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Re: When The Peaches Fell

Post by CKent45 » Mon Dec 14, 2020 6:00 pm

Knightstable wrote:
Tue Dec 08, 2020 2:34 am
He may be getting used but I’d still kill to be in his position! I’m exited to learn more about Shandra too. Can’t wait to read more, thanks again for sharing.
Wouldn't we all? Kind of feels like that Offspring song,
"Now I know I'm being used
That's okay, man, 'cause I like the abuse
I know she's playing with me
That's okay 'cause I've got no self-esteem"

At least it keeps things interesting, right?
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Re: When The Peaches Fell

Post by CKent45 » Mon Dec 14, 2020 7:01 pm

The next morning was a continuation from the previous evening. I was conflicted about all the same issues I already mentioned and a night’s sleep didn’t really help me clear my mind that much. I focused mostly on class in the morning, choosing to skip breakfast because I wanted to sleep in as much as I could.

Once class was over, I headed immediately out to meet Shandra, wondering why she chose such a clandestine location. I was at least a couple minutes late as I walked down by the loading docks and looked around with no sign of the missing Amazonian goddess. I stood around and looked, but saw no sign and after waiting a bit, wondered if she’d stood me up. Just to be sure, I decided to step onto a nearby walking path and scouted around the immediate area until I heard a whisper.

“Hey,” she called out coyly to me. I couldn’t help but smile and turned only to see a tall figure mostly obscured behind a row of evergreen bushes.

“What is this? A spy movie?” I asked her, trying to match the wit I’d chanced upon the other day.

“Just come here, will you?” she asked, giggling at me. I stepped up to the bushes and she reached out and grabbed my hands, pulling me through to a small clearing that mostly hid us from passers by and before I knew it, I was staring directly into the eyes of my fantasy woman once again, nearly nose to nose and both of us grinning at each other like giddy school children.

“Sooo..” I mostly mumbled, looking for something witty to say. I guess she wasn’t mad at me, but I was still wondering why the massive mood shifts.

“Yeah, I won’t put it off, I just really wanted to see you,” she grinned at me. There was no way she was faking this level of enthusiasm. A second later, she tugged on my hands and pulled on me, and I stepped forward so that we were now very much nose to nose, though I wasn’t sure if she was waiting for a kiss or not. “I really shouldn’t have kissed you on a first date,” she told me coyly, still grinning ear to ear.

“I’m not complaining,” I answered back softly.

“But you wanted to take things slowly,” she teased me.

“I think I can handle a kiss,” I told her. “As long as you don’t keep making my heart skip a beat.”

Her eyes lit up hearing me say this and she even swallowed a little as I watched her eyes almost literally sparkle while I’m pretty sure I turned a shade of pink having blurted out something I’d not intended to.

“I make your heart skip a beat?” she asked coyly.

“You couldn’t tell?” I asked back. Our lips were edging closer and closer to each other. Our breaths were mixing and I could taste the spearmint gun she’d been chewing on while feeling the heat from her lips.

“I didn’t mean to snub you yesterday. I know I snubbed you, but I basically didn’t have a choice,” she told me. The electricity was so palpable, and I think it was contagious. “I’m sorry about that. I figured you were doing the typical guy thing of making me wait a few days before messaging me.”

“No. The other day was too fun. I wanted to get back to you right away, I just got pulled into other issues before I had a chance to catch my breath.”

“Are you saying I left you out of breath?”

I figured why not go for broke. It was chilly out, but I tended to run hot and my jacket and sweatshirt was open, so I leaned forward and pressed my chest against hers. “Let me ask you a question. Can you feel how hard my heart is pounding right now?” She laughed pretty honestly and this time I could sense that she was definitely angling for a kiss. I decided to dance around her lips a little and tease her, narrowly avoiding the desired contact, which just seemed to excite her even more.

“Yeah, I can feel your heart pounding,” she finally answered after giving up on chasing my lips and giggling at me. I rewarded her with a soft kiss on her lips and she leaned harder against me and reciprocated, but then pulled back again, grinning. “So are you telling me that I’m causing your heart to pound so hard?”

“What else could be doing it?” I asked her back.

“I dunno. I thought maybe getting here this fast right after class might have left you a little worked up.”

My Spidey senses tingled again based not just on what she said but the way she said it, and this time I was sure it wasn’t paranoia. I looked at her more seriously. Why did she know the location and time of my Tuesday morning classes? Her smile now seemed to be more knowing and she leaned in for another kiss, though I was a little more hesitant. Rather than wait for me to give in this time, though, she stole it from me and squeezed my hands, which were down at our sides. The familiar feelings of conflict returned again, though she felt so good, I couldn’t help but get lost in the embrace. I also felt a little guilty because it reminded me very much of an experience I’d had with Tina back in high school. Shandra didn’t stop until she was satisfied and she grinned back at me, her eyes still sparkling.

“Okay, so I am going to make you a promise,” she told me flat out.

“That’s nice, but maybe first I thought you could…”

“Just give me one second,” she interrupted. “I’ve got a really good feeling about you,” she praised me and leaned a little more into me. “I was a little cold,” she admitted. She didn’t seem to be stalling for time, she just seemed really distracted and overly excited. Knowing my class schedule like that made me a little nervous. We’d only actually just met a couple days ago and never talked about mundane things like this. “So my promise,” she continued, still grinning at me, and her eyes sparkling. “I am going to tell you everything. I mean everything.” I liked this, because now I had questions. “But I can’t do it all at once. I need you to be patient with me and let me do it on my schedule. I know it’s not fair, but this is how I need it to be.”

“And if I need to know something right now?”

“If I can share it, I will. Otherwise, I need you to just accept it will have to be later. But even if I have to write it down, I promise I’ll come back to it.”

“It seems like you know my class schedule.”

“Yes,” she answered in a forthright manner, though she still smiled.

“Have you been stalking me?” I asked her. It seemed ludicrous, since she was WAY out of my league. If I hadn’t mentioned, she wasn’t just a top tier athlete at a division one school; her dad was a very wealthy man himself and a former player with the Dallas Cowboys. I wasn’t trying to look a gift horse in the mouth, but my Spidey sense were a’tinglin’

“Sort of,” she admitted readily. I was shocked. “Like, no, I haven’t been looking in your window at night or hacking your email or anything like that. I’ve just… okay, I will just say it. I’ve been trying to meet you for at least a month and a half.”

“That makes absolutely no sense,” I told her flatly. “I’m nobody. I’m just a science nerd, I’m not wealthy, I’m not a quasi celebrity like you, and definitely not like your family; I’m nothing. I’m not even that good looking. Hell, I’m just a sophomore and you are a senior.”

“I like that you’re not completely freaking out right now or worse, getting a huge ego over it,” she teased me.

“I’m being serious.”

“So am I. Like I told you, I saw you around campus, but… well I’ll get back to that in a minute. You were hard to corner though. You’re always dashing around and you don’t even live on campus, which is weird for most sophomores.”

“I needed to get an exception,” I answered her.

“The point is, and this is the short answer: I wanted to meet you, but you were tough to get hold of, so I had to do some detective work and finally found you at that coffee shop. I couldn’t really do it on campus anyways.”

“But you wanted me to make the first move.”

“I wanted to see if you’d be interested in me too.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” I asked her.

“Because I’m a fucking giant, Brendan,” she teased, laughing at me. “Most guys are intimidated like hell by me.”

“Well, I’m not intimidated, but I’m really confused. I don’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth, but you’re out of my league.”

“That league actually sucks. They’re not as good as you make them out to be. So anyways, yes, I saw you on campus, I wanted to meet you, so I had to do some sleuthing to find you and then I just wanted to see if you’d be interested in me, and not intimidated. That’s the short version, but that’s pretty much it in a nutshell.”

“What’s the long version like?”

“That I’ll tell you when the time is right. But it’s the truth. I promise. I’m not trying to hide things; I just have to be picky about how fast I share things. But I was honest, right? Doesn’t that count for anything?”

“I kind of thought you’d written me off when you didn’t respond to me when I texted.”

“Ah. That. Yeah, that fits in with the other part,” she told me. “Okay, I texted you as soon as I saw it.” I wagged my head, but okay, I guess. Sometimes people miss notifications, sure. I was surprised when I saw she wasn’t finished. “So I wasn’t ignoring you, it’s just that I have a separate cell phone that I keep in my room.”

“You live on campus?” I asked her.

“All the women athletes do. So, that brings me back to why I snubbed you. I’m really sorry. But anyways, we had our escorts with us. One of the girls I was walking with, she knows about you. But here’s the thing: being on the volleyball team means I’m not allowed to date.”

I was completely taken aback. “What?”

“Yes. We have strict schedules and curfews and everything. They reorganized a whole dorm to accommodate what’s left of the women’s teams. Getting caught means I lose my scholarships, get kicked off the team and probably out of school too.”

I was flabbergasted and it took me a minute to get any kind of idea of how to respond. “Why?” I asked her, still utterly dumbfounded.

“Because we’re shrinking,” she answered point blank. Again I was surprised. It was still such a tightly controlled subject. “It’s not a surprise. You’ve probably even seen women when they have a shrinking spurt.”

“Well, yeah, but it’s like forbidden to talk about.”

“Exactly. Okay, so we’re all shrinking. I mean even the women who haven’t had a spurt yet; it’s just a matter of time. So, long story short? When a bunch of girls had spurts at practice or worse yet in a match or a game or whatever? The school completely freaked. They rounded up all of us athletes, put us in a dorm together and we have strict rules of when we’re allowed to go out, and it’s basically like being at a women’s boarding school in the 1930’s. They monitor our heartbeats and biometrics and every day run tests on us to try to catch a spurt before it happens and they do everything in their power to stop any further spurts. They’re pretty good at it too. We haven’t had a single spurt in any of the programs since last spring.”

“But why? How is this even remotely acceptable?”

“Because money. D-1 programs bring in a lot of money and they have big donors chipping in to make a statement now that we’re in the middle of the Smurfening.” Once again I was taken aback. She was using the word I was told I wasn’t supposed to repeat, at least not in public.

“So that’s it. I have not been able to stop thinking about you since we kissed the other day, but I can’t get caught. No boys. Absolutely no boys. It’s against the rules. That’s why I have to hold onto stuff until I’m able to share it. I don’t enjoy keeping it from you, but that’s why.”

“What if one of the athletes is into girls?”

“All of the lesbians have already been kicked out of the programs,” she informed me as though it were casual knowledge. “Well, maybe not all, but if there are any left they know to stay very deep in the closet. No sex. Absolutely no sex. Not for any of us. At least not if we want to keep our scholarships and school.

“This is all very…”

“Ridiculous? Unbelievable?” she quizzed me.

“Well, I mean we do live in a clown world where every single woman on the planet is slowly shrinking and no one actually acknowledges it,” I admitted to her.

“I want to tell you everything, but it has to wait. And I’m kind of out of time. So? Still interested? Because I have a really good feeling about you.”

“A clandestine dating game with a captive goddess athlete wasn’t quite what I’d fantasized about when I met you.”

“I understand if you want to say no,” she told me.

“I was always told never, ever to ask this,” I cautioned her. She braced herself but nodded in approval. “So, when can I see you again?” She grinned ear to ear and the very tip of her nose touched mine, her eyes sparkling once again. I took my cue and kissed her and she breathed in heavily like I’d just offered her the first air she’d breathed in months.

“So… sorry for stalking you, but I have your address already,” she warned me, blushing heavily. “Not your apartment, though.”

“Two twenty seven,” I informed her.

“I should be able to sneak out tomorrow night after practice,” she told me.

“And go to my place?” I asked her.

“We’re still taking it slow?” she asked me.

“I really think we should.”

“That is why I have a good feeling about you,” she teased me, tapping her fingertip on my chest. “I’m really excited though,” she informed me with a massive grin. “I haven’t actually dated in forever!”

“So… your body guards?”

“Yeah, any time you see me on campus, I’m just gonna have to snub you. I’m sorry. Trust me, it’s really hard because… you make my heart skip a beat too.”

“Because I’m so handsome and successful?”

“Because you’re so sweet and FUN! Life absolutely sucks like this. I just need you to play along with this.”

“Until the end of your season?”

“We’ll see. But for now, I really, really need you to play along. I will tell you everything, I promise. But it will just have to wait a while. So I need you to promise me this.”

“Done. I’ll have a nice date lined up for you tomorrow night.”

“Deal,” she agreed with a massive grin and then kissed me. Then she laughed at me and rested her head on my shoulder.

“What?” I asked her, wanting to be let in on the joke.

“I’ve never dated a white guy before,” she laughed.

“I will try to make up for the lack of prowess down below,” I teased her.

“Yeah, that’s a myth,” she laughed at me. “It’s just… different. What about you? How do you feel about dating a black woman?”

“All I see is a goddess standing before me,” I told her. She laughed and laughed at this and squeezed me tightly.

“Oh, it’s been so long,” she confided, as she seemed to melt as I wrapped my arms around her. I guess the last few years had been lonely indeed. “So I take it you’re going to act all chivalrous and gentlemanly?”

“I’m going to try. Does that not work for you?”

“Will it be fun? You know, like that date we had?”

“I’ll certainly give it my best to make it so,” I promised.

“Deal!” she chirped and then looked up at me, inviting another kiss. This one was particularly long and she even opened her mouth, inviting my tongue in. When our tongues met, she chirped a little with surprise, giggled and then even moaned a little, which told me I’d done my job correctly. I was satisfied. She held on to me, and the entire thing seemed to border on making out as she grabbed me repeatedly, pulling me toward her. After a couple minutes, she broke away reluctantly and I grinned, seeing her catch her breath. “You’re gonna make this very hard on me, aren’t you?”

“Seems only fair,” I teased her back.

“Okay, I’m really out of time now. I’ve gotta run. But I really wanna see you tomorrow night.” She seemed to be practically floating now. She offered me another kiss and then left, practically leaping out of the small clearing we were in before stepping onto the walking path and adjusted her hair while also changing her demeanor to one very much like the aloof expression she’d shown me the day before.

This was certainly going to be interesting.
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Re: When The Peaches Fell

Post by CKent45 » Wed Dec 16, 2020 2:27 am

The rest of the day was dare I say, normal. Classes, studying in the library, office hours with Dr. Jurek and we had lunch together there as well. This time I ordered the sandwiches. “Have you thought about what we talked about?” she asked me.

“You mean with the girls?” She nodded to me and I collected my thoughts. “I’ve been trying to narrow down to one, because the way things are is really stressful. But the drama got out of hand yesterday and I’m on a timeout,” I told her.

“They put you on a timeout?” she asked me, shocked. “What did you do?”

“Honestly? I think it’s more about them. I don’t know everything, but I can tell you there are jealousy issues. I’m actually kind of pissed that they put me on a time out. I’m wondering if I would be better off without any of this.”

“Be careful what you wish for, Brendan. The dating scene is a pretty desolate landscape. You can’t just go out and find another woman the way things are. Especially not on campus.”

“What if… there was someone who said she was interested… and she’s a student too?”

“You did not! How?!?!?” she asked, utterly shocked. “FOUR women?”

“It’s not really anything yet. We just admitted we really like each other. I told her we could spend some time together. Maybe take it slowly. You know, like normal people used to do?”

“And these other women?” Dr. Jurek asked me, curious about my response.

“It’s a lot of stress. There’s one that I’d rather have more than the others. I mean, I feel really strongly for her. Almost as much…” I then stopped before I said too much. For some reason, bringing up Tina still hurt too much.

“As much as?”

“Nothing,” I told Dr. Jurek with a smile. “The point is, I don’t enjoy ‘playing the field.’ Maybe it’s for some people, but not for me. Especially when they are making it a point to make sure I understand that they don’t need to be faithful to me either. I just want someone I can have and we can… I dunno.”

“You want to be in love,” she told me with a smile.

“Doesn’t everybody?” I asked back.

“Love sometimes hurts too much,” she answered back. Her voice was eerily calm as she said that. I sat and waited to see if she had anything to say, but she declined to go any more in depth and eventually prodded me on. “So you want to be in love,” she told me. I nodded to her.

“I don’t want to play around with games. I’ve just met this girl, but she seems so genuine and it’s exciting, and I can just take my time and enjoy myself for once. I don’t have to rush into anything and I’m not being seduced. We can just have… fun.”

“I think that might be better for you,” she encouraged. “I can tell you have a very sweet heart, but you’re also taking a lot onto your shoulders with your class schedule as well as tending to multiple women who are suffering from different emotional disorders.”

“Seems like a no brainer, doesn’t it?”

