Eclipse
or the Waning of John Blake

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I.

; ; John had shown no movement for six days. He had made no sound. He was ; only recently released to his present hospital room from the strictly ; quarantined, Infectious Disease Intensive Care Ward. He hovered in a ; state of half-consciousness as his wife Julia, finally allowed at his ; side, held his hand as she listened to the man in the white jacket at ; bedside. "Well, at least we know whatever bug he's got is no longer ; contagious," said the doctor, one of the country's leading specialists ; in tropical diseases, "but this thing still has a nasty hold on ; him. He's not unconscious - in fact, he may be somewhat aware of ; what's going on in the room - but he is very weak and completely ; unresponsive. You're lucky, Mrs. Blake, that the virus seemed pretty ; uninterested in you."

; ; John Blake had decided to bring his wife to a remote island off of ; Africa's west coast in celebration of their fourth wedding anniversary ; as well as his new position as Chief of Plastic Surgery at the medical ; center. Soon after their arrival at the small, exclusive resort, both ; had contracted vague, flu-like symptoms: slight fever, stiff joints ; and mild headache. While Julia recovered quickly, it soon became ; apparent that John would not. He became progressively weaker, could ; take no food and finally slipped into the semi-consciousness in which ; he now lay. Immediately rushed back to the States and into the care of ; top physicians, John showed no improvement and baffled all the ; experts.

; ; "His vitals are fine. Better, in fact, since you've been in the room ; with him. He must have missed you." Julia Blake looked with loving ; concern down at her husband. She was a beautiful woman. If she was ; perhaps a bit secretly vain, it was not undeserved. Her 5'7", lightly ; muscled frame and perfect curves had served her for several years ; before her marriage as a slightly successful figure model. While John, ; a rising young physician on the university's plastics staff and five ; years her senior, considered her at first a "trophy wife" of sorts, ; their relationship had developed well. He was proud to have, in ; natural form, what many of his colleagues in the department created ; through their science and surgery: a wife of perfect, classic features ; and flowing, blond hair, with a flawless, light tan complexion and ; long, lean, muscular legs. And then there were her breasts. He loved ; her breasts, and he knew it would take a miracle, even with all his ; skills, to approach creating anything as beautiful as Julia's ; naturally full, round, 34D bosom. Their lovemaking routinely centered ; around her breasts; she was always eager to please Jack and would hold ; him to herself and pamper him in ways that he loved.

; ; A bride at 24, Julia absolutely adored her husband. Her modeling ; career, such as it was, ended with her marriage as she took to ; homemaking full-time. She was content just to make John ; happy. Cleaning and decorating their spacious new home. Developing her ; already fine skills as a cook. Keeping herself in fabulous shape ; through hours of workouts. She took great pride in her appearance and ; her body, and it thrilled her to know that John found her so ; sexy. Always there for him when he needed her, always more ; beautiful. Eventually, he promised, when it was right for his career, ; they would have children. But until then, she would be more than happy ; just to take care of him.

; ; "And he needs you more than ever now," the doctor continued, "he's ; been getting weaker and slowly losing weight as his body continues to ; reject any nourishment we try to give him. We've attempted feeding ; tubes, IV's, everything....it all just runs right through his ; system. If your presence here gives him any strength, you're welcome ; to stay all throughout visiting hours." John had seemed to brighten a ; bit as she first approached his bedside some minutes before, and even ; made a small sigh as she stroked his face in greeting. It was the ; first sound he had made since his admission to the hospital. Julia ; Blake, though not a woman of outstanding intellect, was a wife with ; great resolve. She would stay by her husband's side and do anything in ; her power to make him feel better, to get him back home with her.

; ; Looking around the room, she was reminded as to just how little she ; liked hospitals. Before he got sick, it was always his ; responsibilities in the hospitals that kept John away from her during ; the day - and many nights. But now, she had other reasons. Monitors ; hummed and chirped noisily, oxygen hissed and bubbled as it flowed ; into the tube running below his nose. She felt its warm mist as she ; approached him closer. It all felt so alien, but she knew this was ; where she should be.

; ; "Maybe you'd like some time alone with him," The doctor said as he ; ushered several technicians from the room, "we'll be right outside." ; With a small frown on her full lips and a brow furrowed in concern, ; she brought her hand once again to her husband's face. It seemed to ; settle his breathing. She passed the back of her hand across his ; cheeks, which brought a series of small sighs from him. He did seem to ; respond to her touch, while previously he showed few signs of ; life. "Oh John," whispered Julia as she began to stroke his face, "my ; poor baby." She began to realize that it was she who would have to ; take care of him now, while she was so used to the opposite. Her long, ; delicate fingers passed gently over him, near his mouth. His lips ; parted and quivered in response. Slightly heartened, she began to ; caress his lips slowly, brushing them with her long fingernails. His ; lips began to purse and release slightly, searching for her fingers, ; as if for a kiss. Gently, hesitantly, she placed the tip of her index ; finger between his lips and he received it with a pucker, trying to ; draw it inwards with his breath. She paused, thoughtfully. Julia then ; slowly slid her finger deeper past his lips as he began to feebly ; suck. "Oh, John," was all she whispered again as she gazed down into ; his face, now seemingly content and miraculously moving as his mouth ; suckled her finger like an infant his bottle.

; ; She felt a fluttering, a stirring in her chest. Oh, how she wanted to ; hold him! He looked so helpless. She could scarcely believe that the ; confident, strong-willed man she married was lying on this hospital ; bed, sucking on her finger for strength. It was then that she noticed ; an additional change in John's condition: his hospital gown had risen ; between his legs with an erection beneath. She eyed it questioningly, ; and gave it pause. "Oh my," she said, returning her bright blue eyes ; once again to her husband's peaceful face enraptured with her finger, ; "what are we going to do?"

; ; As the doctor, flanked by several students, returned to the room, she ; quickly pulled her finger away. "I think he needs his rest now, ; Mrs. Blake. We'll see you tomorrow morning." Julia stood abruptly, ; gathered herself, thanked the doctor, and left the room quickly. Her ; drive home was full of excited thoughts. Maybe there were ways that ; she could help him where the doctors could not. ; ;
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II

; John's night was fitful and full of confusing dreams. Dreams of ; smothering. Of warmth. Images of Julia. Her face. The curve of her ; hips. Her parting lips. Her breasts. Eventually the night passed and ; he faded back in to half-consciousness aware of his hand in ; Julia's. Her hand seemed so warm and alive. He was always a proud man ; and took the dominant role in their relationship from the start. But ; now his feelings for her disturbed him, as ill as he was. His need for ; her touch was consuming, almost instinctual - and his libido had ; increased to the point where the very thought of her set him ; afire. And, though it bothered him, he could do nothing to fight ; it. He knew that if he had the use of his limbs he would not be able ; to stop himself from masturbating constantly. Focused solely on the ; soft comfort of her grip, he felt as if all his energy came from ; her. He became aware of her voice mingled with others in the room, ; though he could not process the speech. The day went on as he drifted ; further in and out of reality.

; ; After many hours, the room became quiet as the others left. Her hand ; left his. He heard her footsteps across the room and a latch click on ; the door. Though he had not the energy to open his eyes, he could hear ; her approach back to his bedside, almost smell her grow nearer, sense ; her weight settle into the chair to the left of him. "I'm here for you ; now," she whispered as she removed the oxygen tube from his upper lip ; and brought a manicured nail to his lips, "we're all alone." She ; watched as he wrestled weakly with his instincts for a moment, but the ; feel of her soft touch was too much for him. His will collapsed in the ; face of overpowering oral fixation; she smiled warmly as he took in ; her finger and again began to suck.

; ; "There we go," she whispered. She felt the same stirring in her chest ; as yesterday, though today she recognized it...not as something ; sexual, but rather almost...maternal? "Julia's going to take good care ; of you." With that she raised his gown, eyes still transfixed on his ; face, and cupped his waiting erection in her left hand. Her smile ; broadened with the change in his expression; he almost withered with ; pleasure. "Does this feel good? Hmmm?" she cooed as she started her ; gentle caresses, just as he liked it back at home. So happy to make ; her husband feel good. Her soft palm encircled his shaft at its ; base. So happy to take care of him. Her silky hand began a slow ; rhythm. Her eyes widened as his left hand began to move slowly, coming ; to rest on her wrist as it lay on his hip.

; ; "That's good, honey," she said as her eyes returned to his face, ; "that's so good." Her rhythm continued. "You moved for me," she ; whispered to him, still suckling him with her fingertip, "now relax." ; She began to slide her finger through his lips at the same rhythm her ; left hand passed over his swollen member. "Relax." Small moans escaped ; the back of his throat as his face drew taut. "Relax." His erection ; stiffened as she cupped him in her palm, sensing the climax. "Relax." ; He came with a shudder that rocked his body, flowing onto his belly ; and chest. Her left hand cradled him until he was spent, slowly ; massaging the last of his juices from him. Finally, with a kleenex ; from the nightstand she wiped his skin clean. It was then that she ; noticed something strange, how warm and electric his fluid felt ; through the tissue. She lifted several drops from him with her ; fingertip and watched as it curiously was absorbed into her skin, ; leaving only a tingling sensation behind and her skin dry.

; ; She looked again to his face as his sucking weakened and his mouth ; went slack. He faded off into sleep, looking more peaceful than she ; remembered seeing him since his illness struck. She was convinced she ; was doing him good. More than all the medicine in the world. She rose ; and unlocked the door, several nurses casting her a quizzical look as ; they passed her in the doorway. On her walk to the car she noticed her ; pumps were uncomfortable, and removed them for her drive home. In ; fact, her slacks felt confining. Maybe I'm retaining water? She ; thought. Maybe I'm not exercising enough?

; ; When she weighed herself back at home after a light dinner she was ; aghast that she had put five pounds onto her 110-pound frame. She ; quickly shed her remaining clothes and stood in front of her ; full-length mirror. Where did she put on the weight? Did she look ; fatter? No, in fact, she looked great, she admitted, especially ; considering the stress of the past week. You're still built like a ; racehorse, she thought, sleek and muscular. And, oh my, quite ; busty...Her breasts, she noted with interest, were noticeably ; bigger. Perhaps not enough to account for five pounds, but certainly a ; full cup size. That's not a bad change, she thought. She smiled ; secretly to herself as she looked at herself again in profile, and ; then half-turned and slowly pressed back her shoulders. Not bad at ; all. The rest of her though, looked as lean and firm as ever - if not ; more so. Nonetheless, she hit the stairmaster and weights for an extra ; hour that night, possessed with a boundless energy. ; ;
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III.

; ; The next day she rose early, anxious to get back by her husband's ; side. Her previous distaste for the hospital was fading somewhat as ; she began to feel more a part of his healing process. She had a job to ; do and, for the time being, the hospital was the best place for ; it. Her head shook in quiet disbelief as she squeezed into a pair of ; frayed denim shorts, an old pair of her loosest white tennis sneakers, ; her largest bra and a small white tee shirt that now clung to her ; swollen breasts. She paused for a moment to pull her hair back in the ; hallway mirror on her way out to the car. She looked radiant Back at ; the hospital, the room was full of medical students as she ; entered. Their gazes lingered over her body as the doctor reassessed ; John's situation for her, "His vital signs have remained great and ; he's been slightly more responsive to deep stimuli since leaving ; quarantine. We've taken him off the oxygen, which he's tolerating ; well. His nights, though, are fitful and he's still not taking any ; nourishment and slowly losing weight."

; ; She spent the day holding his hand and watching the ebb and flow of ; caregivers from the room, eager for the chance to be alone again. She ; could sense he was anxious, also. When finally the doctor promised her ; some moments in private, she again locked the door. She seated herself ; on the bed with him and raised his head up into her lap. He responded ; with a sigh, luxuriating in the warm, smooth flesh of her golden ; thighs. "There we are. Isn't that nice?" she asked as she playfully ; passed the fingers of her right hand, one by one, through his lips, ; settling finally with her index finger. He began to suck. As she ; raised his gown, he moaned in anticipation. She propped him up higher ; on her lap, putting a pillow below her knees and took him in her ; hand. He squirmed and turned his head towards her, brushing his cheek ; against the shirt over her breast. What is he doing? She began to ; stroke him with a feathery touch, her eyes wide and alive, reading his ; face. He moaned again, turning more, the corner of his mouth now up ; against a swell of breast, his nose sniffing at her.

; ; Her thoughts raced as she caressed him further. It's not this that he ; wants. She slowly removed her finger from his mouth and used it to ; tilt his face closer to her, cradling his head in her arm. His lips ; began kissing her breasts weakly through her shirt and bra, ; searchingly. I know what it is. She moved his head slightly, and ; turned her shoulders a bit, presenting the swelling nub of her nipple ; below her clothes to his mouth. A noiseless gasp passed through her as ; he attempted to take her into his mouth beyond the fabric. He wants my ; breast. Her instincts sang as she could feel his lips working her ; flesh and gazed down lovingly into her husband's face. A tender moment ; passed while a deep warmth grew in her chest. She felt so full of love ; for him at that moment that she was near bursting. Holding him like ; this made her feel complete, like she was fulfilling her life's ; purpose. Is it wrong for me to feel this good, she thought, when he ; feels so bad?

; ; Any faint twinges of guilt were suddenly replaced by an eager ; fascination as she felt a wetness gather around her nipple. Was that ; moisture building near his mouth on her shirt? His saliva...or could ; it possibly be...? His weak suckling became more fervent as he sensed ; something change. She hadn't noticed it before, but now she saw that ; his hand has come to rest atop hers as it stroked his member. He needs ; me, she told herself, he's like a little baby. I can nurse him back to ; life. He continued to mouth her through her shirt as his hips began to ; twitch in spasm. "Oh, darling, come for me," she whispered. His orgasm ; burst from her hand and drained onto him.

; ; Exhausted, he drifted quickly off to sleep. Spending some time to ; relish the moment, she looked reflectively down at his fluid spattered ; across his skin. Hesitatingly, she brought her hand to it and wiped ; part of it from him. It felt good as it dissolved into the flesh of ; her palm. She gathered more and rubbed it into her hands and wrists, ; onto her arms and legs. Again, it was absorbed with a pleasing warmth ; that seemed to travel throughout her body. What could it mean? Julia ; placed her husband's head back on a pillow and rearranged his ; bedclothes with care. When he was all tucked in again, she kissed him ; gently on the forehead and turned to leave the room for the evening, ; covering the wet areas on her chest with a sweater thrown over her ; shoulder. In the doorway she paused, turned to blow him a kiss, and ; breathed "dream about me tonight, honey."

; ; Feeling uncomfortable in her sneakers, which seemed to fit better that ; morning, and noticing the rips that were beginning to creep up the ; sides of her shorts, Julia made up her mind to go shopping before ; heading home. If she was gaining weight or retaining water or whatever ; it was, she deserved a spending spree to pick up some new clothes that ; fit. Getting in her car and pulling the seat back a few inches for ; comfort, she headed off to the mall.

; ; Having decided halfway through her ride that her tennis shoes were ; just far too tight to wear, she walked through the mall and into the ; shoe store barefoot. She noticed that the boy who measured her - ; somehow her feet had grown from a size 6 to a nearly a 7 - could not ; keep his eyes from her long, bare legs. Finally deciding on a pair of ; sandals, some open-toed flats and a new set of cross-trainers, Julia ; gave in to temptation and walked out in a pair of four-inch black ; pumps. My legs look fabulous in these, she thought, a fact which her ; salesboy's lingering gaze confirmed for her as she exited. The thrill ; of her next purchases at several high-end clothing stores - a few ; tops, a couple of swim suits, some skirts, shorts and pants - almost ; distracted her from the discomfort of her bra, which was now pressing ; into her flesh uncomfortably.

; ; Her stop at Victoria's Secret brought a giddy feeling of surprise when ; she discovered that she had grown beyond the 34DD that she had assumed ; she'd need. Her breasts were bigger, she realized, as she stood before ; the fitting room mirror, even bigger than last night. Rather than ; alarming her, the extra mass felt good, seemed to ground her more ; solidly in her body. She drew a sense of newfound power from her ; larger bosom. If she was going to nurture John, she might as well look ; the part, she figured wryly. Her purchases did not end with the ; numerous pieces of lingerie, however. As she was heading back to the ; mall exit, the sign for a maternity supply store caught her eye. She ; entered that shop with thoughts of John, a mischievous curiosity and a ; plan taking shape in her mind. ; ;
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IV.

; ; John dreamt again that night. As he seemed to be having more awareness ; of reality during waking hours, so did his dreams seem more complete, ; less disparate in imagery than previously. In his dream, John lay ; awake in semi-darkness, in what seemed to be a long, oversized bed ; many feet off the floor. The ceiling soared a great distance above ; him. There were wooden supports, or bars of some type, rising from all ; sides, blocking any exit. He was surrounded by huge, soft pillows and ; cotton blankets. His anxiety began to grow as he realized it was not a ; bed he was in, but rather a giant crib, lying naked on the sheets. He ; could barely move; to his best efforts all he could manage was to ; flail his limbs about impotently. His attention was drawn to a huge, ; brightly-lit doorway past the foot of his crib as a silhouetted figure ; slowly filled its space. It was a gigantic form of voluptuous curves, ; clothed in an apron, and it began to advance into the room toward ; him. Now at the end of his crib, the impressive swells of her body ; caught the light and drew his eyes. She began to bend forward towards ; him. Her full, matronly cleavage beckoned him from her low-cut blouse ; as she leaned into the crib. He could not avert his gaze from the ; shadowed valley of her enormous bosom, the soft expanses of flesh ; approaching him. He was filled with equal parts dread and awe-struck ; wonder as light fell across a smiling face, revealing his wife Julia, ; grown to massive proportions. She was so beautiful; her face held no ; malice, but he was frightened nonetheless. Her arms reached out for ; his body, the size of a newborn in comparison, as her smile beamed and ; she casually announced, "feeding time."

; ; He was awoken by the sound of a nurse in conversation with his ; wife. The voices seemed muddled, but he was able to hear most of what ; was being said. "He's ejaculated again during the night. His semen - ; and other secretions - still contains a high viral load, though it ; remains a dormant, non-infective form. So, as before, he's not ; contagious. The doctors aren't sure if any of this is significant, but ; we thought you should know. By the way, did you ever get down to the ; lab for the additional blood work the doctors wanted on you?" His wife ; responded in the negative. The nurse left the room as several ; physicians entered. Again, he missed much of the talk, mostly about ; nourishment and fluids, electrolyte levels and weight loss. All he ; knew was that he was hungry and weak and filled with sexual tension, ; but could not summon the energy to open his eyes, let alone speak or ; move.

