Balance of Nature 8

Balance of Nature 9

By Nomdreserv

Barb stood too, once more stretching to nearly touch the ceiling and showing off her incredible physique.

"Do you think you can manage cleaning up, or do you need help?" she asked. "I’ll understand if it’s too much for you, being so small and everything."

If the remark was meant to challenge and make him too proud to ask, it worked. David immediately hopped off his chair and started clearing the table. Barb came over to hug him, pulling him into the warmth of her crotch.

"That’s my guy. Don’t forget the vacuuming. If you do a good job, I may reconsider our bet and handle the chores the rest of the week. I think maybe you’ve learned your lesson. If you’re an especially good boy, I’ll even have a little surprise for you when you’re done."

David wasn’t sure that was an incentive or threat, but he went to work as best he could, lugging the heavy dishes and bowls to the sink and dishwasher, climbing onto the counter to reach the soap and sink. The sink almost looked bathtub sized by this point, and he actually wondered if by tomorrow he’d find it easier to climb in and wash the dishes that way rather than from the counter.

The vacuuming proved nearly impossible. The vacuum was as tall as he was, making it extremely difficult to maneuver or push. He looked absolutely ridiculous as he heaved a shoulder against it to get it moving, then walked along naked behind it, bent at an angle and pushing with all his might to keep it moving. He didn’t make more than two sweeps across the floor before giving it up.

When he was finished, he felt tired and grimy, and decided to take a shower. He could hear Barb working with her weights, and was afraid to see what level she had reached there, so he passed right by to go to their bedroom and bath. The shower stall was as large as a walk-in closet. The control knob was eye level and needed two hands to pull out, and he was annoyed to find that he couldn’t reach the showerhead to adjust the spray. The force and size of the water jet was almost overwhelming, like being under a fire-hose, but he managed well enough, even allowing for the book-sized bar of soap. Another limit was discovered when he reached for the shampoo and came up empty. Even on tiptoes, he couldn’t manage the normally shoulder-height rack.

Drying off with a towel was like trying to use a floor rug – not only huge and unmanageable, but even the texture seemed much rougher than usual. He briefly wondered what would happen with more extreme shrinking. Would everything take on such rough and alien proportions? How small could he ultimately get? Even Jessica seemed unsure. Could he become bug-sized? Smaller? Would his molecules even interact with his environment the same way if he became microscopic? It was a frightening thought, but he reassured himself that he’d never reach that small a stage to find out.

Handling the giant-sized hairbrush and other counter items was a sobering experience, especially when he picked up his razor. He felt like shaving since he hadn’t for a couple of days, but his razor now seemed extremely awkward if not downright dangerous – the twin blades looked as long as a paring knife in his fingers. He gave up the idea and walked out of the bathroom.

And right into Barb’s stomach.

Needless to say, he bounced comically off her hard abs, like hitting the proverbial brick wall, the impact actually making him gasp. She was naked except for a pair of panties that were stretched as though shrink-wrapped, and had all but disappeared, thong-style into her hard, bulging glutes. In full display, and from his low vantage point, her naked breasts hung huge above his head – jutting like obscene balloons, and each the size of a cantaloupe. Somehow, they looked firmer than ever despite their increased size, standing out almost impossibly perky from her increasingly broad chest. David guessed that not only had her pectoral muscles tripled in size, easily sustaining their extra weight, but that somehow her whole body had become firmer and harder. Her skin was covered in a thin sheen of sweat that made it glisten smoothly and seductively. Barb smiled down at him.

"Hey, honey, sorry to startle you. Just coming in to check on you." She ruefully held up some cloth fragments. "Sorry bout your shirt. I guess I’d better start working out in the nude. Might be more fun anyway. For both of us." She flexed a classic double biceps pose, also emphasizing the 12-pack ridges of her stomach (a 6-pack no longer being an adequate description) and the bulging muscles of her shoulders, then shifted to bring her sculpted leg muscles into relief.

David stared in spite of himself, swallowing hard. He’d never seen muscles like these on a woman, at least not close up and real. She was as bulky as those female bodybuilders you saw in magazines. Except in Barb’s case, since her breasts had grown in proportion, and her ass remained as round as ever (if significantly firmer), her incredible size only seemed to highlight her femininity. Her tiny, barely-there panties were an accent mark to better set off the rest of her otherwise naked body. She was incredible. A goddess.

