My Daughter's Best Friend - Chapter 4 (Patreon)

This lengthy chapter was a joy to create for you all. Pogo's comment on the previous chapter shaped the opening of this chapter significantly and caused me to write a scene from Priscilla's perspective. When I was growing up, being nerdy was not something you wanted on your resume. Now it would seem that some women are quite attracted to nerdy men depending on their taste.I went ahead and kept the brief author's comments in double brackets. Let me know if they were a negative distraction or positively helpful if you want.-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-Chapter 4 – Nerdy

-=-=-=-Priscilla's perspective-=-=-=-

What was he doing in there?

Probably freaking out that he was shorter, hahaha.

I wonder if that was too much for him. It was ok if it was a bit abrasive for him, because he needed to learn his place.

Oh, I'm sure he's fine.

Priscilla stood there lingering near the kitchen counter, still eating her donut, some of the sprinkles falling onto the plate she held beneath her donut. She was lost in thought after Ronen had walked away, obviously reacting to his body getting smaller.

She remembered the slumber party, the day she became the Princess of Power.

Ronen just remembers it as a funny joke that spooked some of the other kids. He doesn't realize that something truly special had happened on that day.

The reason the other children were spooked was because they could feel something extraordinary had taken place, that there was some sort of power radiating off of her. She actually became the Princess of Power on that day and she could feel it. The other kids could feel it too. She was bending reality to her will. When the other children began to sense Priscilla's supernatural ability, they became scared.

Priscilla, with just the power of her mind, had bent reality to her will seven years ago at Lucy Adelstein's birthday party. Her unique ability had awakened, in a safe environment, among safe people, and Ronen, in the position of power that he was, took amazing care of her and protected her. He even lightly scolded the other children for being afraid of her, finding it all so amusing. Priscilla had changed reality with a sort of “letting go” or “focusing on passion” or “dwelling in the depths of imagination.” She couldn't describe exactly how she did it and she would never be able to replicate that effect entirely again after that day, but she had felt the depth of her power in that moment.

No one would ever believe her if she told them that she had special powers though. She knew better than to tell anyone about it. She learned that she had unique latent abilities that she could tap into. All she had to do was figure out how. Then it wouldn't matter if people believed her or not. So that's exactly what she did.

It took her years of exploration, experiment, practice, and honing her ability to finally figure out how to put her special ability to practical use, and that was through hypnosis.

All of these things, and all of the memories, and events that she went through leading up to this point were rushing through her mind. All of her failures, of trying to find things that worked, but didn't. All the times kids bullied her or were mean to her at school for being the “weird one” when she was little.

All the times she got back at them for what they did.

Priscilla also thought of the man she punished for treating her badly at university. She wondered if what she had done to him was ok. She thought of opening up to Ronen about it later, when he's more in love with her, and more understanding. Hearing stories about some of the things she did to bad men using her hypnotic ability might be upsetting for him to hear. When you can bend reality to your will, the negative things that you can do to people become nearly unlimited.

You could convince someone to forget their own name using her ability. You could cause them to forget their own family. Or you could convince them they were someone else entirely.

Or you could be absolutely savage, and shrink them down to the size of a six inch tall action figure and step on them. You could actually end their life quite easily if you wanted to. You could even be torturous, causing someone to have severe clinical depression and live out the rest of their life that way. The sky was the limit for someone with this gift.

Priscilla had contemplated her gift and all of the unique punishments she could dish out if she wanted for a long time. One idea she had was to cause someone to call their own mother by a different random name at least once every time they talk. Another was to make it so that someone wouldn't be able to stop farting in public. She could make it so that someone was agoraphobic, and terrified to go outside. But she hadn't done that yet and had no plans to. She wasn't overtly cruel for no reason. Other ideas were simply to convince people to be better, kinder, and more polite people.

And of course she had contemplated all of the things she could do with her power if she used it on Ronen.

Knowing what she was capable of, she felt that what she had done to Jared was even merciful.

It was not only what she did to him, but how she felt about it that made her think about it.

“Whenever you hear the words “easy does it” you will ejaculate in your pants against your will. Not just if I say it, but if anyone says it, you'll just completely lose control and it will feel great. Every time someone says this you'll become more and more of a premature ejaculator and you will always ejaculate quickly and easily the moment a girl starts flirting with you or teasing you.” she had whispered into his ear, making Jared believe it.

Priscilla knew that right now, the guy that sexually harassed her might be ejaculating in his pants by accident, because of something someone said, or because a girl he liked called him on the phone, or someone made a sexual joke, or anything silly like that. The thought of that made her grin to herself. It made her feel powerful. She liked how it made her feel.

Being a self-aware person, she analyzed herself and realized more deeply, her own relationship with power. The universe gave her power, though she had worked hard to learn how to use it, and she used that power to punish someone who had done something of ill intent towards her. She was given power and she was comfortable with taking it and using it. She thought about that aspect of herself as she ate her donut, admiring herself and feeling excited about who she was.

That guy absolutely deserved it, no doubt, the creep.

Priscilla wondered if her favorite giantess authors would want to read the story of Jared. A story about a younger gentleman that sexually harassed a kind and polite woman without realizing how powerful she was and ended up being hypnotized into becoming a premature ejaculator for life. One scene is him trying to explain his condition to the woman that would hopefully become his wife. She won't believe that his premature ejaculation issue is happening because of a powerful woman that has hypnotized him. The only way to convince her is to tell her the three words, but he's super nervous about telling her the three words that cause him to lose control of himself. He takes the leap, but finds that he may have been unwise to trust this woman. She finds it hilarious and starts saying “easy does it” to him to watch the result, causing him to lose control of himself in his pants repeatedly. She does it again the next time they meet too, and the next. It causes them to break up, but sometimes, she still just calls him randomly to say that to him and hang up, just for kicks. He has to eventually learn to stop answering the phone if he sees it is her calling and move on with his life.

Priscilla is grinning to herself while she's enjoying her donut, feeling so proud of herself for having developed herself so well. She worked hard to be standing where she was right now.

Here I am in the Adelstein residence, enjoying an amazing donut, with the love of my life fully under my grasp.

knock knock knock There was a knock at the front door. Priscilla's eyes scanned the room for Ronen and realized he was too far away to hear anyone knocking. She decided to go and answer the front door herself.

Priscilla instantly recognized the authentic look of surprise on this middle-aged woman's face as she looked into the front entrance and saw a beautiful fit young 19-year-old woman.

Daisy's hair was a mixture of gray and brown, long curly hair, and she wore a brown woolen sweater with a winter coat over top of it.

“Oh, pardon me, are you a friend of Mr.Adelstein's?” Daisy, Ronen's neighbor two doors down asked Priscilla, sizing her up with her eyes. Daisy a taller woman at 5'10” (178 cm) noticed that she was a few inches taller than Priscilla who only stood 5'8” (173 cm) tall.