; ; The presence of his wife next to him during the day calmed him ; somewhat; he could understand her voice more easily than those of the ; others. She spent the day talking to him of trivialities. The ; wonderful weather, her shopping spree, her workout last night. "I've ; been spending sooo much time in the gym without you ; around. Stairmaster. Treadmill. Aerobics. Weights. I want you to come ; home. I need my training partner back." She smiled and eyed him ; mischievously, "I've been getting stronger, you know," a giggle, "you ; should see how much I can leg press now." She looked at her leg with ; pride, which had become so firm and muscular. She then passed her hand ; over his thigh, noticing how already it had begun to atrophy. She ; hesitated in a moment of guilt, but could not help but playfully ; gloat, "I can do as much weight as you used to be able to do." She ; felt her protective urges for this man well up in her chest, and ; thought - but did not speak - more of last night. Of the additional ; nine pounds of weight since yesterday. Of her breasts. And of the ; nearly three inches she'd grown. How that had occurred, she wasn't yet ; entirely sure. But the tape measure did not lie: she had sprouted to ; almost 5'10". She was growing larger and stronger even as her husband ; dwindled and became weaker. Her emotions were conflicted, but she had ; always wanted to be taller, especially during her modeling years, and ; this was a dream come true. Would she get any bigger? How much? She ; could only hope...or maybe, just maybe, she could do more than hope.

; ; The maternal feelings burgeoning in her were being joined by others ; more sensual, more selfish. She brought back thoughts of how even the ; doctors today looked at her. They noticed the tightness of her t-top, ; the shortness of her skirt. Maybe she could give them all more. She ; moved her hand slowly up her husband's thigh, pulling his robe ; away. His erection was already there to meet her. Leaning over, she ; pulled something from her handbag, and whispered in his ear, "Now, ; tell me, what have you been dreaming about when I'm not here?" She ; brushed her fingernails up from the base of his member, "Something ; naughty, hmm? Well, I hope you saved some for me." Her fingers danced ; along him. He sighed a long, rattling breath. "I brought something I ; think you may like." She began to stroke him with her familiar ; caresses and brought the object from her purse to his face. He felt ; something rubbery press gently against his lips as she spoke. "The ; doctors tell me you don't want anything they feed you. Now, I want you ; to try this." A drop of liquid appeared on the surface of the rubber ; nipple and ran into his mouth. The taste of it nearly shocked him. It ; was like nothing else he remembered and seemed to fill his throat with ; warmth. A cavernous hunger immediately overtook him and his need for ; nourishment controlled his actions. His lips took in the end of the ; bottle and began to suck, drawing fluid through the nipple. A milky ; liquid, seemingly imbued with a natural energy, filled his mouth with ; its sweetness. He swallowed and felt it run down his throat into his ; stomach, quickly permeating into every cell.

; ; "Good. That's good," she whispered as his sucking became regular, ; "drink it all down." Perhaps this is what he needs, she thought, to ; keep him alive. She smiled at the concept. She wasn't sure she wanted ; him to get stronger too quickly; she rather enjoyed their new roles ; for the time being. She could scarcely believe that she, the little ; country girl from down south, born and raised in poverty, had come to ; this point. She had fled her family's trailer home while still in her ; teens, made a modeling career for herself and, with the help of a ; little speech training, dropped her heavy twang for a trace hint of a ; pleasant drawl. With her coltish beauty and etiquette-school charm she ; had won a rich doctor for a husband, a man bred for success in his ; affluent, WASP family. He had her enthralled with his aplomb, his ; wealth and his patrician charm. And now she had him right where she ; wanted him.

; ; Her hand continued its gentle ministrations along his shaft as he was ; gradually finishing the contents of the bottle. Soon, however, she ; stopped her rhythm. She took his hand, which had come to rest on his ; hip near hers, and placed it gently on his own erection. She could ; sense the trepidation creep across him, but his libido was all ; consuming, and he did not pull away. His lips continued their work at ; the bottle. Slowly, with a glint of anticipation in her eye and a thin ; half-smile on her lips, she began to rub his palm up and down the ; length of his stiff member. She closed his grip around it, and ; continued to guide his motions, building again to a slow rhythm. With ; hesitation, she removed her hand; his movement continued. Her smile ; grew in victory. She had brought movement back to him. She looked down ; tenderly. He was jerking himself off as he finished the milk from her ; bottle. When it was sucked dry and John's strokes continued to ; quicken, she unscrewed the nipple from the glass bottle. "That's ; right, John. Doesn't that feel good?" A fingertip caressed his ; face. "Are you all full up?" She brought the glass bottle down toward ; his quivering manhood. "Well, there's more where that came from, I ; promise," she took his chin in her other hand and peered into his ; face, reading every hint of expression. His eyes were clamped shut ; while hers were wide and alive. "Do you know what that was, honey? In ; the bottle?" His every muscle stiffened. "I think you do. You just ; don't want to admit it to yourself." He teetered on the brink of ; orgasm. "Why, it was my milk, of course." Her words pushed him over ; the edge. His release came in a torrent; she moved immediately to ; gather him in the bottle, placing the glass over the head of his shaft ; as it spasmed. "Mmmm..now this is what I wanted." She waited patiently ; as he squeezed the last drop from himself, into her waiting ; container. His hand fell away, his body went limp. Sleep tight, ; baby. She screwed the cap back onto the bottle and returned it to her ; purse and said "Now, that's for later." Her hand ran through his hair ; as he sank into a deep sleep. She kissed him again on the forehead and ; rose to leave. ; ;
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V.

; ; Back at the house she was bubbling with excitement to try her ; experiment. She had weighed and measured herself in preparation: ; One-hundred and twenty-four pounds, five foot nine and two-thirds ; inches. She stood clothed in front of the full-length mirror, bottle ; of her husband's semen in her hand. Unscrewing the cap, she sniffed ; its contents. Along with its briny, musky odor there lingered a scent ; of electricity. She tipped the bottle back and drank it down. Like ; swallowing molten lava, it nearly lit her throat afire. She gasped in ; ecstasy and shut her eyes as its energy flowed into her, carried like ; a current into every nerve ending. As it faded to a gentle warmth that ; filled her body, she opened her eyes and watched herself grow. Ever so ; gradually, she could see the reflection in the mirror ; expanding. Though the change was subtle, the hem of her t-top crept ; slowly away from the waist of her silk skirt, which was drifting ; millimeter-by-millimeter up her thighs. Her legs grew longer, more ; solid. Her calves cut impressively beneath her skin. She kicked off ; her pumps as they began to bite uncomfortably into her feet, and ; unclasped her constricting bra through the back of her shirt. She ; glowed with pride as her chest pushed the bra from her, filling the ; front of her top with its lushness. Her breath slowed, became even as ; the growth tapered. Stepping eagerly to the measuring tape on the wall ; and the scale alongside, she nearly burst into cheer with the ; results. One hundred and thirty-eight pounds. Six feet tall. And ; never, she knew, had she ever looked so beautiful. If only they could ; see me back in Louisiana now, she thought, My father would probably ; have a heart attack. Sick fuck.

; ; Gazing, enraptured with her own image, into the mirror, she tossed the ; long waves of her golden hair about her head and let it fall over her ; breasts. Oh god, her breasts. How they filled her with authority. John ; won't be able to resist this, she thought, running her hands over her ; curves and thinking of their time together earlier today, I'll hold ; him like a little baby. She felt a bit somber for a moment, knowing ; that her growth was a direct result of his sickness. But, if some good ; could come of the situation, let it. It was meant to be, she decided ; to herself, there must be a purpose. I'm getting bigger for him. Her ; need for his body against her was palpable at that instant.

; ; She drifted to the couch where the breast-pump lay from last ; night. Sitting down and removing her shirt and bra with great ; ceremony, she looked down upon her majestic bosom. So full of life for ; him. She picked up the pump from beside her and, bringing it to her ; chest, paused reflectively. Though almost craving its suction, she ; resisted, and mused over the possibilities. With a knowing smile she ; dropped the pump and rose, heading for the gym and anticipating with ; excitement what the next day would bring. ; ;
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VI.

; ; "Well, John, there's good news and bad news." The doctor addressed him ; though he still lay motionless, his eyes shut, among his ; sheets. Though a confident, well-respected tropical disease ; specialist, he was clearly unnerved by Julia's presence. He hadn't ; remembered her being so...statuesque. Must be wearing some big heels, ; he thought. "The good news is that we're all heartened by your ; alertness," he turned to face Julia where she hovered behind him, ; "he's been responding slightly to vocal stimuli and pinpricks ; overnight. We're quite sure he can hear us." He passed a gaze down ; Julia's body as she turned her eyes back to her husband. She was ; wearing flats. But, Lord, look at those legs. "His electrolyte levels ; have become good, blood sugar's normal. In many respects he seems ; better." She turned to him, batted her eyelashes and flashed a smile ; which made his heart stop as she asked, "What's the bad news?" He ; stammered, and continued, "W-well, he's started to lose weight at a ; much faster pace. We're not really sure why. He's gone from one ; hundred and sixty five pounds before the illness to one thirty-two ; today. Twelve of that he lost just last night." One thirty-two, hmm?

; ; Julia Blake turned away from the doctor and back to John. Tumultuous ; thoughts and eager hopes raced through her head, yet she remained ; calm. "Is that bad?" she asked. "Well, yes, of course it's bad, ; Mrs. Blake. If he continues to drop weight like this, he can't last ; long. He'll waste away to nothing in no time." She pondered the ; doctor's words as she regarded her husband. He looked small and frail, ; maybe because she had become so big, but not thin enough to account ; for more than thirty pounds of lost weight. "We're doing all we can to ; make him comfortable," he concluded, hands outstretched as he backed ; from the room, "but if he doesn't turn around quick, we may lose ; him. Sorry."

; ; The door clicked shut quietly. His heart quickened as he felt the ; weight of her lean with her elbows onto the bed besides him. She was ; quiet, but she dominated his senses. He couldn't shake the feeling ; that there was something ominous about her powerful presence. He ; almost had a taste of fear. "John, I have a lot I want you to know," ; she began quietly. "I've always loved you more than you can ; imagine. Seeing you get sick almost killed me. I felt so helpless. But ; I think what's happened can bring us closer." He could feel her smile ; faintly and caress his cheek. "You used to take care of me, but that ; can't happen anymore. So, I've started to change. I've had to get ; stronger. I can take care of you now." She brought the back of her ; hand down his neck, and rubbed his thin shoulder. "I think you know ; that you've started to change, too, but you need to change more. You ; have to let go of your pride and accept the fact that you need me to ; keep you safe. To keep you warm." Some kind of amorous, maternal aura ; was emanating from her, settling over him like a cloud. "To feed you." ; What was she saying? What did she mean? Her tone frightened him ; more. "Do you remember my milk last night? Yes, you do." She drew ; closer. "You need my milk to survive. I can make all you'll ever ; need." His mind raced behind his closed lids. If anything, the milk ; had made him lose more weight. She must be insane. Driven mad by the ; stress.

; ; "I've changed in other ways, too, darling. And you did it to me. Open ; your eyes and look at me." She turned his head slightly on the pillow ; to face her, his eyes still closed. "Your love has made me bigger. And ; stronger. And more beautiful. So I can take care of you." She pulled ; down his sheets, and smiled at the erection that already divulged his ; arousal beneath his gown. Shame welled in his throat. "John, look at ; my breasts. See how big they've become. They're full of milk for ; you. Just like last night." She moved even closer, intentionally ; brushing the softness of her breasts against his face. "I know how ; much you like big breasts. You always did. You used to cuddle up ; against mine. Like a little baby boy. Well, mine are huge now, and all ; for you." His breathing had become erratic, and his hand lay near his ; swollen member below his gown. She pulled his clothing up to his ; chest, allowing him access. "There there. Think about that. Think ; about how good it could feel. Think about my big breasts pressing into ; your face. Think about how good it all would feel. How good it would ; feel to let me take care of everything for you." He began to whine ; softly. She backed away a fraction. "Open your eyes, John," she undid ; the top button of her blouse, "I want this to be the first thing that ; you see." He struggled mightily within himself, not knowing whether he ; should keep his lids shut or open his eyes to what was in front of ; him. He feared he would lose himself in her if he looked.

; ; He couldn't help himself. His eyes fluttered open and began to ; focus. She was leaning on the bed next to him, on her elbows. Things ; became more clear. She was wearing a light denim shirt, which swelled ; out towards him, and she was slowly unfastening the buttons. "Welcome ; back, baby. You're going to like what Julia has for you." She undid ; the last several buttons with taunting care and began to slowly peel ; the shirt away. Her smile was beatific as she watched her husband's ; eyes grow wide. Holy God, he thought, Sweet Mother of Mercy. Her ; Breasts. What's happened to her breasts? He could see their milky ; grandeur shadowed braless behind the fabric. She passed her left hand ; below the mass of her right breast and, her right hand drawing her ; shirt away, hefted it towards him, round and massive and firm.

; ; He gazed, hypnotized, at his wife's enormous white breast. His every ; cell yearned unnaturally for it. He fought himself, but the deepest ; parts of his soul cried for him to go to her, to cling to her for dear ; life. "Look at me, baby," she purred as she drew the shirt from her ; other breast, "look at how big I am." It was the most beautiful sight ; he had ever laid eyes on. She raised herself up on her hands and let ; her overly full breasts hover only inches from his face. He closed his ; eyes. He summoned every last ounce of strength in his frail body for a ; last defense and, when he opened his lids again, he stared straight ; into her huge, dazzling blue eyes. She saw right into him. She saw his ; weakness. She smiled a knowing, unpleasant smile. He crumbled. She ; reveled in her strength as it increased tenfold.

; ; Get used to this, little man, she thought, as she stared him into ; submission, I'm all you've got.

; ; He looked away. To her hair. How blond she was. So soft, so ; beautiful. "It's ok, baby, you can look at me all you want. I won't ; bite." His eyes slid down the golden locks to her graceful neck, to ; the front of her blouse. "My breasts are big, aren't they? You can ; hardly keep your eyes off them," she said almost playfully, "do you ; like them big like this? Hmm? I'm such a big girl now." She laughed ; and leaned into him, dragging the heaviness of her soft teats across ; his face as she dropped to her elbows. "I'm bigger than you, now. Do ; you know that?" she drew his face deep into the valley of her ; cleavage. A moment of silence. The balance of power perceptibly ; shifted a bit more. He began to kiss the flesh of her bosom feebly, ; almost as if in fealty. She looked down at him, holding the top of his ; head in place, and began to whisper gently, "And I can get even ; bigger. You just need to show me how much you love me." She eyed his ; quivering hand, so close to his erection. She dragged her great breast ; across his face, and drew away from him the slightest bit.

; ; He lay there, staring up at the nipple only inches from his mouth, and ; the woman who held his life in her control beyond it. Hunger like none ; he'd ever known bored through him. His member pained, aching for ; release. To give in now would mean a life of utter dependency, she ; would start to overshadow him completely. To refuse would likely mean ; the end of his existence. He didn't think he could refuse if he tried, ; he was so spellbound by her. "Do it, John, show me I'm the only one ; for you." His hand trembled more and began to move. Her nipple began ; to swell before his eyes. "I'm so big for you. So full. Give in, ; John. Just touch yourself, and it can all be yours." His fingers shook ; and hung over his stiffening erection, the last of his dignity ; fighting valiantly. A glistening drop of white formed on Julia's ; nipple as she let down her milk. Oh god, he needed her like nothing ; else. "So warm. So sweet. Remember how it tasted so good?" The shame ; welled within him. He could not believe what he was about to do. "Let ; me breastfeed you."

; ; She watched this incredible sight with wild fascination. Her husband ; took himself into his own hand and began to masturbate below her ; magnificent bosom, which she lowered to his waiting lips as he closed ; his eyes. She could sense his pride withering away. Triumphant, she ; began to nurse him there, on his sickbed, her copious milk flowing ; into his mouth. She grabbed the back of his head firmly and pulled him ; into her smotheringly. Suddenly all was right with the world. His mind ; became a blank, filled only with the sensation of her massive, ; motherly breast against his face and her milk filling his body. His ; skin began to tingle, and every muscle seemed to twitch. Yes, he would ; give himself to her completely, he thought, and his hand began to move ; more vigorously over his shaft with excitement. "That's right, baby," ; she cooed as she massaged her breast gently against his face, "give it ; all to Julia. Doesn't that feel good? Isn't this what you've always ; wanted?" They both realized this was so, a thought that empowered her ; and further shamed him. His stroking continued to escalate. "You've ; always fantasized about this moment, haven't you, from the time you ; were a little boy, all through our marriage. Well, here you are, ; suckling on your wife's big breast, beating off." He began to whimper, ; and pump faster. "And she's going to get bigger for you. Much bigger." ; She squeezed him closer; her milk ran in rivulets down his cheeks. His ; hand reached a crescendo. "So." His sucking abruptly stopped and his ; mouth opened in a silent wail. "Much." Her eyes sparkled. "Bigger."

; ; He lost all sense of himself as he came like a geyser within his own ; hand. He sprayed up onto her breasts, anointing her with his semen. As ; it continued to flow onto her, she massaged it into her soft flesh ; with relish, allowing some of it to dribble to his cheeks. She smiled ; as she did this, and rubbed more of the fluid across her breasts and ; onto his face. Again, it quickly absorbed into her skin, yet remained ; pooled and sticky on his. Funny, his head looked a bit smaller than ; earlier, though she knew she had only just started to grow. As his ; strength to continue sucking began to wane, she removed her nipple ; from his mouth and rubbed her breasts against his face, drawing up the ; remaining liquid. She luxuriated in a warm bath of growth that ran ; over every inch of her body. Can he feel me growing? Can he feel me ; getting bigger? What could he be thinking? His eyes rolled and locked ; with hers for an instant. She met him with a warm smile. Everything's ; going to be all right from now on. ; ;
; ;

VII.

; ; He was able finally to look around his room early the next morning. He ; had been raised to a half-seated position and could occasionally ; summon the strength to open his eyes. Though he had to admit he felt ; better physically, thinking back to the events of yesterday left him ; emotionally and mentally crushed. To what depths had he sunk? What ; kind of future could possibly lie ahead of him, if he were to live? ; Depending on the care of a woman who had obviously begun to lose her ; grip on reality? One so drunk with some unholy sense of power over ; him? The possibilities were both terrifying and - at the same time - ; inexplicably arousing. He could no longer fathom the idea of resisting ; her will. Her smothering, maternal hold over him was oppressive, ; fueled by his own irrepressible libido, physical weakness and driving ; hunger for her milk and warm embrace. At least he had the comfort in ; knowing he was safe in the care of the hospital staff, though they ; obviously had no idea of these developments in the situation. He was ; still unable to speak, though his strength was slowly returning and ; someday soon might allow him to voice his alarm.

; ; His eyes grew wide as she entered the room and stood in the ; doorway. He had not seen her standing erect since he first opened his ; eyes the day previous, and the sight chilled him. She smiled wickedly ; at his expression and approached his bed silently, growing taller, it ; seemed, with every step. She was certainly dressed for his benefit: a ; long, tight navy blue skirt, slit high up the thigh, outlining endless ; legs and full, strong hips. A matching, high-necked sweater of thin ; cashmere clung tightly to her impossible curves. Her makeup was done ; flawlessly, her lips painted in shimmering mocha brown. Hair pulled ; back, strands falling elegantly onto her long neck. At his side, she ; straightened to her full height and peered down at him. "You like?" ; she asked, arching an eyebrow coyly, "I've been taking my vitamins." ; His fear welled in him again as he realized they were alone, and his ; shame redoubled as he recognized that he was secretly thrilled. "You ; look well. Sitting up. Eyes open - mostly," already his lids had begun ; to feel heavy from exertion, "was it something you ate?" He flushed ; visibly and a shiver ran through him as images of their last encounter ; surfaced. "Well, it certainly agreed with you," she laid a hand on his ; head and straightened his hair.