“But you’ve been caught in the trap, haven’t you?” she asked me.

“Maybe, but last night the fight we had really ticked me off and I was already stressed out over everything. There’s one girl I really care about a lot, and if I could get her to go with me, I would just do it. No questions. I know she’s in really rough shape, but I really want to be with her. I just can’t get her to commit to anything.”

“Is there a reason?”

“I think because she promised she wouldn’t shut the others out,” I answered. “But I’m not happy about being put on a time out because I took the time to look after someone I really care about and the others got jealous over it.”

“So do you care about her enough to have two other women attached to you all the time? Like I said, I still think they’re angling to set up a pod.”

“I’m sure probably right,” I agreed. “She and I had a date last week. We just spur of the moment decided to go up to her hometown to lake, row across to an island she always went to as a kid and we made a campfire and stared at the stars. Maybe I sound stupid for being a guy and not being all about the sex, but that was just about the best date I could have imagined, other than the one she lined up for me on Friday.”

“And what was that one?” Dr. Jurek asked me, leaning forward and forgetting about her sandwich as she listened to me.

“Just dinner. Well, I mean it wasn’t just dinner. She redecorated her house, played some jazz music, taught me how to dance and we danced for like an hour until her feet hurt because her shoes don’t fit quite right anymore and then we had dinner that she made from scratch and then a massage. She went all out.” I decided it was a good idea to leave out the more explicit details. So sue me if that was deceptive.

“That girl really loves you,” she encouraged with a smile.

“She refuses to say it though, and she’s not interested in me saying anything even close to it either.”

“Brendan, I think it’s important to remember that when someone says that for the very first time, it’s an incredibly vulnerable moment for them. Now add on the fact that the shrinking spurts are leaving every woman on the planet more vulnerable than ever, and like I told you- there aren’t enough decent men around anymore. There is going to come a point in every woman’s life, unless a cure is found in time, where she will have to give up any semblance of a normal life any longer and she will need someone to take care of her. Without enough men who are as even keeled as you around that means competition on a level women have never had to deal with before to find a partner who can take care of them long term, and that makes them even more vulnerable. I’m telling you that she really loves you. If we lived in saner times, I’m sure she would express it differently. So the question is, is she important enough to you that you would accept 2 or more women along with her? Because I have a feeling that is where this is headed.”

“If they were willing to work on it and actually try? I’d probably do it. Or at least I would have. The thing is, I’m not sure how these kinds of arrangements would work. Like, I know we over romanticize relationships and marriage, or at least we have in modern times, but the whole things smells of desperation.”

“We are desperate, Brendan.”

“Not you. You may be having trouble, but you are definitely not desperate.”

“Yes I am. I just have other goals I need to see to. But who knows how long I can keep this up?”

“So… I hate to ask, but… you’re not very tall right now…”

“No, I haven’t had a spurt yet. I’ve always been a little on the short side,” she shared directly. “But once I do? One spurt could ruin a woman’s life.”

“Why won’t anybody acknowledge what’s going on? Everyone knows!”

“You’d have to go down the conspiracy theory road to even try to answer that question,” she told me cryptically. “The point is that free speech has been all but shut down at this point when any public discussion of it can’t even exist. So what are you going to do, Casanova?”

“I’m going to go out with the new girl. I’m going to take my time and I’m going to relax while I’m on time out. And I’m going to have a little bit of fun, and that’s it. I think I can enjoy a break from all the adult matters that have been in my face lately.”

“And then? When you are off of time out?”

“I talk to the girls and tell them these games are really hurting me. I’ll tell them I am interested in one relationship, not multiple ones and I’m going to let the new girl have a real chance, without all the drama and baggage that comes along with trying to hook up too early.”

“That’s a very unique perspective,” she teased me.

“Don’t you miss it? Being able to just have fun? When this all started, sex wasn’t even a possibility for me. Well, I mean if I had really wanted to, I suppose I could have found something, but I was just going to school and studying and having fun.”

“The real world isn’t like that,” she informed me with a knowing smile.

“Why not? Yeah, we have more work, more responsibilities, but why are we letting our lives be controlled by all this frickin’ drama? Is there seriously no room in our lives to just enjoy it anymore?”

“You’re bitter because the last of your coming of age was stolen from you and the wild excesses of college has turned into a disappointment,” she told me with a smile.

“You’ve given up,” I confronted her. She sat back, surprised by the unexpected volley back at her. “Dr. Jurek, can you do me a favor?”

“I guess it depends on the favor,” she answered with a bit of trepidation.

“I hate how whenever I say that to a woman she looks at me like I’m leading her into a trap. I thought maybe since the girls do it all the time, it was projection.”

“It’s experience,” Dr. Jurek shared with me. “Men… have their own charms and can be very disarming. Take it as a compliment. When a woman says that to you, you’ve just disarmed her and she’s just surprised by it. What’s your favor?” she asked me warmly.

“You were right, of course. I’m in this program because I want to be part of the team that finds the cure. I want to do this because I can’t stand what’s happening to you all. The first time I was aware that women shrinking could even be a thing, it happened right in front of me. Someone I was really close to had a major spurt right in front of me. One of the really rare ones. She must have shrunk at least a foot.” Dr. Jurek lifted her head and listened to me with interest. “I know that was the worst day in her entire life. She even lost her pants tripping over them on the way out of the school and everyone saw everything.”

“So you’re doing this for her,” Dr. Jurek inferred.

“I’m doing this so I don’t have to watch the look of horror on women’s faces as they have their size and feeling of significance ripped form them one small bit at a time. I never saw her again after that. She was so humiliated. She was one of the early cases, so I’m guessing she just wasn’t ready for going from being one of the tallest girls in school to the same height she was in fifth grade. I tell the girls that they’re still the same person, no matter how small their bodies get and I see them the same way. That’s not a lie, but the real problem is how they see themselves, isn’t it?”

“I think I’d agree with that,” she answered back thoughtfully.

“There’s only so much I can do to convince a woman that she’s still important despite the spurts. I need the cure because I can’t stand seeing women’s lives shattered over and over again. I need to end that. In the meantime, you’re life isn’t over. I don’t care if I burn out as long as I can get on the project to end the Smurfening. Dr. Jurek, I can’t tell you how much you saved me when you reached out to me and started working with me. And I can’t tell you how much I enjoy when you let me have lunch with you, but I feel bad because all our conversations are about me, and you tell me what you just did and I feel like you’ve just basically given up.”

“I will just say that I’ve had to make some sacrifices,” Dr. Jurek told me, refusing to offer any more insight.

“I’m asking you not to give up on living and enjoying life. When I find the program that is working on the cure, I really won’t rest until you don’t have to worry any longer about shrinking out of existence.”

Dr. Jurek breathed in slowly, then released it and stared at me, for the first time looking at me as a woman, and not just as a teacher would her student. I could tell she was thinking carefully over what I had to say. “So are you going to do something to get something out of life instead of working morning, day and night down here? I get that you aren’t going to let me do anything to help you with that, but you hardly need my help, right? You said you’ve made sacrifices, but why do you have to sacrifice everything in life? I think you deserve to be happy.”

She thought long and hard and finally came to a conclusion and lowered her arm and looked at me seriously. “This doesn’t leave this room,” she told me in a slightly hushed tone. I nodded and she leaned forward slightly, displaying her earnestness. “I mean it. Not even to your girlfriends.”

“They’re pretty quick to point out to me they aren’t my girlfriends,” I remarked back.

“I don’t care. You don’t share this with a soul.”

“Is it really that important?”

“For you? Yes. I think it is,” she confided in me. I nodded in agreement and she finally proceeded. “There isn’t a program to find a cure,” she informed me which disappointed me, but only for a moment. “There are almost three dozen projects. All of these projects have the most brilliant female minds working nearly around the clock to find the cure.”

“How do you know this?” I asked her. At this moment I was more fascinated than ever in my life.

“Because I used to be on one of them,” she confided.

“Wait, you said the projects have the most brilliant female minds…”

“Yes. That’s the biggest reason I had to leave. The research pool was exclusively women. Like I told you before, they don’t want men handling women who are advanced cases, and there are more of those than you think.”

“How small?” I asked, sitting literally on the edge of my seat.

“When I was there, the smallest was a woman who was 27 inches tall. She used to be 5’11”. She was a very extreme case. Getting on these projects is extremely difficult. Getting onto one for you may prove to be next to impossible.”

“But not impossible,” I inferred.

“You’re going to need that determination, Brendan. Here’s the problem: the projects all rely on outside funding. Some corporations contribute, but even then, they want to limit stakeholders who will try to get a say in how things are run in the projects so you have to meet certain standards to even qualify to donate. Most of the funding is from political interests, and nearly all of those have an extremely… shall we say gynocentric perspective.”

“Elite feminists?” I asked her, absorbing every last sound out of her mouth.

“Not exactly. We won’t get into it here and now, but it has to do with the original project and how it was created. When the problem spread and spurts became commonplace around the world, the founders of that project split and started new projects to recruit to and attack the problem from as many angles and perspectives as possible, and that was when I was brought into one of the projects. I didn’t fit in well, though.”

“Why not?”

“Because I wanted men to be included in the recruitment pool. I was pretty loud about it, actually. I had a major falling out with the project lead when the second of our team had a major spurt that left her less than four feet tall. She could still work, but… her smaller size was having a noticeable affect on her productivity. In fact, it was a lot like what’s been happening to women’s sports. It’s a matter of being able to get everything done, get your wardrobe taken care of, how much harder it becomes as you get smaller to accomplish every day tasks and even just the general logistics of moving files and working equipment. When Dr. Schneider had her major spurt, she was too weak to carry some of the test samples from location to another anymore without having to take breaks along the way. Like I said, it’s just like what’s happening with women’s sports, even if it’s not as dramatic. The more we shrink, they less productive we get and our performance goes down. Every inch lost means our research teams get weaker too. I had a huge argument with the lead that we couldn’t just shut men out of the race to find the cure because we were all shrinking and we were all becoming less and less capable just a little bit at time and we could at least use someone stable in their size around. They wouldn’t even entertain the statistics argument.”

“What’s the statistics argument?” I asked. I was so on the edge of my seat now that I nearly fell onto the floor and had to readjust.

“Basic statistics. The women on the project didn’t want to hear it, but I think that’s part of the problem. When you can just simply ignore certain scientific principles, your whole mindset starts to suffer. It’s very simple: there is a much greater variety in intellect and aptitude for STEM among men than women. Every time I made this argument, I was told I was shaming women and telling them they couldn’t be great scientists. It’s not true, but we’re talking a statistical pool versus individual capability. Many of these women were some of the smartest people I’d ever met, but the whole project had… it almost had it’s own personality; all this was so ingrained in us.”

“What kind of personality?”

“A bitchy one, quite frankly. My point was that you could find brilliant female scientists, but you were going to find more from the male population. There’s just a general predilection for STEM that women aren’t as common in these fields and there’s more to it than just sexism. I actually didn’t used to think this way, but the threat of shrinking down to mouse size in my own lab was a pretty harsh reality check. Statistically speaking, we were more likely to find the talent we needed from men than women. Their answer was that we just needed to teach more women to be great scientists like the ones on the projects. The truth is, though, these projects together are large enough that we’ve tapped most of the greatest female minds already. If we opened the doors to let men contribute, we could have doubled the mind power overnight just because men are generally more likely to have these aptitudes. This fight got me all but kicked off the project.”

I listened on and she collected her thoughts, showing me a much more personal side to her than she’d allowed me to see before this point. I could see how frustrated and worn down she was from her past experiences.

“I had these arguments over and over again, and my peers attacked me saying that I was telling them that women weren’t as smart as men, and that’s not it at all. It’s just a matter of fact that you are going to find a higher rate of men who are exceptional at STEM fields than women, and that’s how we got to the point where the molecular biology and microbiology programs at the major universities became almost exclusively female in the space of about a year. These programs are almost exclusively recruitment systems for the projects, and it doesn’t matter how many women shrink too small to do the research work anymore, they weren’t going to let a man find the cure and save women everywhere. I don’t know how far we all have to shrink before their pride is set aside, but we’re not there yet. But what I’m telling you is they needed to clear the men out of these STEM fields so they could force as many women as possible into programs to be recruited into the projects. It’s not working, though. My old colleagues are telling me that the new women coming through are just not up for the task. Maybe someday they will be, but we need talented, experienced scientists now, and the scientists on the projects are still slowly shrinking in spurts, just like every other woman.”

“But I’m not an experienced scientist…”

“No, but I’m not going to change much in the here and now. I and a couple of other colleagues who were of similar mind found each other and we had some long conversations about all of our frustrations and what we could do about it. Don’t misunderstand me, Brendan, I want a woman to find a cure, but seeing a colleague have a ten inch spurt right in front of you while she is in a bio-suit inside a sealed chamber handling a tray of volatile samples teaches you that being that prideful probably isn’t worth it when you’re literally talking about survival.”

“We weren’t the best scientists in our projects anyways,” she said dismissing herself. I was surprised, because I honestly couldn’t think of a professor I’d met that was even close to her intellectually speaking. “The three of us decided that the only thing we could do was go back into the academic world and be part of the recruiting process. We are very much looking for women for the projects, just like they are demanding, but we have been able to sneak just a few men into the university programs this year to try to eventually filter them through to the projects.”

“So you think I could be the first man on one of these projects.”

“You won’t be,” she assured me. “One of my colleagues has a post graduate in her program that is absolutely exceptional, and we’ve found two projects that have had enough shrinkage that they are starting to waver just a little bit. She thinks she can get him into one of those two projects, but it’s a bit touch and go at the moment. She’s working with him personally to get him up to speed on everything he needs to know and exactly how he must act at all times.”

“So you are grooming us,” I concluded.

“You bet your ass we are. What I can promise you is that you will not be the first wave of men in the projects. You won’t even be the second wave. But you are determined and very creative and your drive to get your coursework done years ahead of schedule has been enough to raise a few eyebrows already; even among some of the more gynocentric colleagues I’ve had. All three of the men in my program have been noticed, including you. That’s not the same as convincing them to let you in, though. And your little trust games that get shrinking women flocking to you aren’t going to work here either, so if you are entertaining any thoughts about trying that crap, you had best get it out of your head right now, mister,” she scolded me.

“No. It didn’t even occur to me,” I answered back defensively.

“There’s still time. You’re still early enough in your collegiate career that you’re not really being paid that much attention to, but you’ve been noticed. The first wave of men allowed into the projects will be students who are already in postgraduate work right now. It’s the first one that will be the biggest challenge, and then it will be tough going for a while. The women on these projects have been consumed by shrinking spurts, either because they’ve experienced them or they see the most extreme cases on a daily basis. And being in a women’s only environment for years that was already not particularly friendly toward men to begin with, they’ve basically become a man-hating zone. They are extremely resentful of you for not being afflicted with this condition. Hopefully by the time you get there, though, it won’t be a living hell anymore.”

“So, the other guys in our program… they…”

“They don’t know yet. This isn’t something we were planning on discussing with any of you until at least late in your senior year. The biggest focus we have right now is that there is still a preponderance of men in the years graduating before you do. We need to get as many of them as we can through the doors and prove they can be successful first. But by the time we reach your group… Well, by the time we reach the group you should be in, we’re going to hit a dry spell. Our best bet is to recruit as many men as we can before we hit that dry spell. If we can’t get men in the current programs in soon, though, the projects might end up falling apart. Women are having spurts more often now, and it still likely hasn’t reached its peak yet.”

“So what’s causing it?” I asked eagerly. “Is it a virus?”

“That’s a conversation and a half,” she warned me, showing even more frustration. “No, it’s not a virus. The short answer is we don’t know what’s causing it specifically and what’s happening is defying the laws of physics as we know them.”

“So, all the crackdowns and censorship on talking about this is related to the projects?”

“No. Those things aren’t connected. Well, they aren’t directly connected, anyways.”

“Then why…”

“I’m not going to be able to answer all of your questions today, Brendan. There is just too much to cover, and I probably shouldn’t have even told you this much. But if you want to learn more, then I suggest you learn to think on what I’ve already told you and learn to keep it to yourself.”

“Why is it all such a secret?” I asked her.

“That is multiple conversations. I have class soon, so why don’t you table that for now and maybe we can pick this up another time. And not when you want to discuss it either. I need to be careful that no one is going to overhear us. And besides, in the here and now the most important thing is you finishing up your schooling. These are all things you can learn IF you manage to get onto one of the projects. Unless you decide to lead a commune of shrunken women, that is,” she teased me.