“Oh, excuse me, I should introduce myself. My name is Priscilla and who might you be?” Priscilla asked, approaching the woman straight on, looking her dead in the eye, and reaching out to shake her hand.

Daisy, even though she was taller, was struck by how confident she was, and how she had walked straight up to her, entirely fearless, and started catching vibes from Priscilla. She accepted Priscilla's hand and shook it, noticing how firm and full of energy and confidence Priscilla's handshake was.

“Hrmmm, ohh, it's Daisy. I live two doors down. I've never seen you or your car around here before.” she spoke, pointing to her house just around the way and then pointing to Priscilla's car that was parked outside.

“Oh I see. You must be new around here then. Did you move into the neighborhood recently?” Priscilla spoke, taking the power position and putting Daisy on the defense.

Daisy was struck back, taking a step back from Priscilla.

“Oh, well, a few years back now I suppose.” she spoke, not revealing how long she had been around exactly.

“Well Mr.Adelstein is currently in the bathroom, but I can give him a message for you if you like.” Priscilla offered in a friendly way, controlling the flow of the conversation.

“Oh well, I just wanted to drop off a holiday gift for him, just a bottle of wine.” she said, handing Priscilla a paper bag.

“I'm not sure if you are old enough to handle alcohol, but I'm sure you can pass this along and it would be fine.” said Daisy.

Priscilla looked up at Daisy with her gaze, giving her a glance.

The two of them, their eyes met.

“Sure, I'd be happy to give this to him... Daisy.” Priscilla told her.

Daisy started to seem a bit different in demeanor after that glance they had exchanged.

Something about Priscilla had left Daisy feeling a bit uneasy and she seemed to be keen on making herself scarce.

“Thank you Priscilla, it was very nice meeting you. Happy holidays!” said Daisy, excusing herself back into the cold winter air to return home.

Priscilla closed the front door shut.

Hrmph. A woman of similar age that lives two doors down bringing over wine for the holidays. Look at that.

Priscilla smirked to herself a knowing grin.

Did you see the way her demeanor changed after you gave her that look Priscilla? Oh yes. She could feel my power and she was starting to cower like a small timid animal. She didn't want to stick around any longer at all.

Was that my competition? Did she even realize I was competition?

She'll be no challenge to me at all.

-=-=-=Back To Ronen's perspective-=-=-=-

I was nervous about telling her, but it somehow felt right. I wasn't sure why. It just seemed like if I was having some sort of crisis, that Priscilla should know about it. Besides, she was the only one around.

I marched out of my bedroom back into the main area of my condominium where the kitchen and living room were. I didn't see Priscilla at all, but there was a bottle of wine with some sort of ribbon tied on it and a card with the name Ronen written beautifully on it in black ink.

Hrmmm, Priscilla must be in her room.

“More donuts is a good idea.” I reckoned with myself out loud.

“And coffee.” I said, speaking to myself.

I picked up a velvet red donut, which were also some of my favorite. I really enjoyed the texture and the complete flavor that sung its song in the mouth.

I got a plate and put the red velvet donut on it and sat down on the leather couch again, worried that I would feel light-headed.

I turned on the television and checked PopCinema to see if there was anything new and cool on it. There were a few stand-up comedians that had new performances. Comedy helped me to relax and unwind when I was tense. I thought of maybe trying one out.

Priscilla came out from her room wearing warm form fitting workout clothes. She looked like she was dressed for a run.

She walked over to me and stood in front of me, blocking the television with her fists on her hips. Somehow she just looked bigger overall physically than when she had first arrived. It was obvious to me that she had grown noticing just how much of my view of the television she blocked as she stood in front of me. She had a concerned look on her face.

It was not lost on me how big she was. Her C-cup breasts were noticeable through her winter workout clothes. She was bigger in the chest area for sure. Bigger than I remembered when she had arrived.

“Hey, I was going to go for a jog, but I was worried about you. Are you feeling better after splashing your face?” she asked me with a concerned look.

“Yes honey... cough I'm sorry...” I said, catching my mistake again.

Priscilla's concerned face flashed into a joyful grinning micro-expression for a moment before quickly shifting back to a look of sincere concern.

“I'm going to have to work on that, sorry. Yes, I'm fine. I think maybe I have some stress or something, so my words are slipping. I'll be okay after I have a donut and the rest of my coffee.” I told Priscilla.

Weren't you going to tell her about your concern that you're shrinking?

“Good! I'm happy to hear it!” she chimed cheerfully, bending over and touching my nose with her pointer finger before bouncing off towards the kitchen and the front-door.

Well that was a friendly, playful, and nice gesture.

I was surprised she had tapped my nose in such an affectionate way, but to be honest, I didn't mind at all. The touch of her finger felt good, and it had helped to calm me down somehow. I watched the swell of her chest and her ass in her workout clothes as she carried her very fit and in-shape body through the kitchen area to the front-door.

“Don't lock the front-door okay?” she called out.

“Yup!” I replied with my mouth partially full of red velvet donut.

“I'll be back in less than forty minutes.” she called out.

ka-clunk the sound of the front-door closing.

Even though Priscilla was so nice, warm, and friendly. I felt temporary relief from her stepping outside.

I had really embarrassed the shit out of myself by calling her “honey”... twice.

Why do you keep doing that?

Not once, but twice I had made the same mistake. It was a bit humiliating. Priscilla was less than half my age. She was such a young woman. It wasn't proper to... uhhh...

Wait, what wasn't proper?

I lost my train of thought.

I wasn't exactly sure I had done that was even improper anymore. In fact, it was just a cute adorable mistake that Priscilla didn't mind at all. She had even told me she didn't mind and not to worry about it, hadn't she?

Yeah, it's fine Ronen. You are fine.

I realized, I had been too tense, taking things too seriously.

Whatever was happening to me, it was probably just stress and fatigue from my heavy emotions.

I was going to be fine, absolutely fine.

Damn, this donut is good.

I reached over to look at the picture of my Flower Lily and I, the one I always kept on the nightstand next to the couch.

When I reached over to grab the picture and hold it in my hand, I realized, it wasn't the picture I had expected.

Instead of seeing the picture of Kate and I, it was a picture of Lucy, Priscilla, and I, on the day that they left to go to university.

Hrmmmm, that's strange. I must have moved the picture of Kate and I. It's probably in my bedroom or something.

And anyway, it wasn't so strange that Priscilla looked so much bigger. She works out a lot and she must be building a lot of muscle.

I decided to take my mind off of things by eating more donuts than I should. My coffee was already mostly gone, but it was fine. The donuts were amazing.

Poor Lucy might not have any donuts waiting for her at home by the time she arrives.

I figured we would just make sandwiches for lunch or something easy, and maybe take them both out to dinner later.

Maybe Stone Fire Steakhouse or something nice like that? My Flower Lilly would love that. I mean, Priscilla and Lucy would love that. I was sure.

45 minutes of watching PopCinema later.

