Balance of Power 5

By Nomdreserv

It had taken David an hour to make his way back to his car, using stores and parked cars for cover, all the while looking over his shoulder to make sure the girls didn’t find him again. With a relieved sigh, he opened the door and jumped into the driver’s seat. It took a second to realize that he’d had to jump in, and that his feet now dangled above the floor. Damn, how small had he gotten?

He could reach the pedals by sliding forward on the seat, but then could barely see over the top of the dashboard. He considered giving up and calling Barb to come get him, but then refused to admit he was helpless. In fact, as he started the car and pulled unsteadily into traffic, he almost hoped the police stopped him. Then he could make this whole thing blow up in her face, maybe even get Jessica arrested…

For what? he suddenly wondered lamely. There were certainly no laws that he knew of that protected someone from a loss of size. Even if they believed him, and didn’t arrest him as a public danger or for driving with an obviously false license (since his height was proudly stated as six foot one on his license), the best case he could hope for would be a public exposition, with many pictures and stories about him at his new, embarrassing size. Worse, it could put Val and the girls on his trail again. And, if they stuck by their manufactured story, he’d be not only publicly humiliated, but facing a statutory rape charge as well, with Maria as proof.

Needless to say, he drove very carefully after that.

For once, luck actually seemed to be on his side. He made it back to their building without further incident, and, after making sure the coast was clear to avoid awkward moments with any neighbors, made a dash for the apartment. He ran the entire way, finally fumbling awkwardly with overlarge keys at a lock unfamiliarly high on the door, and at last collapsing inside.

Whereupon, a surprised cry greeted him.

"David, you’re back! What happened? What’s wrong? Oh my God! You’re even smaller!"

That realization was brought home when Barb jumped up from the table and raced to his side, and he found he was now eye level to her breasts, which seemed absolutely huge as they filled his vision. Her strength was also obvious as she crushed the air from his lungs.

"Barb…breathe…" he rasped desperately, finally making her let go.

"David, David, " she moaned scoldingly. "What were you thinking? I told you the size loss was permanent if you brought yourself off. What have you done?"

"IF he got himself off," a suspicious voice put in.

If David could have felt any worse, the realization that Jessica was still here did it. Even worse, she seemed suspiciously close to guessing what might have happened. At least Barb jumped to his defense.

"Jessica, you’re the one who said the aphrodisiac must be driving him crazy. It was our fault for letting him go." She rubbed his hair sorrowfully, trying to judge his height, then added reprovingly. "Even if you were angry with me, David, was it really worth losing more height to spite me? We have to figure out how much shorter you’ll be."

"Doesn’t work that way," Jessica put in. "The effect is variable and asymmetric each time, as you’ve found out. All we know is that he’ll be permanently smaller or weaker." A mumbled addition. "As if that’s a bad thing."

"What happened?" Barb asked. "Did you just come unexpectedly? I mean you didn’t…no, no, you wouldn’t, not like this. What triggered it?"

David hesitated, unwilling to explain the horror he’d gone through, both at his own shame at being overwhelmed by a few young girls, and at the prospect of Barb’s reaction knowing he’d climaxed from their attentions.

"Um, it happened when I was, um, changing clothes. The friction, I guess," he offered lamely.

"Oh, David." Another hug. They felt very strange with her so much taller, like a little kid being hugged by his mother. "I’m so sorry. It wasn’t supposed to be like this." A flash of anger as she turned on her friend. "Damn it, Jessica. This wasn’t supposed to happen."

"True," Jessica admitted slowly, obviously thinking. "And I’m surprised it did. He should have an overpowering reaction to female pheromones, but should have been able to control himself otherwise." A suspicious, considering glance. "Curious."

"Curious?" Barb shouted. "Is that all you can say?"

"What do you want me to say?" Jessica demanded. She came over to stand next to them, obviously reveling in their new relative sizes. "There are always risks in experiments. It shouldn’t have happened. It WOULDN’T have happened if he hadn’t run off."

Barb straightened up, her voice becoming hard and her size automatically making her intimidating. "We need to end this now, Jessica. Make the antidote."

Jessica faced her without wavering.

"No. There’s still too much of the stuff in his system." A wry smile at David. "We still need to get a little more out of him."

