Ellie
Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2020 11:48 pm
Hello! This is my first attempt at writing a story, and I decided to post it here for some feedback. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Chapter 1
(M/f, NSFW)
"Ellie?" I heard Danny call from beyond the bedroom door. From the sound of it, he was in the kitchen, or maybe the living room.
"I said, just a minute!" I felt a pang of regret as the words sounded harsher than I had intended. I sighed inwardly, dropping my head back down to the mattress. I was laying face-up, watching the ceiling fan rotate in a sort of after-work decompression ritual. Work had been stressful lately, but I shouldn't make Danny feel like he's my stress outlet. I'd find a way to make it up to him later.
I kicked off my heels and lay there silently for several minutes, enjoying the feeling of stretching out on the mattress after a day spent on my feet. A stray lock of pale blonde hair tickled my nose, and I blew it away absently, my unfocused eyes looking through the ceiling. I stretched my arms out over my head, luxuriating in the small amount of alone-time that I would have for the day.
As if on cue, I heard a soft knock at the door. I closed my eyes, preparing myself to be pulled out of my reverie, then heard the door slide open over the carpet.
"I figured you could use a glass." I opened my eyes and looked over, seeing Danny holding a glass of wine in each hand. "I opened a bottle of your favorite," he said with a tentative smile.
"I thought we were saving those for special occasions," I said as I sat up and reached for a glass. He visibly relaxed as he reached out with a glass to meet my hand.
"Well, you seem like you could use it."
I let a thankful smile reach my lips as I studied his face for a moment. I decided that his concern was genuine, probably caused by my tone when I had called back to him. I reached out to his forehead, using two fingers to push back a curl of dirty-blond hair that was hanging down. He had grown it longer than he usually kept it, but I still thought that it would look better if he let it grow even longer.
"Look, I'm sorry if it sounded like I snapped at you earlier. I didn't mean it that way." I took a sip of my wine. I closed my eyes as I savored the taste. Mmm, he was right. I did need this.
"Don't worry," he said, as he sat next to me on the bed. He held his glass in is right hand as he slid his left around my waist and gave me a one-armed hug. "I know you've been stressed lately." I took a larger sip of wine as he turned slightly to look at me more squarely. "If you need anything," he said, "you can tell me. Even if it's time by yourself."
"It's not that I don't want to spend time with you. I do want to. It's just..." I searched for a delicate way to state this, the way that would be least likely to hurt his feelings. "Just that I relax best when I'm alone."
I took another large sip of my wine, suddenly realizing that I was already feeling its effects. I became very aware of his hand on my hip, touching my skin just above my skirt. I tilted my hips back, feeling an arousal awakening within me. I put my hand over his, guiding it back and forth in a slow caress.
"Oh, so now you want company?" He smiled gently as he leaned in to kiss my neck. He knew what I liked. He planted a pair of soft kisses before scraping his teeth gently on my earlobe. “I always thought that this was what relaxed you best,” he said softly in my ear. Touché.
I drank from my wine glass again, noting that there was only about a third of it left. I eyed the glass for a second, then downed the rest. I had something else on my mind now.
I stood up, leaving his embrace long enough to place my wine glass on my dresser. I turned around to see that Danny was on his feet, as well. He stepped toward me, raising a hand to my cheek. I closed my eyes in response, anticipating, then feeling the electricity of his fingers on my skin. That wine was having more impact than I expected.
I usually loved our coy foreplay, but just didn’t have the patience for it tonight. I lunged in to kiss him full on the lips, letting my hands roam around his body, and feeling his on mine in return. I intensified my kiss, noticing that I had involuntarily started rubbing my pelvis slowly up and down on his thigh. I felt his left hand slide down and firmly grip my butt, sending a surge of sexual energy through me.
I broke our kiss and pushed him back a step, gasping for breath after our ferocious kiss. God, I hadn't been this aroused in ages. In one practiced motion, I slid my top over my head, exposing my plain white bra. I tugged upwards on the bottom of his shirt, signaling for him to do the same. He grinned at me as he obliged, and I slid my skirt down off my hips while he did.
I watched his body undulate as he took off his shirt, admiring what I found. He wasn't muscular, but he was fit, and he had been working to get more definition for months now. It was finally starting to pay dividends. I looked into his deep brown eyes as I reached for his chest, sliding my palms slowly up over his shoulders before crossing them behind his neck. He reached around my waist, pulling my hips into him as we kissed again.
The touch of his skin on my stomach sent another surge through me, and made me aware of the cloth that prevented my breasts from also feeling his skin. It was a frustration that I quickly remedied, reaching behind me to undo the clasp and letting my bra fall to the floor. I immediately moved forward, squishing my breasts against his chest. I shivered involuntarily at the contact.