Ka-clunk the sound of the front-door closing.

thump thump thump thump thump Priscilla's footsteps thumped their way through the kitchen towards me.

I looked over to see her face red and hot from jogging and exercise. Her C-cup breasts were bouncing and moving amazingly with her walk, and her chest was heaving with her breath. She was still winded, but in a healthy and fit way. I could tell she had exercised quite a lot.

ring a ling a ling I heard the ringing sound of Priscilla's phone in her room as she headed towards it.

I didn't bother her while she looked busy and focused. I definitely helped myself to gazing upon her physical form as she marched herself towards Lucy's room with a look of determination on her face. There was absolutely no denying the fact that her chest had grown at this point. I was really helping myself to the sight of her C-cup breasts bouncing tightly in her workout clothes as Priscilla went into Lucy's room and closed the door behind her.

“Heyyy!” I heard her say, her voice slightly muffled through the door.

“Oh that's good. I understand. It's good to take a break and stretch your legs.” I heard Priscilla speak through the sound muffling of the bedroom door.

Oh golly, I'm unintentionally eavesdropping.

I wasn't trying to listen in, but I could barely hear her through the door. It put me in an uncomfortable situation. I wasn't sure if I should cover my ears, leave the room, or just play dumb and try to listen.

It's not your fault if you can hear her Ronen, just enjoy your show on PopCinema.

It was probably Lucy on the phone anyway, so it wasn't that important. I heard her speak a few sentences here and there, but her voice was low and I couldn't make it out. Then, I clearly understood Priscilla's voice through the door, though I hadn't intended to.

“Yeah, just remember, when you see him, no matter how big or small he is, it's normal and healthy, ok?” Priscilla spoke, a bit more excitement in her voice as she spoke more clearly this time.

Hrmmm, who were they talking about? Bobby? Man, I'm eavesdropping.

“Yes, exactly! Mmmm hrmmmm. You got it! Good. Make sure to drive slowly and carefully. Yeah. Oh, he's fine. He got us a nice surprise. You'll see when you get here. Uh huh. See you soon.” Priscilla spoke, wrapping up her conversation.

Ok, now they're talking about me.

I felt bad for overhearing their conversation about boys a bit, but it was fine. It was all harmless. All I needed to do was be a gracious host, and I felt like I was killing the game thus far.

A short while later Priscilla came out of the bedroom, having changed out of her exercise clothes. She was wearing a short black pleated skirt that only went half way down her upper legs, and a long-sleeved light baby blue shirt that went all the way up to the bottom of her neck. The shirt was tight around the arms, chest, and upper belly, but a bit looser around the lower stomach and long enough to rest loosely over her black pleated skirt, covering up the top of it slightly. The shirt definitely showed off her slender form, however, and the swell of her chest.

I still couldn't figure out how or why her boobs looked bigger.

Noticing how short and revealing her clothes were, I thought of cranking up the thermostat.

“Ohhh uhhhh, do you want me to turn the heat up?” I suggested to Priscilla realizing that her legs were exposed and that she seemed a bit under-dressed.

I hadn't meant to make her feel awkward, but she looked down at her outfit and scanned her own body.

“Oh no, I'm fine. My body is still warm after running so much is all. I might change into something warmer later.” said Priscilla as she stepped onto the egg white carpet of the living room area to see what I was watching.

“Hey, what are you watching?” she asked. Something had peaked her interest.

“It's just an interview with the cast of...” I began, only to be cut off.

“The Witcher, right?” Priscilla spoke.

I was surprised that she cut me off with the correct answer.

“I mean... yeah.” I told her, a bit caught off guard.

“Do you like... uhhhh...” I started asking her if she liked The Witcher, but she got totally distracted as she saw something else that caught her eye, not paying any attention to what I was saying.

“Oh my god, how did I not notice these before?!?!” Priscilla declared with excitement, staring at something of interest below the television, dropping onto all fours, and crawling across my egg-white carpeted floor.

I found myself staring as her skirt lifted up in the back quite a lot, her left knee moving forward and pressing into the floor, followed by her right as she crawled across my living room in a youthful excited manner. The backs of her thick, well-exercised, peach-white thighs flexed and moved as she crawled across the floor excitedly to the stand with the TV on it. Her firm and big butt and hips really stuck out into the air as her black-pleated skirt covered butt jutted into the air with her excited and playful crawling motion, wobbling and shaking with feminine muscle and fat as she crawled. She obviously had a strong athletic body from all the exercise she did, and it looked amazing to gaze upon her rear-end and thighs as she crawled across the floor. Her big firm fat ass was shaking left to right as she made her way all the way across the living room floor. I couldn't take my eyes off her the whole time, drawn to the motion of her big fit ass like a fish to a lure.

“Is that the entire rainbow hard-cover set of the Witcher series?!?!” she exclaimed in surprise as she crawled across the room in a sexually alluring manner.

I was sure she hadn't meant to look that sexy, but her body was so curvy, well-muscled, and attractive that her natural excitement made it a very sexual sight before my older and wiser middle-aged male gaze. I hadn't been interacting with any ladies at all, or even touching myself or looking at anything erotic since my wife had passed. It was very stimulating for me to have such a beautiful and sexy young lady crawling around my home in a short skirt, as fit and healthy as she was.

Priscilla reached out and grabbed a colored book from it's resting place on the stand beneath the television. She pulled it off the shelf and sat up, resting on her haunches, opening up the book and leafing through the pages. Her skirt was resting on her thick curvy thighs and allowing gravity to pull the fabric down onto the carpet a bit. Her fat butt squished and widened a bit as it pressed into the ground to support her upright seated position. I marveled at how her body looked sitting there on my living room floor as she inspected that hardcover book.

“Well, I mean, it's not exactly a rainbow, or the same colors, but yeah, the books are quite colorful.” I pointed out, not trying to be pedantic, though I sounded like it.

“Wowww... I never knew you were such a nerd Ronen.” she told me in an excited feminine exclamation as she put the first book back on the shelf, leaning forward and allowing her skirt to pull further up on her big behind.

gulp I swallowed as the briefest hint of white cotton panties flashed my eyes, the material of the skirt lifting up just enough to see it.

Priscilla was leaning forward too much as she put the first book back on the shelf, and her black pleated skirt had pulled up a lot in the back. It was only the briefest hint of bright white cotton, and I was alarmed at seeing it. It was a really erotic sight for me. I wasn't sure if I should tell her or not.

I didn't want to be a pervert or a creep, staring at my daughter's best friend, but she was a very attractive young woman, and I couldn't help but stare for some reason. I felt like yesterday I was more on the ball about not staring at her. Today I couldn't seem to restrain myself anywhere near as much. I tried to use willpower to avoid looking, but I found my eyes resting on the swell of her black pleated skirt covered ass, the backs of her thighs, her well-muscled fit calves, and everything I was seeing.