And his cock reacted exactly the way it was supposed to react around a goddess. She noticed and smiled at him benignly.

"Looks like you agree." It was very strange to look down on David’s head this way, not to mention seeing his erection sprout at a level near her knees. His cock looked very different from this angle, and, unfortunately, much smaller, not even as long as her finger now. Seeing his almost child-sized organ brushing her leg just didn’t fill her with the same sense of lust and desperation to feel it inside her. On the other hand, his head was nearly pelvic level, almost perfect for something else she had in mind.

Almost. He just needed a little more "adjustment."

"Ready again?" she asked in mock disbelief as his cock twitched against her bare skin.

"N…no," he stammered, ineffectively willing his almost constant erection away.

"Hmm," she watched him squirm. "Your mouth says no, but your cock seems to have something else in mind. You know, I had an idea while I was working out for a new exercise. Let’s see what you think."

Before he could react, she’d swept him into her arms and lifted him above her head. David was getting used to having her lift him with so little effort, but he still felt disoriented as she spun him so that he was stretched out and facing the floor. She held him easily above her head, actually having to be careful so as not to push him into the ceiling, and tilted her face up, smiling.

"Now, let’s see how many reps you can take. One. And two."

Each number found her dropping him and guiding his still hard cock right into her waiting mouth, then back out, in the most sexual version of presses ever seen. She pumped him up and down rapidly, keeping her lips just tight enough to produce the maximum in sensation and pleasure. Her bulging arms did all the work for both of them – in fact, he would have been helpless even if he’d tried to alter her rhythm. Barb marveled at how light he was – even as she began moving him up and down continuously, almost in a blur, she could barely feel a burn - and how easy he was to take in her mouth now. David, meanwhile, found his sense of vertigo receding as the pleasure from his cock became overwhelming. Barb moved his cock in and out of her mouth almost superhumanly fast, much more quickly than she ever could by moving her head, or even than he could with his pelvis, making it seem like one continuos, warm, wet massage. It was the most bizarre but pleasurable blow job he’d ever had.

She held him in as he erupted, savoring the salty treasure she’d freed. To David, his load was as big as ever – and larger than normal because of the aphrodisiac. But to Barb, it barely seemed more than a few drops by this point. Even so, the transference tingle and wave engulfed them both, making him cringe even through his orgasmic delight, and Barb in greedy pleasure. He felt her tongue swell around his shrinking cock, and her hands seemed to grow around his legs and upper body. Barb, meanwhile, felt David contract in her grasp, his body shrinking even faster than his satisfied cock. Her chest swelled as her pectoral muscles and shoulders – which had been receiving the greatest workout – responded by almost doubling in size. She also felt her legs lengthen and thicken a bit more, now bulging with defined muscles even at rest.

David felt another sickening swoop as she set him down. By the time he recovered, he found himself face to face with her huge thighs, each as big around as his whole body. His heart sank to find that he was now below waist level to his giantess wife. He actually had to crane his neck to see her face now, and her looming breasts were too high to even reach with a jump.

Barb smiled. "Aww, look how small you are, Davey."

"You know why!" he complained, his voice now higher than most children’s.

"I do," she admitted. "And know what? I like it. In fact, it’s making me really excited. Now, what do you think we should do about that?"

David backed away slightly. "Not again, Barb. Even if I could." Luckily, at least to David’s mind, he wasn’t. The aphrodisiac seemed to be losing potency slightly. The last few times, he’d been ready again almost immediately. Now, there was a lag. He hoped that meant the end was in sight.

"Well, that hardly seems fair," Barb answered, fully expecting the reaction. Then, she feigned an idea. "But as long as you’re so close…"

With the barest effort of one finger, she ripped her panties off, not bothering to struggle out of the incredibly tight underwear. Now, David found himself almost eye level to her naked pussy, and from his vantage point, he could actually see the glistening, wet folds just above his face. They looked very different from this angle – it wasn’t often a man found himself staring UP into a woman’s pussy when they were standing side by side. Not to mention the fact that it was more than twice normal size. It was actually rather intimidating.