I remembered her warnings to me about not staying in the program if the school found out about the whole harem scheme and following that, I was pretty sure she’d dropped this hint as incentive to keep me in the program since she was now aware that I was at risk of essentially dropping out for my love interests. I felt flattered that she felt I was important enough to even attempt something like that.

One of the things that was keeping me in with the girls was guilt. Not all of it, but it was definitely a factor. They were all hurting, they were all struggling and they were all looking for a safe haven as they shrank. I definitely felt guilty with the idea of abandoning them. Yes, they were sleeping with other men, but I was the one that had only thought of himself when we’d started this whole thing with them encouraging me to play the field.

Now I had a new sense of guilt. Dr. Jurek offered me the single most valuable piece of information I had been desperately seeking for three years. I wasn’t just randomly working toward an unknown goal anymore- I knew there were multiple places I could go to be part of the search for a cure. My mind immediately went to how I could handle a higher class load and what I would be willing to give up in order to do it so that I could get onto one of these projects as soon as humanly possible. And the confidence that Dr. Jurek had shown in me by sharing this information while others remained in the dark, and the feeling of how highly she must have thought about me to tell me in a bid to pull me off the fence back to the side of academic and professional dedication to this cause was an even better high for me than the Amazonian goddess telling me I was worth semi-stalking just to be able to say hi.

Could I really do anything to jeopardize my hopes of getting onto one of these projects?

I didn’t have much time to think on these things, though. Dr. Jurek finished what remained of her food and she encouraged me to do the same so she could get off to class. As we were gathering our things to head out to our respective destinations, I couldn’t help but stop her before she opened the door. “It just occurred to me that you side stepped my question,” I confronted her.

“What question was that?” she asked me.

“About enjoying your life. What is it going to take to get you to take care of yourself?” I asked her.

She smiled and shook her head at me. “You wanted to lend an ear, and you did. You have no idea how long I have been holding onto everything I just told you about my old work and how good it felt to have someone who would listen.”

“But that’s not taking care of yourself and enjoying life. I told you. You deserve to be happy.”

“I told you. You’re getting far too familiar with your professor,” she scolded me mildly.

“Well, you could always kick me out of the program,” I suggested casually and she narrowed her eyes and scowled at me. “I’m not sure I’m going to make it through this program without all the help you’ve been giving me. You burning out is a lot more dangerous than me burning out,” I told her. Now she was really contemplating what I had to say.

“I’ll think about it,” She promised, though I didn’t find this answer satisfying. “I’ve had to make a lot of sacrifices for what I’m doing right now. I’ve been solely focused on recruiting for the projects. It’s the most important thing to me. It’s honestly a little difficult thinking of anything else right now.”

“It’s only fair,” I pointed out. “You’re always on me for overworking, same should go for you, shouldn’t it?”

She smiled at me stood there for a moment. “Let’s do lunch again soon,” she told me with a smile.

It was a really good conversation, and it was so much more helpful to have this new insight. Up to this point, I was just fumbling around in the dark asking myself which programs and which classes would be most likely to get me on track to solving the conundrum of half the population shrinking. Now there was faint light at the end of a very long tunnel. Unfortunately, the single person I wanted to share this with was Julie, and I’d promised specifically not to do that.

The rest of the day was just average, but in the evening, around dinnertime, I got an unexpected, but highly welcome call from Julie. I’d been worried about her all day and hoping she hadn’t crashed again following her confessions of plans for suicide.

“So any chance of me getting off of time out?” I asked her, which got a laugh from her, albeit a brief one.

“Did you tell them about what I said the other day to you? I didn’t tell you to keep it to yourself, but I kinda needed you to keep it to yourself.”

“No. I got in an argument with Lana and Rebecca and when they told me I was on time out, I just told them I wasn’t going to leave you alone and when they pushed, I just told them I couldn’t talk to them about it.”

“But you didn’t tell them anything else…”

“Not a word. I guess I wanted to hoard it for myself.”

“Alright,” she replied. She at least sounded satisfied. In the background I could hear some soft tapping and wind rustling the microphone.

“Where are you?” I asked her.

“Taking a walk. Janelle and Lana just decided they were going to spend the night at my place because you made such a stink and I needed to get some air,” she explained. “I’m not supposed to call you.”

“It’s nice to hear your voice,” I told her. I then waited for an insufferable number of seconds without a response. “Hello?”

“Just thinking,” she laughed a little. “I missed you too,” she admitted.

“So what? They’re just sitting at your house pestering you?”

“Janelle is. She’s kinda pissing me off. She’s treating me like I’m a little kid with the flu. I got so fed up with it that I told her about.. what did you call it? The holy grail of orgasms?”

“Something like that,” I chuckled.

“The looks on their faces were PRICELESS,” Julie laughed. I admittedly got a chuckle from it as well.

“So they were jealous?”

“Uggh! They’re jealous about everything! It was kind of fun when it was just a competition to see what we could each get out of you, but I think I should have kept you making me ruin my carpet to myself,” she complained. “Janelle can’t stop talking about you. She has been whining to Lana all evening about how this time out thing isn’t fair.”

“So she wasn’t in favor of it?”

“No, she was totally in favor of it. They even convinced Lisa.”

“So Janelle basically changed her mind.”

“And so did Lisa. But they all voted and I was the odd girl out.”

“I’m just going to have to say, this is going to have to stop. I’m not okay with you all having votes and making schedules and I don’t even know when you’ve all had a conversation.”

“I said something like that yesterday too. Like… after last week, it’s just… Different. You know?”

“Yeah,” I agreed.

“But that’s why they’re pissed. You, me and Lisa changed the whole dynamic and the others want to take charge again.”

“By putting me on time out like I’m a fucking child?” I complained.

“Not just you! Holy shit, were they pissed at me. Now they’re going to be even more pissed now that they know how much fun we actually had while they were out of town. I’m still sore though,” she giggled.

“Yeah, I’m still feeling it too,” I chuckled.

“Janelle really misses you,” she informed me. “I think it didn’t take long for her to realize what she was agreeing to after the fact and now when she talks about you she’s practically in tears.”

“Well, this wasn’t my idea,” I retorted back.

“Maybe tell her I can’t wait to see her later this week.”

“I’ll do that,” she promised. “When little miss goody two shoes isn’t listening. I’m pretty pissed at Rebecca, though.”

“Why?” I asked her.

“I’m not really supposed to tell you,” she answered me. I didn’t really know what to say to that, so I said nothing, and I guess the silence was enough for Julie. “Let’s just say that she is taking your time out to explore other options for herself. And she’s trying to set up Yvonne for the same thing.”

That stung, but then, I’d just had a romantic rendezvous with an Amazonia goddess that morning, so I bit my tongue.

We talked for a few more minutes before she arrived back at her house and then hung up. When I was done, I found three selfies from Shandra in my messages and I couldn’t help but smile. The photos were innocent enough, and I decided I would be playful and sent her a photo of a dachshund hound and titled it “wiener pics.” Granted it was all via text messaging, but she seemed to be pretty amused by it. I finally sent her back a selfie of myself smiling, which earned me several smilie faces.
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The next day, I was sitting at my table in my apartment when the knock at the door came. I stood and set my books aside and answered, and there was Shandra, grinning and blushing like a schoolgirl while also trembling a little from embarrassment and bashfulness. For such a tall woman, she certainly was adorable. The instant she saw my face when I opened the door, her expression was one of immense relief.

“Hey,” I greeted warmly. “Are you okay?”

“I was so scared I got the wrong door,” she grinned and giggled at me. I ushered her in and she looked around, then tugged on my hand and asked for the nickel tour. I obliged and showed her around my little one bedroom apartment- hallway with folding door closets, kitchen with a short counter that looked out to the living room, dining room/cove, living room, bathroom then finally bedroom.

She giggled at me the entire time until I brought her back and she sat on the futon with me, squeezing my hand and giggling at me. “This place is so… so…”

“I mean, it’s nothing to write home about,” I admitted.

“There are NO decorations! No pictures, no anything!” she scolded me. Not that this was the first time I’d received a similar scolding.

“I’ve got a long road ahead of me,” I explained. “I don’t know if I will be staying in this apartment past this year, or if I’ll need to downsize a bit more, and after graduation, I don’t even know if I will be in the graduate program here. I don’t really spend that much time here anyways. The only reason I’m off campus is because I needed to get away from all those friggin white knights.”

“But it’s so bland!” she teased me.

“I know, but I wasn’t going to be wasting your time keeping you here on our second date,” I answered her.

“Third,” she corrected, grinning at me and tracing her fingertip down my chest.

“Meeting in the bushes behind the loading docks for a quick conversation doesn’t count as a date,” I joked with her.

“Yeah it does,” she answered back immediately.

“Then we need to seriously increase your expectations on what constitutes a date,” I informed her.

“And what are you going to do to do that, Mr. poor, destitute student boy?” she teased me.

“You want me to tell you or show you?”

“Tell me,” she answered back and leaned forward against me so that she was now looking up into my eyes.

“Too bad we’re short on time then, because I’m just going to have to show you,” I teased her. She laughed heartily at me and shoved me, then I stood and took her hand and grabbed the duffle bag I’d prepared and walked her out to my car, where I held the door for her as she climbed in and she gave me the most peculiar, yet amused look as she sat down.

On the drive, I asked her about her major and she shot me a look and smirked. “Do you know what my major is?” she asked me.

“Business management,” I admitted awkwardly. “But I mean, it’s on every bus advertisement in the city.”

“Well… so now that I just came out that I’ve basically been stalking about you… how do you feel about that? Like really?”

“I’m not sure,” I answered honestly. “I mean; it’s honestly a little much to take in.”

“So, how much do you know about me? Really? Like not just what you Googled after this weekend.”

“Oh, I didn’t have to Google you. Once I realized who was flirting with me at the coffee shop, it all started coming back to me.”

“So humor me,” she tested.

“Honor student high school, co-captain of your high school volleyball team, class president, daughter of a famous football star, 6’2” tall, business management major, finance minor, likes to paddleboard and go any place warm on vacation and you like cats over dogs.”

“You memorized my bio page on the schools site,” she remarked, impressed.

“I memorized all the volleyball players,” I told her coyly.

“Oh? Are you a fan of volleyball?” she asked.

“I’m a fan of volleyball players,” I answered her. “Or at least I was last year when I looked you up. I haven’t looked at the current lineup this year. Classes are a lot harder than last year.”

“So I was thinking,” she diverted with a grin while playing with a lock of hair as she looked over to me. “Maybe me stalking you isn’t so bad, since you know all about me.”

“I mean the information is pretty much out there for everyone to see. The school has made you their brand.”

“But you know all about me, so doesn’t that give you the advantage?”

“I don’t know that any guy could have the advantage over you,” I answered. She laughed at me and leaned over in my direction with her hand against my arm. She was really animated tonight.

“I’m really nervous,” she admitted flat out. “Can you tell?”

“Only just a little,” I answered with a smirk. She giggled and grinned at me and put her hand on my chest and I watched nervously as her grin spread even wider.

“So are you, aren’t you?” she asked after feeling my heart pounding again.

“A lot,” I admitted.

“You’re better at hiding it than me,” she giggled. “This is like the first actual DATE date I have been on in years. Maybe just tell me where we’re headed since it might make me feel a bit better,” she asked in a very good job of trying to coax an answer out of me.

“We’re almost there,” I told her. “I think you’ll like it, though.”

“You’re horrible!” she accused me and I just shrugged my shoulders.

She tried again to get me to spill the beans regarding our destination, but I refused, grinning to myself as we started on the final turns and then pulled into a small parking lot with an off white building that looked to be possibly stucco with dark brown shuttered windows. As we got out of the car, she looked around the neighborhood, and then to the building, her brow scrunched up as she looked it over and then as we walked around the front of the building she stared at the sign and gave it even a more peculiar look.

“I have no idea how to pronounce that,” she told me. She still seemed somewhat amused, but more perplexed by now.

“It’s German. That’s all I know,” I said, then held the door and watched as she entered, her eyes going wide as saucer plates and she stepped in, her grin returning with a vengeance.

Inside was a very traditional looking restaurant, and by traditional I mean, mid 19th century Germany traditional. The walls were all stained wood, most of the tables matching, but not identical, a crowded restaurant full of boisterous diners, waitresses adorned in traditional German dresses, men in lederhosen managing operations, another two men wandering around in lederhosen playing the accordion at different places in the restaurant while singing in German, and as we approached the host, the entire restaurant erupted into a thunderous roar of “ZIGGY ZAGGY, ZIGGY ZAGGY, OY, OY OY!!”

“KLINK ‘EM AND DRINK ‘EM,” a buxom waitress bellowed with surprising volume and Shandra watched with untold glee as beer mugs around the restaurant were all lifted to the lips of diners and she laughed hysterically as she realized a number of these glasses were boot shaped and sized filled with German beer.

“Holy shit!” she laughed, grabbing onto my arm to hold herself up, then blushed and looked at the host in his lederhosen realizing that we were well beyond the current norm for physical contact in public. The host just smiled, shook his head and waved it off before taking my name and having us wait off to the side.

“I wanted to find some place that was like pre-clown world,” I told her as we stood against the wall and she took in all the sights, sounds and smells around her. “I may have overshot the mark a little bit,” I teased. She hugged my arm and beamed at me, and I cannot tell you how much satisfaction that gave me.

Despite her boisterousness, by this point I was starting to take note of her behaviors and gestures and putting them together along with the things she’d revealed to me the day prior. She felt so genuine in all of her joy and laughter and increasingly animated reactions because she was. Despite her outward appearances, I was starting to see a weight around her neck and I was getting the feeling it was a tremendous weight she’d been carrying for quite some time. I could see hints of it as she moved around and experienced everything this new place had to offer like a young girl seeing an amusement park for the first time. Every now and again, she’d stop to think and when she did, I could see that weight again pressing down on her, but she would force it back quickly and there would be the boisterous Shandra once again, living life to the fullest possible.

It was a beautiful sight be behold and she was practically hopping up and down as we were lead to our table and she allowed me to get her chair for her, again offering me the same peculiar grin as when I’d held the car door for her. She was completely out of her element, but she was loving every second of it.

When the waitress arrived to take our order, Shandra fawned over her, marveling at her beautiful bright blue dress, which to the waitress was just a work uniform and then had the waitress translate and explain every last item on the menu in detail while she fumbled through the nearly limitless options and seemed to be drooling over at least half of them.

She picked her food, jagerschnitzel, which she found impossible to pronounce correctly and I chose something called sauerbraten. “I need one of those BIGASS mugs of beer!” she cheered to the waitress, who carded her and then finished the order. She also chose an interesting appetizer at my insistence and she looked at me as the waitress left us behind.

“You’re trying to impress me, taking me to a place this expensive,” she answered as she sipped on her soft drink.

“This is actually pretty far beyond what I would normally do for a second…”

“Third,” she corrected as though she were reading my mind before I even spoke the word.

“Okay, third date. But, you said you’ve been… repressed since the beginning of all this crap.”

“You have NO idea,” she remarked, taking a much larger drink this time.

“I had to find some place that still acted like the old world. I found this place. I mean, I guess we don’t get to act like people in public anymore unless we pay for it.”

She smiled at my answer and thought it over, then her smile widened as she seemed to accept it. “Well, I guess I don’t mind. I should have enough cash with me.”

“Nope. You are not paying. You are my date, and I said I would take care of it for you,” I told her firmly. “I don’t care that you’re rich,” I told her a little more quietly. “I’m still the man on this date and I am going to treat you.”

She laughed hard enough that she nearly spit her soft drink out and had to wipe her chin up. As she did, she looked over to her left as one of the elderly singing men with an accordion approached and began serenading her, which made her giggle all over again. When he was finished with his song, he stopped and chatted with her, asking her if this was her first time there, where she was from and all about her personal life and she just poured the information out like it was free candy.

He was doing this as a job, but you could tell he was honestly enjoying chatting with her while he fiddled with his accordion as though it were second nature to him. Even the people at the table next to us seemed to be caught up in the life that just poured out of Shandra as she laughed and giggled at the accordion player and she even flirted innocently with him to some degree. As faint as that weight she was carrying was before, it had all but disappeared. Finally, the man asked her for a song request, and she was purely stumped.

“I have no idea. I don’t know any German songs,” she admitted.

“Do you like the sound of music?” he asked her.

“I haven’t seen it since I was a little girl,” she admitted.