I thought about telling her that I could see her exposed body parts, but she might have reacted poorly to that. I didn't want to embarrass her. I felt it was better to simply try to ignore it and not make an awkward scene of how much of her body she was exposing to me as I sat on the black leather couch. She was safe here anyway and nothing bad could happen to her. I would protect her like I always had and I didn't want her to feel bad. It was just... yikes... this was a really erotic display of the feminine body. Priscilla's body was built amazingly well, especially for a young lady that was only 19-years-old. She had spent so much time exercising throughout the school year, and she had just finished a long jog recently. Her body was showing off the recent “pump” of her jog, her legs and buttocks looking activated, tight, and fantastic.

My heart began beating a bit faster, just from seeing her huge butt, thick legs, and all her feminine curves as she pulled the second book off the shelf, sliding her palms over the hard-cover in her hands, almost caressing it.

“Wow... you really like The Witcher, huh?” she asked me out loud without turning around to look at me, completely enraptured with my colored book collection.

“Well yeah. It's a great series.” I told her, pointing out the obvious.

Just because I was a science based thinker that was grounded in reality, didn't mean I didn't like fantasy, science-fiction, and other forms of fictional entertainment.

“Hooo Ho Ho... Dune? You have the entire Dune series too?” she asked, bending over and putting the second Witcher book back on the wall, her eyes drawn to the Dune series next.

I was getting both turned on and made to feel anxious as I saw her black-pleated skirt pull up against the backs of her thighs again as she lifted her butt up and leaned forward, exposing the peach-white colored flesh of her skin on her thick thighs. It made me wonder what it would feel like if she sat in my lap. It was so erotic to imagine such a thick, fit, set of well-muscled jogger's thighs pressed into my lap from above. I didn't mean to think such thoughts at all, and I didn't mean for my eyes to linger, but they did. I was outright staring at her at this point. Her white cotton panties flashed me yet again as she grabbed one of the Dune books that caught her eye and pulled it off the shelf, once again letting her bottom drop down into the floor to support her upper torso, her big bottom squishing into the ground.

“Yeah, I have every Dune book. I have a much bigger shelf of books in my bedroom. I guess they are how I escape when I feel stressed out from work or anything like that.” I told her, trying to continue her conversation without drawing any attention to the fact of the amazingly erotic view she was giving me as she was bending over and going through all my books.

“Holy cow Ronen, how many books have you read?” Priscilla asked me.

I was surprised by how fascinated and interested she was in this topic.

“Oh, I donno, quite a lot at this point. It's easy to have read a lot when you get to be my age.” I told her, reminding her of my older age compared to her.

“Wow, you are such a mature and nerdy gentleman. A real catch.” she pointed out with her young feminine voice, once again thrusting her buns backwards at me as she lifted her hips up to lean forward and put the last Dune book back on the shelf.

“Sure... I guess... Thanks.” I told her with a shrug of my shoulders, sort of dismissively, still watching her body and how attractive it was.

I managed to pull my eyes away back to the television just before she turned around to look at me. She gave me some sort of grin as she looked at me that I couldn't read as she sat on her haunches in front of the TV, partially blocking my view with her beautiful head, long-black hair, crystal blue eyes, and her warm intrigued smile. She looked excited or something. She must have loved nerdy books or something.

Then, her facial expression changed to something more curious, as if she had noticed something new. She tilted her head to one side as she stared at me.

I turned around to look behind me.

“Is there mud on my face?” I asked her.

“No...” she began, standing up onto her legs, her knees chafed a bit red from the carpet.

“It's just, you look different somehow. Your clothes look looser on you or something.” she told me, thumping her feet over towards me.

thump thump thump thump thump

“Huh? Oh no... I just enjoy wearing looser clothes.” I lied to her.

Priscilla's eyebrow furrowed inward even more so, full of skepticism and doubt. She did not seem convinced.

She plopped her sexy body that was now bigger than mine onto the couch next to me.

“Let me see. Hold up your hand.” she instructed me, holding up her palm and widening her fingers.

I rolled my eyes and followed along, holding up my palm. She allowed her palm to press into mine. We made body contact with our hands. I could see, with certainty, that her hands were very slightly bigger than mine. That was quite strange. I had always been bigger than Priscilla, my whole life.

We both locked eyes, realizing the same thing at the same time. She knew that I had gotten smaller, and I knew that she knew. She knew that I knew, and I knew that she knew that I knew.

“Yeah, your hand definitely seems smaller somehow. That's is so strange huh?” she pointed out.

“Maybe. I just don't know what to make of that, because that simply can't happen.” I told her.

What we were discussing was threatening my worldview. I knew that the human body couldn't possibly shrink for any reason, other than old age, and that was only slightly. Also, I didn't think I was old enough to start shrinking. I was still relatively young.

“Did you shrink or something?” she asked, lowering her hand and looking at me with one eyebrow furrowed, as if investigating me and my physical form.

a subtle groaning noise emanated into the air 

“No Priscilla, I didn't shrink, because that's impossible. I just feel light-headed or something. I don't know. Maybe I'm sick.” I said, shrugging my shoulders.

I felt the back of her palm on my forehead, like a doting mother caring for its child. It was surprising and even a bit awkward to have her make physical contact with me, but it didn't seem wildly out of place, and I let it happen. She was obviously just concerned about me.

“Well, you don't have a fever.” she told me.

It was strange though, it almost felt like the back of her hand was sliding against my skin somehow as she held it against my forehead, even though I wasn't moving. It felt like the back of her hand was even growing, but that couldn't be possible. My mind was so focused on the sensation of the soft back of her hand as I felt it shifting against my forehead.

“I've actually been thinking about this for a while. I wondered if Wanda put something in my coffee, but that's crazy. Also, it would have been in your coffee too, and you don't seem to be having any issues. I just feel a bit out of it for some reason.” I confessed in all honesty.

“Well, maybe you just need to rest a while. I can keep an eye on you and make sure you're feeling okay. Maybe I should call Lucy and ask her if you have any history of things like this happening?” Priscilla suggested.

“No, I mean. I would tell you if I did.” I told her honestly.

Priscilla smiled.

“Awww, I'm so glad to hear that. That's so sweet that you'd be honest with me. I'm glad if you feel that you can trust me. Such a mature and honest man you are. I just hadn't known that you were so nerdy. I really loved checking out your book collection.” Priscilla told me, still keeping her body close to mine on the couch.

“Besides, I'd rather not bother Lucy while she's driving on the road.” I added

With her body so close, it was easy to see that something was wrong. It seemed like she was very slowly and ever so subtly rising up in height or something. It was happening so slowly I couldn't be sure however. It was really messing with my head.

“And anyway, if you ever did shrink, I wouldn't mind it at all. Like I said, I think smaller guys are really cute. I wouldn't judge you badly or anything like that. I even have sort of a thing for smaller guys.” she told me, looking into my eyes a bit more intently than I would have wanted.

another soft groaning noise in the air

I turned my head left and right, trying to see where the noise was coming from.