David whirled on her, taking out his fear and frustration in a hail of insults and imprecations, made all the more bitter since his size and higher-pitched voice made him sound like a child having a temper tantrum. When Barb tried to calm him down, he pushed her. Of course, he had no effect except to surprise her at his vehemence, but he used her confusion to storm out of the room and lock himself in their bedroom. He looked at himself pityingly – his new jeans already dragging the floor, his old shirt hanging to mid thigh, his body beneath bruised and abused. He looked like an eight year old who’d been roughed up while playing in his brother’s clothes. He tore his new and already-oversized sneakers and jeans off, losing the now loose underwear yet again in the process, and went to use the bathroom. He found the toilet disconcertingly close as he took a piss. (At least Barb would find he had less chance to miss now.) Afterwards, he left his lower clothes off – the shirt covered him well enough – and went to lie on the bed, frustrated to find that he now had to actually climb into it instead of falling onto it.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

"David?" It was Barb.

"Go away."

"David, I want to talk."

"I don’t."

He heard a strange groaning noise. A second later, there was a loud crash. He leapt up to stare in astonishment at the open door, the splintered wood where the jamb had given way. Barb stood there looking apologetic.

"Guess I don’t know my own strength yet."

"You mean my strength." He threw himself face down into his pillow.

She came over to sit on the bed next to him. He felt the mattress squash under her, almost rolling him since he hardly made any impression himself.

"Jessica’s gone."

A noncommittal grunt.

"You want to talk about what happened?"

A flash of panic. "No."

"Jessica says she’s telling the truth about the antidote. She can’t give it until at least a couple of more days. Unless…" A pause. She leaned over to touch him. "Unless we get REALLY, you know, busy."

He jumped up and off the bed, whirling to face her. "No way! I don’t want to get any smaller!"

She stood up to face him. He looked up in amazement. Even knowing the truth, he somehow clung to the idea that it was his body that was normal, making Barb look like a seven-plus-foot tall amazon. Her huge breasts stretched her shirt tight and hung directly at eye level. It was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra beneath, and the nipples were clearly outlined. Even trying to work up his indignation, it was hard not to stare. And her proximity made something else hard too.

"But we’ll be able to get you back to normal faster," she argued, not adding that she wouldn’t mind seeing just how big and strong she could get. She suddenly reached up and pulled her shirt off, leaving her glorious boobs naked and in his face. "Tell me this doesn’t excite you at all."

He couldn’t, even if his body’s response hadn’t already answered for him. Her breasts were incredible – as big as melons at their current relative sizes, but still firm and proportional on his statuesque wife’s amazonian frame. The thimble-sized nipples were hard and inviting.

"You always did love my breasts," she smiled. "And here they are, at the perfect height for you. And they feel even better than ever. Go ahead. Please. We both want it."

He couldn’t resist, lifting his hand up to touch them. She was right – they felt huge and superficially soft, but still firm when he pressed harder. Massaging them was incredible, even if it did feel so strange to have to raise his arms to head level to reach them. And after all, with the nipples right in his face like this, it would be remiss not to lick and suck them a little. The nipples felt a little strange – larger and thicker, but still easy to roll his tongue around and savor. They felt as thick as thumbs as they perked up even more from his attention.

Barb moaned in pleasure, heightened even more when she looked down and realized she was looking at the top of his head as he pleasured her. His smaller hands also felt wonderful – softer and more delicate. His squeezing was less rough than usual too, though she wasn’t sure how much of this was due to his being weaker, and how much might be her own increased resistance to discomfort. She had noticed the last couple of days that when she inadvertently banged into something because of her larger size that it had barely hurt at all, an extra benefit of Jessica’s potion. Not that she was going to keep it for good, of course. That wouldn’t be right, no matter how wonderful…

She put that unexpected thought aside and watched her small husband run his hands over her upper body. She felt his hard erection brush her mid thigh.

Increasingly excited, David tried his usual move of sweeping Barb into an embrace to kiss her, but of course, under the current circumstances, failed miserably, instead nearly slipping when he pulled. Stung, he looked up to see Barb smiling at him, and abruptly realized he couldn’t even kiss her now unless she bent down. His enthusiasm flagged for a moment.

But only for a moment, for the next, Barb had reached down and literally gathered him up into her arms, holding him as easily as a mother holds a young child. David felt a queasy sense of disorientation as his feet left the floor and he was dropped to the horizontal, but then found himself staring up into her warm smile.