; ; "I liked our little talk yesterday, but I don't think we had the ; chance to discuss my wardrobe. I'm going to need to...expand it a ; little bit." With that she slowly inhaled, and said with a pout, "I ; just don't seem to fit into any of my old clothes anymore." He felt ; his heart stop as she slowly thrust out her chest, nearly obscuring ; her face from view. He goggled momentarily at her bosomy display, and ; then gave in to exhaustion and shut his eyes. "I've just been getting ; bigger and bigger," she said with mock concern, "Do you know how tall ; I am now? Six foot one and a quarter. Though my waist has only gone up ; two inches to twenty-four, my hips are almost thirty-eight inches. But ; it's all solid muscle." She turned her rear to him and bent ever so ; slightly at the waist. His eyes flicked open for a brief instant and ; he moaned at the sight. She smiled. "And my bust measurement is going ; off the charts. Do you remember how big they were yesterday? They're ; even bigger now." Numbers and bra sizes, usually so important to him ; both in his profession and his fantasies, sped through his brain. How ; big could she be? He needed to know. "I've had to go to specialty ; lingerie shops. Very expensive." As she paused to let all this ; information sink in, he shuddered at himself as he became more and ; more aroused. "So you won't mind, of course, if I open a few new ; credit accounts? You do want your little wife to look her best for all ; your doctor friends, right?"

; ; As if on cue, the attending physician swept into the room and halted, ; dead in his tracks, at the sight of her. "Oh, M-Mrs. Blake, you're ; here early." By God, she is tall. She towered over him, though he took ; some uneasy comfort in the fact that, today, she had on a vicious pair ; of heels. Her lips parted invitingly as a haughty spark of mischief ; lit her eyes. She paused. Let him look at me for a moment. He'll think ; of this when he's in bed with his old, fat wife. "Well, someone has to ; take care of my poor baby," She clasped her hands behind her and ; arched her back, looking down at John and then sideways at the doctor, ; "don't you think I'm up to the job?"

; ; "A-as I s-said, I assure y-you we're doing a-all we can." The poor ; little man, she thought, he can barely speak. "But that b-brings up ; our conversation on the phone last night." The doctor started to ; gather himself as she relaxed her posture, releasing his gaze ; mercifully. He concentrated with all his efforts towards his ; patient. "Yes, he has had another dramatic weight loss. Nearly ten ; pounds since yesterday. And, something else is puzzling. How tall was ; your husband before he fell ill? We have him listed at five eleven. Is ; that correct?" Excited thoughts ran through her. Could it be true? ; "Yes, doctor, that sounds right." What was he going to say to her? ; Hopes and prayers danced.

; ; "Well, your husband is shrinking. He's obviously demonstrating ; generalized loss of long bone tissue, which explains in part his ; weight loss. His vitals are, somehow, still excellent, which baffles ; me. He should be showing high calcium levels, difficulty breathing, ; pain, many things. But he keeps plugging along - and is even a little ; more alert today."

; ; The doctor put his hand on John's shoulder. What is he saying? I'm ; shrinking? John's thoughts became confused. How can that be? And then ; it all fell together. The virus. It wasn't just in him, it was still ; in her, too. The viral bodies in his fluids were causing her growth, ; and those in her milk must be making him shrink. And no doubt it was ; affecting their personalities and drives, also. It was building her ; into the penultimate viral reservoir, and turning him slowly into a ; parasite, unable to derive nourishment from anything but her. The ; realizations filled him with silent horror, but an alien, inner voice ; slowly soothed him. She's here to comfort me.

; ; "So, doctor," she tried to remain composed, hiding a smile despite the ; elation she felt, "how tall is he now?"

; ; "Five six. I've never seen anything like it. He's lost about five ; inches." Her heart leapt. It was better than she dreamed! "Which ; brings me back to my point," he continued, "since there's obviously no ; more we can do for him here at this institution, he has no need for ; any further medication or treatment, and seems to be without pain, I ; think we can go ahead with your request of last night."

; ; "You mean..." she looked to the doctor expectantly.

; ; "Yes." The doctor almost regretted his words as he looked to her face, ; which held an obviously false expression of remorse and subtly ; disturbed him. But it was too late. "He'll be more comfortable. You ; can take him home." ;
; ;

VIII.

; ; Oh God. John's thoughts became newly frantic. Oh no. He recoiled at ; the doctor's words. The possibilities, the inevitabilities, made him ; cringe. They can't be serious. They can't send me home with her. I'll ; disappear. His eyes shot open and an arm raised into the air, ; searching to catch the doctor's attention. But he was already nearly ; out the door, with his back turned. "I'll get the staff to get John ; dressed, gather his things and make sure a transport van is ready," ; were his parting words.

; ; "Thank you, doctor," Julia called after him. A smile returned to her ; face as she brought her gaze back down to her husband. "Now won't that ; be better? Back in your own house. In your own bed. With your wife ; there to take care of you." Disturbing images flashed through his ; mind. What were her plans for him? She was obviously beside herself ; with satisfaction. "We're going to have so much fun together, all ; alone. No one to disturb us." She ran her hand up his leg and began to ; slowly massage his member, already semi-aroused, through his robe. He ; stiffened painfully. "Think of what we can accomplish." Her eyes met ; his. She grasped on more firmly to him, sheathed in cotton, and gently ; began to pass her hand up and down his length. "Imagine what we could ; be together." She smiled thinly. His eyes closed as he began to lose ; himself in her touch and her hypnotic words. "That's right. Picture ; it. Picture you and me." He saw them in bed, he locked in her ; embrace. He saw her standing over him, her head soaring towards the ; cathedral ceilings of their home, he curled at her feet. A swell of ; hunger rolled through him. "It can all come true. I can fulfill all ; your fantasies for you." Her hand felt so good. It held him so ; confidently, squeezing and stroking him in perfect rhythm. She's ; right. She's all I ever dreamed about. Electric tremors began to run ; through him. "Everything you ever wanted in your deepest, most secret ; desires. I can do it all for you. We can do it together." Christ. He ; was going to come. There was no stopping it now. He hated himself for ; it. For his weakness. "Soon, John. Soon I'll have you home. So very ; soon." He decided fighting was useless and let himself go.

; ; "Woops!" she exclaimed softly as she abruptly dropped his member and ; straightened his gown. His eyes were suddenly wide. What happened? Why ; did she stop? A nurse had entered the room and was looking straight at ; him, her eyes and mouth agape in shock. His every muscle was coiled, ; his hospital gown tented and quivering. "He must be excited to see ; you," Julia said wryly to the nurse while sitting demurely by his ; side. He tried to stop but could not. It was too late. He clamped his ; eyes in shame and came into his robe. The nurse gasped, sputtered ; something nervously, and spun from the room. His orgasm was fading as ; Julia placed her hand back on him and rubbed his wetness into his skin ; as she whispered into his ear, "That was a freebie. But the rest, ; love, are for me." She rose. He turned to watch her leave the room, ; her hips swaying lasciviously, firm flesh undulating beneath her ; skirt.

; ; In the doorway, without as much as a glance, Julia passed the nurse as ; she returned with an armload of John's clothing and clean ; bedding. "Well, Dr. Blake," the nurse intoned as she began to remove ; his robe with obvious distaste, "I guess you're going home." He soon ; dropped into a deep sleep. ; ;
; ;

IX.

; ; "Welcome home, baby!" He woke with a start. He was seated in a ; wheelchair and being pulled from the back of a van. Julia smiled ; exuberantly with arms outstretched in greeting as she watched the pair ; of EMTs lower her husband to the ground. She bent at the waist and ; hugged him tightly to her, kissing the top of his head. "Was your ride ; ok? Are you still alright sitting up?" He squinted at the setting sun, ; which burned at his retinas, and noticed his dull aches of hunger. It ; was early evening. He couldn't remember a thing since that morning at ; the hospital. Julia was snapping orders at the men wheeling him ; towards the front door, obviously displeased that his discharge took ; so long. They were leering obviously at her body, which at one time ; would have made her uncomfortable. But she was done with being ; intimidated or overly impressed by the attention of men. Her ; husband. Her father. Her realization of the power she had over them ; was growing by the day. "Follow me this way. We'll set him up in the ; bedroom." She could feel the silent heat of the men's stares as she ; strode ahead of them; they gazed at her lustfully. Like dogs.

; ; Through the great room and into the master wing, the trip brought back ; memories to John of a life long past. Wine by candlelight. Hanging ; canvases over the mantle. Extravagantly prepared breakfasts hurriedly ; consumed en route to early morning surgery. Ancient history. That life ; was over. He was wheeled into the spacious bedroom suite. From this ; point onward, all that mattered lay right in front of him: his tall, ; beautiful wife who stood with hands clasped in front of her, and an ; enormous bed.

; ; Shrinking or not, he thought, that bed is huge. What happened? "I ; didn't think our king-size was going to be quite big enough anymore," ; she offered, interpreting his bafflement, "I had this one custom ; made. Industrial size. Industrial strength." That thing, he thought, ; is big enough for a...giant. He swallowed nervously. The EMTs looked ; to each other and shrugged as they moved to lift John from his chair.

; ; "No, stop," she commanded, stopping them in their tracks, "I can do ; this." The men stepped back with apprehension as Julia approached her ; husband. With a confident smile and her eyes locked on his, she bent ; slowly. John cringed. Oh no, he thought, she wouldn't. Her arms ; slipped around him, one behind his back and one below his thighs, and ; she hoisted him into the air. Holding him in her arms, she gazed deep ; into his soul and watched his pride melt away even further. He's mine, ; now. All mine. She walked the several steps to the bed, eyes still ; fixed on his, and lowered him gently into his huge, warm nest. He felt ; lost on the mattress' wide expanse.

; ; She turned her back to him and waved the others out of the room. As ; they left with the wheelchair, she propped him up with some pillows ; and whispered playfully to him, "I'll be right back. Now don't you go ; anywhere." She followed after the pair to show them out, affording him ; several moments alone to surmise his situation. The bedroom was, aside ; from the arrival of this gargantuan bed, much the same as it had been ; left before their vacation. The ceilings soared past twenty feet, as ; they did throughout much of the house. Decoration was sparse but ; elegant. Large skylights allowed for an open, airy atmosphere. Across ; the room - to him it may as well have been a thousand miles - the ; bedroom door hung open. As all the doors in their home, it was a huge, ; dramatic portal of heavy oak hanging on iron hinges. Would he ever ; pass through it again? His emotions lay in a tangled mess of sadness, ; fear and, he had to admit, anxious excitement and anticipation.

; ; "Are you still ok in there?" he heard her call from the adjacent ; changing room, "They're gone now. You can relax." His mind did ease a ; bit as he listened to her voice, which sounded - for a change - quite ; sober and levelheaded. Maybe things have changed. He grasped at a leg ; of hope. Maybe I have my wife back. "You know, I gave my old agent a ; call yesterday. I thought I might get a photo shoot arranged. To see ; how the 'new me' looks on camera." Why would she want to do that? he ; thought, we certainly don't need the money. His disability - and life, ; if it came to that - insurance was more than adequate to keep her ; living in the style to which she was accustomed. "I told him I looked ; a little different. He was reluctant, but said he'd meet with me at ; his office tomorrow. This could be the start of something big for me." ; His thoughts began to get a bit more confused. Where was she going ; with this? The image of her posing in front of a camera swept several ; emotions through him - jealousy and apprehension, but most of all ; arousal. She knew she was slowly changing into a veritable sex ; goddess. And now, it seemed, she wanted the world to know about it. "I ; thought you might like to help me choose out something to wear."

; ; All hopes that she had returned to her senses were dashed when she ; reappeared in the doorway wearing little more than an evil grin across ; her face. In truth, she was wearing what, on anyone else, would be ; called a striped blue tube top and a pair of tiny white bikini ; briefs. On her, it could hardly be called clothing. He could not stop ; himself from ogling her from head to toe. There was so much of her, ; and in such proportions. She looked so soft, yet so strong. He ; physically felt his jaw drop. "I know it's a little small," she ; teased, delighted with his reaction, "it was even a little small on me ; before I started to grow. But I think you always liked it." She ; approached his bed, sashaying her tan, muscular hips to and fro. She ; knelt by his side and pulled the sheets from him, noticing the bulge ; swelling in his sweatpants and affording him a fine view of her ; cleavage. "And it looks like you still do." She stood, inhaled deeply ; and straightened her back, thrusting her breasts forward. The sharp ; sound of fabric ripping brought a gleeful "Ooo!" from her as she ; quickly threw up her hands in a vain attempt to cover the wide expanse ; of her breasts, her top falling to the floor. She seemed ; delighted. Though her hands obscured her nipples, the rest of her ; heavy, firm, round flesh hung exposed for his eyes. "That was fun! ; But, I guess I won't be wearing that tomorrow!" She turned her fine ; rear to him and tossed a look over her shoulder, hands still at her ; chest, "any suggestions?" He met her with a mute stare, but quickly ; averted his eyes. Does she know what she's doing to me? His member ; throbbed. His heart raced. Yes, he thought, of course she does.

; ; As she left the room again for another change of clothes, beads of ; sweat began to form on his brow. He was alarmed that, as he had begun ; to feel healthier over the past days, his libido had strengthened as ; well. It set on him like a fever, pulling his hand down between his ; legs. He rubbed himself through his clothes, aching for release. He ; was wary for her return; he did not want her to see him like ; this. "Are you ready?" she called, and he quickly brought his hands ; back to his chest, "here I come." ; ;
; ;

X.

; ; Oh Christ. His breathing quickened. Look at her. Chris Christ ; Christ. She sauntered in again, still in her white panties but ; covering her chest with a small t-top, the word "Lush" stitched in ; black and stretched across her full bosom. "Oh darling," she cooed as ; she leaned over the foot of his bed, "you're sweating." She bent ; further forward, squeezing her breasts together with her elbows, a ; seductive cheesecake pose for his benefit. His jaw went slack as he ; began to pant. She put one knee up onto the edge of the giant bed, ; then the other. Her eyes were carnivorous. Soon she was on all fours, ; crawling like a beast of prey up the bed towards him. "You need to ; cool down, baby," she said wantonly as she reached him, "I don't want ; you overheating too early." She straddled his shrunken legs with hers ; and proceeded to unbutton his blue flannel shirt. He could not, for ; the life of him, take his eyes from her chest. Heavy masses of flesh ; beckoned him from below their confines. His hunger surged. His sex ; howled. Her eyes watched his.

; ; As she finished with the last of his buttons, she leaned forward to ; pull the shirt from his shoulders. Her breasts were tantalizingly ; close to his face, he could smell her flesh. His mouth began to ; water. "Oh yes. It would taste so good right now, wouldn't it?" She ; brushed her clothed teat up his chin and over his lips as she yanked ; the shirt from him and tossed it aside. She hung her breasts in front ; of his face for an agonizing display. "So warm and soft. So lush." He ; whined feebly and worked his jaw. She sat back onto her haunches, ; hands on her knees. "Don't you worry, I'll feed you later. I want you ; nice and hungry." She began to play with the elastic of his ; sweatpants. "Do you like my little fashion show?" she asked, pulling ; on his waistband, slowly lowering it down his hips, "Do you like ; looking at my body?" She inched further down towards his feet as she ; continued to pull his pants from him. His manhood stood, quivering, as ; her answer. She had his pants around his knees; she leaned forward and ; - eyes still locked on his - brought her smiling face inches from his ; erection. She whispered, "I want you to show me how much."

; ; With that she rose from the bed and drifted again from the room. His ; eyes followed her walk as she disappeared from sight. He could take no ; more; his hand went to his member and began to stroke slowly, rubbing ; with a half-open hand. Guilt and shame welled within him, but he was ; at the mercy of his intense sexual drive and the images of her womanly ; form. He craned his neck backward on his pillow and clamped his eyes ; shut as the pleasurable sensations of his self-stimulation overtook ; him. Mental pictures of Julia streamed through his mind. The way the ; cotton of her t-top had strained over her cleavage as it hovered so ; close to his mouth. How her flesh blossomed magnificently in ; mountainous swells from her collarbone. The flare of those great hips ; from her taut, narrow waist. If he could come now, he thought, he ; might find brief respite from her torture when she returned.

; ; "Now, now. Aren't we the eager little one? You're not going to get off ; that easy." He was startled back to reality by her voice. His modesty ; and dignity pleaded with him to pull his hand quickly away, but as his ; eyes darted across the room to her, he knew he would not be able to ; muster the willpower. She stood posing below a spotlight just beyond ; the end of his bed in a tiny two-piece swimsuit. "Tonight I'm going to ; make you ache." She knew his weakness for her body in bathing suits, ; even before her transformation. He kept in his wallet a snapshot of ; her from an old photo shoot for a swimwear catalog; she must have ; looked like a scrawny schoolgirl then, she thought, compared to the ; statuesque vision before him now. "Show me what you think of this." ; She ran her hands over her body as she tossed her blonde mane over her ; shoulder with a dramatic sweep of her long neck and inspected herself ; in the full-length mirror. Are you ready for a real woman, little man?

; ; She nearly glowed as she flexed her thighs and watched the thick, lean ; muscles as they worked below her golden skin. Pride flushed through ; her at the sight of her round, muscular buttocks and flat abdomen. "I ; worked out in this last night, you know. Wouldn't you like to have ; seen that?" As her strong arms drifted behind her head and her ; shoulders pressed back, she riveted him with her haughty gaze in the ; mirror, watching him as he masturbated to this fantastic sight. She ; felt so powerful.

; ; Though he had so little strength in his body, he had no choice but to ; use it all in his worship of her. He continued to rub himself into his ; belly with his hand as his eyes explored her every curve. He felt ; beyond shame and beyond all sense of control over his actions. She ; turned and approached him. "Do you see how strong I'm getting?" He ; felt his heart catch in his throat. "I'd like to see him try to push ; me around now." She was speaking of her father, but he hardly heard ; her. He was losing himself. She sat alongside him in bed and looked at ; him aloofly, watching his eyes avoiding hers in their long passes over ; her bountiful figure. Her proximity incited his desire even more; he ; took himself full into his own hand and began long, smooth ; strokes. The bright, floral print bikini pressed into her softness and ; stretched like a second skin in its inadequate attempts at covering ; her ripe flesh.

; ; He had been reduced so far, but she continued to chip away at him. She ; leaned closer into him, bringing her breasts near his face. His eyes ; glazed over and his tongue lolled as he gawked at the valley of her ; cleavage. Look at the way he's staring at me. I'm too much for him, ; she thought with smug satisfaction, he can't control himself. She ; peered at him with silent derision as she watched him in his vigorous ; efforts at achieving climax. Do all men dream of a woman with a body ; like mine? Are they all this weak? I suppose so.

; ; "I bet you'd like to play with your wife's big breasts," she purred as ; she pushed a few loose strands of hair over her shoulder. "I bet you'd ; like me to rub them right into your face, hmm?" She saw his other hand ; tremble as he raised it towards her chest. "No no no, sweetie," she ; gently stopped his hand, placing her fingertips against his, as it ; moved closer to her, "tonight there's no touching. Just looking." She ; inhaled deeply, "But you can look all you want," her breasts strained ; against the fabric. "I just have one thing you need to do for me," she ; produced a small jar from the nightstand and placed it in his hand, ; "save yourself in this."