Did I leave some sort of gadget turned on?

The situation was starting to feel a bit more awkward and intense. More and more I was aware of how close she was sitting next to me. Her chest was so pronounced in that tight baby blue shirt of hers. Even though she was wearing a bra, the bulge of her C-cup breasts was so overt. She had such beautiful healthy breasts and she was sitting so close. It almost seemed like those breasts of hers were growing or something, but I wasn't staring directly at her. It was just, all of her, in my peripheral vision seemed to be very subtly getting larger. I could definitely feel the slow shift taking place.

I looked down and noticed my jacket was reaching further and further over the skin of my wrist, almost like it was lengthening against me. It did present the illusion that I was very slowly shrinking or getting smaller. I was starting to feel that it wasn't an illusion at all. Something really was happening, something very real.

“Thanks again. I'm glad to know that I'm safe around you. I'm starting to feel a bit light-headed or weird or something.” I told her honestly, feeling a bit of confusion effecting my communication. I felt like I wasn't articulating myself as well all of a sudden.

“And anyway, I think nerdy guys are so cool. I'll bet a lot of women feel super attracted to you.” Priscilla told me, beaming at me with a warm facial expression.

I turned away from her and started to watch the interview on PopCinema, trying to avoid staring at her body so much, and hopefully distancing myself from her current topic of conversation.

“Uhhhh, not really I guess. I'm a shorter guy and I no one hits on me or anything like that. I always just had a happy healthy relationship with my... with my... uhhh...”

What was I talking about? Didn't I have a relationship with someone?

More and more my shirt felt like it was slipping against my body, growing larger and larger, looser and looser. The beautiful, fit, and curvy woman sitting next to me appeared to get bigger and bigger very slowly and consistently. Her thighs were getting larger and larger than mine, along with her arms, her butt, her hips, her head, and just all of her. Her overall size seemed to be slowly increasing in my perception. In fact, the couch seemed to be getting larger and more comfortable too.

“Wow, really? I would love to have a nerdy guy in my life, like a nerdy boyfriend or a nerdy husband. I would cherish him entirely if I had that, for sure. I'd work day and night to make him super happy in any way that I could. I think it's rare to find a guy like that, so I would go out of my way all the time to make him so happy.”

Oh my god let's change the topic. Try to change the topic.

“Your neighbor Daisy dropped off a bottle of wine while you were freshening up by the way.” Priscilla told me, winking at me suggestively.

“Oh ha ha ha, very funny.” I said sarcastically while laughing, admired Priscilla's suggestion that women were hitting on me all the time.

I knew she was only teasing, but being so young and beautiful, that wink was really beautiful and sexy and struck a nerve in me.

Priscilla was making me ponder if I was downplaying my own sexual market value. I began contemplating the possible truth that Priscilla presented, that my neighbor Daisy was showing romantic interest in me by bringing me a bottle of decently expensive wine.

“So Lucy is on her way is she?” I said, trying to cool the heat of the conversation down.

“Yeah, but she never told me how nerdy you were Ronen. You are like a huge nerd.”

“I just like to relax and read good books I guess.” I said, downplaying my nerdiness.

It seemed like she was really focused on how nerdy I was. It was like a dog with a bone.

“Oh my god! I know. You can tell me everything about you and what really nerdy guys like. You could tell me what kind of women you like and teach me so that I could learn how to get a nerdy guy for myself in the future. Wow, this is a great idea. So tell me, what kind of women do you like Ronen?”

Wow, this conversation is heating up. This is my daughter's best friend and we've never spoken about things like this. I should cool this down.

“I only had eyes for my... uhhh....” I tried to tell her that I loved someone, but I couldn't remember who it was.

I knew I loved my daughter Lucy, and I loved her best friend Priscilla, who was sitting right next to me, slowly and consistently growing right before my eyes, but wasn't there someone else that I loved?

“Yeah, ahem, I only have eyes for my.... uhhh....” I tried to tell Priscilla again who I loved, but my memory was just not servicing me at all. I felt a bit light-headed and confused.

Priscilla saw me struggling to collect my thoughts and ignored it, continuing with her questioning.

“Do you like passive women or dominant women? Loud women? Quiet women? Please, you have to tell me more. I really need to know what nerdy guys like if I have any hope of getting a nerdy older man before I get too old to marry one. I don't want to end up a single cat lady drinking boxed wine or anything like that. I super plan on using my youth and beauty to bag the best man I can early on. I'm already thinking about it all the time actually. I just funnel that energy into my studies because I feel I don't have any options at my university. It's not like I'm going to hit on a college professor or anything like that.” Priscilla told me with passion. She was clearly interested in this topic.

“I... ummm...” I was sort of trying to ignore her conversation, and I tried staring at the interview on the television, but she kept going on and on.

There was something really interesting and captivating about her talking about hitting on her college professors and other such older men.

“So like, where do nerdy guys like you go in your spare time? Church? Sporting events? Libraries? I really would have no idea. Please tell me more about your life.”

“I don't know. I just go to work and then come home and read books to relax I guess. Work stresses me out and I just like to unwind when I get home. I guess I go to restaurants sometimes.” I told her.

The sensations of my getting smaller had finally lessened to a halt.

[[5'0 even now]]

“I see. The reason I work out so much is I'm constantly trying to become bigger and better to attract a really high quality man such as yourself. But I just never run into any of them, ever. It's so frustrating. Like, I have all these needs. Needs I really want to confide in you if I can.”

another groaning noise spoke into the air

I once again took a look around the room, trying to figure out what electronic device I had left turned on, but nothing came to mind.

“Uhhh, sure... I guess... Do you hear a strange electronic noise of some sort?” I replied, feeling a bit nervous and uncomfortable at the conversation topic.

She completely ignored my question as she sat next to me, chatting with me passionately about this topic that was obviously exciting for her. I hadn't realized that she had such a strong interest in the opposite gender, let alone older and more mature men. She had told me earlier, but I hadn't realize that her interest was quite this strong.

As she continued chattering, in the side of my vision, I noticed the exposed part of her legs that was uncovered by her black pleated skirt start to grow and expand very slowly. It was entirely noticeable because my leg was next to hers and I could easily compare the two. It was clear to me that the muscle, shape, and size of her very beautiful and sexy leg was growing and growing slowly, but consistently. It was making my leg look smaller and smaller.

gulp I heard myself swallow.

“Like, I really have this deep need to take care of a man. That's the worst one maybe. I feel like it might not be normal, because it's such a powerful urge. I really want to nurture a man, feed him, keep him safe, make him feel like everything is okay, hug him, and cherish him, stuff like that. Sometimes when I'm alone, I imagine that I'm doing those things for a really nice, mature, and nerdy guy like you. It's just a powerful fantasy of mine that I really hope I can live out in reality soon. I just need to find the right guy that would accept me and let me take care of him.”

I was taken aback a bit by how much private information she was suddenly confiding in me. These were quite intimidate details about her private thoughts to say the least.