I leaned into Danny harder, feeling my arousal build still further. This was exactly what I needed. I planted small kisses on his shoulder as I felt his hands caress up and down my back. My kisses moved downward, across his chest, then down his stomach to his navel.
"Hmm, what are you looking for?" he asked teasingly, as if he didn't know exactly what I wanted. I looked up to see him smiling broadly at me. "Just looking for what belongs to me," I responded in an equally playful tone. I undid his jeans and pulled them down, along with his boxer briefs.
Danny was more aroused than I had realized, with his cock now standing nearly at full attention. I smiled, leaning in so that I could lick it lightly. It jumped upwards in response, making me smile with satisfaction. I was trying to make this erotic, but I wasn't sure whether I could restrain myself for much longer. I reached my right hand down to my panties, feeling that they were already soaked through. My left hand went to his cock, softly stroking it as I gently took the head in my mouth.
I slowly worked my tongue around his head, feeling a slight but noticeable stiffening as I did. I pressed my hand to my panty-covered clit, rubbing slowly in circular motions as my arousal built even higher. I whimpered around his cock as my hips involuntarily pushed my clit harder into my fingers.
Enough. I needed to be filled, and couldn't stand to wait any longer. Normally, I liked to draw out the foreplay, but tonight my need was too strong, too urgent. I slid my panties down as I stood up, grabbing his hard member and pulling him toward the bed. I turned into him, grabbing him with both hands as I leaned backwards onto the welcoming mattress. I pulled him between my legs, hoping that he didn't feel like teasing me tonight.
I was in luck. I felt his head slide up and down my nether lips twice, then slowly slide into my entrance. "Yes!" I gasped as I felt my pussy spread to accommodate him. I crossed my legs behind his back, trying to pull him in deeper. But I couldn't overpower him, and he was determined to take it slow. I worked my hips side to side in response, trying to draw him in deeper. "Please!" I moaned. He leaned into me, kissing my neck as he slowly pushed into me, causing a ripple of sensation that was somehow both amazing and not nearly enough. I bit my lip as I whimpered pathetically, willing him to move faster, relishing every instant but desperate for more. Then I moaned loudly as I felt his body touch my clit, signaling that he had penetrated me completely. I pulled hard with my legs, letting him know that I wanted to stay here for a moment, slowly moving my hips to rub my clit against him. I hadn't realized just how wet I was, but I could feel it dripping down my ass and onto the bed.
When I relaxed, he pulled back, increasing his speed slightly. Yes! The sensation sent me still higher, and I reached down with a hand to rub my clit. But he saw my intention, and lightly grabbed my wrist, preventing me from attending to my own need. "Nuh-uh, you can't do that yet." I groaned in frustration; I didn’t want to be teased this time. My hips moved of their own accord, searching for the contact that my clit demanded. Danny pressed down on my stomach with his other hand, stifling my attempts. He let me writhe in pleasure and agony for a few moments, taking his time, seemingly reveling in his control over me. Then he brushed my clit with a thumb, sending a powerful jolt through my body, my back arching and muscles tensing. I felt myself clamp down on Danny’s cock, and he took the opportunity to thrust himself deep inside me, up to the hilt. The sudden, perfectly-timed shock was more than I could bear, yet somehow still didn’t bring the orgasm that I sought.
My eyes met Danny’s, silently pleading, and I knew that he could see my desperate yearning. I anticipated his accelerated thrusts, welcoming my imminent climax. But instead, Danny withdrew, and I heard a wordless cry escape my throat as my impending orgasm began to recede. “Danny!” My voice was almost a whine. “Don’t stop....”
He turned me over expertly, and I rose to my hands and knees, one hand working its way toward my lower lips as I did so. But Danny was too quick, and grabbed my wrist before I could pleasure myself, pulling it behind my back. He then did the same with my other wrist, holding them both behind me with one strong hand, leaving my face buried in the blanket. I felt him stroke up and down my pussy with his cock, and I shuddered when it touched my clit, causing the heat inside me to rise suddenly once again. He lined up his head with my entrance, and buried himself inside me with a single hard thrust, causing my insides to liquefy with the sudden glorious invasion. I shrieked involuntarily, my thighs shaking.
"Sorry, I thought that's what you wanted."
"No, keep doing that!" He wasted no time, pulling back and slamming home again, even harder this time. His balls slapped against my clit, causing me to squeal again, the heat inside me turning incandescent. "Yes! Keep going!" I was so close to orgasm, I couldn't stand it. He thrust into me repeatedly, and I felt my toes curl as the sensations drove me over the edge.