And before he knew what was happening, Barb stepped right over him and clamped his body between her legs, putting his face right into it.

"Mmph," he mumbled, his mouth covered by her warm, wet cunt. He struggled, but his reduced strength was useless – laughable - against the heavily muscled columns of her legs.

In fact, Barb rather enjoyed the sensation, especially when he tried twisting his face away, but found he had nowhere to go.

"Not bad, Davey, but I think I’d really like something more direct," she laughed, feeling his weak struggles. "And I think I deserve a little something after all the times I’ve brought you off recently. You know what to do." And when he continued to struggle, she gently squeezed her legs, making him gasp at the crushing pressure. "Now."

When she relaxed enough to let him catch his breath, David went to work, obediently if not enthusiastically. Her musky aroma was overpowering this close and at this size, and it was a little tricky to keep his position. She finally allowed him to bring his hands up to make things easier. It was a bizarre experience to be standing up, reaching up, and even tilting his head up, and still be in position to perform like this, between his wife’s spread legs. In a way, that realization marked the moment when he even started to get into it. Her size and strength had never been so overwhelming. It was almost intoxicating, and he ran his hands along her bulging, rock-hard thigh muscles while his tongue worked its way around the cavernous pussy above him. He found her clit effortlessly now – after all, it was half the size of his thumb – making it easy to lick and suck, and making Barb moan in pleasure. She also loved the feeling of his tiny hands and tongue exploring her sex, much more softly and gently than usual, though she had to consciously avoid grinding her pelvis or legs together for fear of hurting him.

Barb was ecstatic. David’s busy tongue and mouth were better than ever. She had never felt anything like having her entire clit sucked into a mouth, or having a tongue close to the same size flick across it. It was a very different and more intense pleasure, and she idly wondered if this was what guys felt with blow jobs. If so, no wonder they liked them so much.

David felt Barb quivering from his oral attention, and wondered what else he could do to with their new sizes. He paused and looked again at the now sopping, cavernous sex above him. It looked huge. Almost big enough…well, he’d try it. Returning to sucking her stiff clit into his mouth, he brought his hand up to massage her slippery folds, then tested the opening with one finger, then two. They slipped in effortlessly. A third finger barely touched the walls. Emboldened, he brought all his fingers together and curled them around his thumb.

Barb jumped. She had felt only the slightest sensation from David’s fingers, and so had been unprepared to suddenly feel the wonderful pressure of something large pushing into her vagina. It was glorious! Almost the same sensation as a large cock, except a little bumpier (good) and a little harder (not so good). She pulled back slightly to see that David had actually inserted his entire hand inside her.

It worked beautifully. Not only was his fist about the right size, but his arm was the only part of him that was big enough and strong enough to pleasure her. Normally, he barely had to use the strength of one finger to push and massage the inside of her canal. Even then he had to sometimes be careful not to push too hard. Now, he was pumping his hand in and out with all his might, and it was just pleasurable to her.

Barb exclaimed in delight and pushed her sex back into his face. David pumped for all he was worth, and once more began to suck on her clit. They were both rewarded as she experienced an almost instantaneous, screaming orgasm. David was actually winded as she involuntarily clamped her legs together. He thought he heard a rib crack, and he fell to the floor panting when she eased up.

"Oh, God…that was…was…incredible," she finally moaned, impulsively reaching down and grabbing him into her arms. She lifted him into the air to smother him with kisses, her mouth completely engulfing his, and David nearly gagged when she unexpectedly pushed her tongue in. Barb giggled.

"Aww, too much for you, little man? Now you now what I go through when you ask me to deep throat you." Another giggle. "Though that wouldn’t really be a problem right now, would it?" She poked his tiny penis, then impulsively sucked it into her mouth.

David felt humiliated. Barb carried him as easily as a newborn baby (though a rather well-endowed one). He demanded she set him down, then faced her defiantly, his tiny cock twitching happily from her oral attention.

"Are you ready again?" she asked, utterly amazed. Having just come, she was actually feeling like a break herself. David, on the other hand, was determined to show her that he was still a man, and no boy toy. If she thought that oral sex was good, wait until she felt him bury his shaft into that cavernous pussy. His cock was small, but he still knew how to use it.