On and on she spoke, as I noticed the flesh that was contained in her bra seemed to expand slowly, like a balloon inflating, being slowly pumped full of air. Her boob flesh wasn't just rising above the cups of her bra underneath her shirt, but everywhere, the sides, the bottoms, the overall shape and girth. The bra wasn't shrinking, it was just remaining the same size, but her breasts were filling it out more and more. I noticed her boobs growing heavier and heavier in her shirt, as some of the flesh started to push out at the sides and bottom of her bra, making her bra look a little bit too small on her. Her breasts were not spilling out of it, it was just that her new physical size was making her bra look a few sizes too small.

Her head rose taller and taller above mine as she spoke, sitting down on the couch next to me. Her ass expanded slowly and filled out the seat beneath her more and more as her hips grew wider and wider, causing her skirt to show more and more of her legs, her skirt looking smaller and smaller, slowly sliding up to expose more and more of her well-muscled feminine thighs. Even her arms were looking bigger and bigger than mine. I prayed she didn't ask us to measure our palms together again, because I was sure the difference would be even more dramatic.

[[Priscilla is now 5'8” D-Cup breasts]]

“Don't you think a guy my age is much too old for you Priscilla?” I asked, surprised at my own coherence. I felt like I was in a bit of a daze as my reality steadily shifted around me.

“Are you kidding? Not... at... all... You are the perfect age for me. I would love to have a mature older man like you in my life. In fact, if you were my husband, I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off of you. You are so nerdy and attractive to me. Besides, you are so sweet. What woman wouldn't want to get their hands all over a nice and sweet guy like you Ronen?” Priscilla suggested, preening her long black hair by running her hands through it, giving off a youthful aura.

I was feeling my face starting to flush red a bit. I was honestly taken aback. I felt like I wasn't sure what to say. I felt quiet.

“Do you like curvy women Ronen?”

I can't believe she's asking me this.

“I mean, sure, what guy doesn't?” I was getting more and more nervous, feeling like I shouldn't be answering.

Priscilla was smiling excitedly and nodding slowly.

“How big would your dream girl be? Would she have huge breasts, like a G-cup or something?”

I was surprised by her bold conversation and I started feeling flustered.

“uhhhh Priscilla, maybe we should...” I tried to say that we should talk about something else, but Priscilla just spoke over me, lost in her own thoughts.

“But if I got like... huge, would you like that even more and maybe want to date me or something?” Priscilla asked me with passionate inquiry, her eyes never ceasing to stare at me while I watched the television.

“Priscilla, I could never date you, I'm sorry, but I never thought of you that way... I'm a gentleman and I would never take advantage of my daughter's best friend that's less than half my age. Something strange is happening, I feel like I'm light-headed or I'm hallucinating or something. It looks like you are growing bigger or something bizarre like that. Maybe we should call a doctor?” I spoke.

“That's why I told you that you can let it go Ronen. You don't have to worry about my age. I'm obviously a very big and fully grown woman now. Don't you like how I look?” she asked, sliding her hands gently up her slender torso until her palms fit underneath her bust. With a gentle but firm gesture, she slid her palms up into her bra only slightly, causing her bra covered bust to hoist upward, making it lift, wobble, and fall, emphasizing the size and weight of her big tits. She was ignoring my clearly articulated health issues while presenting her beautiful, busty, and youthful body to me.

My throat felt dry as the Sahara desert. I was having trouble swallowing. “I think I need a glass of water.”

“Oh my gawd, are you okay? Yeah, I'll get you some water. You stay right there!”

thump thump thump thump thump

glug glug glug glug the sound of bottled water being poured into a cup.

I really did feel light-headed. I worried I was going to pass out or something. I didn't have any blackened out vision or tweety birds stirring in my vision, but my body definitely felt off somehow, like it had been drained of energy or something. I felt weaker than normal.

Soon Priscilla had returned holding a blue plastic cup filled with water. I totally realized that the cup was bigger than it should have been, filling up more of my hands than I was used to. It was becoming very obvious that I was smaller.

I took several large gulps.

“Ahhhhhh...” I let out a sigh of relief as the water cooled my throat.

I reached over and set the cup on the nightstand to my left that was lingering beyond the armrest of the couch. I noticed it took more reaching than usual to cover that amount of distance with my arm. All of my furniture seemed bigger than it had been just a few days before.

I wasn't ready to feel Priscilla's body pressing subtly against mine after I finished settling back into the couch, having set my cup on the nightstand. She was sitting too close. I could feel her thighs and legs touching mine on the right side of my body, and they were bigger than mine. It felt amazing.

Does she realize how close she's sitting to me?

“Anyway, if we were dating, I'd be so happy that I wouldn't even care if you would shrink down into a tiny little man or anything like that. In fact, I would love that and totally protect you and cherish you, feed you delicious meals and fruit and things. I would even spoon-feed you if you wanted. It would be so fun and awesome for me. It's kind of my dream fantasy. You probably think it sounds weird and crazy right? I hope I don't scare you by revealing all my private thoughts. I know I can trust you though, since you are so kind, mature, and I've known you such a long time. I am certain you'll create a safe space for me to tell you these things right?”

I heard that familiar groaning noise yet again

Okay, something is really going on. That sound is strange.

I wanted to protest to her again, that she was making me a bit uncomfortable with how personal she was making this between us, and our large age difference. I needed to remind her again that we could obviously never date due to.... uhhh... due to... ummm....

What was it that was preventing us from dating again?

I kept reaching and reaching in my mind to tell her that what she was saying was absurd and improper, but my mind was a void for some reason. I couldn't think of whatever it was I had wanted to tell her.

Then it started happening again. My shirt and jacket started extending further and further past my wrist, reaching to cover most of my palms, and even a lot of my fingers. I was starting to realize my clothes were absolutely unfitting for me, and much too big. My pants felt so loose around the waist area. I didn't want to get up because I was certain they would fall off. As long as I kept sitting, I would be fine, but clearly, my clothes weren't fitting me anymore.

Priscilla's body seemed to slowly grow even more and more big compared to me. She was starting to loom above me and really dominate my presence by sitting next to me. She was somewhere around a foot taller than me now, I could tell, maybe a bit less? Her legs seemed to expand and grow next to mine, but I knew it was my legs that were shrinking and losing weight. Watching my legs get smaller and smaller compared to her thick, beautiful, well-muscled thighs was totally messing with my head. The whole experience was really overwhelming.

I was looking up at her now, realizing how much more beautiful she seemed now that she was bigger. Her body continued to slowly grow in front of me, though it was my own body shrinking. She continued conversing with me like nothing was happening at all. The whole situation was so much to take in. I had no idea how to react. What was taking place was entirely impossible and my worldview did not support this happening at all. My brain was short-circuited and I just sat there and watched it all happened, like a deer in headlights.

[4'10” Ronen now]]

“You don't judge me negatively for having these unique fantasies do you?”