"Fuck! Yes! Fuck!" Each thrust elicited an outburst from me, the pleasure spiraling higher and higher. "Yes! I'm coming! OH MY GO–” My voice gave out as my hips started to buck uncontrollably. My vision became useless and my legs gave out, leaving me held up only by Danny’s grasp. He kept his hips pressed against mine, preventing my inner muscles from pushing him out. My senses were all misfiring as my orgasm roared through me. The only outside sensations that came through were Danny's startled "Whoa!" and an increased pressure inside my pussy, feeling like I was being stretched more than usual.
I found myself gasping into the comforter as my senses began to return. The corner of my mouth was wet from a small pool of saliva that I had left, and my knees were dangling in the air as Danny held me up with both hands now, having let go of my wrists. Those were secondary concerns though, because I could feel that Danny's cock was definitely bigger inside me.
"I guess you liked that, did you?" I taunted at him, wiggling my hips gently, trembling slightly as the movement produced sparks inside of me. I felt like I was dangling in the air, no longer pressed to Danny’s hips, so I hooked my feet around his thighs for better stability. "God, I've never felt you this big." I started to push my shoulders up off the bed, but my arms weren't cooperating. I didn't mind all that much, given the circumstances. I was perfectly content to have my face in the mattress while Danny railed me with his newfound size.
I yelped as he started to pull backwards. Okay, maybe "railed" was a little ambitious. "Oooh! Go slooooow," I stretched out the last syllable as he reduced his speed, causing me to shiver. God, that was intense. "Yesss, like that. Just don't stop."
I felt a small moan escape my lips when he changed direction and started back in. Several more escaped on the way, then, just as I became sure that I’d never felt him this deep before, I felt him bottom out in my pussy. This was a new sensation, and one that I wasn't sure about, but the idea of him filling me so completely sent another wave of arousal through my body.
Danny increased his speed only slightly, but it was enough to drive me even higher. My knees were still in the air from the way he was holding my hips up, and I felt my wetness drip down my stomach. I knew I wouldn't last much longer before I had another massive orgasm. I reached down to my clit, and was shocked to find that there was hardly any space between my clit and his cock. What was going on there? He must've been HUGE!
The touch of my finger on my clit, combined with the idea of his now-enormous cock inside of me, sent me reeling over the edge again. I felt my knees fly back and forth in the air as my hips rocked uncontrollably, dimly aware that I was letting out an uneven, high-pitched wail. Every muscle in my body spasmed, and I felt my pussy try to push Danny out, but his massive girth was unyielding inside me. My hands clawed at the blankets uncontrollably, and my vision swam with indescribable colors.
Then my mind shattered.
All of my senses were still foggy when I felt a sharp, intense pain. It was inside my pussy, like I was being stretched even more – too far. I reflexively planted my feet on Danny's thighs and pushed myself away, then let the fog reclaim me.
I wasn’t sure how long I lay there, waiting for the pieces of my mind to fall back into place. As awareness started to return, I looked around for Danny, and saw his blurry shape off to my right. My vision was starting to clear, so I decided to take a look at his cock to find out exactly what it was I had felt during that orgasm. I recoiled at what I saw.
His cock was gargantuan! Still erect, it was longer than my forearm and hand together – it had to be almost two feet long! No wonder I had felt like I was bursting. What was going on with him? I chuckled as I imagined how ridiculous a cock this size would look on Danny's frame. I shifted my gaze to his thighs and stomach, and...it didn't look ridiculous. In fact, it looked exactly in proportion.
What the hell was going on? I pushed myself upright on my knees, looking across to find Danny's face, only to find myself looking directly at his navel. I looked up to see him towering above me, looking down with a bemused expression.
I rubbed my eyes and shook my head slightly. That was impossible. I looked again, but he was still a giant. This...couldn't be. He must’ve been 15 feet tall!
"What the fuck? What happened to you?" I stood up on the bed to get a better look. But the view wasn't much better; in fact, the ceiling still looked far away, even with me standing upright on the bed. I looked to the side, and saw that my eye level was below the top surface of my dresser.
No. Oh, no. I felt my stomach twist as the realization hit. He hadn't gotten bigger.
I had gotten smaller.
Chapter 2
(M/f, NSFW)
One foot, ten inches.
I was one foot and ten fucking inches tall.
Well, one foot and 9½ inches, according to Danny, but I was rounding up. I had demanded that he measure my height, a decision that I was coming to regret as I began to fixate on the numbers. I paced quickly back and forth on the bed, struggling to make sense of the situation. My normal height was five feet even, so now I was just over one-third of that. Danny always liked to say that I was actually 4’ 11½”, but that was horseshit. Not that I was sensitive about it or anything.