Unfortunately, knowing how to use it and being able to are entirely different affairs, as David found when he tried to push Barb over so he could ravage her. It’s rather difficult to ravage someone three times your size and twenty times your strength. Not that he didn’t try. After all, he was still the man. He grabbed at her waist, then tried to topple her legs, grunting ineffectively while she smiled in amusement.

"Just what did you have in mind?" she asked when he finally resorted to jumping and trying to impale her.

"Only the best sex you’ve ever had," he answered, wrapping his body around one leg in a vain attempt to open it. He finally gave up. "Which I’ll prove as soon as you lie down."

She smiled indulgently. "If you say so…master." A giggle which he might have ordinarily found cute under other circumstances, and an honorific that would have been exciting had it not been so patently absurd. Barb lay down, the bed groaning under her weight, and spread her legs, her still soaking sex an open invitation. "Be gentle."

He smiled grimly. She thought it was a joke, but he’d show her. Memories of her groaning or complaining when he’d pushed himself in too deep (usually followed by screams of pleasure) inevitably colored his judgement, and he confidently crawled between her legs, ignoring the fact that each one was longer than his whole body. Not giving her a chance to reconsider, he plunged his full length into her, driving his hips forward in what he was sure would be an overwhelming thrust.

And he promptly slipped back out.

Another giggle hardly deterred him. He positioned himself more carefully, and drove back in.

And slipped right out.

Another giggle. "Lose your way?" he burned in embarrassment, and entered more slowly this time. Jesus, she was so big! And loose! It was like trying to fuck…well, a warm, apple pie (an analogy that the author never understood, and would certainly never have come up with except for a certain movie which will remain nameless). He tried moving in and out slowly, slipping a bit on the sheets as he fought for purchase, but his little cock was just too small and thin to stay inside.

"Was it good for you?" she asked wryly as she felt him slip out yet again.

"Turn over," he replied.

"What?"

"I’m going to fuck you from behind," he informed her, recalling how that position was usually too painful for them because of his huge cock. "If you think you can handle it."

She looked at his rigid, throbbing cock – all 3 ½ inches of it. "All right," she agreed huskily, "but take it easy on me."

She presented her immense behind to him, more than twice the width of his shoulders, and more particularly, her huge pussy. Geez, it was big! It gaped slightly because of her position, and it looked like he could put his whole arm inside if he wanted to. Suddenly, his cock looked a whole lot smaller.

He still tried gamely. First, he approached his usual way, on his knees, but that left her glistening sex far out of reach, especially with his small penis. He actually had to stand to bring it into line. The sight of a child-sized man with his 3 inch cock standing behind the enormous behind of this amazon, trying to show her who was boss would have been utterly ludicrous if he hadn't been one of the participants. Ignoring the absurdity, he plunged in again.

Barb gasped that time. She could actually feel his cock in this position. It felt small, much smaller than usual, but it least it was there. To her own surprise, her own lust reawakened, eager to undergo one last normal fucking. She began to drive back against him.

"Harder, faster, deeper!" she called, urging him on as her excitement built. It was disappointing how little she felt with a cock so small. Apparently size did matter.

David tried his best to comply. Standing, he was free to use all his strength and extra distance to plunge in and out, but even so he could tell she was getting frustrated. He could try faster, he could even manage harder, but there was simply no way he could go deeper. He barely reached halfway even with his pelvis pressed firmly into her hard glutes, though he found the sensation of such a firm ass rather exciting. He slapped his whole body back and forth into her trying to go deeper, to no avail.

"Come on!" she growled. "Give it to me! Fuck me! Goddammit, get that pathetic, little cock inside me. NOW!"

Even Barb was shocked at her language, but damn it, she was hot! David had started this and he damned well was going to finish it. She tightened her vagina, trying vainly to make him feel bigger. She pushed back harder, determined to force him in more. She thought about climbing on top of him, but figured she’d barely feel that tiny thing in any other position.

Using all his strength, and pushing himself actually into her ass crack, David actually managed to get another half inch into her. Barb noticed and screamed thankfully.