“Then let me take you back,” he offered and began singing the song Edelweiss slowly and sweetly to her, truly serenading her. She grinned and smiled at him, then blushed to me and listened to him, staring up at him, just like a young girl would and when he was done, she asked him to teach her the song, which he did, and recruited the help of the two tables next to us to do the same until she could sing the song all on her own, loudly and proudly, and with a pretty decent singing voice, if I’m being honest.

When he was done, I offered him a $10 tip and he thanked us both, took Shandra’s hand and kissed the back of it like a gentleman 200 years ago would have and she refused to let go and pulled out her own billfold from her purse and stuffed a hundred dollar bill under the wad of bills pinned down by the straps of his instrument. He was completely bowled over and she pulled down on his suspenders, whispered in his ear and kissed him on the cheek, allowing him to blush for the first time.

“What did you tell him?” I asked as he went off singing and walking just a little more spring in his step.

“I’ll tell you later,” she answered coyly.

Dinner was an adventure. She explored every appetizer, every side dish and sampled my own food more than once, relishing nearly every bite, though she did turn her nose up at the pickled beets. She absolutely adored the spaetzel.

Neither of us stopped smiling or flirting the entire meal and when they brought out a piece of black forest cake, she nearly died and fell out of her seat. Everything here was new to her, though there had been a place somewhat like this back in my hometown that we would go to when I was growing up.

She drank from her oversized beer mug and begged the waitress to make the call of “ZIGGY ZAGGY, ZIGGY ZAGGY, OY, OY, OY!!” and laughed when the whole restaurant would start singing a song that she knew nothing about, though she went out of her way to try to sing along none the less.

When we left the restaurant she danced around me in circles until we got to the parking lot and she grabbed my jacket and stared me in the eyes hungrily while biting her lower lip. She leaned toward me, but I tipped my head to the right and she looked to see a small group of emo looking guys glaring at me. She rolled her eyes and decided to pull on my arm, but as we strolled back to my car, she turned to face them bending almost all the way forward at her hips and screamed “COCK BLOCKERS!!” before we went to my car laughing hysterically and made a hasty retreat before they closed the gap between us and them.

The next stop was a residential street near the border of the city where I parked on a quiet, secluded area and took out my bag I’d packed and we walked hand in hand on the way to our next point of interest.

“The last time I was on a date,” she giggled and twirled (I think she was a little buzzed from the beer earlier), “he was the son of a celebrity and he took me to this really stuffy VIP club and it was SO BORING! It cost me like $500 and the sushi absolutely SUCKED!” she laughed.

“So then this was better? I mean we managed to keep dinner just under $90.”

“You want to know what I told the accordion guy?” she asked, pulling on me and closing the distance between us.

“Yes,” I answered eagerly.

“I told him thank you for giving me the best date I have ever had in my entire life,” she informed me then pressed against me, unwilling to accept no for a kiss again. I obliged her and she tucked her arms in, letting me wrap my arms around her and she purred as we kissed until she shivered and I insisted we keep walking to stay warm.

As we walked, she hugged my arm and settled, though I couldn’t help but smile at the grin on her face. “You look like you’ve just gotten out of prison,” I told her.

“I have. I have to go back again, but at least I’m free now, right?”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve met a woman that wasn’t completely consumed by all these shrinking spurts. Even if you haven’t had your first spurt yet, it’s like a shadow looming over every woman. Isn’t it?”

“You think I haven’t had a spurt yet?” she asked me. Her tone was sober enough that I couldn’t help but take pause.

“Have you?” I asked her. She barely reacted and we walked onward.

“I used to be six-five,” she answered me. There was no hint of joviality anymore in her voice.

“Wow… that’s tall,” I managed to mumble through the frog in my throat.

“Is that intimidating?” she asked me.

“What?” I asked her

“That I used to be taller than you,” she explained patiently.

“Why should that intimidate me?” I asked her.

“Because men are almost always intimidated by women who are taller than them. Or they look at us like we’re trophies or something they can conquer.”

“I love tall women,” I answered honestly. At the moment, I was daydreaming about standing there kissing a 6’5” Shandra.

“Really,” she commented, standing up and looking me in the eyes again with curiosity.

“Yeah,” I answered her. “I mean, you’re beautiful. At some point, can’t you just look at a beautiful woman and be thankful she’s letting you be there with her? Regardless of her height?”

“I don’t think a lot of guys can,” she commented, fascinated by me now and much less amused.

“Their loss,” I dismissed. She smiled at me and hugged my arm while leaning her head over my shoulder as we walked. I slowed my pace a little to jostle her head less.

Eventually, we made our way to a park and down an extremely long set of concrete stairs and sneaked through a mostly obscured path into some woods until we arrived back to a more traditional path and over to a an outcropping and down until we were standing in a ravine looking up at a tall waterfall. Directly above us was a half moon and I pulled out two blankets from my bag and a thermos I’d filled with hot chocolate. We sat on one blanket and snuggled under the second and sipped together, her having trouble looking at the scenery and more focused on my eyes as I did my best to focus on the romantic setting, but eventually, I had to give into those sparkling eyes.

We kissed under the partial moonlight and she shivered so I put my arm around her and she snuggled closer, curling up against me. “You’re heart is still pounding,” she informed me.

“Well, you are that sexy,” I confided in her.

“You’re better at this than the last guy I tried it with,” she confessed.

“I hope so. I’d rather not end up the same way he did.”

“You’re sure you weren’t just trying to impress me with the fancy dinner?”

“I wanted to do a budget date. I knew I wasn’t going to impress you with money,” I assured her. “You said you wanted fun, and that place came up top of my list for fun. And I thought the accordion guys would be romantic.”

“You thought right,” she grinned. “My mom would be disappointed, though.”

“Why’s that?”

“She’s French,” she giggled at me. Another factoid about Shandra: her father married a French super model. They of course divorced a few years later, but not before Shandra was born.

“I’m not going to impress you,” I admitted honestly. “I don’t have the money, I don’t have the fame, I don’t have the connections. I still think I can hold my own, though, in my own way.”

“I am impressed,” she told me and then leaned up and kissed me long and softly under the moon. When we finally parted lips again she took a deep breath and curled up again to let me wrap my arms around her. “You may not want to believe this, but I don’t want to go back to the money and the fame and all the rest of it when I graduate.”

“No?”

“No. I probably won’t get a choice, though,” she lamented. “My dad completely agreed when they moved us all into a dorm together. Funny, since my freshman year he bought me one of those exemptions like you have and a condo to stay at while going to school.”

“Everyone’s scared. All women shrinking is pretty scary. If it helps keep you from having any more spurts until we find a cure…”

“Don’t,” she warned me abruptly. “That’s what my dad said. Just… I’ll tell you everything when the time is right. Just trust me that it’s not a good thing. Not for us at least.” She sounded stone cold sober when she said that and I tipped her head up and looked into her eyes. I definitely believed her.

“Okay,” I agreed. “Did I at least make it better for a few hours?”

“I had no idea how much I needed something like this. You know, I basically have to put on a serious act all the time. Ever since you started playing with me, I have had a harder and harder time keeping from constantly smiling. I have to take breaks during the day just so I can put on my bitch face.”

“Why do you need to put on a bitch face?” I wanted to know.

“That’s at the top of my list to tell you when the time comes,” she shared.

“A lot of secrets,” I mentioned, though I regretted it immediately and wished I’d not pushed on the issue at all. She surprisingly took it in stride.

“Not ones I like keeping,” she told me. “I at least can be honest with you that I have secrets. I’m glad you’re being so patient with them.”

“You know, maybe you were right. Anyone who meets you probably knows quite a bit about you. Maybe it was fair for you to scope me out a bit before we met.”

“It kinda had to be that way,” she said, though it sounded more like a complaint. “Like I said, I wanted to meet you, but it’s hard to get away from being watched all the time. When we don’t have chaperones or escorts with us, there’s a network of girls to snitch on each other.”

“So how are you getting away with this tonight?”

“The friend I told you about who knows about you? She’s my roommate and she’s sitting in our room alone right now. I literally had to sneak out through the window. I spent two years pushing to get a room on the ground level so I could do that and they have security cameras. Do you know how hard it was to figure out how to avoid those?”

“So what you’re saying is that I’m a pretty big deal to go to all that trouble,” I said, but made sure to add in sarcasm as I said it. She laughed and shoved me, but pulled me close again for warmth.

“What I will tell you is that what’s going on has been going on ever since the Smurfening started and we’ve taken this whole time to get to this point where me or Amber can get out of our room, but we have to be really picky about it.”

“So don’t count on this being a regular thing,” I pointed out. “Is it really worth that much money to them? I mean, no offense, but women’s sports don’t exactly rake in the numbers that men’s sports do. The men’s football and basketball teams basically bankroll the entire athletic department.”

“Once the Smurfening started, we got MASSIVE donations. They wanted to make a statement that ‘look at all these strong, powerful women! They’re certainly not shrinking!’ The school even went to the trouble of scouring the web to remove any indication that I had a three-inch spurt. They are insanely controlling. At first, they got us to buy into the whole deal because they promised to do everything they could to stop us from experiencing any more spurts. They brought in the best doctors and expensive equipment and everything. Most of the girls were like ‘HELL YEAH WE DON’T WANNA SHRINK!’ Then they said it would be easier if they reconfigured a dorm to suit the women’s sports teams. They gave us all kinds of incentives to give up any off campus housing and at first it looked like it would be a trade up. Then they started adding extra security. They were nice and all, but that was our first real clue that something was off. Then they started chasing off friends and boyfriends who would come over to visit and they started setting curfews and constantly interrupting and barging in when we had guests. When girls started going to other dorms for some time with others, they demanded we wear biometric tracking and any time our heartbeats got too high, our escorts showed up without knocking or anything. Basically, it didn’t happen all at once, but I can’t believe how fast it did happen. At a certain point, most of the girls wanted to drop out, but the school actually got it in contract when we moved into the dorms. It’s mostly about our scholarships and enrollment in the university. But if we do try to quit, there will be all kinds of legal action, and they video us everywhere except inside our own rooms, and if too many girls in the dorm are together security goes and either checks on us rudely, or they actually use listening devices and listen to our conversations through the doors. We think they actually spot check us with the listening devices, but we’ve had a hard time proving it.”

“This sounds like absolute hell,” I stammered. I couldn’t believe such a totalitarian nightmare was happening right there on campus.

“Hopefully that explains a little why I am so excited to see you.”

“So, I work for you because you’re basically desperate,” I concluded, partially in jest, but only partially.

“Amber pointed you out to me. At first I thought there was no way, but I saw you and I kinda kept coming back to you and she helped me plot out what you were all about.”

“So there were two of you stalking me,” I pointed out.

“Uh, yeah. Basically. But if we didn’t, there was no chance we would be sitting here enjoying the most romantic date I’ve ever had.”

“You’ve got a point,” I had to admit and offered her another sip of hot chocolate. “I didn’t notice an iWatch or anything like that, though.”

“Amber has it. We got someone in the engineering program to basically hack the software so I can leave it behind or she can when we want to sneak out. It’s been slow going. We would do more of this ourselves, but we don’t know how and they track all of our web activity.”

I tapped my chin and thought for a moment. “When we get back to my place, I can set up a flash drive you can use in your computer to get you a web browser that will let you surf anonymously. As long as it’s your laptop and not the school’s.”

“Yeah, they thought of that. A gymnast figured out how to do that on her own laptop and they found out and now they check all of our electronic devices regularly for unauthorized software. That’s why I have a separate phone for you to text.”

“Well that sucks,” I grumbled, still searching for a solution to her problem. “What if I could get you an ultra thin laptop that was set up specifically to let you surf without them being able to track you?”

“You could do that?” she asked eagerly as she sat up and looked at me with immense interest.

“I think so. I think anyone in one of the computer programs could do it too, but I’m guessing you don’t have any contacts there.”

“Nope. I’m afraid not. Not at the school, anyways.”

“I have to think about this. I’m pretty sure I could get you to sneak through without getting noticed, but there would have to be limitations.”

“What kind of limitations?”

“Well, bandwidth and… wait a second. The phone you have, it has Internet?”

“Well yeah, but it’s on a burner plan and it sucks for web surfing.”

“I’ll just hack the phone and you can use it as a hotspot. That way you don’t have to worry about the school’s network at all. And this might sound paranoid, but I’m a little worried they might have set up their own cell tower there in case one of you got this far.”

“Uggghhh! They might,” she admitted, thoroughly disgusted and frustrated. “I am a fucking prisoner, Brendan. We all are.”

“Sounds like it. This isn’t my strongest area, but I think I could get some stuff set up for you. I might have to root around the dark web, though.”

“The what?”

“Think of it like the programming code under your operating system on your computer. It’s harder to navigate, especially if you don’t know what you’re looking for. It’s also a lot more dangerous to be fooling around in.”

“Why?” she asked me in a suspicious tone. “And if it’s so dangerous, then why are you fooling around on it?”

“It’s where advanced users go to trade information under the table. There are a lot of hackers that do it just for fun, but there are also people who are doing… criminal things down there.”

“So why are you on there?” she demanded to know.

“Because I have been busting my butt for years to learn ANYTHING about the shrinking spurts.”

“And why are you that fascinated?”

“The same reason I’m majoring in molecular biology.”

“Is it a secret?” she teased me.

“No, it’s just that I learned last year not to talk about it too much. It always seemed to piss everyone off.”

“I’ll be nice, even if it’s a dumb reason.”

“I’m trying to become part of whatever programs exist to find a cure for the Smurfening.”

“Racing to save the damsels in distress, huh?” she teased. I blushed.

“Stupid?” I asked.

“No. You can rescue me any day,” she told me with a grin and a kiss.

We set our business aside and she insisted on lying with me, wrapped in our blankets and staring up at the partial moon with the sound of the waterfall pouring beyond us. “So how did you figure this place out, Romeo? Find it after taking another date out here?”

“No,” I smiled as I stared at the sky. “Basically, I used my Google Fu. We’re doing the immature thing again. The path I found is something that teenagers use to get into the park after hours and hang out. I figured that us sitting quietly by a waterfall was better than vandalism.”

We stayed out for as long as we could stay warm, which wasn’t much longer than the hot chocolate lasted and then made our way back through the hidden path to the main park and then had to hide in the bushes huddled together and giggling with each other as a police squad car drove by looking for interlopers in the closed park. He took his time and normally, this should be a relatively tense moment. After all, if we were caught, we would likely be ticketed at a minimum, but while I waited I couldn’t help but look at Shandra and admire her beauty. I placed my had on her cheek and turned her toward me and we kissed and then that kiss intensified and before I knew it, we were lying on our sides in the bushes making out and clinging to each other for warmth.

When we both finally needed to come up for air, the cop was gone and I cursed myself for having missed his departure, since we didn’t even know if he was truly gone or if he’s just simply turned down his lights and was sitting in wait for any troublemakers that might pop up on his beat.

We sneaked out of the wood line and did our best to stay as close to the woods as possible until we were officially out of the park and we walked hand in hand, all too pleased with ourselves over our little foray into lawlessness and eventually made our way to my car, and as luck would have it, passed a police car, maybe even the same one from earlier, as soon as we pulled out of our parking spot.

When we were back at my place, Shandra watched me curiously as I pieced together an old laptop I had been experimenting with and hacked into the phone she’d been using to make it into a hotspot. And when I was finished, she grinned at me and held my hand. “You’ll have to be careful. Web coding is really sloppy these days so you can use up all your data really fast,” I warned her. “Try to use the crappy web browser I put on there. It’s really slimmed down, so a lot of the data garbage won’t show up on that. But a lot of features won’t either.”

Shandra literally leapt on me and the chair I was sitting on tipped over and we found ourselves making out on the floor again. It was starting to get pretty late, and my guilt began to overtake me, so I warned her of this and she attacked me all the harder and even though I had promised myself I would take things slow with her, I found my hormones overtaking me and without even thinking about it, my hand squeezing her ass which elicited a small moan from her. At least that meant that she was enjoying my impropriety, but still, once I realized what I was doing, I regretted it.

Not that I wasn’t enjoying it, it’s just that all the drama that revolved around the sex in my life, I really needed to slow things down a bit. It also didn’t help that I was feeling like I was cheating on all the girls at once, even though I knew full well most of them could very well be hooking up with someone as I lay there trying not to let things go too far too fast with Shandra.

I think she sensed my internal conflict and eased up, smiling and supportive, though also rather hungry looking. When we were on our feet again, we stood once more, nose to nose and I couldn’t help but feel flush as I basked in the pleasure of a woman as tall as me, staring me directly in the eyes, and who seemed as attracted to me as I was to her. She edged a little closer and stared at my face; probably noticing what I assumed was a little more color than I should have had.