I stopped pacing when I felt my left hand on my clit again, my hips pushing forward of their own volition, a shockwave spreading instantly through my body. Wow, my button was hypersensitive tonight. I hadn't intended to touch myself, but I was finding myself to be insatiable, and my hands seemed to wander whenever I didn't actively keep them in place. How could I still be horny? That should have been the last thing on my mind, but it was a constant struggle to think of anything other than pleasuring myself. That, and one-foot-ten.
"Still? You're such a little minx." I heard Danny's amused voice from off to my right. I avoided looking at him, remembering the visceral shock that I still felt each time I did.
"I don't know why, I can't help it. I don't remember wine ever making me this horny before." My voice sounded infuriatingly petulant in my own ears.
"Don't worry, I have an idea." I looked sideways at Danny, who was kneeling next to the bed so that his face was at my level. I knew before I looked that I would feel a shock again from the wrongness of it, but I still had force myself not to step backward as my mind tried to reconcile his familiar face with its unfamiliar size.
"A way to get me back to normal?" I asked hopefully, knowing how unlikely it was, but still searching for a way out of this situation.
"Well, no.... But I think you'll like it anyway." He reached toward me with one hand, lifting me off the comforter before I could react. His massive fingers were long enough to reach around my back, and his thumb rested just below my right breast. His grip was gentler than I expected, but I still didn't like being handled without any warning. He pulled me toward him, then laid me down on my back at the edge of the bed.
"Danny, what are you doing? I think we should call a doctor or–” I cut off as he tilted my legs above me, leaning me backwards onto my shoulders, then spread my legs apart to expose my still-wet pussy. I tried to resist his motions, but it felt like trying to resist a locomotive, even though he only used a thumb and one finger to hold each of my ankles. He lowered his mouth between my legs, and I felt the blood rushing toward my nether region as his intentions became clear. But wait, the last time I shrank, it was during my–
I completely lost my train of thought when I felt his tongue brush against my lips. My response was explosive, and for a moment I thought that I would orgasm on the spot. My hips arched upward as a high-pitched gasp escaped my throat. I always loved Danny's tongue, but this was magical. Its surface was still soft and yielding, but I could also feel the unmistakable strength underneath. I heard the numbers in my head again: one-foot-ten. I couldn’t let myself orgasm, or I might become even smaller. I tried to pull away from Danny’s face, but it was a useless effort. He sucked gently on my lips, and the heat in my pussy became an inferno as my defenses crumbled away.
I planted my hands on either side of his nose, trying to get any leverage that I could as I squirmed against his searching tongue. He leaned me further backwards, then tilted his head, bringing his tongue into contact with the entire length of my slit. That was something I'd never felt before. I rocked my hips quickly back and forth, my breath coming in short whimpers as I furiously tried to bring myself to orgasm on his hot flesh, my earlier resistance now forgotten.
I didn't have to wait long. Danny let my hips down slightly before focusing on my clit, driving me even wilder. Then I felt an enormous finger at my slick entrance, and nervously looked up as I felt it slide inward. I heard my own low, ragged moan as my pussy adjusted and I felt myself nearing the precipice. His finger was now bigger than his dick normally was!
Danny's giant finger started to recede as he refocused his attention on my tiny clit. His massive tongue undulated faster than seemed possible for something of that size and strength. It was enough to send me over the edge, screaming in release. The outside world faded away as I was carried in a torrent, only vaguely aware that Danny had released his grip on me.
When awareness returned, I was curled in the fetal position, occasional aftershocks still wracking my body. I decided to just enjoy the afterglow for a while.
But then my eyes shot open as an urgent question entered my mind. When I shrank before, it was during an orgasm. Was I even smaller now?
I stood up shakily, trying to gauge the size of the room around me. I stood bent-over for a moment, waiting for the blood to come back to my head before standing fully upright. There wasn't anything nearby that would be useful as a reference. The bed stretched out uncannily far, but I couldn't tell if it was farther than before. The wall, door, and dresser were far enough away that I wasn't sure whether my eye level had changed.
Where was Danny? I looked frantically around for him, knowing that I could use his size to determine for sure whether I had changed again. I found him on the other side of the bed, looking down at a phone in his hand. I raced over as quickly as I could, clambering over the folds in the blanket. At least the mattress didn’t sink very much under my weight now.
I slowed as I neared Danny, my stomach starting to twist again as I saw his size. I was definitely smaller than before – his fingers were now longer than my arms. I sat down in frustration, feeling tears leak from my eyes as I slammed my fists futilely into the mattress. My frustration increased still further when I saw that the blanket barely even moved in response to my tantrum. After a few seconds, Danny’s sudden voice broke my venting session, and I looked up at him.