"That’s it! Now deeper! DEEPER!!"

David was helpless. He couldn’t go any deeper. Worse, her rhythmic bucking and tight squeezing had begun to already push him towards a climax. He knew how angry she’d be if he came too soon, and desperately tried to hold off. He started to slow his strokes.

"Oh no!" Barb yelled. "No, no, NO! Faster, faster!"

She set the pace herself, pushing back and rocking forward with David clamped firmly between her cheeks, and massaged his cock with gentle vaginal squeezing. For a brief, glorious instant, she felt David swell inside her, as he cried out once more in that funny high-pitched voice that signaled his climax. She tried to pull him even further inside before he could finish.

To David, several things happened at once. He felt one last, huge eruption that gushed a whole teaspoon (hey, he’s small) of cum into Barb’s hungry pussy. At the same moment, there was a dizzying sense of vertigo as his whole body seemed to tingle and contract. The shrinking was faster and more extreme than ever this time. Before he knew what was happening, he felt his feet lift off the sheets, his body caught in Barb’s thrashing cunt. His inch-long cock popped out as he shrank, but she clamped down to keep it and him as close as possible. He was doll-sized now - a foot-tall man suspended in the air by his wife’s ass. It was ridiculous - a cartoon of sex: a thrusting man, still caught in the position of entry, struggling to get his cock anywhere near her hole, an obscene toy caught in the irresistible buns and super-strong pussy of a lusty amazon. He was actually riding in her crack, his feet barely reaching the slick folds of her cleft, and he panicked at the thought of being crushed between those rock-hard cheeks. Even now, he could feel them swell as his sperm worked their magic on her. He kicked and pushed desperately to escape.

And managed to force his foot into her vagina. He slipped as it was sucked inside, Barb reflexively pulling him in and thinking he’d managed to reinsert his cock.

"Oh, yeah," she moaned. He seemed even bigger than before.

But that was because his whole leg was inside her. He braced the other against her anus and pushed, inadvertently causing her a sigh of pleasure at the new stimulation. He screamed and yelled, but his voice was too faint for her to hear over her own moaning. He beat frantically on the mountainous wall of her ass, even as his other foot slipped inside.

"Barb!" he squeaked. "Barb, stop!"

Instead, she continued alternating relaxing and squeezing, feeling more and more of him inside. Whatever position he’d discovered, she liked it.

Of course, his current position was half his body inside her vagina (kids, don’t try this at home). Now he beat helplessly at the soft, steaming folds of her labia as she slowly sucked him inside. Unfortunately, his fists hit her clitoris, and proved just the sort of stimulation she needed.

"Oh, yes. YES!" she screamed, flexing again. At long last, she felt him fill her up. In fact, he seemed almost as big as ever. That should have worried her – as should the odd massaging she felt inside her canal, like tiny bumps being moved up and down – but she was too busy moaning and thrusting through an orgasm as the new sensation finally satisfied her.

She eventually collapsed to the bed, her ass raised in the air, still feeling the little bumps and movements inside her vagina.

"Oh, wow…that was…wonderful. Thank you." She turned around to see what David had done, but frowned to find herself alone on the bed.

And then she again felt the movement again inside her pussy. She screamed in realization and rolled onto her back, spreading her legs.

And as she finally relaxed her vaginal muscles, poor, tiny David reappeared at her slit, head first, dragging himself out by seizing some pubic hair like a rope and pulling himself out hand over fist. He collapsed onto the bed, coughing, spluttering, coated head to toe with her love juices, and rather bruised on top of that, while their combined secretions pooled on top of him in a sticky mess.

Well, that was one way to make the guy take the wet spot.

When she saw he was all right, she picked him up in her hand and smothered his tiny body with kisses. Being a man, he had to pretend that he was fine – in fact, that was what he had planned to do. After all, he knew how to satisfy his women.

She looked at him adoringly – her 8 inch wonder - as he brushed aside her concerns, though secretly he groaned at his aching ribs and shoulders. Who knew women squeezed so hard when they came? The enormity of his nightmare was just coming home. He was now small enough to get sucked into his wife’s pussy – in fact, he was his whole body was now about the same size as his old cock. Talk about being a prick.