; ; His mind was lost in delirium and barely registered her command, ; focused intently on her flesh. She turned a bit away and brought her ; legs up underneath her at his side, putting her massive thighs and ; magnificent, heart-shaped bottom directly in front of him. "How's this ; for a change of scenery?" The fabric of her bikini, cut high up her ; hip, accentuated her curves and nearly disappeared into their shadowed ; roundure as she turned more of her back towards him and leaned over, ; presenting herself wantonly to him. He gasped audibly and continued ; his uninhibited flagellations. "It's so tight, John. So firm." Her ; hair fell down her back, she gazed up at the ceiling as she spoke, ; "Look at it. Look how big and strong it is." She arched her lower back ; more, bringing him so very close to climax. His eyes strained, ; unblinking, at the sight of her. She was so big. So beautiful. He ; began to whine as his orgasm overtook him.

; ; She threw her head over her shoulder to watch him come. Her proud ; smile quickly disappeared into anger as she saw the bottle lying by ; his side, his member spraying spasmodically onto his chest and bed ; linens. "What are you doing!?" she nearly screamed, "I told you I ; wanted this saved! Didn't you hear me?!" She spun quickly and grabbed ; the bottle, catching his remaining load and gathering what she could ; from his skin and sheets. He watched her dumbly, as lethargy began to ; creep through his bones. "I don't want you to do that EVER again!" ; Consumed with rage, she raised an open hand and pulled her arm back, ; preparing to strike him a mighty blow across the face. At that moment, ; she wanted to beat him to a bloody pulp. That would teach him to defy ; her. His eyes grew wide with shock as he was suddenly snapped back to ; reality. She could see the fear in his eyes. He recoiled and clamped ; his lids shut, steeling himself for the pain.

; ; She looked down at his quivering face, so close to tears. How ; pathetic. He was shaking with fear, but otherwise motionless. Too weak ; for any defense. She saw he was ready to take whatever punishment she ; had for him. Memories of the beatings she took as a child flooded into ; her. She could hurt him so bad. She could have her revenge.

; ; But, no, she thought as she forced herself to relax. Her compassion ; and a cool logic gradually eclipsed her violent impulses. She drew a ; long, slow breath and lowered her hand. As she gathered herself and ; rose from the bed, bottle in hand, John reopened his eyes. "Just go to ; sleep," she said as she left the room, "you need your rest." It was ; many minutes before the frantic pounding in his chest quieted and ; allowed him peace. ; ;
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XI.

; ; His night's rest was fitful. His hunger gnawed at him tirelessly and ; the recurring image of Julia's enraged visage, her eyes afire with ; anger and violence, haunted him like a specter. When he did pass into ; sleep, he was belabored with dreams which grew harder and harder to ; distinguish from reality.

; ; You pathetic little worm! Her voice boomed as she rose on her knees ; above him on the bed, Do you know how easily I could break you to ; pieces?! He cowered below her, quivering in abject fear. She had ; somehow become gigantic, rippling from head to toe in powerful ; muscles. Exploding with unearthly power. And, visibly, she was still ; growing. You feeble, miserable little man! Look at me! Look at the ; size of me! I'm gigantic! She was like a huge marble statue towering ; threateningly, chiseled and smooth. Somehow her clothes still ; contained her, but they were being shred from her expanding form like ; tissue paper. I could pop your head like a grape! I could grind your ; bones into dust! Can you imagine that? How would it feel?! Tell me! ; Frightened gibbering was his only response. She fell onto her hands ; and brought her huge face close to his. Her hair fell all around him, ; like a soft, golden curtain blocking out the rest of the world. Her ; smell was everywhere, sweet and pervasive. A white-hot fire beamed ; from her eyes into him, glowing with supernatural beauty, blue and ; indigo and silver. He looked at her gleaming, cruel smile, her perfect ; lips. So moist. She was so beautiful. You would like it, wouldn't you? ; She knew instantly of his arousal; she could read his thoughts. He ; could hide nothing from her. I should crush you, she whispered, I ; should crush you like the insignificant bug that you are. He could ; feel her growing all around him, her mass so close to blotting out his ; own. She smiled wider, reveling in his submission to her awesome, ; enveloping physical power. She grew more, and more, and more, and then ; drew back again to her haunches, laughing to shake the heavens. She ; was titanic. Absolutely colossal. And he was so small. She looked down ; at him with dancing eyes and brought her mighty arms above her head, ; hands balled into fists. The thunder in his heart was deafening. Wrath ; was gathered about her like storm clouds. Her lids narrowed and her ; mouth widened into a vicious, unholy snarl as she screamed with ; earth-shattering force and brought all of her awesome strength down ; onto him.

; ; He woke suddenly in a cold sweat. "Shhh..hush...it was only a ; dream. Everything's okay now." She was in bed with him, holding him to ; her. He was terrified; his eyes flew in a frenzy about the room, ; looking for escape. His mind, so fresh from its terrifying dream, ; struggled irrationally with reality. She's here to kill me. Feeble ; attempts to bolt upright, to break from her embrace, were quieted by ; her strong arms. She was seated up in bed and had him propped up ; against her, head against her shoulder. "Sounds like you were having a ; nightmare. Not about me, I hope?" She trapped his gaze and smiled ; benevolently down at him. His wide eyes drank in the sight as he ; struggled to make sense of his surroundings, to bring himself back ; from his nightmare. The room was nearly dark, but she seemed bathed in ; an angelic glow. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not going to let ; anything hurt you." Her soft words, like a lilting melody to his ears, ; began to calm him. The familiar maternal aura radiated from her, ; wrapping itself around him and filling the room, stronger and more ; pervasive than ever. She seemed so gentle, such contrast from the ; woman in his dream.

; ; No sooner did his fear begin to fade than his hunger woke with a ; vengeance. It tore at his every tissue, immobilizing him in a grip of ; hot coals. The perfumed aroma of her flesh fed its fire; her breasts, ; laden with milk, were so close. He was aghast at his driving need for ; her. His eyes drifted down to her chest, seeking comfort. His nerves ; settled some more as his vision roamed the expanse of her ; cleavage. Her breasts were covered in the pale blue satin of her short ; lingerie, which fell just past her broad hips. "That's right," she ; said, "I'm here now. You're safe with me." She shifted her shoulders, ; affording him a better view. He was slowly being soothed, almost ; hypnotized, by her great swells of flesh and the deep valley running ; between them, disappearing into darkness.

; ; "I'm here to protect you," she cooed, "to keep you safe. To keep you ; warm. To make you feel nice. To love you, to feed you." Her voice was ; like a lullaby as she stroked his hair. He rubbed his cheek against ; the soft skin of her shoulder, so comforting, and began to cover it ; slowly with light kisses. "That's a good boy. Nice and calm." She let ; him rest there in her arms, enjoying the tranquil warmth of her ; body. His kisses faded into a light, steady suction on her skin as he ; began to feel drowsy, despite his great hunger.

; ; Before he could doze, however, she pulled him away from her a bit into ; the crook of her arm, speaking to him again in sweet whispers. His ; eyes fluttered to meet hers. "John, I love you so much, and I know you ; love me too. And I realize how hard these past days have been for ; you. You've seen yourself change from a strong, confident man who had ; everything, who depended on nobody but himself, to what you are ; now. You're so very weak. You can barely move. My milk, the only food ; you can take to keep you alive, is making you smaller. You depend on ; me. You depend on me for everything. Like a little infant."

; ; His eyes drifted in shame from her face down her elegant throat to her ; chest. He was so hungry. She pulled the loose hair from her shoulder ; over the back of her neck. "I realize it must be difficult, but you ; have to stop thinking as my husband. You need to stop thinking of me ; just as your wife. You see how big I'm getting? It's all for you. So I ; can provide for you." As he watched her bosom heave and fall with her ; breath, she slowly lowered the strap of her lingerie halfway off her ; shoulder. It began to drift slowly down her arm, the heft of her ; breast keeping the satin from falling from her. "Wives don't do these ; things for their husbands. You need to start thinking like a baby. For ; nourishment. For warmth. For comfort."

; ; Both their heartbeats were beginning to quicken as they felt their ; relationship shifting to a new level. She was reveling in his ; acquiescence and in her own maternal power. He felt a sibilant thrill ; in giving more of himself to her, surrendering additionally his wilted ; pride. "I'm your wife, but I can be so much more. So much more for ; you, John." She reached to the nightstand, and from the corner of his ; eye he saw her bring something to her lips. She let out a soft, cooing ; sigh as she bathed him in the balmy warmth that began to emanate from ; her body. She rocked him to and fro tenderly, "I can be everything for ; you. You can be my little baby." His breathing shallowed and his loins ; clenched with yearning as he saw her start to expand. The soft flesh ; of her breasts was slowly creeping up past the boundary of her ; nightclothes, making him more ravenous. He could feel her arm growing ; below his head, his own body drifting gradually up from the ; mattress. "I can hold you and rock you and feed you. It can be so ; nice." He began to moan softly, as if in agreement. As her breasts ; continued in their growth, the shimmering fabric fell further from ; her, only her large nipple keeping it aloft. "It can be so warm and ; soft for you. You can have all you ever wanted, all you'll ever ; need. Warmth, Comfort," she shifted her shoulder a bit and inhaled, ; "Milk." With that her breast emerged, the cloth falling towards her ; hips. He moaned again quietly as he stared now into her soft milky ; flesh, expanding seemingly before his eyes, beckoning him.

; ; "How does that make you feel, hmm? That I'm going to have you as my ; little baby? That every day I'm going to breastfeed you, making you ; smaller and smaller." She knew his hunger. She knew what she was doing ; to him. Her hand brought the remaining strap off her other shoulder, ; fully exposing her bosom. Though she had already stripped him of his ; dignity, she wanted more from him. He began to form feeble sounds as ; he gazed longingly at her, trying to call her to him. "You can nurse ; from me all you want. Day in and day out. Drinking my warm ; milk. Feeling my soft, full breasts up against your face, up against ; all of you as they get bigger and bigger." The noises from between his ; closed lips took greater shape, almost as if in search of a ; word. "That's right, baby. I can be so much more than your wife. So ; much more." His attention was focused solely now on her great nipple, ; which slowly swelled in anticipation of his waiting lips. But she kept ; it from him, inches away. His sounds became more repetitive, ; "Mmm...mmm...mmm..." It was as if he was a child attempting speech for ; the first time.

; ; Her eyes sparkled. "Yes. Yes. I know you want it. I know you want it ; so bad. But you need to say it. You need to say my name. Do that for ; me and it can all be yours." Her lips curled to a half-smile as a drop ; of milk appeared on her, beckoning. "Mm...mmma...mm...mma..." She had ; him, and she knew it. "Say it for me." She let her milk down in a ; rush, causing more to gather at her nipple and a thin rivulet to run ; under the curve of her breast.

; ; "Mmma..mma...m-ma...mama. Ma-ma. Ma-ma." His words fell weakly over ; his lips, half in a whine, but to her they were music. Her heart rose ; triumphantly even as something inside him wilted. It was done. He had ; accepted her completely as his mother, himself as her infant. He could ; debase himself no further; his submission to her was total. "That's ; right, baby," she whispered, "come to mama." She took his face into ; her hand and brought it towards her breast, leaning into him. A ; strange sense of peace passed into him as he took her nipple between ; his lips; he felt relief in knowing that he was too far past any sense ; of normalcy to resist her will or his own desires. He could take all ; the milk he could from her, he could shrink further and further ; without fear. No dignity was left to pain him. All hope of returning ; to his past life had disappeared like a wisp of smoke. His once great ; pride had faded to a flicker and was then snuffed out. He would resist ; nothing. He would bask in her beauty and power, feeding off her when ; he could, worshipping her always. As her milk began to flow into his ; eager mouth, he nestled into her. Her soft flesh rolled around his ; lips and pressed into his face, all but smothering him. He could feel ; his weight shifting in her arms again, though this time not on account ; of her growth. He was becoming smaller. Good, he thought. He became ; aroused, the sensation of shrinking in her arms excited him like ; nothing before. Engulfed in her warm bosom, his mind blurred to a ; blank. He began to gurgle and moan, eyes clamped shut as he sucked ; furiously upon her great teat.

; ; She felt it, too. "Good boy. Good, good boy," the flow of her milk ; through her nipple into his mouth was nearly electric, "drink it all ; up. There's so much for you." She watched as her husband dwindled in ; her arms, taking her milk like a nursling. His head was dwarfed by her ; enormous breast. He became lighter and lighter as he took her in great ; swallows, and soon she had him full on her lap like a child. She was ; amazed, thrilled, at how small he was becoming, fully illustrating for ; her eyes what she knew already deep in her chest: her power over him ; was complete. His hand had already fallen between his legs and had ; begun to inch him along his way towards climax. She brought her free ; hand down, cupping his scrotum and massaging him ; tenderly. "Mmmm..doesn't that feel nice? Do you like it when I touch ; you there?" She squeezed him gently, causing his stomach to tighten in ; pleasurable convulsions. "Aren't mommy's breasts big? Hmm? Big, big ; breasts for her little boy." Moments passed as they both enjoyed the ; feelings of one another's body.

; ; She pressed his face more firmly into her bosom when his suckling ; began to slow, but soon realized he was becoming full. His stomach had ; bloated noticeably and milk was beginning to run down his face. She ; paused in reflection for a bit, her smile widening. She pulled his ; mouth from her nipple let his head fall slowly towards the ; mattress. With one strong hand below his hips she raised his engorged ; member up to meet her lips as she bent forward to receive him. "Now, ; mama's going to make you feel nice." His eyes shot open and he groaned ; loudly as she took him into her mouth. Her big, moist lips ran slowly ; over his taut skin; his entire shaft disappeared into her wide mouth, ; only to slide back out again. Her soft hair fell all around him. She ; gradually spun him around on the bed, propping him up on pillows so ; she could settle herself between his shrunken legs. Never did he leave ; her mouth. He was wracked from head to toe in luxurious pleasure, ; watching as her big head passed up and down his erection.

; ; She paused in mid-stroke, and brought her lips down his shaft to its ; base. She was filled with a giddy sense of power. There was so much ; room left in her mouth. Dare she try? She did. She opened her mouth ; wider and moved forward, slowly taking his entire sac into her ; mouth. Her grin broadened as she brought him in deeper yet, all his ; manhood beyond her teeth. Her tongue played back and forth under him ; as she reveled in her thoughts. She could do it right there. She could ; emasculate him completely. Almost playfully she closed her jaw a ; fraction, watching intently as he tossed his head back and forth in a ; mix of pain and ecstasy. She sucked firmly on him several times, and ; could feel the pre-cum dripping into her throat, like fiery dollops of ; molten steel.

; ; Again she began to grow. He could feel her mouth growing around ; him. He was filling less and less of her mouth by the instant. The ; all-consuming lust pushing him to burst forth into her was tempered by ; the anxiety of facing total castration in her mouth. Feeling the fear ; shiver through his skin, she gnawed gently on him. Despite his ; precarious position, his hips pushed forward rhythmically up towards ; her, seeking to push himself deeper. He was absolutely at her mercy; ; her tongue played roughly against him. She could take all his manhood ; from him. There will come a day, she thought with a smile, where more ; of you will fit in me.

; ; His thoughts were similar as he began to come. His orgasm exploded in ; her mouth like a fireball, bringing more power to her. His fluid ; brought more intense heat to her than ever before, nearly sizzling as ; she ran it around her mouth and relished every swallow. She sucked and ; sucked, drawing all of him down into her, coating her throat. Its ; energy pervaded her body and fueled her growth. His member in her ; mouth became less and less significant. When he was all but dry, she ; sat back and allowed him to watch her expansion. His lids were already ; heavy, but the sight nonetheless captivated his attention. His eyes ; lolled in his head as she swelled to new proportions, beyond those of ; any woman he had ever seen. Her great shoulders broadened, her ; muscular legs thickened. The wild mane atop her head lengthened.

; ; He was near unconsciousness. "Oh, Johnny. Mommy's getting so big. So, ; so big." With that she leaned over and, arms astride him, watched as ; his eyelids drooped shut. Bringing her face to his, she enveloped his ; lips in hers and kissed him wetly. "Goodnight, baby," she whispered as ; he fell to slumber and she curled in the bed around him, her mass so ; great next to his own. ; ;
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XII.

; ; Julia woke to the sounds of sparrows. Sunlight filled the room with an ; early glow and the air smelled sweet as she drew a huge breath into ; her lungs. She sat up halfway and looked down at her husband's ; senseless form curled in a fetal ball next to her. He was so small, ; certainly less than five feet now. Her milk, she thought, must be ; having greater and greater effects on him. And then she looked down at ; herself. She stretched, and watched her great limbs flexing. How large ; could she be now?

; ; She remembered the meeting she had planned at the modeling ; office. Looking at the bedside clock, she knew she had ample time to ; put herself together. Rising slowly for the shower, a hint of anxiety ; crept into her. Her agent hadn't sounded convinced yesterday on the ; phone. Her best days were behind her, he said. This is a job for ; younger girls, he said. Even if you are a little taller, he warned, if ; your tits are bigger, all I'll be able to get you is some porno ; work. And you don't want to do topless, still? Good luck. His words ; still made her skin crawl under the shower's warm spray.

; ; She would show him. She would show them all. Her thoughts were ; becoming heated as she stepped, still dripping, to the measuring tape ; on the wall. Would this be enough to prove what she could do? Or is a ; - by her new measurements - six-foot six amazon not anything special? ; She gazed into the full-length mirror with a faint smile and a flutter ; of trepidation. With a body like Venus? Wouldn't she be an instant sex ; symbol? Perhaps she was overly full, as he had said. Too much. But ; could the world resist a woman who could grow right in front of their ; eyes? Every day bigger and more beautiful? Her husband worshipped her, ; wouldn't every man?

; ; What she needed to do was demonstrate unequivocally her potential. She ; needed to go to her meeting ready to grow, to prove she could be like ; no woman before her. Then they would have no doubt. Then nothing could ; stop her.

; ; She drifted back to the bed wrapped tightly in her bath towel and with ; a plot in mind. She looked to her husband's immobile body; he had ; rolled onto his back but appeared still deep in sleep. As small and ; feeble as he was, he remained the wellspring of her growth. His juices ; held in them the power to build her into what she knew she could be: a ; celebrity, a star, a goddess of unequalled beauty, desired by every ; man on the planet.

; ; She removed a glass jar from the bedside table and climbed onto the ; bed, perched high on her knees at his feet. Her eyes fixed on his ; expressionless face, she dropped the towel from her body, exposing her ; giant breasts and smooth curves. Even unconscious, his body responded ; to hers; perhaps it was the smell of her naked flesh, but his erection ; rose from the bed. She slowly lowered herself towards him, bringing ; her bosom inches from his member. Supporting herself with one hand, ; she used the other to guide him to the flesh of her heavy, hanging ; breast. She rubbed the head of his shaft up against her silky skin, ; back and forth upon her nipple. He hardened more, though his even ; breathing and peaceful face assured her he was still asleep.