He was talking into his phone. “Hey Lana. We have a situation over here, and Ellie needs your help.”
Chapter 3 >>
Chapter 1
(M/f, NSFW)
"Ellie?" I heard Danny call from beyond the bedroom door. From the sound of it, he was in the kitchen, or maybe the living room.
"I said, just a minute!" I felt a pang of regret as the words sounded harsher than I had intended. I sighed inwardly, dropping my head back down to the mattress. I was laying face-up, watching the ceiling fan rotate in a sort of after-work decompression ritual. Work had been stressful lately, but I shouldn't make Danny feel like he's my stress outlet. I'd find a way to make it up to him later.
I kicked off my heels and lay there silently for several minutes, enjoying the feeling of stretching out on the mattress after a day spent on my feet. A stray lock of pale blonde hair tickled my nose, and I blew it away absently, my unfocused eyes looking through the ceiling. I stretched my arms out over my head, luxuriating in the small amount of alone-time that I would have for the day.
As if on cue, I heard a soft knock at the door. I closed my eyes, preparing myself to be pulled out of my reverie, then heard the door slide open over the carpet.
"I figured you could use a glass." I opened my eyes and looked over, seeing Danny holding a glass of wine in each hand. "I opened a bottle of your favorite," he said with a tentative smile.
"I thought we were saving those for special occasions," I said as I sat up and reached for a glass. He visibly relaxed as he reached out with a glass to meet my hand.
"Well, you seem like you could use it."
I let a thankful smile reach my lips as I studied his face for a moment. I decided that his concern was genuine, probably caused by my tone when I had called back to him. I reached out to his forehead, using two fingers to push back a curl of dirty-blond hair that was hanging down. He had grown it longer than he usually kept it, but I still thought that it would look better if he let it grow even longer.
"Look, I'm sorry if it sounded like I snapped at you earlier. I didn't mean it that way." I took a sip of my wine. I closed my eyes as I savored the taste. Mmm, he was right. I did need this.
"Don't worry," he said, as he sat next to me on the bed. He held his glass in is right hand as he slid his left around my waist and gave me a one-armed hug. "I know you've been stressed lately." I took a larger sip of wine as he turned slightly to look at me more squarely. "If you need anything," he said, "you can tell me. Even if it's time by yourself."
"It's not that I don't want to spend time with you. I do want to. It's just..." I searched for a delicate way to state this, the way that would be least likely to hurt his feelings. "Just that I relax best when I'm alone."
I took another large sip of my wine, suddenly realizing that I was already feeling its effects. I became very aware of his hand on my hip, touching my skin just above my skirt. I tilted my hips back, feeling an arousal awakening within me. I put my hand over his, guiding it back and forth in a slow caress.
"Oh, so now you want company?" He smiled gently as he leaned in to kiss my neck. He knew what I liked. He planted a pair of soft kisses before scraping his teeth gently on my earlobe. “I always thought that this was what relaxed you best,” he said softly in my ear. Touché.
I drank from my wine glass again, noting that there was only about a third of it left. I eyed the glass for a second, then downed the rest. I had something else on my mind now.
I stood up, leaving his embrace long enough to place my wine glass on my dresser. I turned around to see that Danny was on his feet, as well. He stepped toward me, raising a hand to my cheek. I closed my eyes in response, anticipating, then feeling the electricity of his fingers on my skin. That wine was having more impact than I expected.
I usually loved our coy foreplay, but just didn’t have the patience for it tonight. I lunged in to kiss him full on the lips, letting my hands roam around his body, and feeling his on mine in return. I intensified my kiss, noticing that I had involuntarily started rubbing my pelvis slowly up and down on his thigh. I felt his left hand slide down and firmly grip my butt, sending a surge of sexual energy through me.
I broke our kiss and pushed him back a step, gasping for breath after our ferocious kiss. God, I hadn't been this aroused in ages. In one practiced motion, I slid my top over my head, exposing my plain white bra. I tugged upwards on the bottom of his shirt, signaling for him to do the same. He grinned at me as he obliged, and I slid my skirt down off my hips while he did.
I watched his body undulate as he took off his shirt, admiring what I found. He wasn't muscular, but he was fit, and he had been working to get more definition for months now. It was finally starting to pay dividends. I looked into his deep brown eyes as I reached for his chest, sliding my palms slowly up over his shoulders before crossing them behind his neck. He reached around my waist, pulling my hips into him as we kissed again.
The touch of his skin on my stomach sent another surge through me, and made me aware of the cloth that prevented my breasts from also feeling his skin. It was a frustration that I quickly remedied, reaching behind me to undo the clasp and letting my bra fall to the floor. I immediately moved forward, squishing my breasts against his chest. I shivered involuntarily at the contact.