“Can I ask you a question?” she began tentatively.

“Don’t see why not,” I smiled back. I was smiling honestly; I just was really turned on by standing next to such a tall woman for the first time since Brooke left me.

“Are you sure it doesn’t bother you?”

“The secrets? I mean, you did say you would tell me…”

“No, not that,” she cut me off. “I mean,” she started and now she blushed a little and turned away from me. I placed my hand on her cheek and turned her back to me. I wasn’t really sure what she was so embarrassed about all of a sudden.

“It’s alright. What am I supposed to be bothered by?” I asked her.

She hesitated, then took a little breath and forced herself to say it. “Doesn’t it bother you how tall I am?”

“Why should it?” I asked her. I was going for, “I accept you however you are,” but it didn’t seem to make much of an impression on her.

“Because guys are always intimidated by my height. It was even worse before my spurt.”

“I’m not intimidated,” I answered her.

“You’re blushing,” she pointed out.

“So are you,” I answered back.

“Yeah, but I am blushing because I am a fucking giant, and I used to be an even bigger one.” She started to turn away again, but I placed my hand on her cheek and made her look me in the eyes.

“I like tall women,” I told her.

“Tall WAS 5’9”. Women are a lot smaller since then,” she insisted.

“Shandra…” I laughed a little at her. “You’re… I don’t know how to say this without sounding cheesy and stupid like I’m just trying to get into your pants.”

“You just had an opportunity to get in my pants, and you didn’t take it. I couldn’t help but notice that happened just after I told you I used to be three inches taller.”

I kissed her, and felt a warm wave over my body as I did so. It felt so comfortable to not have to crane my neck down for a kiss. “I just need to take things a little more slowly. I really wanted to go further, I just… I’m not going to take advantage of you while I’m sorting out what’s going on in my life.”

“You said you were available. You said you were being given your space,” she pointed out.

“Oh, I’ve been upgraded since then,” I informed her. “Now I’m on time out.” Here eyes went wide.

“Why? What did you do?”

“What can I do when I’m being given my space? There are some jealousy issues, I think, so now I get to be on time out.”

“So… you are still available,” she checked.

“And I really, REALLY want to touch you literally everywhere, but I just need to take things a little more slowly. I mean, you want to know why I’m blushing? It’s because you are hands down the single hottest woman I have ever gone out with. You’re like a fantasy to me.”

“Even though I’m a fucking giant?”

“Shandra, I love tall women,” I informed her as sincerely as I could.

“Even if I used to be 6’5”?”

“I think I would have liked you better back then,” I admitted, and then blushed. “Sorry,” I apologized profusely. “I try not to do that.”

“Do what?” Now she seemed more curious than ever.

“Women always seem to have hang ups about their bodies, especially now that they’re all shrinking. I don’t care that you’re 6’2”, and I wouldn’t have been less hot for you when you were 6’5”. You are… honestly? You’re like a Goddess,” I told her as forthrightly as I could. “I sure as hell don’t want you to shrink, that’s for sure.”

She stepped forward and looked me in the eyes. She was searching for something, something that seemed to be on the tip of her tongue. “So you would have been okay with dating me when I was 6’5”? That wouldn’t have been too tall for you?”

“It definitely wouldn’t have been too tall for me,” I answered back honestly.

“So… if 6’5” isn’t too tall.. How tall is too tall?” she asked me. She was absolutely fascinated by me, as though I were an amazing experiment all of a sudden.

“Is there such a thing as too tall? I mean, why should there be?”

“What if, say… I was ten feet tall?” she asked me, leaning closely to me. “So you would be almost like a small child standing next to me.”

“No one’s ever been that tall,” I answered with an awkward laugh, though for some reason I could feel myself go extremely flush. This only seemed to ignite even more curiosity in Shandra, and even a touch of amusement.

“Let me ask you something,” she determined more than asked or suggested and she stepped closer to me. “Do you have a giantess fetish?” she asked point blank.

“I have never heard of a giantess fetish,” I answered. That was a completely honest answer, but the term was straight forward enough I knew exactly what she was talking about and it was like a building block, locking into place in my mind. Yes, I liked this idea very, very, very much. I didn’t say that, though.

“Really,” she said somewhat skeptically. “You have no idea what it is,” she asked and pressed her body up against mine. I immediately felt intimidated when she bit her lower lip.

“I’m guessing it’s as straight forward as it sounds, but I’ve never heard of it before,” I said. I could tell I was already sweating and I didn’t really know why. Shandra placed my hands on her butt and wrapped one arm around my neck and the other around my back.

“Let me ask you something else,” she began, though I felt like I was a lab rat suddenly. I felt her hips press tightly against mine and I felt self-conscious as in our strange conversation I’d gone soft again as there were things on my mind other than sex at that moment. She squeezed and seemed to smirk at the knowledge that I would need to be coaxed into hardness again, and the strange intimidation I felt made me wonder how easy that would be.

She then kissed me, sensually, but also aggressively. “Keep looking at me,” she said as I closed my eyes in between kisses. “I want you to imagine me. I’m just as tall as you and I have these big, thick, strong thighs and you can feel me against you,” she cooed, kissing as she explained. “Now imagine, that you can feel me growing against you as I grind my soaking wet pussy against your tiny little cock,” she said and as she did so, she lifted up onto her tiptoes slowly while grinding her hips against mine and I felt myself craning my neck upward to chase her lips one tiny bit at a time.

Amazingly, for every inch she rose up against me, my dick rose up two and twice as fast and I knew she could feel me go fully rigid as her body rose against mine by the wide eyed, exuberant and gleeful look on her face. “You DO! You do have a giantess fetish, don’t you?” she asked, still standing tip toed and staring down at me, giggling almost uncontrollably.

“I just…” I felt so embarrassed and confused. I was so turned on by her suddenly, even more so than I had felt before and I couldn’t express the sudden feeling of vulnerability and humiliation I felt. She suddenly became sympathetic to me, as though she knew my own thoughts even more than I did myself.

“It’s okay,” she comforted me and kissed me so sensually and affectionately and my eyes went wide when I felt her hand slide down the front of my pants and grab my dick, stroking it and pressing it up against my body. “It’s okay, my little man. Your giantess goddess is going to take perfect care of you,” she whispered to me while refusing to stop kissing me open mouthed and devouring my tongue. This power at least equaled that of the two much smaller women I had been with recently only this one wasn’t released on me gently and lovingly. This one hit me with all the subtlety of a freight train.

“You didn’t even know, did you?” she cooed, leaning her head down to nibble on my ear. “You’ve been thinking of this for your whole life, haven’t you, but you didn’t even have a word for it? And now, here you are, kissing your giantess goddess and you can feel me growing. You can feel me getting bigger and bigger and you can feel how warm it is inside of me and you can feel that as far as I am concerned, your little penis is just shrinking smaller and smaller while I grow all around you. And you’re scared, aren’t you?”

What the fuck was she doing to me? I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t think, and everything she said was absolutely, completely and totally true and it was as though she’d pulled it straight from my own mind from a place I didn’t even really know existed. I became so hard in her hand while she stroked me that it actually hurt but at the time I felt like I was fucking her with her riding on top of me, slowly swelling around me and my pathetically small manhood was aching and stretching in a futile bid to match her swelling, warm pussy.

“It’s okay, though, because your giantess goddess just wants you inside of her. You don’t have to be big and strong, she just needs you inside of her to feel good and powerful.” As she said so, she chirped just a little and I heard a slight sloshing noise as she we both realized I was oozing a surprisingly large amount of precum. She paused and looked down, giggling, but not in a demeaning way and I had enough of a pause that I was able to regain my senses. I grabbed her and squeezed her butt and then forced her up against the wall, kissing her and making her moan. She laughed and then pushed against me before leading me to the couch and shoved me to try to push me down onto the cushions so we could lie together.

I was sweating, I felt denigrated and turned on and insatiable and a whole host of other things all at once that I couldn’t even name because it was all mixed in there together all at once.

“You’re embarrassed,” she said, explaining it to me, even though she didn’t have any need to. I felt completely humiliated and exposed. “And that’s okay,” she promised me.

“Are you like…” I tried to ask, but was struggling for words and she kissed me.

“Everyone who has these fantasies seems to feel the same way,” she explained. “And it’s okay, because I am not going to judge you, and I am not going to make fun of you and I am not ever going to tell a soul about it unless you ask me to.”

“What are you saying? You have this giantess fetish too?” I asked her. She didn’t’ say anything, she just grinned at me as though she completely understood me and kissed me, squeezing me tightly.

“I guess we have more in common than I’d hoped,” she informed me with a grin. “You still want to take it slow, though, don’t you?” she asked me; taking a cue from the small sliver of restraint I had left.

“I just didn’t want to… take advantage… I didn’t… I mean, things in my life are…”

“It’s okay,” she purred to me. “I can’t believe I found someone like you,” she giggled. “You need to think about something, though,” she warned me, then kissed me again and pressed her body against mine. “It’s only a matter of time before even I have another spurt again and you are going to run out of opportunities to play out your fantasies. There are very few women my height left. Almost none who are taller anymore and we weren’t that common to begin with. You might want to take that into consideration when it comes to taking things slow,” she suggested.

I stared at her and she smiled while I absorbed her advice and she grinned at me, kissing me over and over. I felt as though she had just found her soul mate; she was so relieved and happy to have discovered my secret fantasies.

After a moment to take in everything she had just told me, I wiped the sweat from my brow and she assisted, using her sleeve then tucked her arms together and curled up so that she could hide in my embrace once more. “It’s okay that you’re embarrassed,” she whispered to me. “But you don’t have to be embarrassed with me. I get it. I totally get it. You can be yourself with me. You can let it all out and I will completely understand it.”

“I can’t believe I am saying this, but… you seem to know a lot more about this than I do,” I told her.

“The internet is a messed up place,” she giggled and kissed me again.

“And this whole time out thing and me being in kind of limbo?” I asked her.

“Yeah, I just can’t believe I found someone who’s into this kind of thing.”

“You have a good feeling about me?” I teased her. I think the blood loss was starting to go away again finally.

“I don’t need a feeling anymore. This is a good thing. Every single other woman in this world is shrinking just like me, but I can understand you better than they can,” she boasted with a twinkle in her eyes. That was as straightforward a pitch as I could imagine for why I should take her instead of the girls.

The smile on my face flickered for a long moment and I couldn’t help but kiss her and before I knew it she was stroking my jeans and rather than stop her, I reached inside her own jeans and played with her own private parts as she unzipped my pants and fished my penis out, playing with it quite enthusiastically. She obviously had quite a bit of built up sexual tension within her and before I knew it, she was no longer able to stroke me and simply grabbed as squeezed my cock while I brought her to and beyond climax; a soft, quiet and sensual one that was a release for her, as though she were letting loose of a long held breath. When she recovered, she began to reciprocate, but I stopped her and pulled her close.

“I shouldn’t have let it go this far so early on,” I told her.

“I told you,” she corrected me. “I get what you are going through. I think that…” she tried to tell me, but I cut her off.

“You’re more than just a fantasy or a fetish,” I told her. She grinned and listened to me, her eyes still sparkling. “I don’t want my first time with you to be about one of those things. I want it to be with a woman who deserves to feel just as good as you made me feel a little while ago. We could do role playing stuff later.”

“Not if I shrink more,” she warned me with a teasing smirk.

“Shandra is way more important to me than any giantess goddess,” I told her. She grinned at my answer and we ended up making out again for a while longer.

When the time came and she finally gave in decided she had to go in order to keep from getting caught in the morning, we stood in my doorway kissing each other. “I’m not going to change anything in your life going on right now,” she promised me. “I can’t give you the real relationship right now that you want so bad, but what I can say is that I understand you so much more now that I know about your fantasies. I’m also not going to put you on time out. Just think about it, okay? In the mean time, I’m just going to trust you. You’re not taking advantage of me,” she offered.

Finally, I walked her out to her car and got her door for her. Before she drove off, she rolled down her window and pulled on my jacket so I could leaned down and kiss her once more passionately. “Just take your time and think about it,” she whispered to me, and then she was gone for the night.
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Re: When The Peaches Fell

Post by Knightstable » Tue Dec 22, 2020 5:58 pm

Okay I think she’s officially my favorite character. Awesome addition :)

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Re: When The Peaches Fell

Post by CKent45 » Wed Dec 30, 2020 2:20 pm

Two days went by and I got to my date with Janelle, the only of the ladies I was allowed to see while I was on time out. To her credit, she was so eager to see me she insisted on skipping her normal routine of a workout after work and coming to see me as soon as possible.

I was surprised to see her so early, and was (of course) studying when she arrived. Even more of a surprise was the way she seemed to be trembling with anticipation as I opened the door and I looked at the petite little lady. “Hey,” I greeted her as warmly as I could. She didn’t reply; she just stood there smiling bashfully up at me, almost like we were on our first date together. She hesitated and seemed to waver on attempting to enter until I stepped back, opened the door and actually led her inside.

Once inside, she still stood, simply staring up at me and smiling bashfully. “Why so shy?” I asked her, but she only blushed, so I took her in and sat her on the futon and held both of her hands. It was difficult to get a read form her, so while she hesitated, I decided I would try something new for this unusually bashful Janelle. I wrapped an arm around her, the other under her thighs and I lifted her up and onto my lap. Her face was awash with surprise and I hugged her. It only took a moment after that for her to seem to relax and curl up in my arms.

Something was definitely out of sorts with her, so I finally asked her when she seemed as at ease as I was going to make her that day what was wrong. She struggled for a moment, took several deep breaths and seemed to curl up in a ball. “Another spurt is coming,” she informed me.

“How soon?” I asked, alarmed by her revelation.

“I don’t know,” she answered me.

“So tonight? Are you sure you want to be here for this?”

“I don’t think it’s going to happen tonight,” she answered me. “The last time I started feeling it like this, it took more than a week before it finally happened. This will be my third.”

Well, that certainly explained why she was feeling so bashful. My mind went to Shandra who had said they were using preventative measures to keep the girls in the athletic department from experiencing more spurts and I began asking myself whether I could learn any of this information and apply it to Janelle, but I also didn’t ant to risk giving her false hopes.

“Maybe I can do something,” I said, thinking to the other source of information that had recently revealed itself to me- Dr. Jurek. Surely if she had been on one of the projects, and information had been gathered to stop the women athletes from experiencing spurts, no one would know more about it than Dr. Jurek.

“Like what?” she asked, a bit choked up.

“I’m not sure. But maybe the department head is still at school. Maybe we could ask for some advice.”

“My doctors don’t have any way to stop them,” Janelle whimpered to me.

“Well, let’s just give it a try. She’s working literally all the time. Maybe she knows about some research that could help.”

We filed into my car and headed off to campus and into the science center. I first checked the labs, since that was where she seemed to spend a great deal of her time. Unfortunately, she wasn’t in any of those. Janelle clung to me and seemed to feel out of place in this environment, and I was afraid to comfort her because of the climate on campus, which was far more hostile to female-male interactions than the outside world.

Luckily, I did see a light on at Dr. Jurek’s office and knocked on the door. “Come in,” came the gentle response. I opened the door and was relieved to see Dr. Jurek at her desk, reading. She lifted her head and adjusted her glasses smiling at me, and then she looked past me to Janelle. I think she sensed something might be up and her smile weakened.

“Give me one second,” I told Janelle and entered alone, closing the door behind me.

“I told you to keep that information to yourself,” she scolded me very quietly.

“I have. I haven’t told her anything.”

“The way she was looking at me says otherwise,” she scolded again.

“Alright, so I’ll cut to the chase. I was talking to one of the women on one of the sports teams,” I told Dr. Jurek, who instantly perked up in surprise. “She told me that they are doing everything they can to keep them from having spurts and they are pretty good at it.”

“That is very privileged information,” she told me, intrigued, and almost… disappointed. “I’m surprised you were even allowed to talk to an athlete.”

“So you know about what they’re doing to them,” I confronted her. She drew back slightly, but nodded to me. “Janelle says she can feel another spurt coming on,” I explained. “I have no idea if there’s anything you can do to help, but I just had to ask. I don’t know if she can hide another one. She’s had two already.”

Dr. Jurek took a deep breath and looked at me, seriously considering my request. She struggled and then closed her laptop and finally nodded to me. “Bring her in,” she told me. Janelle was exceptionally shy entering and Dr. Jurek had us both take seats next to her desk. “So you’re Janelle,” she smiled and slid a seat up in front of her, taking both of her hands in hers. “Brendan is very protective of his personal life. I’m surprised he brought you in here,” Dr. Jurek bantered, trying to lower Janelle’s defenses. It worked, but only slightly. “He says you’re starting to feel another spurt coming on.”