; ; Lowering herself further onto him, she placed him in her deep ; cleavage. He disappeared into, was completely absorbed by, the ; mountains of her flesh around him. Gently she began to run her breasts ; up and down along him, pressing her softness into him ; rhythmically. She could feel him grow harder still, though he ; continued to show no movement. He was sleeping through one of the most ; majestic tit-fucks the world had possibly ever seen. Her big, smooth ; globes passed in great waves over him, and he showed little more than ; a slight quiver in his lips.

; ; Soon, droplets of moisture appeared on him as the head of his erection ; would peek for an instant from her cleavage. Subtle tremors ran ; through his body. Jar on the ready, Julia smiled and quickened her ; pace, pressing him more firmly into her lush valley. This is too easy, ; she thought. His member had turned dark shades of red and purple, ; swollen and ready. She sensed his impending climax, and moved the ; bottle over him. One final pass of her full bosom brought him over the ; edge; he began to spit his warm, creamy fluid into her awaiting ; jar. She raised up a bit and brought her hand to his shaft, squeezing ; and urging him onward, milking him for every last drop.

; ; She shook her head in amazement as she peered up the bed at him; ; somehow he was still asleep. Equally amazing was the amount of seed ; she was able to get from him. It had only been several hours from ; their nighttime session, but he had just filled her bottle above and ; beyond what she'd expect from any man. If she could gather this much ; from him on a regular basis with so little effort, the possibilities ; were endless. How much more could she grow? Could she reach seven ; feet? Or more? So far, she felt better than she ever had in her life, ; but how much could her body take? Was she willing to test its limits?

; ; She capped the bottle in her hand as she rose from the bed and began ; to dress. I need something I can grow into, she thought, but tight is ; still nice. She settled on a shimmering black nylon and lycra long ; sleeve shirt and its matching, short skirt; her cleavage was covered ; but her remarkable assets were outlined nicely. She knew that, if it ; came to a photo shoot, none of the clothes they had on hand at the ; studio would fit. In preparation, she threw a number of her new ; outfits into a duffel bag: some bathing suits, a couple of ; minidresses, and some lingerie. When she had herself organized, she ; thought again of John. What to do with him today when she was out? ; Maybe he'd like a little change of scenery. ; ;
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XIII.

; ; John woke in Julia's arms. He was being carried from his bed into the ; great room, towards the couches. As he gathered his senses, he looked ; around and then up into his wife's beautiful face. "Whuuu...." was all ; he could muster in query. "Good morning, sunshine. How was your night? ; You look exhausted. Well, I have to leave for a little while, so we're ; going to set you up in front of the TV" She lowered him gently onto ; their deep, plush sofa. She had removed some pillows and propped him ; into a seated position against the couch's back. His legs came just ; barely to the edge of the cushion. She had dressed him, he noticed, in ; an old pair of her black cotton workout shorts; even these were loose ; about his waist.

; ; She flipped on the power to the television. "I'll leave you the ; remote, but I don't want you watching any naughty movies, now," she ; smiled playfully down at him, "I do have some pictures here you might ; like, in case you get lonely." He looked to the endtable beside him, ; where several framed pictures of her were turned towards ; him. Obviously new photos, on account of her appearance in them, and ; obviously not professional. She likely took these herself using the ; timer on their automatic camera.

; ; His eyes lingered over the pictures for a moment but were drawn to ; Julia's hands as she placed several empty drinking glasses on the ; table, within his reach. "These are for you. In case you start ; thinking of me," she kissed him on the forehead as she turned to ; leave, "you know what to do." He sighed languidly as he watched her ; exit the house and thought to himself that he felt odd, he was only ; moderately aroused by the sight of her; usually her mere presence had ; him in a state near fits. It was almost as if he had just recently ; spent himself in orgasm....but it had been many hours ago, the middle ; of the night, when he had woken from his dream and nursed from her, ; right?

; ; Well, it won't last long, he thought. He gazed again at the photos at ; his bedside. She certainly had taken them and placed them here for the ; sole purpose of exciting him. A picture of her on her knees in a ; familiar bikini, chest and shoulders to the ground, glorious rear high ; in the air. A close-up cleavage shot, full frontal in a party dress, ; leaning forwards towards the camera - half of her face was obscured ; beyond the frame of the shot, but her wide, pearly grin beckoned the ; viewer. And last, a crystal-clear headshot of her enthralling, smiling ; face, aglow in its halo of bright blond tresses. He was almost ; hypnotized by her bright, blue eyes in the last photo, and lay staring ; at them for minutes on end. He knew it was crazy, but even her ; two-dimensional image seemed able to watch him.

; ; What would she be thinking, what would she say, he wondered, if she ; were looking at me? He could imagine her voice, soft and lilting, ; comforting him. Oh baby, I love you so much. Her voice was music. Do ; you love me, too? Yes, he did, he did. He looked deeper into the ; sapphire wells of her eyes. Aren't I beautiful? Aren't I the most ; breathtaking woman you've ever seen? Oh god, here it comes again. His ; lust began to bubble and seethe once more as it dragged his hand down ; between his thighs. I am. I am the most beautiful woman in the ; world. And I get more beautiful every day. Her eyes seemed to dance ; and sparkle even in the picture, mocking his weakness. How much more ; can you take, little man? How much more of me can you handle? Because ; I'm getting bigger and bigger and bigger. Before he realized it, he ; had his shorts nearly down to his knees and a solid erection firmly in ; his grip. He was in the full throes of masturbating to a picture of ; his wife's face, and had neither the will nor the desire to fully face ; what he had become, the depths to which he had sunk.

; ; That's right. Think about that. Look at me. I can get you hot with a ; shift of my hips, a breath, a glance, a thought. I can turn you on so ; much that it hurts. I can make you ache all over. His breath came in ; shallow pants and his eyes were wide and glassy as he continued to ; stare at her beautiful visage. I'm so much bigger than you. I dwarf ; you. You are so tiny to me. And I'm going to make you smaller. And ; smaller. He grabbed at a glass from the endtable in preparation. And ; smaller. And some day, a weak cry escaped his throat into the empty ; house, I'm going to eat you.

; ; Instinctually he followed her commands and dumped his fluid into the ; drinking glass. This will make her happy, he thought. Gifts for the ; queen. He squeezed all he could from his flesh and fell exhausted to ; his pillows. He realized, as he lay there, that the boundaries ; separating his fantasies, his fears and his reality were beginning to ; blur. What was he hoping for? Escape? No. He couldn't bear the thought ; of being without her and didn't know if he could survive anyway. A ; miraculous return to normalcy? No. He was no longer above admitting to ; himself that he was now living a version of the deepest fantasy he had ; carried with him all his life. Further diminution at her hands, ; shrinking to the point of non-existence? The thought held a dark ; appeal, but filled him with dread. He felt sure, in this rare moment ; of lucidity, that he was on the brink of insanity, if not already deep ; in its clutches.

; ; In an attempt to exorcise his somber thoughts, John struggled to ; follow the shows on television. Sights and sounds flew by him in a ; confused rush; his ability to process the information was just barely ; adequate for the task. And he found it disquieting that he was ; literally revolted by the images of women on the programs. Soap opera ; actresses. News anchors. Game show hostesses. Though certainly ; considered attractive women, he couldn't bear to look at them. Was her ; hold over him that strong? Or was the virus expressing itself in ; another mindlessly nefarious manner? He struggled with the physical ; task of reaching for the remote and clicking off the power.

; ; He was alone with his own thoughts for several minutes before his gaze ; fell again to the photos. Although it had been less than twenty ; minutes since his last orgasm, the images stirred him once again. His ; vision roamed over the full swells of her flesh, her firm buttocks, ; the deep crevice between her breasts. And he became erect again. But ; always he returned to the picture of her face. It called to him in his ; final moments of climax. And it did so again, and again, and again ; throughout the day. He drifted occasionally into merciful periods of ; sleep, but spent all his waking hours in rapt, lustful worship of ; her. And the glasses beside the bed began to fill.

; ; By late morning, his hunger had begun to wake. By midafternoon, it had ; cramped his stomach into painful knots. By early evening, it was in an ; absolute howl. His only escape from its vicious grip were the brief ; moments he spent in climax time and time again. Where is she? By this ; point he had dropped to a state of irrational panic. She said she'd be ; back soon. It's been too long. Maybe she's left me. Maybe she's not ; coming back.

; ; Suddenly a phone rang. The first all day. Though he, of course, had no ; chance in answering it as the receiver lay yards across the room from ; him, his heart leapt. Maybe she was calling to say she was on her way ; back. To feed him. The answering machine picked up the call with a ; recorded message of his voice: the strong, clear bass of earlier ; days. He could barely recognize it, scarcely believe it was ; his. Rather than sadness, John felt only the faint pang of nostalgia.

; ; The caller identified himself as the physician attending his care at ; the hospital. He sounded quite concerned. "Mrs. Blake, I just got your ; message at my office. Thank you for returning my call, but I have to ; advise you to rethink your decision and allow us to send a visiting ; nurse to see John. Perhaps there is nothing further we can do to heal ; him, but we need to monitor his viral load for reinfectivity and ; transmission. I'm sending a courier over with a blood kit which will ; allow you to take a sample yourself. You just need to send the sample ; back to us. But, please, I beg you, let us come and see him. You have ; our number. Goodbye." The phone clicked dead.

; ; Several orgasms later the doorbell rang. And then a series of knocks ; to the front door. The courier, but John had not the strength to call ; out to him, let alone rise and answer. What would be the point anyway? ; Silence filled the house as the knocking paused, and then the bell ; rang again. All was quiet after that until the faint sound of a car ; engine in the driveway sprang to life and then faded away. He was ; fraught with the physical pains of hunger, like a hot blade to his gut ; and a vise to his temples. One last ejaculation numbed him again into ; hunger-wracked slumber. ; ;
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XIV.

; ; She was jubilant. Returning home late into the evening and tossing the ; package from the front step aside, she found her husband unconscious ; on the couch, drenched in his own sweat, a pair of shorts down at his ; knees. His breath rattled in shallow gasps, his skin was pale and ; clammy. She stood over him and surveyed the pitiful scene. A dull ache ; set upon her breasts as she could sense his hunger, almost see it ; writhing within his flesh. At any other time, she would likely be ; overcome with compassion and concern, but tonight was a time of ; celebration. She was drunk with power. Her meeting with her agent had ; exploded into an event beyond even her wildest imaginations, and her ; ego and sense of self-satisfied conceit had blossomed to match, if not ; exceed, the scope of her new body.

; ; She was nearly taken aback with surprise as she noticed the drinking ; glasses beside the couch, which were each nearly full with John's ; fluid. Her glances drifted over the photos she had left at his side as ; she pictured what his activities during the day must have ; entailed. Then her mind registered the implications. He made that ; himself, all in one day. For me. There was so much of it. She smiled ; as the possibilities formed in her head.

; ; "You've been a busy little boy, haven't you?" He was roused from his ; sleep by her voice. His eyes flittered and slowly focused on her shape ; standing before him. He blinked several times, trying to clear his ; vision; gradually her image sharpened. Oh lord, she's bigger than ; ever. "I'm so sorry I was gone so long, honey-baby," her voice was ; high and indulgent, and had affected a touch of the slow southern ; drawl she had spent so long in speech training to drop, "You must be ; famished." She was dressed in the same form-fitting outfit in which ; she left; the form it was designed to fit, however, had changed once ; again. She stood even taller now, and her heavy breasts strained ; greatly against the elastic fabric of her shirt. Her skirt gave new ; meaning to the term "micro-mini", covering mere inches of the stately ; redwoods that were her legs.

; ; "Well, my day went well," she teased flirtatiously as she tousled her ; hair with both hands, "how was yours?" John fell into a deep blush, ; his gaze downward. "Did you miss me? It looks like you did." She ; watched as his eyes drifted over to the endtable and looked in near ; disbelief at the fruit of his own labors. "You've been a very good ; boy, and mommy has a treat for you. But first I have to get ; comfortable." She began to remove her heels, "It's been such a long ; day. So many people. So many cameras. Well, I showed up at the studio ; and he - my agent - was just beside himself. I mean, really, he's sees ; pretty girls all day, am I that special?"

; ; Her thin, sarcastic smile passed unnoticed by her husband, who was ; rapt in attention as she had started to undo her skirt. "But he could ; hardly put two words together, he was so excited. I've never seen him ; look at me - or anyone - that way before. I don't know if it was the ; dollar signs lighting up in his eyes or just that he was wondering ; what it'd be like in bed with me, but he was literally speechless for ; a long time." John's mouth dropped as she shimmied out of her skirt, ; pulling it down her long, tan legs to the floor. "And then I couldn't ; shut him up. Talking a mile a minute about publicity and photo shoots ; and press conferences. Big time, he said, big money, if we play our ; cards right. He said I was the most beautiful woman the world had ever ; seen." She flushed with pride and felt the heat of John's gaze upon ; her full hips, tiny black panties stretched tightly across them.

; ; "When I told him I was still growing, he nearly lost it," she giggled, ; "and when I said I could grow anytime I wanted, I think he almost wet ; his pants." She had placed her hands upon her hips and had slowly ; begun to roll them to and fro sensuously. "I don't know if he believed ; me, so I showed him a little growth with a couple of your drops. He ; seemed to like that, a lot." John's eyes flew to meet hers in ; alarm. "Don't worry, our secret is safe...I told him it was my ; 'special formula'. He doesn't know about you." She drew his eyes back ; to her hips with a half-turn and a slight bend at the knees.

; ; "But, before I knew it, he was on the phone to all these big shots, ; getting together a publicity team. Soon the place was full of ; photographers, publicists, magazine and TV executives, clothing ; designers. And they all wanted me. Me!" She turned a bit more, her ; back now to her husband, and slowly rocked her hips back and forth in ; a slow dance. Her marvelous, muscular rear and bare legs filled his ; vision. "So I showed them what I can do, how I can grow, and they ; loved it! They loved me! It seems, they said, that 'I've stumbled into ; the secret fantasies of every living male.' They said they couldn't ; believe their eyes, but that the cameras never lie. So many pictures!"

; ; She was obviously on a high induced by the attention of what sounded ; to be a number of very powerful people in the media. "I mean, I feel a ; little bad for my agent. I'm sure he'll get a little bit of the ; action, but it all seemed to spiral out of his control. I guess he's ; getting railroaded, but I don't think I need him anymore, anyway. He's ; small fry; I've got bigger people taking care of things." At one time, ; his wife's words would have concerned him. He'd be afraid she was ; setting herself up for a big disappointment. But now he greeted them ; with mute acceptance; he realized she could do whatever she wished, ; get whatever she wanted, with her new body. "I'm going to be on ; magazine covers. On television. Everywhere." Though she was turned ; away from him, he could feel the triumph in her voice. "Right now I've ; got people making clothes for me, setting up publicity events, web ; sites. To get me what I want. To make the world mine."

; ; Julia knew she was a voluptuous masterpiece, a goddess in the making, ; from head to toe. Under her husband's worshipful gaze, she felt more ; beautiful, more powerful than ever before. Not until this time was she ; fully aware of the scope of her newfound sexuality. And, suddenly, she ; was in the mood to do something about it, to test her sexual ; powers. "Tell me, are you ready for this, little boy?" She spun around ; to face her husband. Raising her arms above her head and swiveling her ; hips, she displayed her generous endowments to him like some ; wasp-waisted starlet. Her flesh undulated. He craned his neck backward ; to look up at her. "Do you like it? Do you like your wife's big body?" ; She bent slightly at the knee and dropped down at the waist to look ; him in the face. He nodded and swallowed nervously. She closed her ; eyes and puckered her lips, blowing him a kiss.

; ; Her eyes shot open again and looked deep into his fragile soul, ; testing his shattered will. "I'm going to make so much money. More ; than you ever made. More than you can even imagine." She watched his ; eyes. "I'm going to be so huge." His desire and shame were betrayed by ; his half-lidded, enthralled expression. She smiled and, with a toss of ; her hair, said "I'm going to be able to support you in every way." He ; put up no attempt at resistance. She realized her dominion over him, ; how absolute it had become. She was almost in awe of her own power and ; how it had reduced him so far. She realized how her domination over ; him was becoming a sort of foreplay for them, how his shame heightened ; his passion. Some part of him, she knew, actually enjoyed the fear her ; huge body instilled in his shriveled one. As she grew larger, and he ; smaller, he fell further and further under her spell. His continuing ; submission to her was a strong aphrodisiac for them both. The bigger ; she became, the more he worshipped her, the more he lost himself in ; her. And she knew she could do it to all the others, she was sure they ; were just as weak.

; ; Her sense of power was making her randy. She slithered out of her ; panties and climbed onto the couch, straddling her husband between her ; massive legs. Her mass brought complaints from the sofa's springs and ; - as she lowered from her knees to her haunches - groans from her ; husband. She placed a good deal of weight on his thighs, and she ; relished the strained look on his face as he struggled to accept ; it. She was, however, aware of his hardness against her. "How does ; that feel, hmm, baby? Am I too heavy? Is your big wife too much for ; you?" He shut his eyes and winced as she settled more of herself onto ; him. "Shh...Shhh..I know, I know. She's so big. So heavy. But this ; will make it all better."

; ; She reached down and grabbed hold of his swollen manhood, so hot ; between her fingers. Tilting her head back to afford him a view of the ; taut sinews of her beautiful throat, she tucked his stiff member into ; her. Eyes closed, she pulled his erection up, tightly surrounding him ; and grasping him in a firm hold. The awareness of him inside her ; brought deep pleasure, her flesh yearned for his seed. But she made no ; further move. And any attempt on his part to thrust upwards into her ; were futile; she was far too heavy too allow him any significant ; movement. She could sense his impotent attempts and merely smiled to ; herself.

; ; She pulled one of the glasses full of his juices from the ; endtable. His eyes followed it and then went to her face. Wracked with ; the pain he was already withstanding, her mass atop his, he attempted ; to protest, "Nnn...nnnu..." She brought a single fingertip to his lips ; to quiet him. "Shhh...I would never hurt my little baby." She pushed ; him back gently with her finger until he laid his head back in passive ; resignation and watched her. "Are you ready for the show?"

; ; With that she brought the glass to her lips and took a great swallow, ; and then another, finishing nearly half its contents. She placed the ; remains back on the table and began to bask in the fascinating ; sensations overtaking her being. The heat raging throughout her body ; was severe; she could feel herself heating the air in the room with ; her expanding body. Muscles strengthened and filled with vitality as ; the skin above them shivered in rapture and stretched over her new ; girth. The pressing growth of her breasts and torso were showing their ; effect on her already overworked top, now like a second skin, ; shimmering and black, near to bursting. She could feel her toes ; approach, and pass, the edge of the couch cushion as her legs sought ; greater lengths. She had taken so much this time, and knew she was ; growing more than ever before. It was a feeling she never wanted to ; let end. Oh, to grow bigger and bigger, towards the ceiling, through ; the roof. Like a giantess she could look down upon the world, inciting ; fear and worship in the puny masses around her. Her smile grew as she ; felt her body rise and advance above his, the feeling of his frailty ; beneath her growing strength filled her with newfound ecstasy, ; stronger than orgasm. She nearly yelled with pleasure, "Oh baby, ; Mommy's here. Mommy's here for you." The thought and feeling of him ; inside her tempted her to draw more and more from him, suck him up ; into her. She wanted nothing more than to grow without limits and blot ; out the sun, bathing the world in the light and warmth of her own ; awesome beauty and power. All in time, she thought.