I leaned into Danny harder, feeling my arousal build still further. This was exactly what I needed. I planted small kisses on his shoulder as I felt his hands caress up and down my back. My kisses moved downward, across his chest, then down his stomach to his navel.
"Hmm, what are you looking for?" he asked teasingly, as if he didn't know exactly what I wanted. I looked up to see him smiling broadly at me. "Just looking for what belongs to me," I responded in an equally playful tone. I undid his jeans and pulled them down, along with his boxer briefs.
Danny was more aroused than I had realized, with his cock now standing nearly at full attention. I smiled, leaning in so that I could lick it lightly. It jumped upwards in response, making me smile with satisfaction. I was trying to make this erotic, but I wasn't sure whether I could restrain myself for much longer. I reached my right hand down to my panties, feeling that they were already soaked through. My left hand went to his cock, softly stroking it as I gently took the head in my mouth.
I slowly worked my tongue around his head, feeling a slight but noticeable stiffening as I did. I pressed my hand to my panty-covered clit, rubbing slowly in circular motions as my arousal built even higher. I whimpered around his cock as my hips involuntarily pushed my clit harder into my fingers.
Enough. I needed to be filled, and couldn't stand to wait any longer. Normally, I liked to draw out the foreplay, but tonight my need was too strong, too urgent. I slid my panties down as I stood up, grabbing his hard member and pulling him toward the bed. I turned into him, grabbing him with both hands as I leaned backwards onto the welcoming mattress. I pulled him between my legs, hoping that he didn't feel like teasing me tonight.
I was in luck. I felt his head slide up and down my nether lips twice, then slowly slide into my entrance. "Yes!" I gasped as I felt my pussy spread to accommodate him. I crossed my legs behind his back, trying to pull him in deeper. But I couldn't overpower him, and he was determined to take it slow. I worked my hips side to side in response, trying to draw him in deeper. "Please!" I moaned. He leaned into me, kissing my neck as he slowly pushed into me, causing a ripple of sensation that was somehow both amazing and not nearly enough. I bit my lip as I whimpered pathetically, willing him to move faster, relishing every instant but desperate for more. Then I moaned loudly as I felt his body touch my clit, signaling that he had penetrated me completely. I pulled hard with my legs, letting him know that I wanted to stay here for a moment, slowly moving my hips to rub my clit against him. I hadn't realized just how wet I was, but I could feel it dripping down my ass and onto the bed.
When I relaxed, he pulled back, increasing his speed slightly. Yes! The sensation sent me still higher, and I reached down with a hand to rub my clit. But he saw my intention, and lightly grabbed my wrist, preventing me from attending to my own need. "Nuh-uh, you can't do that yet." I groaned in frustration; I didn’t want to be teased this time. My hips moved of their own accord, searching for the contact that my clit demanded. Danny pressed down on my stomach with his other hand, stifling my attempts. He let me writhe in pleasure and agony for a few moments, taking his time, seemingly reveling in his control over me. Then he brushed my clit with a thumb, sending a powerful jolt through my body, my back arching and muscles tensing. I felt myself clamp down on Danny’s cock, and he took the opportunity to thrust himself deep inside me, up to the hilt. The sudden, perfectly-timed shock was more than I could bear, yet somehow still didn’t bring the orgasm that I sought.
My eyes met Danny’s, silently pleading, and I knew that he could see my desperate yearning. I anticipated his accelerated thrusts, welcoming my imminent climax. But instead, Danny withdrew, and I heard a wordless cry escape my throat as my impending orgasm began to recede. “Danny!” My voice was almost a whine. “Don’t stop....”
He turned me over expertly, and I rose to my hands and knees, one hand working its way toward my lower lips as I did so. But Danny was too quick, and grabbed my wrist before I could pleasure myself, pulling it behind my back. He then did the same with my other wrist, holding them both behind me with one strong hand, leaving my face buried in the blanket. I felt him stroke up and down my pussy with his cock, and I shuddered when it touched my clit, causing the heat inside me to rise suddenly once again. He lined up his head with my entrance, and buried himself inside me with a single hard thrust, causing my insides to liquefy with the sudden glorious invasion. I shrieked involuntarily, my thighs shaking.
"Sorry, I thought that's what you wanted."
"No, keep doing that!" He wasted no time, pulling back and slamming home again, even harder this time. His balls slapped against my clit, causing me to squeal again, the heat inside me turning incandescent. "Yes! Keep going!" I was so close to orgasm, I couldn't stand it. He thrust into me repeatedly, and I felt my toes curl as the sensations drove me over the edge.