“Do you know anything about them? I mean other than the ones you’ve had already?”

“I haven’t experienced any spurts yet,” Dr. Jurek explained. “But yes, I do know a bit about it. Brendan is very resourceful,” she complimented. “Apparently he’s discovered a little secret on this campus that I know a bit about.”

“Can you cure the spurts?” Janelle asked in a very weak voice.

“There is no cure. At least not yet. There are some experimental treatments and a little bit of research into it is happening here. It’s hard to get funding for an affliction no one wants to admit exists, though.” Janelle nodded and wiped a tear from her eye. “So I’ll just tell you,” Dr. Jurek explained, “there are some experimental medications, but they are very hard to get hold of and not very reliable. And if you take them, you need to take them regularly, so that isn’t an option here.”

“So I should just accept it’s going to happen,” Janelle answered dejectedly.

“When did you first start to feel it?”

“After I got back from lunch,” Janelle answered her.

“And is it as strong as the last spurt you had?”

“A little more, I think,” Janelle answered.

“Okay, so there is no stopping the spurts, but if you do everything I say, you might be able to delay it a while, and even if it does come, there is a good chance you can lower the odds of it being a major spurt.” Janelle’s eyes lit up and her hopes suddenly soared, but Dr. Jurek cautioned her back. “This isn’t a guarantee,” Dr. Jurek warned her. “And we’re only delaying the inevitable. And it’s probably best you not share this with your friends. If they knew what I’m about to share with you, then it could make things worse. I hope you can trust me on that.”

“I won’t tell a soul,” Janelle promised.

“So you have an in with the athletic department,” Dr. Jurek posed to me. I shrugged my shoulders a little, but nodded. “Well, luckily for you, I was part of that training. This is some of the little research that’s going on here regarding our little problem,” she told Janelle with a smile. “So what I can tell you is that there is a list of triggers for an event. We have no idea what the full list is, but we have about 25 things you can check that seemed to fit in with about 80% of the spurts we catalogued on campus. Most of them are foods; some are things like make up. I’ll print them out for you and you need to take them out of your life. It’s better to do it permanently, even though it’s going to be pretty hard, but at least for the next three weeks.”

“Okay,” Janelle promised, quite hopeful.

“Next, are you on any medications?” Dr. Jurek asked her. Julie nodded and provided a full list on request, most of them being for anxiety and depression. Dr. Jurek shook her head and struggled for a moment. “The single best thing you can do is get your stress levels under control, and unfortunately, most anxiety and depression medications won’t help you here. The data is weak, but there is some cause for concern that they are exacerbating the spurts. Especially SSRI’s.”

“I thought SSRI’s were the majority of depression meds,” I added. Dr. Jurek nodded.

“And you’re taking one,” she informed Janelle, who struggled with panic suddenly. “It’s fine, it’s just I think you’re going to have to deal with your depression the old fashioned way for a while,” Dr. Jurek suggested. “And take my advice with a grain of salt, because I’m not a physician.”

“I’ll do anything. So my meds are causing the shrinking?” Janelle asked her.

“No. We have no idea what’s causing it. We really don’t. That’s really as much as I can tell you about that. But what we have done is found data on things that can trigger an event.”

“An event is a spurt,” Janelle confirmed and got a nod from Dr. Jurek.

“In lab settings they like to use more official terms. But yes, a spurt. So, basically, when you are exposed to a trigger, it doesn’t mean you will get a spurt. We’ve seen women who have a number of triggers in their systems but they miss having spurts while others around them don’t. Something else is happening that has to be present already to use the trigger to cause a spurt. We don’t understand what that is yet. But if you can find the triggers in your body and get rid of them, it lowers the odds of another spurt, at least for a while.”

“Because we don’t know all the triggers,” Janelle determined.

“We don’t know a lot of things. This whole problem defies explanation, unfortunately. But that’s the gist of it. Eliminate as many triggers as you can from your body, and manage your stress. And… I suppose I can share one other thing, but make sure you only do this in private,” Dr. Jurek warned her.

“Okay,” Janelle agreed easily.

Dr. Jurek then walked Janelle through a series of exercises to self hypnotize her and put her in a trance like state. It took several tries, but Janelle was eventually able to put herself under and then release herself from it before Dr. Jurek explained she was about as ready as she felt she could be.

“Don’t use those techniques before you go to bed,” Dr. Jurek warned. “If you feel a spurt coming on, you know, that building sensation that feels like it’s going to start spilling over?” Janelle nodded quickly in return to show she fully understood what Dr. Jurek was talking about. “Okay, so try to catch it before the spurt starts. If you can, use this technique and you might be able to stall the spurt for a while. You would probably need to use that technique for a few hours though to wait out the spurt being triggered. Keep in mind, we are only stalling the inevitable.”

“How long do you think she can stall it?” I asked her.

“You might be able to get a couple months if you’re really lucky. Make sure you clean out your body from as many triggers as possible, though. Talk to Holistic Chiropractic down off of Main Street and fifth and ask them for a plan to cleanse your body.”

“What about my anxiety, though?”

“Go to the nutrition store and get something called St John’s wart. I’d say take about three times the recommended dose and if you like dark chocolate, and I mean the really expensive stuff, maybe treat yourself and enjoy that as much as you can afford. These work as a kind of natural SSRI, but they’re a lot less concentrated. You can also make sure you are exposing as much of your body to as much direct sunlight as you can during that day and boosting your vitamin D levels. Other than that, like I said, you’ll have to manage your stress the old fashioned way. The more triggers in your system, the higher likelihood of a major spurt. I’ll let you decide what you can sacrifice and what you can’t though,” she said as she printed off the promised list and handed it to her.

We thanked her and were about to leave, but Dr. Jurek stopped us before we left. “Brendan,” she said in an ominous tone, “I understand you came across this by accident, but I want you to know- those techniques and that list? Those were developed specifically for the athletic department and the research was paid for by a few very wealthy donors. I’m sure other universities have their own programs going on, but all of this was done under the table to give our athletes an advantage over other programs that haven’t figured out ways to stall shrinking. If you get caught with that information or talking about it around the wrong person, I can guarantee you will make some very wealthy people extremely angry. Tell your contact they need to be more careful too,” she warned.

“You mean like the bug?”

“This is a whole other issue than that,” Dr. Jurek informed me. “These would be the same people that have arranged armed security for all the women athletes. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“If we let anyone else know about this… they’ll try to find the mole in the department, won’t they?” Janelle assumed based on her experience with her doctors.

“Yes. And they’ll be a lot more aggressive about it than what you might have come across with your treatment program. The only reason I even told you what I did is because I didn’t want Brendan getting desperate and trying to milk other sources that would get him into a lot of trouble, and probably some others too.”

“I won’t tell a soul,” Janelle promised. “I don’t know how to thank you.”

“Well, you can thank me by not shrinking any further for a while. Good luck,’ she told us and then sent us on our way.

Following that, I took Janelle directly to the chiropractic office where the girl at the front desk merely handed us a card for the chiropractor and a stapled a pair of sheets and sent us on our way.

“Not a very romantic date,” I muttered to Janelle as we headed out.

“This is better,” Janelle beamed with much greater hope in her eyes than I’d seen since I had met her. “Oh no,” she complained.

“What’s that?”

“I have to give up bread,” she complained.

“What? Why?”

“It doesn’t say. It just says anything with commercial wheat.”

When we arrived back it my place, we both went over the list together and looked it over in hopes of getting something both for us to eat. As we went over the many things, something began to occur to me. Shandra was likely adhering to this same list with authoritarian strictness and our dinner together at the German restaurant almost definitely gave her close to a dozen things on this list that were banned from her consumption. I wondered how long she had been forced to endure the many restrictions I was looking at and realized that probably played a great deal into the exuberance she’d experienced with me that night out. I was starting to get a better picture into Shandra’s world just by reading this list and it was depressing.

Janelle found it anything but depressing, though. She found it empowering. This list represented something for her that she’d been denied for years- a chance to affect her shrinking fate. She couldn’t stop it, but this list represented much needed hope for her that she could at least steer it a little. She read it over and over again with me, snuggled as close as humanly possible with me.

“I wish I could share it with the others,” she remarked. “Do you really think it would be that big of a deal? I mean, they can keep a secret, right?”

“Maybe after they all cool down, but I’m a little worried with how catty everyone is getting.”

“I’m not even allowed to sleep with you tonight,” she complained, her frown returning after she revealed this condition of her date with me this evening.

“Sleeping with me wasn’t a requirement,” I assured her.

“Do you have any idea how much I’ve thought about you since the last time?” she asked me. “And I can’t believe you had a threesome!”

“You’re disappointed in me?” I asked her.

“I wanted to be part of it,” she shared.

“I didn’t think you would be into that kind of thing,” I remarked.

“I’m not,” she answered flatly. “I just…” I wanted to interject the word jealous, but decided it was best to wait it out. “It’s really hard sharing you with everyone else and I just thought it would be easier if I could at least be there instead of hearing about it after the fact.”

“You know, you could have me just to yourself. All you have to do is say yes,” I offered her. She didn’t even look at me. She just continued staring at the paper we’d acquired for her. “I can’t,” she muttered.

“But do you want to?” I asked her and watched her as she continued to stare at her list blankly.

“I think Dr. Jurek was right. I want to tell the others about this, but if I do, I’m worried about who else it might spread too,” she said, diverting to another topic.

“Maybe you’re right,” I agreed, though I was disappointed that she’d just completely side stepped my question.

Our date quickly devolved into a study session and half way into the evening, she grabbed my hand and looked up into my eyes expectantly. “Could you maybe come back to my place and help me clean out my cupboards from all this stuff?”

“Sure,” I answered with a smile. She grinned and smiled, then excused herself to go use the bathroom while I continued learning about her new anti-shrinking restrictions. When she returned, she took my hands and handed me my coat and led me out of the apartment with a bag in hand and down to her car.

We parted ways and I followed her back to her place and once we were there we went through all of her cupboards clearing out everything that might be on her list of newly forbidden list of items and then went to her bathroom and did the same there. When we were all done and cleared out a surprising number of things and thrown them in the trash, she looked at me with expectant eyes and clutched my shirt in her hands when I tried to wish her good evening.

“Don’t go,” she whispered up to me.

“I thought you said you couldn’t sleep with me tonight,” I mentioned to her. It was clear what she was implying by the look on her face, so her unexpected behavior made me a bit nervous and also more than a little excited.

“Rebecca’s exact words were ‘you need to leave his house by 9:30. No later. And no trying to get a quickie in with him before you leave.’ So I did. I even called her to let her know I had left, just like I promised.”

“You know that’s not what she meant,” I joked with her, chuckling. “You’re going to start something with them and you know it.”

“Maybe this time can be just our secret?” she suggested.

“You want me to lie to them?”

“Maybe… just not discuss it. I can keep a secret. I’ve really missed you,” she cooed up to me. I had missed her too. I allowed her to lead me back to her living room where we sat on the couch, her curled up by my hip and facing me while tucking her arms in and up against both of our chests while she let me wrap my arms around her and hold her tightly.

We kissed a little, each tentatively exploring each other, almost like this was our first session together and she leaned up to me, growing more and more tense with each kiss as her anticipation seemed to grow. Then, just before our kissing was about to cross over into something much more heated, she stopped me and stared at me with eyes that seemed to tremble.

One thing that I did like about shorter women was the ease with which I could move them around. I won’t lie: the attraction I felt with taller women was undeniable. That moment where Shandra had called out my unquenchable desire for women taller than myself had ignited a fire within me that was still burning like a fever within my body. The sense that she was growing against me was by far the hottest thing I had ever felt and I hadn’t even gotten a release from it. There was no doubt that she was right about this giantess fetish thing she had mentioned. I wanted to feel her growing around me, and it had left me feeling hot under the collar constantly since she had done it. By this point, I was feeling so pent up, I was really regretting trying to play the long game and not going all the way with her right then and there.

Now I sat here with Janelle, sweet, caring and soft and petite at 5’2”, a full foot shorter than Shandra and quiet a bit lighter to boot. I could easily overpower Shandra, despite her exceptional fitness level, but comparatively, Janelle practically folded under my power if I blew on her like a candle. I have to admit; I really enjoyed the sensation of reaching underneath Janelle and simply setting her down on my lap easily and gently. It was a strangely satisfying feeling to simply lift her up and place her where I wanted softly while she watched me do so nearly effortlessly. And thanks to Shandra and her bewitching of me with this exotic fetish, I had been struggling to not pop a boner constantly ever since.

“What’s wrong?” I asked Janelle as I came to grips with battling desires and took into consideration the conflicted expression she was wearing.

Janelle struggled for a good long moment but eventually answered me. “So… Julie and Lisa told us pretty much everything about last week.”

“Yeah,” I answered. I wasn’t really sure what else to say.

She picked at my chest for a moment and seemed to be too embarrassed and that was when it hit me that she was struggling with a feeling of inadequacy compared to the epic escapades I’d experience while she was out of town. “It’s alright,” I encouraged her. “Whatever you want to say, I’m listening.”

She smiled at me shyly, and then cupped my cheek in the palm of her hand. “I don’t think I can do what they did for you last week,” she confided with a certain amount of shame.

“I don’t think I could handle many more sessions like that,” I joked back, but she didn’t seem particularly amused.

Janelle was an endless ball of affection. She was definitely the softest of all the girls. Even when she entered into the room, it was as if she drifted in on a soft breeze. She was, quite frankly, delicate. What Julie and Lisa had put me through was well outside the realm of possibility for Janelle, even with assistance from someone else. Our love making sessions were always extremely gentle, and it took hardly anything for Janelle to cringe in pain. She was just delicate.

Now, that isn’t to say that I was unsatisfied with her. Quite to the contrary. Janelle hadn’t mastered the bewitching powers that Julie and Lisa had demonstrated on me, but it was obvious who they used as the template for their plays in our threesome days before: Janelle. Janelle never grabbed or pulled or clawed like a more aggressive girl like Julie would. Janelle would gently guide with the subtlest of motions of expressions. When she would touch me, it was so delicate it made the hairs all over my entire body stand on end and gave me goose bumps.

What’s more, while there were no massive orgasms like I would experience with the other girls, the sex with Janelle was satisfying in a completely other way. No matter the position, Janelle always clung to me, and she desired nothing more than to feel surrounded by me at all times. I could never go rough with her like I would with some of the others, but on the flip side, when we made love, that was exactly what it felt like- love. Pure, gentle, unabashed love. Not only that, but our sessions together easily lasted much longer than with the other girls. I was never exhausted, drained of fatigued after making love with Janelle. Our bodies simply pressed against each other and moved in unison when I was inside of her slowly and rhythmically and that was all it took to bring her over the edge, usually repeatedly.

The roughest thing she liked was oral and she was exactly as Julie had said- obsessed with getting eaten out. But once we were actually having sex, it was soft and gentle and it sometimes lasted as long as two hours before I finally released my seed into her and she would sigh contentedly at the sensation while hugging me and holding me inside of her until I was completely finished. Our session that I mentioned before was by far the most exotic and energetic that we’d ever experienced together and she was well beyond the bounds of her normal activities that entire evening. But then, that night she had just had a spurt and she had something to prove.

In short, Janelle had nothing to feel inadequate about. She was predictable with her desires, but every time we were together, it just felt right. I would take a life with Janelle without question because that was just how she was, in bed, or outside of it. There was so much to love about Janelle.

“What I mean is… they were really intense.”

“I don’t actually need anything that intense,” I told her. She watched my expressions and listened to me. “You’ve been doing this whole competition thing and it’s fun, but Janelle? I would take how it normally is with you for the rest of my life. I don’t need the girl that can make me make the most noise, and I don’t need climaxing so hard that I see stars. Whenever I’m with you it just feels right and it feels so good and it lasts so long and even then, I never want it to stop. And for the record, you do something for me that no one else does.”

“What’s that?” she asked, her curiosity suddenly rising.

“Every time you touch me, I feel Goosebumps over my entire body,” I shared with her. “No one else has ever done that to me.”

Janelle smiled at this revelation and leaned closely, looking into my eyes, testing to make sure I was telling her the truth. She wavered a bit, but leaned in, tucked her arms in tightly and pressed her head against my chest, inviting me to wrap my arms around her. She sat there like that, snuggling against me and we just enjoyed the time together until I felt her slip her hand free and take my wrist, which was a gentle sign I had learned meant “take her to bed.”