; ; She felt her growth slowing, her breath becoming more even, and ; returned her gaze to her husband, now so small underneath her. His ; head, lolled on the couch's back, were below the undersides of her ; great breasts, still sheathed in quivering fabric. His eyes boggled up ; at her growing, burgeoning body. She leaned back slightly so she could ; watch his face as she began to slowly inhale a deep lungfull of air ; and flex the muscles of her arms, shoulders, chest and back. Her shirt ; had seen its last. Rips quickly ran all throughout it and soon it ; disintegrated into tatters around her. She pulled the remaining ; threads from her with a lustful glint in her eye and looked down over ; the swells of her grandiose bosom, still within a straining bra of ; black satin, at her trembling husband. She could feel him so hard ; within her, beginning to ooze his precious fluid already and urging ; her again slowly to greater heights. Her milky flesh overflowed the ; edges of her cups, and threatened to spill forward in their continued ; growth.

; ; "Oh, baby. She's so big for you. So much bigger than before." She must ; be past seven feet tall, she thought. And her breasts were like ; entities unto themselves, rolling off her chest in vast expanses of ; soft flesh. "And she wants to share it all with you." She brought her ; hands to her chest. "Mommy's going to show you her big breasts now." ; Undoing the front clasp of her taut brassiere, she pulled its fabric ; from her. In great, rolling waves they fell forward, firm and massive.

; ; John's choked, gurgled response delighted her. She knew his intense ; hunger and reveled in his homage to her lavish bosom, abundant with ; life. He focused solely on them as they swayed and swelled above his ; face. He knew they would reduce him further and further, but he craved ; their milk, their soft heft against his face. He moaned and worked his ; lips, pursing them as if to call her forward onto him. He didn't dare ; move his head, however, approaching her unbidden. Like an infant, he ; was helpless below her.

; ; She peered down at him with scorn. He was enslaved completely, a ; servant to her every whim, enfeebled by his need for her. And she ; wanted to make sure he knew it. "Yes, I'm going to breastfeed you. I'm ; going to put my nipple to your mouth and let you suck from me until ; you're full. You can suckle like a baby, and shrink smaller and ; smaller underneath me." Her voice, though unpleasant in tone, filled ; his brain and soothed him like a warm shroud. "But you're going to ; have to beg me for it."

; ; Down she looked at him as he struggled to make sense of his situation ; through the fog of his hunger and the fire in his sex, still lodged ; deep within her. "Without me, you'd starve tonight, shriveled and ; wasted. You need my milk. Beg me, John, beg me." Her breasts shifted ; languidly before his eyes as she dipped and raised her shoulders in ; slow rhythm. Firm flesh beckoned him with undulations. He struggled to ; form the words that would ease his suffering. "Pppuh..Puhhh.."

; ; "That's right, baby, beg me. Beg your mommy to feed you." She wanted ; him in abject fealty now, bowing down in prayer at the shrine of her ; beauty. Like a great mother-goddess, full of life for the ; pious. "Puhhl...Please...please..." his words sputtered from his lips, ; his face strained in the agonies of hunger, physical struggle and ; emotional anguish. "Please what, baby? Beg me. Beg me." Her hand came ; up behind his neck and cradled his head.

; ; "Please. Please mommy. Please feed me." His voice was weak and beaten, ; but brought her onto him. Leaning forward atop his body and drawing ; his head to her, she received him into her huge, smothering chest. Her ; nipple filled his mouth and released her plentiful milk into his eager ; throat. She pressed him deep into her flesh and ground her hips once ; into his, a reminder to him that she was his whole world, all that ; mattered.

; ; Immediately he began to dwindle, and she could sense his heightened ; passion. She could tell he was enraptured with the feeling of her body ; slowly eclipsing his, dwarfing it, enveloping it. As his head became ; smaller and smaller at her breast, she began to talk softly to ; him. 'You're becoming so small. Can you feel it? Can you feel me so ; much bigger against you, surrounding you. Your head is so tiny, so ; small against your wife's big breast." Flesh encompassed him, her ; breasts about his head, her womanhood around his shaft. Her thundering ; heartbeat filled his ears, numbing his thoughts blissfully.

; ; Her hips slid up and down him several times, but abruptly stopped and ; clenched him tightly as she sensed him near climax. "That's ; right. Mommy is everywhere. She's all over you." He luxuriated in her ; huge body atop his. If only, he thought, if only he could lose himself ; absolutely, to just become an actual part of her. Skin with her skin, ; blood with her blood. He wanted more and more milk. He wanted to be ; smaller. He wanted to make her grow, so he could disappear completely ; into her. Then he could have real peace.

; ; She slid over him once again. "Yes, baby. You're inside me. Back ; inside mommy. Back where you belong." She knew his thoughts. And she ; wanted him the same way. She wanted to draw him up into her ; completely, make him utterly and wholly hers. To finally absorb him in ; full, the ultimate triumph.

; ; His orgasm hit just as her breast fell from his mouth, as he shrunk ; beyond its reach. Wave after wave of delight flooded over him as he ; jetted his strength deep into her. Her body sucked and pulled all it ; could from him as she towered higher and higher above him, growing ; full force once again. He could no longer see her face above her ; stupendous, expanding bosom and rather watched as her thighs ; lengthened and thickened alongside him. Her hips swelled, widened, and ; called to him to enter her further. He was no more than half her size ; now, and he felt safe and warm in her hands as she wrapped them about ; his head and drew him to her firm, taut belly as she rose to her ; knees. He fell to slumber against her as she caressed him so near her ; loins and thought of future days.

; ; She looked at her body in amazement. She was now far beyond the ; proportions of a normal human woman, and the world could ignore her no ; further. She grinned as she thought of the scene that she would cause ; when she next left the house, knowing the reaction she'd get. Hers was ; a body that would bring grown men to tears. Let them all weep, she ; thought, all like little babies. ; ;
; ;

XV.

; ; Suddenly I can walk again. I am back to my full size. But something is ; still very wrong. I am in our house, looking far across the room to my ; wife. She is in her wedding dress, a brilliant white, and has her arms ; outstretched, beckoning me to her for an embrace. "Where are you ; going?" her voice calls to me and echos dully in my ears. I am ; terrified of the look in her eyes. As if in slow motion, I turn from ; her and am quickly out the front door. All seems clear again in the ; cool nighttime air; my sanity has returned. I stop running at the end ; of the driveway and am struck by the silence. Nothing moves, the ; neighborhood is deserted, the eerie glow of the streetlamps cast ; twisted shadows of trees across the pavement. My long, slow breaths ; are the only thing I hear until the ominous sounds of creaking timbers ; spin me to face the house.

; ; From my vantage point nearly a hundred yards away, the structure ; appears peaceful. Yet, once again, unearthly groans of splitting wood ; emanate from within, louder and more insistent this time. I take a ; single step backwards as shingles from the roof begin to buckle, slide ; and fall to the ground. The roof, at the highest point of its slope, ; begins to split, being pushed upwards from inside the house. Thick ; beams of dark wood emerge at irregular angles like fractured bones ; from a wound.

; ; And then her hand appears. It is enormous. Long fingers push the ; rubble aside to make room for her other hand, which aids her in ; clearing a larger opening for a huge mass of golden hair. She snaps ; her neck up quickly, tossing debris in all directions as her gigantic ; head shakes back and forth to free itself of wood and plaster. She has ; a look of extreme satisfaction on her face, and seems to be lost in ; the ecstasy of her metamorphosis. Though the roof is nearly thirty ; feet from the ground, she must be crouched on her knees inside the ; house to allow for the size of her head. Her eyes open slowly as she ; draws the outside world into focus. She is as beautiful as I have ever ; seen her, even made more so by her incredible, expanded scale.

; ; Still on her knees, she straightens her back, ripping through the roof ; with her shoulders. She smiles in amazement at her own size as she ; looks at the house around her, still containing her like the fragile ; shell of an egg. And then she sees me, across the driveway and yard, ; and fixes me with an unblinking glare. Her grin widens as my face must ; betray my wonder-struck fear. Slowly, as if for painful effect, she ; begins to stand, eyes never leaving mine. More of the house ; crumbles. She exalts in her own awesome power and its effect on me as ; she rises to her full height, tilts her chin upwards, and peers down ; at me haughtily. Unbelievably, her wedding dress is intact, an elegant ; satin gown now covering a body easily more than sixty feet tall. It is ; then that I notice that I am dressed in the same black tuxedo I wore ; to our wedding.

; ; The sides of the house reaches barely to the level of her hips. She ; moves forward, towards me, a single pace, shattering the roof ; additionally and bringing her to the edge of the structure. Without a ; glance she pushes forward with her hips and hands, and the wall ; crashes to the ground, crumbling to dust and splinters. I take another ; step backwards as she moves into the yard, closing the distance ; between the two of us. She stands there, with her gown flowing about ; her, bathed in moonlight. Though without a veil, she is gloved in ; white in and wears the dress in the same style - off the shoulder and ; long of train - as the day we were married. She is truly a divine ; sight, towering above me like a holy colossus. I stand there, in rapt ; adoration, as she bathes in my terror and worshipful stare from her ; lofty vantage.

; ; She begins to drop to her knees and lean slowly forward towards me. I ; step backwards, now onto the street, to allow her room. She is ; sprawled out across the yard, supporting her torso with her elbows,, ; and faces me. Her cleavage rises higher than my head from where her ; breasts meet and buckle the lawn and pavement. She smiles at me, ; displaying teeth huge and brilliant as she asks,"How is my little one? ; Does he like his giant wife? Or does he want her bigger?" She closes ; her eyes for a moment and moans luxuriously. I retreat a step further ; as she seems to be moving towards me, her breasts pushing trenches ; into the road as they slide forward. My god, she's growing again! She ; reads my incredulous expression with bemusement and speaks, as if to a ; young child, "Oh baby, I don't need you anymore. I can grow anytime I ; want now, John. As big as I want. I can be enormous. I can be a ; goddess." I take several more steps backward as she continues to ; advance, overtaking me. I watch with amazement as her face grows ; larger, now directly above me, her hair now falling over her shoulders ; and surrounding me, blocking out the outside world. All that is left ; is her.

; ; This time, her gown does not keep pace with her growth. It tears and ; falls into rags about her. With that she brings herself up from her ; elbows to her hands, her breasts rising from the street and falling ; from her dress. With a loving smile and a deep lungful of breath, she ; presents her massive breasts to me. They hover in the air above me, ; full and round and heavy as they slowly approach, looming. I am ; absolutely awestruck, my mouth agape, struck nearly dead by the ; sight. My stomach is in knots, too tight to vomit. What remaining ; strength I have in my legs gives way, and I crumple to my knees before ; her, and begin to weep. I realize I am once again naked.

; ; "Shhh..." I hear her whisper seductively, "don't be ; afraid. Relax. I'll be so gentle." Her voice and eyes are ; beatific. "Let me grow all over you." As she continues to expand, I ; lose sight of her angelic face gazing down at me as her titanic bosom ; slowly fills my field of vision and lowers towards me. I fall ; backwards and begin to whimper as the warmth of her great nipple ; reaches me, followed by the pressing weight of her flesh. "Lie back, ; enjoy this," she coos, "I'm all around you. Feel me, John, I'm ; everywhere." I am surrounded by her softness, lost in it as it ; threatens to crush me - but does not. "I'm everything to you. Let ; yourself go, give up, give it all to me.

; ; "I moan and push up against her, coming in a torrent against her ; breast, bucking feebly into her flesh. For a moment she pauses. I ; could smell her sense of triumph with my surrender. Slowly, she begins ; to grow again and I accept her full weight as she lowers herself down ; and grinds me into the pavement. ; ;
; ;

XVI.

; ; John stirred from his dream-filled slumber in the early afternoon as ; Julia entered the bedroom. Just returning from another media event, ; her hair and makeup were professionally done. Her lightly bronzed skin ; glowed where it was not covered by a tight white minidress scooped low ; down her chest. It was an outfit obviously tailor-made for her; one ; does not pick up clothes for a woman nearing eight feet tall at the ; local mall. "Hi there, baby," she drawled as she approached him, "how ; do you like my new things?" She spun in display for him, and leaned ; over towards the bed, allowing him a fine view of her deep cleavage as ; he propped himself up on a pillow.

; ; "V-very nice," his voice had returned to a strained whisper, "you ; l-look beautiful." She beamed with pride both at the compliment and ; her take on his current state of health: she had nursed him back from ; near death, and now he was able to speak again, sit up by ; himself. "Why, thank you honey, you are too kind." Her accent had ; crept further back into her speech, and lent it a seductive lilt. She ; stood and arched her back, smiling at the obvious reaction she drew ; from him as he moaned and squirmed. She had grown again this morning ; at the video shoot, and her finely muscled frame had blossomed ; further. Her impressive, hourglass figure was tightly packed with ; silky flesh at the same time both strong and soft.

; ; "I've got all sorts of pretty new outfits," she sat on the bed besides ; him and started tracing circles on his thin chest with her ; fingertip. "Some of them they made sooo big," she looked askance at ; his eyes, which were roaming over her long legs, "but I'll grow into ; them." She dropped her gaze from his face to his chest, his legs. My, ; he looked so small. True, everyone looked small to her now, but her ; husband was absolutely tiny. He was less than four feet tall, and so ; thin - not much broader than one of her firm thighs. She caressed the ; smooth skin of his face. How long had it been since he's been shaved, ; she wondered, he's got no beard to speak of.

; ; "Would you like to see the video I shot with my publicity team today?" ; She did not wait for his reply, and moved to open the television ; cabinet past the end of the bed. "It's gone out to all the major ; networks and syndicated TV tabloid shows, along with all the photos to ; the newspapers and magazines. I'll be famous by tomorrow, they say. My ; websites are already on fire. " She slipped a tape into the ; player. "This starts off with some guy interviewing me. Watch."

; ; She returned to the bed and sat alongside her husband as the screen ; sprang to life. Though his eyes watched the forming images, he could ; not help but be acutely aware of her large breasts behind his head and ; up against his shoulder as she put her arm around him.

; ; Onscreen, she was seated, demurely with legs crossed, in a dark ; room. Across from her was a man with his back turned to the camera, ; sitting in shadows. She was wearing the same white minidress she had ; on now - though it did not hug her quite as tightly - and was bathed ; in flattering light. And she looked enormous. Seated on a high stool, ; she dwarfed a small table and pitcher of water set next to her for ; effect. The camera shot from a low angle, accentuating her size. Her ; innocent expression and quiet demeanor stood in sharp contrast to her ; revealing clothes and impossibly voluptuous figure. "Thank you, ; Ms. Blake, for agreeing to this interview. Now, tell me what you had ; said earlier, why you contacted me and wanted to tell your story."

; ; The camera drew in slightly to her as she smiled with false ; modestly. "Well, I didn't think I could keep my secret much ; longer. I've been getting a lot of attention because, well, I've been ; getting bigger."

; ; "What do you mean, exactly, Ms. Blake? Explain it for our audience." ; The interviewer's voice was disembodied, now offscreen.

; ; "You see, I've been growing. Taller and taller. Very quickly. Just a ; few weeks ago I was the same size as everyone else, and now look at ; me." She smiled brilliantly as she straightened her back. John was ; struck again, seeing his wife on the television, as to just how huge ; her breasts were.

; ; "Can we see the picture of Ms. Blake before?" asked the ; interviewer. An older photo of Julia appeared on screen, from her ; modeling days. She looked beautiful, but so much smaller. "Wow. Quite ; a change. But how can a woman of your age - you are twenty-eight, ; correct? - just begin to grow again? And so fast?"

; ; "I'm not really sure, it just started to happen one day. I started ; shooting up, and out." The camera began a slow pan down from her face ; as she slowly threw back her shoulders, drifting in close-up over her ; elegant neck, lingering on her chest before falling further and ; further down her torso to her endless, muscular legs, white pumps ; dangling from her toes. Though the piece was produced like a ; journalistic report, its filming bordered on the lascivious. "Before I ; knew it, I didn't fit into any of my old clothes, into my car, my ; bed. I was a little afraid at first, but now I really like it. I'm ; becoming a giant." The camera had returned to a tight shot of her ; face, catching her delighted, crooked grin.

; ; "If you don't mind me asking, H-how tall are you now, exactly?" Though ; obviously a plant, the unseen interviewer actually seemed to be ; growing a bit anxious, as the crack in his voice betrayed.

; ; She met his query with a wry smile. "Last time I checked? Oh, about ; seven feet, seven and a half inches tall. And no signs of stopping."

; ; Though entranced with the video, John noticed his wife's big hand pull ; down at his shorts and encircle his erection in its grip, wrapping it ; easily and completely in her fingers.

; ; "Seven-seven and a half? That means..."

; ; "Yes, that I'm the world's tallest living woman," she concluded his ; sentence teasingly, "And, if you're lucky, today I'll outgrow that guy ; from North Korea and be the tallest living human."

; ; "What do you mean, today? You mean here, now?"

; ; "Why, sure, honey. Why wait? I can grow anytime I want. Don't you want ; to see it? Don't you want to watch?"

; ; To quell any disbelief, Julia stood with much drama and looked down on ; her interrogator as the camera panned back. He gazed up at her from ; his seat and rose slowly from the shadows into her light, back still ; to the camera. He looked like a child, the top of his head barely ; reaching her jutting bosom. He and the camera followed her long, ; sweeping strides and swaying hips as they took her to another set ; where pieces of furniture had been obviously placed to give a sense of ; perspective. While he was no doubt at their scale, she towered over it ; all.

; ; "So, let me get this straight, Ms. Blake." He sounded ; incredulous. "You can grow at any time, on command?" He stood in ; profile, at her side.

; ; "Why, yes," she said with condescension, "let me show you." Upon the ; wall were height markers. She stood against it, and topped Seven foot ; seven. She tugged at him, almost excitedly, to stand beside her: five ; eleven. With that the camera pulled down to their feet, his much ; smaller beside her.

; ; Julia's voice, next to John in bed, interrupted to add, "Now, this is ; where I drank some fluid off camera. But we don't tell the audience ; that, of course." He looked to his wife's face; she was beaming and ; giddy, intent on the television screen. Her long fingers continued to ; stroke him affectionately along his length, causing his stomach to ; clench in pleasure.

; ; Slowly, the feet in the white high heels begin to expand. She slipped ; one of them from her as the other began to split. The camera crept up ; her body, making sure to keep the interviewer in the frame. She was ; obviously growing, looking down at the man aside her. Her body swelled ; to fill her dress, as it dragged up her thigh and stretched across her ; breasts. She struck several flirtatious poses for the camera as the ; shot pulled back and allowed for a full view of her body as it ; completed its ascent. She faced the camera straight on and, bending to ; look her audience in the eye, asked "How was that?" Her cleavage ; beckoned wantonly, "Do you want more?"