"Fuck! Yes! Fuck!" Each thrust elicited an outburst from me, the pleasure spiraling higher and higher. "Yes! I'm coming! OH MY GO–” My voice gave out as my hips started to buck uncontrollably. My vision became useless and my legs gave out, leaving me held up only by Danny’s grasp. He kept his hips pressed against mine, preventing my inner muscles from pushing him out. My senses were all misfiring as my orgasm roared through me. The only outside sensations that came through were Danny's startled "Whoa!" and an increased pressure inside my pussy, feeling like I was being stretched more than usual.
I found myself gasping into the comforter as my senses began to return. The corner of my mouth was wet from a small pool of saliva that I had left, and my knees were dangling in the air as Danny held me up with both hands now, having let go of my wrists. Those were secondary concerns though, because I could feel that Danny's cock was definitely bigger inside me.
"I guess you liked that, did you?" I taunted at him, wiggling my hips gently, trembling slightly as the movement produced sparks inside of me. I felt like I was dangling in the air, no longer pressed to Danny’s hips, so I hooked my feet around his thighs for better stability. "God, I've never felt you this big." I started to push my shoulders up off the bed, but my arms weren't cooperating. I didn't mind all that much, given the circumstances. I was perfectly content to have my face in the mattress while Danny railed me with his newfound size.
I yelped as he started to pull backwards. Okay, maybe "railed" was a little ambitious. "Oooh! Go slooooow," I stretched out the last syllable as he reduced his speed, causing me to shiver. God, that was intense. "Yesss, like that. Just don't stop."
I felt a small moan escape my lips when he changed direction and started back in. Several more escaped on the way, then, just as I became sure that I’d never felt him this deep before, I felt him bottom out in my pussy. This was a new sensation, and one that I wasn't sure about, but the idea of him filling me so completely sent another wave of arousal through my body.
Danny increased his speed only slightly, but it was enough to drive me even higher. My knees were still in the air from the way he was holding my hips up, and I felt my wetness drip down my stomach. I knew I wouldn't last much longer before I had another massive orgasm. I reached down to my clit, and was shocked to find that there was hardly any space between my clit and his cock. What was going on there? He must've been HUGE!
The touch of my finger on my clit, combined with the idea of his now-enormous cock inside of me, sent me reeling over the edge again. I felt my knees fly back and forth in the air as my hips rocked uncontrollably, dimly aware that I was letting out an uneven, high-pitched wail. Every muscle in my body spasmed, and I felt my pussy try to push Danny out, but his massive girth was unyielding inside me. My hands clawed at the blankets uncontrollably, and my vision swam with indescribable colors.
Then my mind shattered.
All of my senses were still foggy when I felt a sharp, intense pain. It was inside my pussy, like I was being stretched even more – too far. I reflexively planted my feet on Danny's thighs and pushed myself away, then let the fog reclaim me.
I wasn’t sure how long I lay there, waiting for the pieces of my mind to fall back into place. As awareness started to return, I looked around for Danny, and saw his blurry shape off to my right. My vision was starting to clear, so I decided to take a look at his cock to find out exactly what it was I had felt during that orgasm. I recoiled at what I saw.
His cock was gargantuan! Still erect, it was longer than my forearm and hand together – it had to be almost two feet long! No wonder I had felt like I was bursting. What was going on with him? I chuckled as I imagined how ridiculous a cock this size would look on Danny's frame. I shifted my gaze to his thighs and stomach, and...it didn't look ridiculous. In fact, it looked exactly in proportion.
What the hell was going on? I pushed myself upright on my knees, looking across to find Danny's face, only to find myself looking directly at his navel. I looked up to see him towering above me, looking down with a bemused expression.
I rubbed my eyes and shook my head slightly. That was impossible. I looked again, but he was still a giant. This...couldn't be. He must’ve been 15 feet tall!
"What the fuck? What happened to you?" I stood up on the bed to get a better look. But the view wasn't much better; in fact, the ceiling still looked far away, even with me standing upright on the bed. I looked to the side, and saw that my eye level was below the top surface of my dresser.
No. Oh, no. I felt my stomach twist as the realization hit. He hadn't gotten bigger.
I had gotten smaller.
Chapter 2
(M/f, NSFW)
One foot, ten inches.
I was one foot and ten fucking inches tall.
Well, one foot and 9½ inches, according to Danny, but I was rounding up. I had demanded that he measure my height, a decision that I was coming to regret as I began to fixate on the numbers. I paced quickly back and forth on the bed, struggling to make sense of the situation. My normal height was five feet even, so now I was just over one-third of that. Danny always liked to say that I was actually 4’ 11½”, but that was horseshit. Not that I was sensitive about it or anything.