"I wonder how many women have dreamed of doing this to their husbands?" she asked, easily lifting him high enough to plant a kiss on his surprised face. "Or this?" She carried him to the bed, reveling in her sense of strength and control, then set him gently down. "I don’t think you’ll be needing this anymore," she decided, pulling his baggy shirt off.

David felt a bit self conscious as his small, thin body was fully exposed, but was gratified to find Barb’s gaze locking hungrily in on his eight inches. Well, formerly eight inches, he corrected himself, but she didn’t seem to mind, and he at least took comfort in the fact that he was still about average down there.

Barb finished undressing and joined him on the bed, again slanting the mattress. He marveled at her sculpted, muscular thighs and calves, almost twice the size of his doubly reduced legs, and joining at a still round, full, womanly pelvis, almost literally with buns of steel. He ran his hands over her firm, ridged abdomen, this time continuing even beyond the tantalizing, full orbs that had mesmerized him. He seemed to linger despite his inner protests over her muscled upper arms and shoulders. Damn! She was just so big and strong!

Barb seemed to revel in the mental equivalent of her physical superiority, and it made her just as excited as he was. Without further foreplay, she pushed him onto his back, then climbed on top. David actually winced a bit as her increased weight came to rest on his pelvis, but was helpless to shift her aside. He also didn’t care a moment later as he felt his erection slip into her warm, soaking wet sex.

"Mmm, there you are," she sighed. "Give it to me, baby."

Despite this admonition, there was no doubt as to who was in control. Barb set the pace, and David was quite powerless to change it. On the other hand, her vagina still felt wonderfully tight and almost caressed his erection as she moved, perhaps the first good effect of her increased muscle tone and strength that he’d found. He lay back and enjoyed her ride, contenting himself with massaging the huge breasts dangling in his face.

And they were literally in his face. They were so much larger, and he was so much shorter, that when Barb leaned forward to try to drive him in deeper, they bounced back and forth just beyond his nose. In fact, he could actually reach them with his tongue without stretching or guiding them, and proceeded to do just that.

The extra stimulation was welcomed by Barb, who proceeded to bump up and down even faster on his cock, trying to push him in farther, and a little frustrated that he didn’t fill her as much as usual. Occasionally, she would grind her pelvis desperately against his in a manner that was again almost painful.

But the rest was still incredible – the best sex he could remember. Barb was a tigress, and moved even faster and more smoothly than usual – a perfect sex machine. All too soon, he found himself ready to climax yet again. As Barb sensed him swelling, she gave a final squeeze with her vaginal muscles that pushed them both over the edge. She screamed as she felt him erupting.

Even as he reveled in the force of his orgasm, David felt the wash of fatigue overtake him, but then watched in awe as Barb swelled slightly. Her biceps were now larger relaxed than his had been when flexed. They both felt her legs pump up slightly, and also her pelvis slide over his as their sizes moved in opposite directions. Perhaps because of his constant attentions, her breasts seemed to grow even more this time, looking like they’d become DD size even relative to her frame. The nipples were thicker than his thumb now.

She rolled off him, delighted and briefly sated. This was awesome, and just kept getting better and better. She couldn’t believe the feeling of strength and power that filled her with each climax, making the sex many times better. The only downside was that he hadn’t filled her the way she was used to. It was still wonderful, but she missed the love-stretching organ that she was used to. Maybe Jessica should come up with a way to spare certain areas when she shrank men, she thought, resolving to mention the idea, even as the image of tiny, two or three foot tall men walking – or stumbling - around with huge sex organs the size of their legs made her giggle.

David was so tired, and afraid of what he would find if he stood up, that he simply collapsed next to her on the bed. Instinctively, he had moved his head close to hers, and noted with alarm that his feet only reached her knees. He couldn’t even see the room over those mammoth breasts unless he raised his head.

"Mmm, wonderful," she sighed, cradling her diminutive husband. They lay together happily for several minutes, David actually feeling a little less hopeless as he enjoyed their intimacy. "I should shower," Barb finally said dreamily. "We have to get going again."

"Why?" he protested. "It’s vacation."

Her eyes suddenly went wide with an idea.

"Yeah," she agreed. "And you know what would be a great way to relax and freshen up at the same time? The beach!"