Janelle always liked it when I would pick her up and carry her to the bedroom. She would just lay in my arms and almost purr. While Julie was of dual minds in regards to how “nice” and “gentle” I tended to be, Janelle soaked it up like a hot bath. This was one reason why I still had a slight preference of Janelle over Julie, or any of the others. I actually liked being gentle and treating my woman like she was a treasure to be cherished and protected. So sue me.

Since she was already on my lap, I picked her up and stood up and carried her to the bedroom and laid her down and she gave me the normal treatment I almost always got with her when it came to intimacy together. She was always clear with what she wanted, though she almost never spoke about it. I think the key was her patience. She would offer a subtle cue about what she wanted and then she would stare at me with soft eyes and wait for me to make a move. If I made the right move, she would smile and her body would relax. If not, all I had to do was realize that I hadn’t gotten the right message and she would wait for me to try again, and if I got it wrong too many times, she would gently guide me where she wanted me to be.

I suppose you could call this passive aggressive, but I attribute it to her shyness and discomfort with more lascivious topics. She always struggled to speak aloud about these things and she was very patient with me learning her silent forms of communication, so I never had a problem with it. I actually kind of liked it.

When she was lying on her bed, she simply took my wrist and gently pulled on it until I was lying with her and we kissed. Nothing ravenous, but certainly passionate and leaving little in my mind as to where she wanted things to head. A few minutes into this, she pressed my hand against her breast and sighed happily as I fondled them and eventually worked her shirt and her bra off.

Form here I knew the routine. She would lie there and accept my adoration of her soft, sexy little body until she decided that she wanted straight sex, cunnilingus or to lie there with me straddling above her while she either stroked or sucked me off.

I guess she was feeling really pent up because just laying over her, fondling her breasts and suckling on them was enough to make her squirm and even moan, so I also worked her pants and underwear down, which she offered not resistance to. Once she was fully naked, she tugged on the bottom of my shirt, which was Janelle for “take your shirt off.” I complied and as I did so, she unzipped my pants for me, but took little other action to hurry me along. Janelle was just very passive, but she certainly knew how to make it work.

I stripped completely naked and she pulled on my arms to guide me on top of her, giving me the answer to my question of how where she wanted to proceed given her three normal routes. At first, I followed her lead and we moved together, sliding our naked bodies against each other while my cock stroked the wet folds of her vagina and she pushed down on my shoulders with one hand while grabbing my butt, signaling that she was ready for me to enter her.

I, however, decided that I was in the mood for something different this evening. “Janelle,” I whispered, breaking our kiss for the first time in close to half an hour. “I really want to go down on you.” She offered a strange, almost confused grin. “Come on. Don’t you want me to taste you?”

“I want to feel you inside me,” she answered, though I could tell she was struggling with the decision.

“You will. But I need to taste you first,” I told her. She smiled and bit her lip, then nodded in approval and watched me as I began the slow, methodical descent down to her womanhood. I made sure to take my time, spending my time on her breasts and then proceeded down to her womanhood. Once I reached her hips, I slowed down considerably and smiled to myself as I felt her body tense as she anticipated my arrival at her most erogenous of zones.

I slowly continued kissing and teasing her skin with the tip of my tongue until I reached the front of her slit and then surprised her by reaching out with my tongue and hooking her clitoris with it sooner than she had expected due to my slow progress. She gasped and gripped her pillows in her hands and then I could see her eyes go wide again as she looked down at me and realized I had grabbed the backs of her knees and was pushing them up and folding them into her chest. Janelle was relatively flexible, but I knew this was pushing her to her limits in this regard. Still, I was careful and she trembled nervously as I folder her in half until her wet pussy was pointing up directly at my face, open and inviting my tongue.

“You’re gonna guide me, right?” I asked her after lapping her labia delicately. She shivered and stared at me wide eyed, trembling and nervous having been put in such a compromising position, but she nodded in agreement and then I descended on her womanhood, lapping it affectionately and quickly making her scream and grab the back of my head with one hand and pulling me more tightly against her.

It took Janelle a fair while to adapt to being pinned like I had just done for her. Normally, she would just put her legs over my shoulders and spread them wide enough for me to get full access. This position left her essentially at my mercy, and it was clear that she was conflicted by this because on the one side, she was not normally turned on by some of the more aggressive activities some of the other girls always encouraged me to engage in and I could tell she was feeling a little claustrophobic. On the other hand, this new position was giving me the advantage of a much greater vantage point to push all of her hot buttons and the number and intensity of gasps and moans I was getting from her was more than satisfying. She was as encouraging as she normally was in regard to my sensual attentions, and very vocal about how to derive the most amount of pleasure from her.

Once she learned that if she merely pushed back against me I would immediately back off, she began to relax and shortly after that, I was treated to her first orgasm of the evening. Normally, Janelle preferred to take a break following each climax, but this time I pressed on and I couldn’t help but smile to myself when I felt her entire body shaking beneath me.

I worked particularly hard this evening to bath her clitoris in near constant affection, a petite pointed little nub in comparison to say Julie’s clit. Most of the other girls it was a case of steadily building up intensity and force as I ate her out, and generally speaking, my tongue just didn’t have the raw power to overwhelm them in the same manner I could do with I was manually getting her off. Janelle, though, was much more sensitive in this regard and even using my tongue, it was a matter of speed and precision with Janelle, over burying my face in and devouring her whole.

Janelle’s second climax came on unexpectedly and she bucked and twisted spastically as I powered through her intense orgasm, which I am proud to say bought me a third one that was triggered following the second.

I was more than happy to continue, and much to my surprise, Janelle grabbed my head with both hands and pushed her legs free of my grip with surprising force. I think that she meant to push me free due to her sensory overload, but instead she pulled me in even harder as her screams intensified and grew louder as she squeezed her thighs against the sides of my head and pressed her heels into my back.

She struggled and it was all I could do to keep from laughing as she pressed me so hard against her pussy that my teeth were beginning to hurt. I, of course, used this to my advantage to the best of my ability and lapped her labia and clitoris as fast as I could, and though I was certainly making progress, Janelle was completely lost in the moment and overloaded to the point that she was no longer offering me any of the guidance she had been providing up to this point was gone and she simply twitch and tremored against my face randomly.

We remained like this for at least several minutes, and to be honest, it was starting to become rather painful as she squeezed my head with her legs and hands for a while until I could feel her muscles reach their limit and begin to fatigue and then she finally plummeted into a fourth orgasm, one where every muscle in her body seemed to lock up and that went on into one long, continuous scream until there was no air in her longs and said scream petered out into a stuttering gasp and then finally, she collapsed in a heap, completely spent.

I finally was able to lift my gaze from her hips and grin at her wheezing above me while I contemplated whether to begin anew and see if I could push her higher. I think it’s obvious what I was going to choose, but as soon as she felt me approach her womanhood again, she grabbed frantically at my face and arms and pulled on me, desperate to separate me from her sex. “No more, no more, no more,” she gasped, though she was half laughing as she did so.

I was a little disappointed, but I followed her lead once more and crawled up to join her, while she looked at the excess of womanly fluids glistening around my mouth. “I’m all over your face,” she laughed and then grabbed her shirt and wiped me clean before curling up in my arms again to recover.

We lay like this for quite a while, the clock slowly ticking away in the background. I felt her relax slowly and sigh as she buried her face in my chest and she released all of the air in her lungs as I petted her mane. As relaxed as she was, however, I could tell she was fully awake and her mind at a near run.

“You okay?” I asked her after giving her more than enough time to speak up on her own.

“Just thinking.”

“About?”

She took a long pause and I waited, though she took long enough to answer me that I was starting to become uncomfortable. “I was kinda surprised by how much Lisa shrank.”

“Only a few inches,” I pointed out.

“Maybe to you. But I’m taller than her now. It’s freaky.”

“Not the first time we’ve seen that happen, though,” I pointed out.

“She seems so tiny compared to before. It’s not the same when you’re already bigger than her. It’s different when you go from being shorter to taller than her.”

“It’s been a tough transition for her,” I admitted.

“She said you think she’s sexier now after she shrank,” Janelle said. There was something disquieting about the tone of her voice. I separated her from my chest so I could look her in the eyes. “I thought you were into tall girls. But now she’s so tiny.”

“I am turned on by tall women, but I wish you wouldn’t read so much into that.”

“Were you turned on when you saw me after my last spurt?”

“Janelle, I don’t want you to change. I don’t want you taller, I don’t want you to shrink anymore. I didn’t want Lisa to shrink at all. What I said to Lisa was true, but it was more about how she acted after she recovered from her spurt.”

“If I had a five inch spurt like she did, I would only be 4’9”. That’s like child sized.”

“With all the adult curves,” I reminded her with a smirk.

“But if I did have a spurt like that, would you be more turned on by me too?”

“Are you asking because you’re afraid I am more turned on by Lisa than you, or because you want to feel like you would still be beautiful to me even if you had a spurt that big?”

“Both,” she admitted soberly. I sighed and thought about my answer.

“I’ll tell you a secret,” I said to her. She perked up and leaned little further up to listen. “I can’t help but ask myself which of you I could live with more than the others and ask who I would choose if I could only have one.”

“Who would it be?”

“I’m having a hard time with that. You’re all… very good in your own right. I’m struggling. When you were out of town, I was starting to feel like I would say Julie, but now that you’re back and I’m with you again, I don’t know about that. I said what I said to Lisa because she is feeling really inadequate right now, having had such a big spurt. It’s true, but this whole shrinking spurt thing means I really have to be careful about what I say and when. But no, I’m not more into Lisa now because she had such a big spurt.”

“I didn’t think Julie would be the head of the pack,” Janelle admitted.

“Well, the head of the pack would be you and Julie.”

“Why Julie, though? I mean, she’s kinda… abrasive.”

“She’s a really strong woman. A guy can’t help but be attracted to a strong woman, spurts or not.”

“And I’m the opposite of that,” she grumbled.

“You’re definitely strong in your own way. I don’t know what you’ve been through because you won’t talk to me about it, but it must have been bad,” I told her. She didn’t respond and she merely stared into my chest again at the mention of her past. “But you take it and you own it quietly and I just have this feeling that you have been to hell and back again. I dunno; I think that makes you pretty strong.”

Janelle swallowed hard and then curled up in my arms again.

“When Lisa and Julie told us about the threesome, I tried to deflect it by telling them that I told you how I feel about you,” she confided. “I got in a lot of trouble.”

“What? Why?” I asked back. I was honestly incensed by that statement.

“Because no one is supposed to get special time with you and we’re not supposed to try to get your for ourselves. We’ve got rules on what we’re allowed to say and how much time each of us spends with you.”

“I shouldn’t have ever let it get this far,” I complained.

“Well, it sucks, because we’re not just trying to find a boyfriend. We need someone who will take care of us all when we’re too small. I mean, I guess it made sense at the time, but I just had… to tell you.”

“And that’s why if you wanted to just go it alone, just the two of us, I would do it right here and now,” I told her, hoping this would nudge her. Unfortunately, she seemed stuck as usual and only lay there in silence with me. Not what I wanted to hear, but at least she wasn’t scolding me like I’d gotten from others.

It took Janelle a while, but once she’d had enough time, she began kissing my collarbone ever so gently, another subtle sign that she was ready for more lovemaking. I tipped her head back and kissed her and she rolled over onto her back, inviting me to follow her, and before long, she had wrapped her legs around my waist and she was purring as I rubbed my hips against hers as she warmed up again.

Our bodies seemed to meld together and we kissed until I felt her squeeze my waist and guide me backwards until I was lined up according to her needs and then she sighed contentedly as she squeezed my butt and pulled, guiding me inside of her gradually.

Like most of our sessions together, this lovemaking was soft and gentle. No wild orgasms or positions, though she had a couple of gentle climaxes. Our bodies simply pressed against each other and I moved myself in and out of her slowly, but with the pressure of my weight for minute after minute for the better part of an hour before she felt me tense, squeezed me tightly and sighed as she felt me spill my seed into her womb until I was spent.

When it was all over, we just simply lay there together, her curled up in my arms and lying across me and we both fell asleep like that for the remainder of the night.
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Re: When The Peaches Fell

Post by CKent45 » Fri Jan 01, 2021 10:47 pm

The next morning was straightforward. Janelle and I had a truncated breakfast of coffee and toasted bagels together and then we parted ways, her to work and me to class. In between classes, I was lost in my thoughts while walking the sidewalk in a relatively quiet area when I noticed a neatly folded piece of paper lying on the concrete in my path. I smirked and wondered to myself, and decided to pick it up, given that it seemed a little odd that it would just be sitting there the way it was, precisely in the center of a concrete pad.

When I opened, it, my suspicions were confirmed and I couldn’t help but grin ear to ear. “Remember when you were a kid and you were too nervous to tell the boy you really, really, REALLY liked, so you had to resort to sending notes? 227A.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, and I looked around, and to my left I realized I was standing just down the hill from the Business Management building. I hiked my backpack more securely on my shoulder and made the short trek up and in one of the lesser used doors on the back of the building, and then looked around the corridor. As expected, the rooms were all numbered, 103, 105, 107, 109A…”

I then walked around until I found a staircase and ascended it and had to make a couple turns before I found a room that was numbered 227A where the door was just barely cracked open. I pulled it open and stepped inside to find a small lecture hall that was mostly unlit and Shandra sitting on the edge of the stage where the professor’s podium sat, swinging her legs to and fro and staring at the floor.

As soon as I entered, her head jerked up in alert with her eyes wide, but as soon as she saw who’d stumbled across her, she grinned and I couldn’t help but smile myself as her eyes sparkled for me, even from a distance. I turned and looked as I noticed the door click shut behind me, indicating it was locked, and then looked down to Shandra, who was now standing and waiting for me, so I walked down to meet her and she stood against me, staring me directly in the eyes, but then looked down as she realized I was holding her note between us and up for her, refolded just as I had found it.

She gave me a sly look, then accepted it and opened it when I nodded to her and she laughed almost so hard that she fell over when she read what I’d responded in her little surprise she’d left for me.

“I was never lucky enough to have a goddess write me any notes in grade school.”

I held her up, proud that I’d made her blush from the compliment and when she was able to look me in the eyes again, I preempted her and kissed her. She chirped and then lifted her arms and wrapped them around my neck and we stood there, making out like that for several minutes.

We both went as long as we could without giving in to more primal urges and she stepped back, but only slightly. “I know it’s a little early…” she began tentatively, “but I got you lunch.”

I grinned and then we sat together behind the podium sharing gyros together.

Our conversation was surprisingly light. She told me about her coursework and asked me about mine, though she struggled with all of the technical terms I had related to my fields of study. Mostly, we compared notes on professors, and I wondered if this was more along the lines of what I should be experiencing in terms of a relationship rather than the struggles I’d been having with a half dozen women all at once.

What never came up even once was my time out session that was partially happening with the girls. She never asked and I got the feeling that any time I even considered bringing it up, she knew it and was more interested in diverting the conversation to something else.

Towards the end of the conversation, my curiosity got the better of me, so I just simply asked her, “So, things are kind of hush, hush, but I guess it’s pretty well known that the women’s athletics program is basically a secret operation.” Shandra kind of wagged her head, indicating that made sense to her. “So if you are locked down as much as you say you are, how do you manage to sneak away to rendezvous with me?” I was going for playful, but the expression I got from Shandra was abject shame. “What?” I asked, uncertain how I’d offended her.

“You’ll be mad,” she told me.

“No I won’t,” I assured her.

“Yeah you will be, because it’s fucked up,” she insisted.

“Did you not want to talk about it?” I offered.

“I promised. Everything I can talk about I would tell you.”

“I’m not going to pry,” I added, trying to soften the blow.

“When this all started happening, I didn’t really believe it. My roommate insisted what actually ended up happening was going to happen and I wrote her off as being a tin foil hat nutcase. But little by little, everything she predicted came true. I wanted to fight it, and I even tried to drop out of school to get away from it, but my dad intervened because he doesn’t want me suffering from any more spurts and the school has a contract we all signed that basically gives them full control. Several girls tried to ignore the curfews not that long into what we’ve been living with the last couple years and leave without escorts, and I was going to be one of them, but my roommate convinced me to back down and not go with when some of the other girls made a stand. They were basically locked in their rooms for a couple months straight other than to go to the minimum classes necessary or to practice. Some of the girls weren’t in sports at that time of the year, so they weren’t allowed out at all and all of them had their roommates moved out too.”