“I mean... no. I guess not.” I shrugged, almost feeling like I was on drugs I was so out of it.

It's just a lot to hear about such intense private fantasies young lady.

Priscilla's face lit up.

“Wowww, I knew an older man like you would be so warm, mature, and accepting of my disposition. That is soooo sweet. I super appreciate that Ronen.” she beamed at me warmly, her face lit up with joy and appreciation.

Damn, she is so pretty when she is happy. It's intense.

“But tell me please, do you like aggressive or passive women?” She asked, sliding her body closer until it was touching mine a little bit more.

squish I felt her thighs squishing into mine a bit. They were so much bigger than mine now and it was glaringly obvious. It felt too amazing to have her thighs touching mine, because they seemed so perfect from all that exercise she did.

“I don't know I guess. I never really thought about it much. I was always married to... uhh...”

Who was I married to again?

“Oh okay. I'm only nervous to ask because I'm like, super aggressive when I find a guy I like. I can't help it. It's just a part of who I am.” she told me, sliding closer even a bit more until her thick body was squishing into mine even more. She was really letting me feel her body. I felt her arms, her side, her shoulders, and all of her pressing against me now.

“I've just always found it so easy to take what I want. I mean all you have to do is reach out and grab it, right? I have no idea why so many people are afraid to do that.” she spoke, her hand falling onto my knee and giving it a squeeze. Then her palm slid up on my leg slightly, feeling my leg and squeezing it gently.

“Shit... cough I mean... most people are nervous about that I guess.” I tried to reply casually to her conversation, but I was obviously overwhelmed by her coming onto me.

Looking down at my lap, I saw her hand, that was a lot bigger than was normal, and it was allowing itself to casually feel my shrunken leg without my given permission. It was so attractive how she just reached out and touched me, initiating contact without even asking. Her touch actually felt so nice.

“Oh, I'm not making you nervous am I?” she asked politely as her bigger hand squeezed and slightly fondled my shrunken leg.

Wasn't there some reason I was telling her not to sit so close to me?

“No I meant, most people are nervous to just, do as they please, or whatever... cough cough” I tried to say, downplaying how intense this situation was, and how nervous I was getting from how close she was sitting to me. She was acting like she was my girlfriend or lover or something, with how close she was sitting, letting her body squish into mine on the couch.

“Ohhhhhhh I see. My mistake. Yeah, I understand. I always knew I was unique, cus I'm not nervous at all. Like, I have no trouble at all just totally going after the things I really want. And if I can't get what I want, I just work on myself super hard, trying to get bigger and better until I can.”

a subtle groaning noise filled my ears

“Like, I would definitely work on myself and make myself a lot bigger if I needed to, for the guy I liked. I would want to be like, his total fantasy, you know? That's why I'm always exercising. I love the idea of becoming so beautiful for the guy I love that he would have no chance at all of resisting me. I want to become a total fantasy for him. Beautiful enough that he just loses himself entirely when he sees me or gets close to me. I also like the idea of being much bigger than a man for some reason. That whole idea really excites me so much.” Priscilla spoke to me, confiding all of her inner thoughts in me, completely unconcerned that I would take it poorly. She was trusting me in this safe space that I had created for her.

Whatever protest or resistance I was putting up before, I couldn't remember it at all. I couldn't even think of why I had done that. This woman was so beautiful, and attractive. Why would I push her away from me? She was the nicest woman in the world, a woman I deeply respected. She was welcome to sit as close to me as she wanted.

I watched as her skirt started to look more like a mini skirt on her. Her thighs were absolutely bulging with thick feminine size and muscle. It was like something out of an erotic comic book, the way her body was starting to look. Her bra seemed to shrink more and more against her chest as her tits grew and grew, spilling out of it and threatening to break it open entirely. It obviously didn't fit at all anymore.

Rip Rip Snap the sound of fabric tearing before it broke.

It was very obvious to see what had happened. Priscilla's bra had finally broken under the pressure of her expanding bust. The strap on the back of her had somehow broken apart. She had simply grown too much. Her tits were spilling out in certain areas underneath the light baby blue material of her long-sleeved shirt that was being filled out more and more by her expanded chest. She seemed to ignore it entirely and pay it no mind at all, as if her bra hadn't even broken, or she hadn't realized it. Her chest that had expanded into an E-cup had absolutely shattered her old bra into being a piece of useless trash.

Her beautiful long-black hair seemed to fill more and more of my vision. Her crystal blue eyes seemed to rise higher and higher above me, seeming bigger and bigger, like larger marbles full of beautiful flickering tropical ocean water. Her thighs seemed to squish into me more and more as they covered more and more area of my legs. She was absolutely big now. I was astounded by how her presence was dominating mine, just by her sitting there and being so much bigger than me. I was physically inferior to her entirely now and I was very aware of it.

[5'10” with E-cup breasts]]

“Okay...” was all I could reply, feeling that my breathing was becoming more labored.

I was certain that my face was red as a Fuji apple. I felt heat in my face. I was blushing entirely and I felt myself being amazingly turned on by what was happening. Feelings of electricity were stirring in my heart, stomach, and churning in between my legs. My balls felt electrical and I couldn't control it.

“I know you must be sad to have lost your wife, and that's really hard. I totally sympathize with your loss, but isn't it healthy for you to move on and date again?” Priscilla advised me with firm insistence.

“It just feels so soon, and uhhh.... ahem” I was losing myself entirely, squirming in my seat, trying to react appropriately to this incredibly curvy and gorgeous woman, but I was coughing, clearing my throat, and showing all the signs of nervousness.

The topic of discussion was also amazingly sensitive for me on an emotional level. I wasn't sure if I was ready to “move on” as she was suggesting.

“I'm sorry, this is a lot for me to talk about right now. I feel embarrassed I can't conduct myself well.” I told her, almost stuttering, my voice feeling soft and weak when I spoke.

I guess it would be healthy to move on from... uhhhh... the past...

I tried to think of what I was moving on from, but I couldn't even remember. Priscilla was making more and more sense to me by the moment. I was starting to feel like a moron for ever thinking it was a bad idea to date someone new. People needed to move on, didn't they?

“Well that would be the best part of dating me Ronen. I wouldn't mind that at all. In fact, I think it's so cute when you stumble over your words and react to me like that. I even like making you react to me this way. I might even encourage it, cus I think it's so attractive. Why would you worry about something like that if I love it and think it's so cute?”

Holy shit. This is happening so fast. She's entirely moving in on me.

“In fact, let me show you how much I really like you, just so you know I really mean it.” Priscilla spoke, reaching out and grabbing my crotch with her hand.

I felt her grab my dick through my formal, but casual soft black dress pants that were entirely too loose on my shrunken body now. I was alarmed by how good it felt when she caused the cloth material to squeeze and slide against my skin. It was so sudden. I hadn't expected it at all.