; ; She stood to her full height, eyes not leaving the camera as it came ; to a close up of her face and the marker which read her new ; height. Seven feet ten inches. She was silent in her triumph, and ; smiled with a sweep of her hair as the interviewer announced, "That ; does it! You are now the world's tallest person, man or woman." He was ; clearly in a slight state of shock. "That was incredible! Simply ; amazing! How, if I may ask, does that make you feel?" The interviewer ; had disappeared once again off camera.

; ; She answered thoughtfully, "Well, it makes me feel different ; things. Important. Beautiful. Powerful. Ever since I started growing, ; I've felt wonderful, really, better than I have in my whole ; life. Stronger. More confident. I love the way people look at me ; now. Women want to be me. Men wish they could have me."

; ; "But, aren't men a little...intimidated by you? You're so big. And so ; beautiful. It must be a little disconcerti-."

; ; "They should be intimidated," she added forcefully, "I'm the most ; beautiful thing they'll ever lay eyes on, and I'm bigger and stronger ; than them all. They all feel nervous around me, but I know they like ; it." Her eyes were sparkling as her haughty smile widened.

; ; "W-what exactly do you mean?"

; ; "Oh, we don't have to play games anymore. Let's just admit it. Every ; man's secret fantasy is a woman like me. With a body like this. A big, ; big girl. One who can do what she wants with him. One who can pick him ; up like a child and hold him and coddle him and keep him warm and ; safe. And the thought that I can get even bigger is even more ; exciting. Don't you think so?"

; ; The interviewer swallowed audibly. "With what you're telling me, you ; seem to be building yourself into some sort of, well, sexually-charged ; mother-goddess. Your body seems to be developing into the ultimate ; object of both desire and nurturing, motherly love. Is that the role ; you want to play? Is that how you want to be seen?"

; ; "I think the two are really one in the same, when you look deep down ; into most men. And isn't that, when you really think about it, what ; every American male wants? A mother-goddess? To worship and adore." ; She was absolutely glowing with pride and self-satisfaction, and was ; becoming more radiant by the moment. "Don't you think that our ; society's obsession with breasts is just a thinly disguised desire for ; a mother's embrace? An urge to be back at mommy's bosom? A hunger for ; her warmth and her soft flesh?" She leaned ever so slightly towards ; the camera and pressed her breasts together with her elbows. "I think ; so. I think all every man secretly wants is to be back nursing at his ; mother's breast." The camera was pulling in closer to her, framing her ; chest and face.

; ; She was looking directly down into the lens now, addressing all those ; who would soon see her in her glory. "And I can be there for you ; all. You don't have to have any secrets from me. I have everything you ; want. You can look at me and think what it would be like." She ; approached the camera now, slowly, her face gradually disappearing off ; the top border of the screen. "What it would be like if I were holding ; you, so small, so little, so close to me." Her nipples were apparent ; through her dress as her breasts filled the frame completely. And ; still she drew nearer. "Let me do it. Come to me." The entirety of the ; view was filled with the image of one of her huge, heavy breasts, ; sheathed partially in tight white fabric and topped by a swollen ; nipple.

; ; "That's right, America," she cooed the camera lens met her breast like ; an infant, "come to mommy." Lovingly she rubbed her nipple across the ; lens, up and down, until she pressed her breast fully against it, ; bringing the screen to black.

; ; It was then that he came, gasping in surprise, into her hand. She had ; massaged him to orgasm as he watched her seduce a nation. His fluid ; sprayed into puddles on his bedclothes; she urged more and more from ; him with her firm grip until he was spent. ; ;
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XVII.

; ; She clapped her hands several times in the bed next to him and giggled ; like a schoolgirl. "Ta da! Don't you just love it? What do you think ; the world will think about me tomorrow?" She clicked off the power ; with the remote, stopping the tape, and turned to face him on the ; bed. "I can't wait to be famous. And then, baby, then the money comes ; rolling in." A part of her wanted him to be excited with her, but she ; saw the resignation in his face. And the desire the tape had stirred ; in him, now spilled out and gathered in small milky pools on the ; sheets. She was content with that, also. She knew, observing him, how ; others would react. They would be unable to resist looking at her, ; thinking about her. And that is exactly what she wanted.

; ; "Tell me how you're feeling, baby, tell me what that made you think ; about," she said with motherly concern, "I want to know." She looked ; deep into his evasive eyes, searching for his soul. She wanted to draw ; the shame from him, bring him further into her fold. Leaning over ; towards him, she tried futilely to catch his gaze with hers, but was ; satisfied as his eyes settled on her enormous bosom, swelling from her ; dress.

; ; "It w-was fine. And I f-feel fine, I g-guess," his words belied his ; hypnotized stare, "maybe a l-little tired." She inched closer to him ; and pushed her chest nearer with a deep breath. She knew his ; thoughts. He was a beaten man, and had resigned himself to her ; domination. He had little, if any, concerns about the outside ; world. She knew he wanted nothing more than to live the rest of his ; days in her warm comfort, enveloped in her flesh like a baby in the ; womb. That he had no will left was plain to see, his dependence on her ; was total. And she was more than willing to take him into her, ; eclipsing him into insignificance as she grew and grew

; ; "Oh, John. I know you don't feel fine. You feel weak, ashamed. You ; can't believe you've sunk so low, so helpless. But at the same time, ; you want to sink lower, to cling to your wife for dear life. But ; that's all right, baby. I know what you want. Cling to me. I can do ; it, I can do it all. You can become just a tiny little part of me."

; ; A tear crept down his cheek as he was beginning to weep gently. He had ; no secrets from her anymore. "That's what you want, baby, isn't it? To ; be so little? Hmm?" She put her finger under his chin, tilting it ; upward to look him in the face, "Hmm? So little?"

; ; "Y-yes," he sputtered.

; ; "So you can be a part of me." She brought his face down so he once ; again was staring into her bosom, and slipped her other fingers ; partially into her cleavage. "So you can fit right in here, where it's ; so warm and soft." Both her swollen breasts and her throbbing loins ; ached. Her womb yearned. "Mmm... Wouldn't that be nice? Surrounded by ; me, my heartbeat all around you. Do you want that?"

; ; "Y-yes, yes." Her nipples were swollen and seemed to call him ; silently. Her breasts surged, engorged with milk. He wanted to press ; himself into her, but could not. He must wait for her to take him, to ; bring his face to her great teat.

; ; She pulled her hand from between her breasts and brought it to the bed ; linens, where his fresh juices lay. Scooping and gathering them into ; her hand, she shuddered inwardly as her palm began to tingle. Before ; she began to absorb it, she spread the fluid, John's seed, onto her ; husband's face. Smearing it across his cheeks, over his closed ; eyelids, into his lips, it mingled with the slow stream of his ; tears. The taste of salt crept into his mouth.

; ; "I can do it for you. I can get so big, so big that you can lose ; yourself in me, so that you never need to find your way out." She took ; his head in her two hands and brought him closer to her chest, until ; her bosom completely filled his field of view. She looked at the top ; of his small head, dwarfed by her enormous breasts, and, in a cool ; tone, asked, "Do you want me to do that? Do you want me to get that ; big? So you can fit right in there?"

; ; "Y-yes, oh yes." He continued to weep, "So b-big. So big."

; ; "Yes, honey, so big. And you can be so small." She inched him closer ; to her. "I can make you so little. So little that you'll slide right ; into me. Like nothing." She drew his face, dripping with his own ; semen, closer and slipped it into her cleavage. She was surprised at ; how easily it was enveloped by her firm, rolling flesh, which began to ; drink in his juices. "You can be like nothing to me."

; ; He drew breaths from her with great, wracking sobs, savoring her skin ; against his and her motherly aroma alongside the briny scent of his ; fluid. All his sensations, his entire being, was centered on the feel ; of her breasts around his head. She pressed and squeezed them into ; him, pulling him in ever deeper as she began to grow around ; him.. Forcefully, rhythmically, she continued to enfold him, until his ; head was utterly lost in her cleavage. He nestled into her as she ; pulled down at her dress, the neckline lower, the straps off her arms, ; allowing him fuller access.

; ; Soon her swelling breasts were fully exposed, her dress gathered about ; her waist, as she now kneaded them with nearly crushing force into ; him. "There we are, how does that feel?" He had no chance of ; responding, his head buried between her massive breasts. His thoughts ; were of nothing but her body, all around him, growing ever bigger. He ; imagined it was all of him, not just his head, trapped within her ; bosom. The beat of her heart echoed in his ears, while his own felt ; faint in comparison, though kept with hers in perfect time. In exact ; synchrony. Hers growing ever stronger, his seeming to dwindle with ; each pulse. It was as if they were gradually becoming part of a single ; body: hers. He felt delirious with pleasure but newly terrified at the ; same time. She was slowly trying to absorb him.

; ; "Oh, baby, so soon. So soon you can be in me. All of you. And you can ; be so happy." He whimpered helplessly as she began to drag her breasts ; across his face, out from her cleavage and towards her large ; nipple. "You're going to be smaller." She brought his mouth to her and ; watched as he began to suck, "So much smaller." Her milk flowed freely ; into him, and they each felt his body respond, beginning to ; shrink. "Smaller. Smaller." He took her in swallow after swallow, ; absolutely heedless of his sense of self, relishing his diminution at ; her breast. "Smaller." Her words were hypnotic, mesmerizing him ; alongside her heart, which still beat in strong, perfect rhythm over ; his own. He enjoyed this tender, rapturous lullaby until his feeding ; concluded and he was taken by sleep. ; ;
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XVIII.

; ; Something was wrong. The sickness had grown suddenly worse. He was ; consumed by a fever that wracked his body and pulled him mercilessly ; from sleep countless times throughout the night. The lust in his belly ; had grown anew, and frightened him as it twisted and snarled like a ; vicious beast. Dreams, desire and reality commingled and fused into ; one living nightmare that swam about his bed and invaded his every ; thought. His feeble body was near its breaking point, shaking ; uncontrollably in fits and spasms as his skin crawled. Where was she? ; He needed her near him for comfort, to take away the pain. He called ; out in agony repeatedly in vain attempts to bring her to his side, but ; the hours passed in the darkness and the torture of his crippled soul ; continued.

; ; He was roused near dawn from a state of unconsciousness by the heavy ; weight of her warm, silky flesh against his face. Still in darkness, ; he saw nothing of her but the round, smooth shape of her huge breast ; suspended above him. Her face was lost in shadows, but the mass of her ; giant teat rubbed against his cheek, onto his lips, and into his ; mouth. Though he was still lost in a world hovering between sanity and ; delirium, he knew her breast meant comfort, solace and release. He ; took her nipple into his mouth and began to draw milk from her.

; ; All was silent; she did not speak to him in her usual way, but pushed ; her flesh more firmly into his face without a word. The familiar ; maternal aura surrounding her had a different vibration, stronger and ; more powerful - almost unearthly, inhuman. It consumed him and ; dominated him, seeping into his every pore. He was not sure whether or ; not he was dreaming, only that her milk served to relieve his ; suffering.

; ; Her strong hand cupped his head to draw him closer, raising him from ; his pillow. He was struck with a sense of vertigo, a dizziness not ; unlike the sensation of plummeting through the air. But he was not ; falling; he was changing. His body was shrinking at an alarming rate, ; faster than ever before. Further and further he dwindled as her nipple ; filled more and more of his mouth, her breast growing before him. His ; mind reeled in confusion and instinctual fear even as the pain and ; fever he felt previously were replaced by rapturous ; pleasure. Shrinking now brought wonderful physical joy to him, his ; flesh tingled and throbbed. What was different, what had changed?

; ; He felt her arm pass below his legs, under his bottom. He could feel ; himself growing smaller in her hands, her palm and fingers now nearly ; as wide as his hips. Gently she raised him off the bed, lifting him ; like a baby to her breast. Holding him silently, she gathered his body ; to her bare bosom and sat back. She cradled her husband in her arms ; like an infant, watching him nurse. While his mouth worked her nipple, ; his hips pressed into her other breast. He was now no bigger than a ; small baby, and luxuriated in the warmth of her motherly embrace. Her ; hands, her arms, her breasts were on all sides of him. Though tempered ; by a sliver of fear, he had never known peace this complete before in ; his life.

; ; While John's emotions raged, Julia remained unnaturally stoic. She ; regarded her tiny husband in her arms with detachment. He was hers, ; totally - mind, body and soul. She would care for him as he grew ; weaker and weaker, using him to build herself further towards ; divinity.

; ; For now she knew that was her destiny. When she woke hours earlier, ; she was in a transcendental state. Never before had the world seemed ; so clear, its mysteries plainly apparent. She could feel herself ; changing inwardly, evolving to a new state of being. The future, her ; potential, formed itself tangibly in her mind. She could be so much ; more than a celebrity. She could be a goddess. That is when she had ; gone to him, lying in his bed, writhing in sweat-drenched agony.

; ; Holding him to her, she smiled faintly as he rutted against her breast ; with his hips and orgasmed. Though he fell to sleep, sated, he grew ; smaller still in her arms. Or, rather, she had begun to grow again ; around him as his fluid passed into her breast and filled her with ; power. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to ascend. It was only ; a matter of time. ; ;
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XIX.

; ; "Mrs. Blake, I have the results of the blood sample you sent us this ; morning." The doctor's voice on the answering machine awoke John. "I ; need you to call me right away. The results are troubling and ; certainly very curious." He was once again on the couch, dwarfed now ; by the surrounding pillows and blankets and wrapped in swaddling ; clothes. "The virus has mutated again and become reinfective. We need ; to get back under quarantine. The viral load is up exponentially, this ; thing is out of control and raging through his bloodstream." John ; shuddered and felt the chill of fever and impending doom creep over ; him. He looked about the room as the message continued. He was living ; now in a world of giants, as he was no bigger than a toddler. The ; room, the furniture, everything was enormous in scale. And Julia was ; nowhere to be seen.

; ; "Another thing. Though I'm sure it's some type of lab error, the blood ; typing listed on this sample doesn't match John's. I'm going to have ; the lab run that again. Nonetheless, we need to get him back into the ; hospital under quarantine," the doctor's voice concluded, "call me ; when you get this message."

; ; That explained his recent change in health: the virus had surged again ; within him. It was shrinking him more quickly and poising itself for ; transmission to other hosts. Though he held little hope for his own ; recovery, he was comforted in small part by the fact that the virus ; would have little chance of spreading to others. He knew that Julia ; would never let him leave the house, let alone bring him back to the ; medical center.

; ; The cramps in his hands were paining him; as he inspected his fingers, ; he drew back in shock. They had become shorter, more fleshy, and had ; begun to lose their nails. The hair had fallen from his knuckles, his ; hands, indeed his entire arm! And was that an early webbing beginning ; to form between his digits? My god, he thought, what's happening to ; me? The mindless evil of this virus was changing his body in newly ; devious ways.

; ; It was then that he noticed the reading material she had left by his ; side, obviously for his perusal. Several advance copies of major ; fashion, entertainment, and men's interest magazines lay in a small ; pile, her image gracing the cover of each and every one. She beckoned ; the reader with a seductive pose and come-hither smile, drawing them ; in to open the pages and discover more about this phenomenon, this ; burgeoning giantess of unearthly beauty. She was about to ride the ; wave of a total media blitz.

; ; Inside the magazines were articles, interviews and pictorials, all ; crafted in rapt worship of her. Similar in tone and content to the ; video interview, she came across as the unwitting recipient of the ; fabulous ability to grow seemingly at will. Glossy layouts, all ; clothed, highlighted her immense size, generous curves and flawless ; beauty in photos both glamorous and artistic. The media, it seemed, ; had already crowned her the goddess-queen of all living sex symbols, ; foreseeing her success as an actress, model, whatever she wished. And ; they seemed all too willing to feed the public more and more. She ; realized, the articles read, that her growth was shaping her into what ; many would describe as the ideal object of lust. Her breasts were ; described, by various reporters, as "breathtaking", "monumental" and ; "legendary". She also knew the attraction to her body sprang deep from ; the male psyche, from the hidden desire to be back in the warmth of a ; mother's bosom. She was being portrayed as a highly sexual, maternal ; force with unknown potential, a role she embraced and wished to ; fortify.

; ; What worried John most, leafing through the magazines, was not her new ; fame. Rather, in all the articles, she hints at revealing the secret ; behind her growth at some time soon. Surely she wouldn't expose him to ; the public, would she?

; ; While he was growing more apprehensive by the moment, he also found ; himself staring at her photos in the magazines. She looked so perfect, ; so strong and voluptuous. She dwarfed the male models with whom she ; was paired, to demonstrate scale, in a few of the images. She ; straddled their small bodies, or held them to her breasts. They clung ; to her feet and gazed longingly up at her.

; ; He began to feel lightheaded, as if his brain was not receiving enough ; blood, and felt a growing pressure against his belly as he became more ; aroused. Something was not right, something felt different, throughout ; his loins. He was growing more dizzy. He unwrapped himself from his ; blankets, pulling them off his chest and from his hips, and reeled at ; the sight of himself. His member sprang skywards, released from ; confinement. It had grown huge, or rather he had shrunk around it. It ; had reached to his sternum while pressed against him, but now pointed ; upward to stare him in the face. What was becoming of him? His ; erection seemed to be an entity unto itself, less and less like his ; own body. It was like a huge, throbbing beast, stiff and menacing. He ; fainted dead away at the sight. ; ;
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XX.

; ; She interrupted him in the midst of a session of masturbation when she ; entered the house again, hours later. His mouth gaped as he ; concentrated on the cover of a fashion magazine adorned with her ; image, holding himself full in both hands and working his outsized ; member with all his strength. The cool look on her face brought his ; flagellations to a slow stroke. She was dressed in a tight white ; midriff sweater and tiny white denim shorts. Now at more than eight ; and a half feet tall, she towered over the surrounding furnishings. A ; detached air of indifference surrounded her as she approached him ; slowly with long, easy strides. The smooth golden skin of her endless ; legs rippled over the powerful muscles of her thighs and calves. Her ; flat stomach and narrow, wasp-like waist were taut and dark with tan.

; ; He made no effort to remove his grasp from his giant erection, and ; continued to slide both his hands up and down its length as he saw her ; come nearer, seeming to grow taller and taller with every step. He ; watched her heavy breasts bounce and quiver, filling the textured ; cotton of her sweater with their plushness. Her broad shoulders ; supported a swanlike neck, its tendons outlined elegantly against her ; throat. His eyes goggled at her body, while his mind and soul roiled ; in fear, lust and hunger.

; ; Her glossy lips, painted and moist, parted as she lowered her weight ; to sit aside him. The springs and frame of the sofa groaned in ; complaint. Behind her heavy lids, eyes that glowed a silvery blue were ; shimmering wells, liquid windows to an alien place. Her countenance ; was cold and austere; she appeared to be in a nearly trancelike state, ; aware of another world as well as our own.

; ; Her pearly teeth sparkled from behind her lips as a languid smile ; spread across her face. She ran one huge hand over him, petting and ; stroking him as one would a small animal. Using a single finger to ; push his hands away from his member, her hand settled across his ; midsection, more than covering its entire width. She passed her palm ; several times over his stiff flesh, pressing its length into his belly ; and chest. Feeble moans and whimpers came from his throat as deep ; sensations, almost electric in their intensity, shook through him.