The analogy had occurred to Barb, but for a different reason. After making sure that he was really all right, and after a few minutes getting used to his extreme size reduction, she couldn’t help remembering the extraordinary sensation of his beating the walls of her vagina while filling it with his body. It had certainly been unique. As he insisted one last time that he was fine, and had really enjoyed it, she lay back. Picking him up between her thumb and finger, she set him back down on the plain of her abdomen, where he fought to maintain his feet, finally grabbing onto her mountainous breast, with its nipple the size and shape of a fruitcake (a thought which would forever change his mind about that holiday monstrosity). She gently loosed his grip and prodded him towards her pelvis.

"In that case," she purred seductively. "Do it again."

The restoration process was every bit as long and humiliating as David had expected it to be, given that Jessica had designed it. As wonderful as it was to be back to a normal size, he didn’t think his tongue would ever work quite right again.

Of course, it was ‘a’ normal size, but not his normal size. His trysts with the girl gang and Jessica had seen to that. After his last few sessions had produced no restorative effect (other than some extra orgasms for Barb), they’d had to admit that was that. Barb kissed him – easily, since they were equal in height now – and tried to comfort him, insisting rather unconvincingly that really preferred shorter men. She even helped him buy some new clothes and shoes that helped preserve the illusion that he was taller. As he walked around the office, miserable at all the newly tall people around him, he kept hoping there might still be a couple of inches they could squeeze back out of her. And every night he tried. Several times. It made her sex life very pleasant.

And in the back of his mind, David kept waiting. For what, he wasn’t sure. Until that weekend about a month after their adventure. He’d resigned himself to being shorter by then, and their life finally seemed to be settling back into a routine. He was watching the football game on TV.

"Oh! Another pass falls short," the announcer moaned. "Johnson just doesn’t seem to have the touch today. He keeps badly underthrowing everyone."

"His line isn’t doing the job either," his cohort proclaimed. "They’re being blown off the line of scrimmage by those defensive linemen."

"That’s surprising, Bob," the first man said. "Hilgenthorpe and Green are both supposed to be about 6’ 8" and over 350 pounds. They’re two of the biggest guys in the league."

"They sure don’t look it today." The replay showed the defensive players surging around the hapless front line. The supposed behemoths in question looked decidedly smaller and lighter than their defensive counterparts, and were clearly overmatched. "Heh, even their uniforms look too big for them today."

"Let’s hope they grow into them before this game is…Oh! Another fumble. Kelly just reached in and stole that ball. Look at that. Even though he was holding it with both hands. Amazing."

The camera cut to the cheerleaders reactions. The women’s routines were truly extraordinary – they seemed to be leaping higher and dancing harder than humanly possible. One even picked another up and tossed her spinning into the air. It was a move David thought only a man could have attempted.

And he noticed a prominent biceps bulge on the girl’s arm as she effortlessly caught her partner coming down.

He turned the channel.

"Another record broken! This time the high jump. There may not be a woman’s record left standing before the end of the day."

"It’s even more amazing considering how poorly the men have been doing," a female analyst broke in. "In fact, that mark is only one inch off the men’s best today, and she’s not done yet."

"Is there anything to these reports of a new training regimen?" he asked.

"Hard to say," she replied, then laughed. "Maybe we’ve just underestimated what the female athlete is capable of. Nature has a way of balancing things out. After all, there’s no reason….YES! Another record. And she’s passed the men’s best."

Another channel switch.

"…that serve was over 120 miles per hour! When did Gretchen develop such a powerful first serve?"

"Good question. It’s obvious she's been working out more." The camera zoomed in to show her bulging arm muscles. Her short dress really showcased a pair of incredibly fit and toned legs. Her thighs looked rock hard, and her calves were incredibly defined.

"She should give Andre some lessons." He referred to her famous boyfriend, who had until recently been a top ten player himself. "His serve was broken no fewer than 20 times during that straight set disaster last week." Indeed, he had abruptly announced a sabbatical from tennis due to "arm problems."

David turned off the TV. The world would be a very interesting place to live in the next couple of weeks.

And the term balance of nature would never mean quite the same thing again.

END