“Solitary confinement?” I asked, shocked.

“Amber, my roommate, made me swear to do everything she said, because that was the only way we’d get any freedom back at all. So I let them all go through this on their own and that was when Jenna told me what she had in mind.”

“And what was that?”

“Well, we can sneak out because we’re the enforcers in the dorms,” she answered, unable to make eye contact any longer.

“What do you mean?”

“The women’s volleyball team all got together and decided we would stand with the administration no matter how badly they treated us all and do whatever we could to keep all the other women in line. That’s how we can sneak out. It took us time, but we eventually earned the administration’s trust and we basically run the whisper network that keeps everyone snitching on each other and living in fear.”

I couldn’t say I was mad at her. Shocked was more like it. I couldn’t believe she could do such a thing, but then I thought back to Dr. Jurek’s warnings to me and began to fill in the pieces. “I did some snooping around and I guess this is all paid for by some really wealthy donors?”

“Don’t do any more snooping,” Shandra warned me ominously. “I already know everything you will need to know and I promise I will tell you when I can. Until then… I will just tell you that the last boyfriend that showed up demanding to be allowed to see his girlfriend at the dorm ended up in intensive care. We think he left the school and got some kind of settlement to keep his mouth shut, but a lot of that is just guess work.”

“This isn’t right. It’s beyond fucked up,” I complained to her.

“Just… let me handle it,” she insisted quietly, yet firmly.

“Well, you’re wrong, I guess. I’m not mad at you. I think I understand why you did it, but I guess I just wish you could’ve done it without doing it at everyone else’s expense. I mean, there’s gotta be something we can do.”

“I know I’m keeping things from you, but.. can I trust you?” she asked. Realistically, the answer should have been no. Yes, she was beautiful, she was fun and filled with life, but she was also very off limits and the clandestine nature of our get-togethers really didn’t sit completely well with me. It was exciting, so there was that appeal, but I felt a little like a rabbit in an open field.

There was also the fact that she’d just admitted that she was actively helping in the efforts to control all the same women she herself had described as being essentially slaves or at best trophies.

But in the end, there was just something about Shandra. “Yeah,” I answered. I didn’t really have to think about it very long.

She grinned and leaned up against me and kissed me. “When the time comes, I’ll let you help,” she promised. “Until then, please just don’t get any more involved. I’ve been living with this for three years now, and I just can’t get you up to speed in time on how to navigate all this.”

“I don’t like sitting on the sidelines when you tell me that you and everyone in your dorm is being treated like the athletic department’s property.”

“You want to know the most ironic part?” she asked me with a mischievous look her in eyes.

“What’s that?”

“So, women’s sports have always had less fans, fewer viewers, and I’ll be honest… we just don’t perform as well as the men’s sports. We’ve always been just kinda there and basically tokens. I mean we’re tokens now more than ever, but the Smurfening has had a really weird side effect. You see, we were always just a token side part of the athletic department, but thanks to all the donations that are funding all of the things going on with our teams, there is now a women’s athletic department and a men’s, and the women’s has more money. A lot more money.”

“And all it took was every woman on the planet to start shrinking in spurts randomly,” I joked.

“And a lot of really wealthy people who all want a direct say in how our department is run,” she mentioned with a lot less joviality. “But anyways, I won’t keep you on the side lines, I promise. If you want to help, I definitely need it. I just need you wait for a while.”

“Alright,” I agreed. “And I am guessing that means I will be in the dark until then?”

“Yeah. But hey, I have a question.”

“What’s that?”

“Are you busy tomorrow night? I think I have it worked out that I can sneak out for as long as I want.”

“Do I get to pick you up?” I asked with a little playful raise from my eyebrows.

“No,” she grinned, but I got a sweet kiss for my question. “See you at your place?”

“Yeah,” I agreed.

“You know… this is number four,” she teased me as she tucked her arms in and curled up against me, inviting me to wrap my arms around her.

“Well, if things keep going like this, you’re all but guaranteed to lose count,” I teased her. I looked down at her and she smiled, however there was a distant look in her eyes. I didn’t really know how to interpret it, nor did I know what to ask.

“I think I get it,” she commented after a long enough pause to snuggle in my arms.

“Get what?” I asked.

“Why you wanted to wait. I mean, besides your other… thing. That they’re getting their distance from you.”

“That’s not a good enough answer?”

“Life sucks ever since this thing started. It’s so miserable. There’s no fun, there’s no getting together with friends anymore; it’s all just been ruined. And for the first time since I grew boobs, I can just sit here and have fun with you and not have to worry about sex. I missed just being close to someone so much.”

“I can only imagine,” I comforted her. She tipped her head up and smirked at me.

“I’m not going to make the move,” she warned me with a mischievous smile. “I already came on to you.”

“What happened to just enjoying ourselves and having fun?”

“I won’t let it get in the way of that,” she promised and then she curled up a little more tightly in my arms and snuggled.

We stayed for as long as she had time and then departed out separate entrances to go to our respective destinations. Once I was back in the science center, I found myself sitting and staring out the window at a sea of bare, leafless trees. I guess I was a little conspicuous, because before long, Dr. Jurek showed up beside me and looked out along with me. After I looked to acknowledge her, she spoke, without looking directly at me.

“More romantic troubles?” she asked me. “Or are you just worried about Janelle?”

“A little of all of the above,” I answered her. “I won’t be seeing Janelle for a little while. The other girls gave a waver for our little time out, but now I won’t be seeing her for a bit.”

“Aren’t you worried? With her being on the edge of another spurt and all?”

“Definitely. I’m not allowed to be around any of them when it happens, though.”

Dr. Jurek sighed heavily and shook her head. “And why not?” she wanted to know.

“Because it’s a girl thing and a guy can’t understand what it’s like,” I explained. “That’s what part of the fight is about. I went to see one just after a spurt and I guess I wasn’t allowed to. I just wanted to help her out, but she didn’t really handle it the best and… anyways, men don’t have a place there when a spurt happens.”

Dr. Jurek shook her head and looked down at her own hands, and I could tell I was seeing a much more personal side of her again, rather than the mentor I’d come to rely upon. “When I finally have my first spurt, do you have any idea what I would give to have someone I cared about and trusted there to help me out?”

“You don’t think it would be humiliating to have a man watch you shrink like that?”

“Of course I would,” she answered straightforwardly. “But that is what it means to have someone in your life. I’ve seen what happens to women who go through it alone and they are emotional wrecks. I guess I’ve come to the conclusion that maybe everyone is going about this the wrong way. If you care about Janelle, then I think she should let you be there for her. If she’s experienced them before, then what does she have to lose?”

“I’ve noticed how… insecure? Inadequate each one feels after a spurt. Even if it’s just a little one.”

“Those are commonly reported experiences,” she answered me.

“The girl I went to just after her spurt, she tried to seduce me when I saw her, even though she was obviously not in the mood. She just wasn’t herself at all and it was like she was trying to prove she wasn’t… I dunno…”

“Also commonly reported for spurts,” she answered me. “What do you think you should do when spurt happens?”

“I want to be there,” I told her frankly. “I have no idea what I can do to make it better, but I at least want to be able to try. I’ve seen women have spurts in public and every time they look like they are having the worst day of their lives. When I saw Lisa after her spurt, it was kind of like that, but actually talking to her, it was like she wasn’t all there. Do you know anything about why that might be?”

“It’s extremely difficult to get those kinds of measurements and technical observations on a subject that’s shrinking while you’re trying to record the changes,” Dr. Jurek explained. “And there are some… other events occurring that make measurements difficult.”

“Like what?”

“Like the kind that you will need to stay in the program to learn about. I’m not just going to dump all of my knowledge into you just to have you drop out.”

“What do I do with Janelle?”

“Keep her stress levels down,” Dr. Jurek answered. “And be there for her as much as you can.”

“Let me ask you something personal,” I said and looked at her, but she continued to stare out the window without looking back at me.

“It depends on how personal,” she determined after some thought.

“Are you on the same regiment as the women’s athletes?”

“No,” she answered back. “I’m on another program. Each program has… up sides and down sides, and some are a little more advanced than others. One of the benefits to being on one of the projects. You get to see the results of each treatment and the data behind them because they all collaborate and you can choose which treatment best fits in.”

“But they only stall the inevitable.”

“Correct,” she answered me. “And some with consequences.”

“What kind of consequences? Like… more intense spurts?”

“We call them CCE’s. Catastrophic Contraction Events. Major spurts, big spurts or things like that just sound wrong when you’re talking about getting smaller. But yes, some of the more effective methods of stalling an event increase the likelihood of a CCE. Others have… an increased risk of other side effects. We can talk about those some other time. It’s nothing gross or overly sci-fi, though.”

“What side effects does your regiment have?” I asked.

“Scientific curiosity?” she asked with a distant smile.

“Personal concern.” She shook her head at me and looked up at me, and for a second I thought she was going to scold me about being too cozy with her as a professor, but something in my face made her pause and she stared at me and then led me back to her office where I sat across from her and she gathered her thoughts.

“Brendan, I am growing more than a little concerned about how dependant you’re becoming on me,” she informed me calmly.

“Well, at least you didn’t accuse me of something untoward again,” I teased.

“I’m serious,” she told me firmly.

“So am I. I don’t know if I’m too dependent on you, Dr. Jurek. Honestly, I’m not really sure I care at this point. You’ve been my best professor by far, you’ve been an incredible mentor to me, and you’re one of the few people in this world left I can trust. I feel like I can trust you as much as Caitlyn.”

Dr. Jurek sat back and looked at me with some surprise. I’d mentioned Caitlyn and how important she was to me because of our friendship and how we continued to stay in touch. With luck, I would be seeing her again for Christmas soon, and I’d mentioned that in passing during lab sessions to her, so she was very aware of how important she was to me.

“That’s very high praise,” she admitted with a soft smile.

“I’m worried about you. I know you live alone, you spend almost all your time here at work and you don’t seem to have many people to lean on when you need help. And now your tell me that treatment plans that delay spurts come with side effects, and I’m worried about you. I’m not going to apologize for that.”

Dr. Jurek smiled and looked off to the side at her corkboard and considered my comments before she addressed them. “Maybe we could have a little quid pro quo,” she suggested with a smirk.

“That phrase doesn’t usually come up unless it’s something immoral,” I teased back.

“Remove your mind from the gutter, please,” she joked with me. “It’s simple: you tell me a little about what I want to know and I will tell you.”

“Fair enough. But what could I possibly know that would be of interest to you?”

“I warned you about what I thought the women you have been seeing might be up to. Have you been taking my warnings seriously?”

“Yes,” I answered directly.

“How seriously?”

“It actually came up a couple days before you and I talked about it. They’re calling it a harem. And yes, they are angling for one, or at least they’re exploring the idea.”

“I’m surprised,” she remarked with a certain level of fascination. “From what I’ve read, women try to bring in a few more than just three to make those kinds of things work.”

“There are six women that I’ve been tangled up with, not three,” I shared, instantly causing her jaw to drop. “Janelle, Lisa, Rebecca, Yvonne, Lana and Julie. Julie is basically the leader of the group, but I think they’re having a bit of a power struggle right now and that’s the main reason I’m on time out.” Dr. Jurek stared at me slack jawed. “I didn’t tell you because at the time you made it sound like the less you actually knew, the better.”

“Six of them,” she remarked, utterly shocked.

“Yeah, and it’s really frustrating.”

“I would say so,” she agreed, still wide eyed.

“It happened just how I told you. I was on the rebound and they made it sound like it was just for fun, and they encouraged me to play the field. Almost all of them are playing the field still too. I pushed Julie hard on an actual relationship a couple days before you warned me and she finally let it slip what they were going for and what their idea of a serious relationship would look like.”

“Six of them,” she remarked again, still astounded.

“I also… didn’t want to tell you the real number because I knew you’d be disappointed in me.” The look of shock on her face faded and she looked at the shame on my face with much more sympathy.

“I’m not disappointed in you. I’m just… well, I’ll admit that you were a lot less conspicuous than I’d given you credit for.”

“It was a good wake up call when you warned me. I told them about what moving to a harem would mean for my academic career. I know Julie and Lisa are worried about it. I don’t know about the others. I don’t understand how you couldn’t be disappointed in me, though. I’m sleeping with six different women at once.”

“What about the new girl? The student on campus?”

“I wanted to take things slower with her. Maybe get a real relationship and do it right because I’m wondering if it’s better than trying to fix this other thing. I’m not happy with what sex has done to my life, so I kinda want to take a step back a bit.”

Dr. Jurek smiled at me and leaned her chin on the palm of her hand while resting her elbow on her desk. “I’m not disappointed in you,” she assured me. “A few years ago? Yes, I would be. But the truth of the matter is that things have changed that much.”

“I was really hurting when Brooke left me. It wasn’t very long ago that I realized that… well, I think I’ve finally healed from it. But I can’t keep going like this. It’s really confusing feeling like this for several women at once and it’s really stressful, and I feel like I’m just overloaded with everything going on. I liked it better when I was just friends with each of them. With.. the girl on campus, it’s a lot simpler.”

“Does she not have a name?”

“I’m pretty sure she wants me to keep it to myself,” I answered back. Dr. Jurek nodded and considered everything and I waited for her to speak.

“I’ll be honest with you. I’m not disappointed with you because if I had a pod, or a harem as you’re calling it, I could fall back on, I would do it without even thinking twice. I’m not looking forward to living in a world that’s twice as big to me in every direction. If that means sharing, I think I would just do it.”

“This is a really messed up world we live in,” I said, shaking my head. Dr. Jurek was forced to agree.

“Well, I certainly learned more than I had expected,” she confided, pondering all of the ramifications of my revelations. “As far as your questions, I was careful to pick a treatment that worked best for my body chemistry. I’m one of a lucky group of women who there are more effective treatments for, so I have a lower risk of side effects. Even so, though, I was on some of the earliest treatment programs, so I had to factor that into choosing my new treatment regiment. If we’re just going by statistics, I should be able to delay my first spurt for a few years yet and when it comes, it should be a normal spurt of an inch or two. We’re talking about statistics and odds, though, so I still need to be conscientious about what I’m doing and when. As for when the event actually occurs? The best thing you can do is enter that self-hypnosis state I taught Janelle. There is a build up that happens physiologically, and stress is the biggest factor in triggering an actual event. I have actually been on the edge of an event a couple times already, and I used that technique to stall it off.”

“So you can just hypnotize yourself into not having a spurt?”

“No,” she answered flatly. “It doesn’t work like that. You need to have the other things I sent you two home with in place as well and it’s not so much stopping the spurt as it is… redirecting the force so that it doesn’t trigger an event.”

“What kind of force are we talking about here?”

“I’m not going into that right now. Actually, I don’t even have the full answers. My point is that I have spurts as well in hand as can be. I should be safe from one for some time yet. Now, the athletes you’ve somehow found an in with? They are using an aggressive plan that we first tested in the projects that had promise, but we discovered it came at a price. It’s highly successful at stopping any spurts for very long periods of time, but there is a build up in the system as that treatment stops events from occurring over and over again. In the end, it loses effectiveness over time, and once that effectiveness is gone, you can expect those women to more often than not have a steady stream of spurts over relatively short periods of time. No one has to date reported any CCE’s after being on that treatment program, but what they are finding with it that women who started it a couple years ago are starting to experience average spurts every few weeks or so.”

“So they’re only keeping their heights long enough to get through college and then they start slowly shrinking constantly?”

“Yes,” Dr. Jurek shared. I sat in horror as I considered the ramifications for Shandra and wondered if she even knew what lay ahead for her in the not so distant future. I realized that not long after graduation, she would likely be cut off from this treatment and then I would watch as not long after that I would be an inch taller than her instead of equal heights, then by the next month, two inches, and by the end of the year I could see her descend down to average height for a woman, perhaps less. If we remained together, within a year, she could be half way between four and five feet. No wonder Shandra had such a carpe diem philosophy and kept reminding me that life was short. Soon enough, so too would she be.

“No more questions right now,” she told me. “I’m fine, and I’m as safe from a spurt as I can be for the time being.”

“I’m glad,” I told her genuinely.
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Re: When The Peaches Fell

Post by MrWitness » Sat Jan 02, 2021 8:41 am

So many female threads popped up in your story that I keep thinking about when a new character will come out! But even if that were not the case, you already have tons of exciting story opportunities. Well done!

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Re: When The Peaches Fell

Post by Knightstable » Wed Jan 20, 2021 2:38 pm

I love this twist! I cant wait to see Shandra start to steadily shrink. Great work as usual. :D

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