; ; She leaned over to allow him to see her beautiful face beyond her ; gigantic chest. She wanted him to be able to look into the eyes of his ; giant wife, his enormous mother, his mighty queen as she dwarfed ; him. Her cold, unforgiving gaze seduced him with an unholy ease, ; flowing and undulating like quicksilver in a molten dance. He was ; hypnotized quickly, drawn into the deep pools of her eyes. She knew ; his thoughts as if they were her own. He was terrified of her, but in ; utter dependence and absolute worship.

; ; Almost in test of her power over him, she began to press down upon his ; body. His entire trunk was nearly covered by the expanse of her ; hand. Eyes still entrapped by hers, he felt his huge member press ; painfully into his gut, his back deep into the cushion below. Slowly, ; she applied more pressure, watching his face with interest as his lids ; widened in fear. More and more she pressed. She could feel the ; quickening of his tiny heartbeat, deep below his fragile ribs. He was ; struggling to breathe now, tears brimming around his eyes. She cocked ; her head in curiosity as she wondered how much it would take to crush ; him; with no effort at all she had him nearly asphyxiated. She was ; fascinated with the look of abject terror on his face. She pushed down ; a bit further, letting him taste the pain she could bring. Her once ; dominant husband, now entirely at her mercy.

; ; Accepting the submission in his eyes and their silent pleas for ; release, she withdrew her hand. He gasped and sputtered for breath as ; his color returned to normal, though his gaze was still locked under ; her control. As he fell deeper into the infinite depths of her eyes, ; he felt more and more a part of her, as if she was drawing him inside ; to her darkest core and erasing him bit by bit.

; ; Her two hands slipped beneath him, lifting his body easily and placing ; him across her lap. He was not much taller than the thickness of her ; two thighs, and was supported fully. His gaze fell from hers as she ; drew back to pull off her sweater. Unbound and unhampered by a bra, ; her bountiful breasts heaved and flowed forwards, hanging above him ; majestically.

; ; He heard her voice in his head as much as in his ears. It had taken on ; new quality, deep and resonant while at the same time clear and ; musical. "Your body is so tiny." As if in emphasis, almost in ; comparison, she lowered her breasts towards him. Each was now more ; massive than his entire body. What was happening? John blinked several ; times in disbelief, but he could actually see her breasts pulsating ; slowly, calling him to her as their nipples swelled. Again, her voice ; in his head. "Can you see? Can you see how small you are next to me?" ; What had she become? She was superhuman, almost supernatural.

; ; With one hand she raised him slightly from her lap; with the other she ; lovingly lifted a monumental breast and placed it upon him. He ; struggled to accept its heavy weight as she steadied him, bringing him ; further into her. Despite the crushing, smothering force of her bosom, ; like a blind, nursing pup his mouth vainly sought out her nipple. He ; heard her thoughts aloud "You are so close to death here, John, so ; close to being crushed. But you don't fight for escape, you don't ; scream for help. You look for my milk. You look for my love. Why? When ; I could squash you in an instant, Why?"

; ; She drew him in nearer, raising him higher, now holding him like an ; infant and pressing his head deep into her softness. "Look at ; yourself, John. You are a parasite. Like an insect, a leech, sucking ; and sucking on me for dear life. You feed off of me for milk, for ; love, for everything. You would die without me. You are nothing ; without me." She moved his face closer to her nipple and drew him back ; so he could look at its giant, engorged tip. "Take my milk now. Latch ; onto me and feed. I will fill you."

; ; Shifting her breast towards him, she slid her nipple between his ; waiting lips. It nearly filled his mouth now, and dumped great flows ; of milk down his throat as he suckled. Whatever anxiety he had was ; soon covered by the warm blanket of her motherly comfort. He forgot ; his fear and allowed himself to be soothed by her soft flesh, her warm ; milk and maternal voice. He nestled into her. "Good baby. Goooood ; baby. Drink it all down." He soon felt himself shrinking at her bosom, ; in her hands, as the milk worked its way into him. "Doesn't that feel ; nice? Doesn't it feel so good to drift away? Getting smaller and ; smaller up against my breast." He could feel his body dwindling in ; comparison to the heft of her flesh pressed to him, sense himself ; occupying less and less of her embrace.

; ; Her milk tasted like the sweetest, most precious nectar, warm and ; creamy and alive. As if to demonstrate to him how quickly he was ; diminishing, she shifted him in her arms, now using a single hand to ; hold him to her breast. The other hand caressed him, stroked the hair ; on his tiny head. "Can you feel that, baby? I'm holding you with one ; hand now," she squeezed and pushed her flesh into him, massaging him ; into her and rubbing wide expanses of her skin across his. And still ; he shrank, though slower now that his hunger was dying. "You can fit ; in one of my hands. One of my hands." She gently removed him from her ; nipple to look at him. With him lying on his back, she cradled him ; fully with her fingers, palm and wrist of a single hand. The outsized ; erection that rose to his chest was stiff and quivering.

; ; His little eyes were open and gazed pleadingly, in mute adoration, at ; her huge face above him. She was surrounded by a visible aura of ; brilliant splendor, like a radiant deity. His naked body squirmed in ; her hand as she beamed down a motherly, beatific smile. It lit his ; world like sunshine. "My, you are such a little, little man." He could ; feel her rise from the couch and begin to walk across the floor, ; carrying him with no effort. She cooed soft, sweet nothings to him ; along the way, "My darling little husband. My teeny baby."

; ; "And mommy loves you. She loves her little baby," she had stopped in ; her travels at the end of the giant bed, which was a dizzying drop ; below him, "oh yes she does." Grasping him tenderly with one hand, she ; brought him up close to her gorgeous face, which to him was nearly the ; size of a billboard. Her fingers wrapped almost totally around his ; chest; his legs dangled. He was looking straight ahead at her huge, ; luscious lips, mesmerized by their titillating gleam, their voluptuous ; dance. "She wants to cover him with kisses," her giant pearly teeth ; bedazzled him with a toothsome grin as she brought him closer, "she ; wants to see how sweet he tastes." Her hot, flowery breath wafted ; around him. Nearer. She pursed her lips and he watched her form ; enormous, luxurious kisses before him. She blew them towards ; him. Closer. Gleaming, shimmering, moist flesh filled his vision and ; undulated sensuously. She displayed her opulent lips to him, wanted ; him to absorb their immense scale, to acknowledge the brute, wanton ; power of her mouth. Closer. She whispered to him. "Come here, baby."

; ; His face was showered by a series of light, plush kisses. Big, ; ethereal brushes of gossamer. Her pillowy lips began to cover him in ; creamy lipstick as her attentions became more eager. Soon he was ; painted, coated in smears of red. The moist, profuse caresses of her ; lips enveloped his mouth, his chin, his cheeks. They blanketed his ; eyes. She sucked gently on his face, taking delight in running her ; wet, velvet lips over him indulgently. His head was held by their firm ; grasp. She passed the rough tip of her tongue playfully across his ; face. Her soft, maternal sighs echoed around him as she pressed her ; lips into him, beginning to envelop him more and more.

; ; There, with his head surrounded by her lips, he could hear her ; thoughts once again. Mmmm...so nice. So nice and warm in there. She ; sucked more firmly on him, licking his face further. My kisses are so ; big. My mouth is so huge. She parted her lips slightly, allowing him ; to look into her tremendous orifice, shining and wet. Her white teeth ; sparkled ominously. She drew in a great breath. You taste so good. Her ; exhale washed over him. So sweet, my little husband. She kissed him ; again, wetly, grabbing his head with her lips. My little John.

; ; Her lush mouth opened wider and took him in. His face slid smoothly ; through her lips as she sucked him into her. His entire head. To his ; neck he was enveloped by her hot, wet flesh. Her tongue lolled and ; rolled over his face in the darkness, coating him with her warm ; saliva. She growled with pleasure, filling his ears with thunder, as ; her teeth came to rest on either side of his neck. Feel that, baby? ; She pressed gently down on his throat. Feel what I can do? She sucked ; on his head, massaging it roughly with her tongue. She opened her ; mouth wider, pushing her tongue below him, across his chest. It rubbed ; up against his engorged shaft, electrifying his senses further. He ; grappled feebly with her plush lips, her muscular tongue as they toyed ; with him. Even as he struggled, he pushed his member against her ; tongue's coarse wetness, seeking release. Though filled with unbridled ; fear, his lust drove him onwards, pushing him to drive further into ; her.

; ; Feeling that, she exalted in her own power. You want it? You want to ; feel more? Her tongue and lips danced over him as she slowly drew him ; from her mouth, his head dripping and moist. She brought him up so he ; could look deeply into her wide, sparkling eyes. Her grin was ; triumphant. You want to feel me all around you? Her lips did not move; ; no sound passed her throat. She made him hear her thoughts. His ; vacuous eyes rolled in delirium while hers regarded him with ; unblinking, demonic fascination. Her gaze was steely and unbending, ; forcing her mind into his as it encompassed him. To feel yourself ; slide deeper and deeper in. My lips around you. To feel me swallow ; you. Whole.

; ; Still holding him near her face, she crawled onto the bed, sliding ; forwards on all fours. Her smile was mischievous, fiendish. She placed ; him gently on the mattress, his erection risen like thick pole, a ; banner to her rule and dominion. As she drew back, he was awestruck by ; her monumental form. Titanic breasts, gargantuan knees, mammoth ; thighs. Round, bare, tremendous hips. She had removed her shorts and ; tore her panties away. She was a colossus, bathing in his reverence ; and fear.

; ; I want you inside me. She looked down on him from afar. I want all of ; you inside me. She brought her hands down, encasing his member with ; one and pressing down on his chest with the other. In a panic of ; self-preservation, he tried to pull himself away. He was unable to get ; free. She had him pinned to the bed beneath.

; ; Get ready for me, John. She rose and moved her hips toward him. Get ; ready for all of me. Her face became obscured by her towering ; body. I'm going to rape you. ; ;
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XXI.

; ; She had him. She had him in every way. And now she was going to show ; him just what she could do to him. The full extent of her domination, ; taking him totally. He had shrunk to the size of a plaything to her, ; and was an abject slave gagged and bound by his own lust. She was a ; titanic force against which he had no defense. Her authority bulged in ; her chest as she lifted him off the mattress and positioned him. She ; sat on her muscled haunches, spread slightly, as she angled his member ; towards her. His body hung limply in surrender from its base, his eyes ; swam in the bewildered disbelief of a deep horror. Though huge and ; out-of-scale on his body, his manhood was small and humble between her ; legs. Pitiful.

; ; "Look at me, John." She supported his head with two fingers as it ; lolled back and gazed up at her with its small eyes. "Look at your ; wife above you, so huge. So incredibly huge." She loved the look on ; his face, the terror in his eyes. Her feelings of power burgeoned and ; swelled by the instant. "You can't believe it, can you? Your tiny mind ; can't comprehend her. Can't understand how gigantic she is." He seemed ; to diminish, shrink in significance before her eyes as she spoke to ; him. "And you're afraid, baby. Deathly afraid of her. Afraid of what ; she can do to you." She drew him in closer to her loins and tilted his ; head forward on its neck. "Look at me." He was confronted by her firm ; lower belly and, below that, her awaiting womanhood. She dripped in ; anticipation. The imposing muscles of her abdomen and thighs flexed ; and rippled powerfully.

; ; "I could break you, John. I could eat you. I could kill you in so many ; ways," her grip tightened as he writhed in impotent fear, "but ; instead, I'm going to fuck you. Hard. I'm going to fuck your puny ; little body to a ragged pulp. I'm going to rape you, baby, rape you of ; everything you ever were, make you mine." She was on a high, and ; soaring higher. "Now, baby, come to mommy."

; ; With that she slid him in, cupping his body in her hands and driving ; it forward forcefully into the flesh of her stomach. His member sank ; easily to its base, filling so little of her. Yet they were both ; immediately consumed with ecstasy. Suddenly they were closer than ever ; to their ultimate end. Joined together like this, the world fell into ; place. Like part of a single body, intimately tied in unfathomable ; joy. He thought of nothing but his love for her. She was transcendent.

; ; And then he felt it. She began to tighten around him. Her muscular ; walls contracted about his dwarfed manhood until they hugged him ; firmly. He rubbed his face against her smooth belly and luxuriated in ; her warmth, gathering her aroma. She grasped his hips in her hand and ; drew them back, sliding him moistly through her velvet channel. His ; tip remained inside. And then he felt it again. Her vagina clasped and ; slowly pulled him back in again, massaging him along the way ; sensuously. Back to his base he was drawn. And still she tugged on ; him, as if she wanted more of him, as if she wanted him deeper. At ; that point, he would have liked nothing more. The feel of her wetness ; around him, her hands covering his body, his face against her ; skin. Never before had he been so completely surrounded by her warm ; comfort. And something inside her called for him. Wanted him within ; her. He was at the gateway, so close to heaven.

; ; She pulled his shaft outwards again, holding his body in her hands. As ; her womanhood sought him once more, yanking him forwards, her hands ; helped to push him in. Though he was lost in pleasure, he was aware ; that her affections were becoming slowly more physical. In and out he ; slid, over and over. She began to talk softly to him, cooing with ; condescension. "How do you like this, little one? Am I good? Am I good ; in bed, still?" Holding him to her with one hand, she rose on her ; knees and dropped onto her other elbow. He was now horizontal, still ; pressed to her belly. She gradually began to lower her hips to the ; mattress. "Isn't this nice? Isn't this so good?" Her thrusting ; continued.

; ; "Do you remember the last time we did this in this room? So long ago? ; You were much bigger then, but you liked it the same way. You always ; liked me on top, so you could watch me. So you could look at my ; body. So you could tell me how beautiful I was. So I could rub my big ; breasts in your face. Oh, how you liked that. Do you remember? Hmm? I ; do. I remember you lying back, letting me make you feel good. Letting ; me take care of you. Looking at me. Feeling me slide all over you, on ; top of you. Well, John, look at me now. Feel me now."

; ; Her hips bore massively down on him. Still in her grasp, he had been ; brought the mattress. She held him there, under her, as she slid up ; and down his shaft. Her body blotted out all light. He was in darkness ; as she pumped and ground her way through him. More and more vigorous ; her motions became, as she pressed him heavily into the cushion ; below. Voluptuous softness was all around him, but threatened to crush ; him with each passing second.

; ; "Is this good, little one? Is this the way you always wanted it? Hmm? ; Yes. I know it is. Can you feel me all around you? I'm so big. So ; tight. So wet." He moaned and sighed each time she thrust down on ; him. He was beginning to lose himself, his grasp of his body. All his ; sensations were gradually centering themselves around his erection. It ; was becoming the core of his being. His vision faded, the outside ; world collapsed to a dull hum in his ears. With each stroke, he felt ; like more and more of his entire self was being drawn into her, ; sliding through her warm, wet embrace. Up and into her tunnel. It was ; blissful beyond belief, he was quivering with delight.

; ; Does baby feel good? Her silent words washed over him, from her close, ; hot flesh into his mind. Does mommy feel nice all around him? Come ; deeper, little man. Come farther into me. Come back into mommy. She ; read his thoughts. They were so simple, so plain. He wanted it, ; too. He was giving himself to her. Oh, so soon, baby, so soon we can ; be together forever. I'll have you for good. She just needed a little ; more from him. And he was so close now.

; ; With one last stroke, she ceased humping his tiny body into the ; mattress. She lay on top of him silently, his shaft driven to its base ; into her, her mass all around him. He was aware of nothing beyond his ; penis. For the moment his consciousness had become totally, utterly ; entrenched in his erection. She sensed him in there. The rest of his ; body was nothing but a husk. Her husband was now entirely just an ; organ. And he was encased, entombed by her firm, wet, velvety ; vagina. Buried within her. So close, he was, to climax, that she could ; feel his fluid churning, his every fiber stiffening.

; ; She wanted to finish him this way. Slowly, consciously, she worked the ; muscles along her inner wall. She pressed on him. She massaged ; him. More and more firmly she labored, bringing herself in powerful ; waves over him. Rhythmically she began at his base and drew her flesh ; up his shaft. She felt him begin to shudder and quake. Redoubling her ; efforts, she squeezed him, harder and harder. Until he burst.

; ; He gushed and belched streams of hot fluid into her. He felt as if he ; had exploded, opening up completely and pouring his very essence into ; her. His innards, his blood, his soul. Take it, he thought, take it ; all.

; ; That's right, baby. Give it to me. Help me grow. For you, for ; us. Suddenly, she was electrified. Unlike ever before, his juices shot ; directly to her core and gripped her in orgasmic rapture. The heavens ; shook as she raised herself on her arms and tossed her head back in a ; scream. His consciousness was slowly ebbing back into his body, his ; vision returning to allow him to observe this earth-moving spectacle.

; ; His head was just barely clear of the point where her waist rose from ; the mattress. Lying on his back below her, he craned his neck back to ; catch a glimpse of her further ascension. It was like a celestial ; event. Energy crackled and hummed over her skin like fine bolts of ; white lightning. Her hair swept upwards in an ethereal breeze. Her jaw ; dropped a moment before a great, hedonic smile spread across her ; face. Her teeth gleamed. Her eyes shot open and shone like supernovas.

; ; And she began to grow. Up and up above him she swelled. While his view ; of her was mostly obscured by her trunk, he watched her breasts. The ; expanding, heaving mountains of soft flesh pushed to greater and ; greater limits. He began to feel smaller than ever before. Her hips ; around him were widening, her legs lengthening. Her shoulders became ; more powerful and the mane of golden hair about them thicker and more ; radiant.

; ; Her first breath was a gasp. And then a laugh. A short, incredulous ; titter, followed by a moment of silence. And then it began again. A ; long, rolling stream of drunken celebration. Laughter to fill the ; room, to fill the skies. She was ecstatic. She sat back on her knees, ; drawing herself from his spent member, and laughed, her eyes ; heavenward. Hands on her thighs, she shook with rejoice.

; ; Once more, he was terrified. What had she become this time? Her ; evolution had continued, the virus had brought her again to greater ; heights. Less and less human, more and more divine. She was now more ; than ten feet tall, while he, spread-eagle on bed before her, was now ; measured in inches.

; ; Her roaring mirth, rising at times to great shrieks, began to sound ; like that of some mad god. What threads were left of her sanity had ; snapped. He cracked under his fright and began to shake.

; ; Suddenly she stopped. She smelled his fear, recalling his presence, ; and shot her gaze down to him. Her smile was gone. The irises of her ; eyes were lustrous, iridescent pools of swimming platinum, their ; whites pure and luminous. She cocked her head in curiosity, examining ; his puny form. He twitched and squirmed in spasm. Paralyzed by ; fear. He felt like a tiny, feeble mouse under the eye of a huge, ; deadly beast of prey. Unpredictable and capable of instantaneous, ; brutal violence.

; ; Her lips curled to a smirk. Her eyes glimmered. A carnivorous grin ; sprang to life. Wide and insane. And then the laughing resumed. Low ; chuckles at first, but quickly building to a full, wicked ; crescendo. She was possessed, depraved and malign.

; ; She took her palms from her knees, and reached forwards to him. Her ; hands were enormous as they approached. She paused, for a moment, in ; her laughter to speak to him. "Come here, little one," her tone was ; unpleasant, "we have so much more to do." ; ; End ; ;