"The beach?" he asked, suddenly alarmed and unhappy again. "Are you nuts? I can’t go out looking like this!"

She pouted. "Why not? So you’re short. Big deal. It’s other people’s fault if they have a problem with it. I sure don’t."

"I look…ridiculous," he sputtered, not wanting to admit that it was his manly pride that was threatened.

"Nonsense," she insisted. "Here, let’s look at you." She hopped off the bed, and pulled him after her, not waiting for an answer. The next moment, they both looked a bit shocked. David now found himself looking UP at those wonderful breasts he’d been sucking on mere minutes before. He’d have to stand on tiptoe to get the nipples in his mouth now. Even Barb had to admit, he was getting past the point of simply being short.

"See?" he demanded. "Look at me – I’m a freak!" He stared glumly at the wide expanse of his wife’s upper abdomen that stared him in the face.

"Um, no, really. You look…fine," she pretended, fooling no one. "Well, OK, maybe a little shorter than you’d usually see, but it’s not like you’re a midget or anything."

"No?"

"No. Besides, I really want to go to the beach. Come on. We’ll work through this."

Ignoring his continued protests, Barb walked to her closet while shucking her clothes. Her glorious ass swayed enticingly, the firm buttocks even more incredible since they were close to eye level now. Even as David argued, she picked out one of her more daring bikinis and tried to put it on. This proved considerably more difficult than usual thanks to her new size. She grunted and pulled to bring the bottom over her hips, and had even more trouble with the top, but at last managed to snap it on. She turned to face him with a flourish. "How do I look?"

David gaped, mouth frozen in mid protest. Her tiny bikini was stretched to its limits, the top barely containing her huge breasts (the cups looked more like nipple patches), and further stretched by her wide shoulders and back. The bottom piece, meanwhile, tried in vain to cover the expanse of the that wide, glorious ass that had resulted from the combination of her natural womanly attributes and her much larger gluteal muscles. It fit like a thong stretched over her incredibly toned, round bottom.

"I…I…"

She smirked. Once more, his rapidly rising member gave his feeling away. "Cool," she said, patting him. "Keep those thoughts in mind, and maybe you’ll get lucky on the beach."

The beach. The thought brought his mind back unhappily.

"I won’t go."

Her face clouded. "You will," she announced, her deeper, booming voice leaving no room for argument. "I am not leaving you here to get in trouble. Look what happened when you went away before. Now, get dressed."

"In what?" he shot back. To illustrate his point, he actually found a pair of his trunks and put them on. The baggy suit legs hung past his knees, and the laughably loose waist barely held position even when standing still, already drooping to reveal his pubes. When he took a step, the suit promptly dropped to his feet.

She sighed in exasperation. "Oh for heaven’s sake, tie the string."

He did. With the long, baggy shorts ballooned out, and the waist cinched, it looked like he was wearing a skirt, hardly an inconspicuous choice for men’s beachwear.

Barb considered, but only for a moment. "You can wear that suit Stevie was wearing when they came to visit," she chirped happily, searching through the back closet. "I bet it would fit."

Stevie was her 8 year old nephew. David colored even at the idea, and backed away when she produced the brightly colored, child’s swimsuit.

"No way. I’ll look like a little kid," he whined.

"Darling, you DO look like a little kid," she pointed out, then after looking at his still half-hard member, smirked. "Well, almost." She looked him up and down more critically. "You know, if you shaved and lost the body hair, you could really pass for…"

"NO FUCKING WAY!" he screamed, again dismayed at how high his voice came out. It seemed to be arguing her case for her. "I’m a man. Not a … a …"

"Boy. Yes, dear," she agreed wearily. "Suit yourself, then. Use some rope or something to hold your trunks in. I just thought you might want to find a way to be less conspicuous. Either way, get dressed while I pack some drinks. We’re going."

And thus it was that David found himself sitting unhappily in the passenger seat of the car as they drove to the beach, his feet dangling uselessly in the air. He’d made a show of trying to drive when they got in, but found he was too short to reach the pedals now and still see over the dashboard. Barb had taken his place with a smirk, pushing the seat all the way back with great show to its farthest position to accommodate her long legs. The same position he’d been using just a few days before, he realized, and now hopelessly out of reach. He could barely see out of the window as they drove, and was already dreading every moment of his soon-to-be public display.

And he was wearing Stevie’s trunks.

End part 5