I stopped pacing when I felt my left hand on my clit again, my hips pushing forward of their own volition, a shockwave spreading instantly through my body. Wow, my button was hypersensitive tonight. I hadn't intended to touch myself, but I was finding myself to be insatiable, and my hands seemed to wander whenever I didn't actively keep them in place. How could I still be horny? That should have been the last thing on my mind, but it was a constant struggle to think of anything other than pleasuring myself. That, and one-foot-ten.
"Still? You're such a little minx." I heard Danny's amused voice from off to my right. I avoided looking at him, remembering the visceral shock that I still felt each time I did.
"I don't know why, I can't help it. I don't remember wine ever making me this horny before." My voice sounded infuriatingly petulant in my own ears.
"Don't worry, I have an idea." I looked sideways at Danny, who was kneeling next to the bed so that his face was at my level. I knew before I looked that I would feel a shock again from the wrongness of it, but I still had force myself not to step backward as my mind tried to reconcile his familiar face with its unfamiliar size.
"A way to get me back to normal?" I asked hopefully, knowing how unlikely it was, but still searching for a way out of this situation.
"Well, no.... But I think you'll like it anyway." He reached toward me with one hand, lifting me off the comforter before I could react. His massive fingers were long enough to reach around my back, and his thumb rested just below my right breast. His grip was gentler than I expected, but I still didn't like being handled without any warning. He pulled me toward him, then laid me down on my back at the edge of the bed.
"Danny, what are you doing? I think we should call a doctor or–” I cut off as he tilted my legs above me, leaning me backwards onto my shoulders, then spread my legs apart to expose my still-wet pussy. I tried to resist his motions, but it felt like trying to resist a locomotive, even though he only used a thumb and one finger to hold each of my ankles. He lowered his mouth between my legs, and I felt the blood rushing toward my nether region as his intentions became clear. But wait, the last time I shrank, it was during my–
I completely lost my train of thought when I felt his tongue brush against my lips. My response was explosive, and for a moment I thought that I would orgasm on the spot. My hips arched upward as a high-pitched gasp escaped my throat. I always loved Danny's tongue, but this was magical. Its surface was still soft and yielding, but I could also feel the unmistakable strength underneath. I heard the numbers in my head again: one-foot-ten. I couldn’t let myself orgasm, or I might become even smaller. I tried to pull away from Danny’s face, but it was a useless effort. He sucked gently on my lips, and the heat in my pussy became an inferno as my defenses crumbled away.
I planted my hands on either side of his nose, trying to get any leverage that I could as I squirmed against his searching tongue. He leaned me further backwards, then tilted his head, bringing his tongue into contact with the entire length of my slit. That was something I'd never felt before. I rocked my hips quickly back and forth, my breath coming in short whimpers as I furiously tried to bring myself to orgasm on his hot flesh, my earlier resistance now forgotten.
I didn't have to wait long. Danny let my hips down slightly before focusing on my clit, driving me even wilder. Then I felt an enormous finger at my slick entrance, and nervously looked up as I felt it slide inward. I heard my own low, ragged moan as my pussy adjusted and I felt myself nearing the precipice. His finger was now bigger than his dick normally was!
Danny's giant finger started to recede as he refocused his attention on my tiny clit. His massive tongue undulated faster than seemed possible for something of that size and strength. It was enough to send me over the edge, screaming in release. The outside world faded away as I was carried in a torrent, only vaguely aware that Danny had released his grip on me.
When awareness returned, I was curled in the fetal position, occasional aftershocks still wracking my body. I decided to just enjoy the afterglow for a while.
But then my eyes shot open as an urgent question entered my mind. When I shrank before, it was during an orgasm. Was I even smaller now?
I stood up shakily, trying to gauge the size of the room around me. I stood bent-over for a moment, waiting for the blood to come back to my head before standing fully upright. There wasn't anything nearby that would be useful as a reference. The bed stretched out uncannily far, but I couldn't tell if it was farther than before. The wall, door, and dresser were far enough away that I wasn't sure whether my eye level had changed.
Where was Danny? I looked frantically around for him, knowing that I could use his size to determine for sure whether I had changed again. I found him on the other side of the bed, looking down at a phone in his hand. I raced over as quickly as I could, clambering over the folds in the blanket. At least the mattress didn’t sink very much under my weight now.
I slowed as I neared Danny, my stomach starting to twist again as I saw his size. I was definitely smaller than before – his fingers were now longer than my arms. I sat down in frustration, feeling tears leak from my eyes as I slammed my fists futilely into the mattress. My frustration increased still further when I saw that the blanket barely even moved in response to my tantrum. After a few seconds, Danny’s sudden voice broke my venting session, and I looked up at him.
He was talking into his phone. “Hey Lana. We have a situation over here, and Ellie needs your help.”
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