“Wohhhh wohhh wohh...” I said, trying to slow her down, squirming a bit and lifting up a hand to her wrist.

“But Lucy...” I protested, placing a shrunken hand on her wrist that looked so big and healthy now.

“Oh, Lucy won't mind at all. She'll be really happy to have me more in her life and she'll be thrilled for me, I'm sure.” Priscilla spoke, batting down my protests effortlessly, as if she had been ready for them preemptively.

My panic, squirming, and trying to move away from her on the couch did nothing to slow her down at all. She didn't let go of my dick at all, squeezing it firmly through my pants without ever letting go. As I tried to move my body towards the armrest and get away from her a bit, her hand just held onto my dick and chased me down. She didn't care that I was trying to slow her down and get away at all. She stood her ground. Her palm and soft feminine hand was just gripping me firmly as if I belonged to her and she was entirely undeterred.

“I mean, this proves to you how much I really like you, and that I'm not messing around right?” Priscilla told me, fire in her eyes. Her crystal blue eyes were still blue, but it felt like they were blazing with fire and passion as she stared at me intensely.

She is SO beautiful, wow.

“cough yeah it's just... holy shit...”

“I know. I already told you. I'm really aggressive. Sorry if it's a lot, but you like it right? I mean, it feels good when I do this right?” she asked, her grip tightening and loosening repeatedly, pumping my penis and balls in her grip, squeezing me like I was putty.

“Maybe our relationship can get bigger and better if I do this too you, hrmmm? I really hope so.”

another groaning noise enters the air around me

At this point, it was obvious. I was hearing this sound whenever she was starting to grow or I was starting to shrink. Whichever one. I braced myself for impact as best as I could.

“Oh shit...” I muttered under my breath, though Priscilla didn't even hear me, she was so into what she was doing to me that she totally ignored me and kept going as she started growing bigger and bigger, even bigger than she already had become.

Her torn bra that was dangling awkwardly under her shirt started getting pressed into even more by her exposed breasts that were only covered by a thin layer of baby blue cotton. I could see her thick left nipple poking into her shirt, but not her right, because part of her ruined bra was still dangling on top of it and holding on for dear life on her right side.

It was at least a foot taller than me now, her body. Sitting down, it was less apparent and clear just how much bigger she was, but I could tell she was over a foot taller than me, and bigger all over. She was big enough that I was no match for her physically at all anymore. She could have manhandled me if she had wanted to.

rrrrip rip rrrriip Snap the sound of cloth ripping and tearing as her bra got even more destroyed by her huge chest.

It was clear that her shoulders, arms, torso, and upper body in general had grown so much that her bra was getting obliterated and torn into tatters, not that Priscilla paid any mind. She was more focused on what she was doing to me with her hands. She was like an entertained animal with an exciting toy, entirely focused on the precious entertainment before her. She was so into what she was doing that she didn't even hear me cuss under my breath, feeling completely overwhelmed with emotional duress.

This incredibly sexy beautiful young lady just kept growing and growing, growing and growing slowly as she was jacking me off relentlessly through my pants, chatting me up with her excited chatter all the while. Her head was rising up higher, along with her shoulders, and her arms were expanding in comparison to mine. Her hips and ass were filling out so much of the couch now. It was ridiculous how big she was getting. I couldn't help but glance at the left nipple that was poking boldly outward into her baby blue shirt. Her shirt had been designed for much smaller breasts, and it was getting stretched to the max. I wondered if her shirt would start tearing soon too. She was just that big. Her shirt was not meant to be filled out with quite so much female flesh and now she was super curvy.

[ 6'0” F-cups ]

“It's just, when I saw those Witcher books, it drove me crazy cus you are sooo nerdy. You are my exact type and I almost couldn't bear it. All I could think about was squeezing your little dick after seeing those books on your wall.”

squeeze squeeze squeeze squeeze squeeze her hand kept pumping my dick in its grip, squeezing me again and again.

Her already destroyed bra was getting pushed aside even further as her chest continued expanding a while longer, until finally screeching to a halt. I couldn't be sure when the growth had stopped though. I was so nervous and paranoid it would continue.

Please, no more. It's too much. I'm going to...

“I'm sorry I'm so aggressive Ronen. I know it might be a lot for you, but I've been wanting this for years, and now I'm old enough, mature enough, and big enough to take what I want.” she told me.

You call that an apology? Her hand feels too incredible and it's not stopping at all.

She was jerking me off through my pants at this point. It was entirely insistent. I felt her hand squeezing, pumping, and jacking me through my pants without any care at all that I wasn't taking it well. She obviously wanted to do this to me very much so.

She slid into me even more, squashing her big curvy body into me and pushing my body into the arm rest to my left. Her thighs were so huge they overwhelmed my own as they squashed into them, pressed against me, and made me feel their big feminine shape and size. She was totally dominating my body and I wasn't doing much to stop her.

I was making strange grunting noises, not able to control my body at all.

“Unnffff.... unfffff...” I snorted in a rough exhale I couldn't prevent.

“But... I...” I began speaking, barely able to talk.

“Oh my gosh, are you still trying to hold on? Just let it go Ronen... It's ok if I make you happy like this, because I'm your girlfriend now. You don't have to fight it. You can just relax and let me be aggressive with you. I can tell you like it because you are so hard and I can hear you grunting.”

She began to jerk me off even harder and faster through my pants, her hands really focusing on the base of my shaft, tugging upwards at it with her fingers quite firmly and passionately.

“Should I take it out? Or... OOPS!” she exclaimed, realizing it was already too late.

“Oh my gawd, I am so sorry. Maybe I should have taken it out huh? I didn't realize you would lose control quite so soon. You must have really liked having me touch you like that huh? Oh wow, look at all of it coming out into your pants that are way too big for you now. You shrunk so much, obviously.”

“Unnnnnnnn Unnnnnnnn...” all I could do is grunt and look up at her super beautiful face, as my face grimaced with pleasure, making me feel so embarrassed that she could see my face's sexual reaction to her jacking off my shrunken body in my overly loose pants so aggressively.

“Oh it's ok sweet thing. You don't have to be embarrassed. I love seeing your face squint like that. You're my boyfriend now after all. I'm going to do this to you all the time, because it's my deepest fantasy and highest interest, so you don't need to feel embarrassed at all.” Priscilla told me.

Your boyfriend?

She was still jerking me off, but her speed was slowing down finally. She was being so gentle with me now, pausing a little bit between squeezes and pumps, and fondling me with her palm, sliding it under my balls and cupping my balls through my pants, bouncing them a bit by lifting her palm up and down.

“Wow, I love the way your cute little balls feel. How adorable. You really are the perfect man for me Ronen. I always thought so. You were always so good to me when I was a kid. I'm thrilled to return the favor and take good care of you now that I'm so big compared to you.”

All I could do was feel my orgasm radiate through me, wave after wave, as she spoke to me, turning me on even more with each and ever word as she worked me tenderly and passionately with her soft, but powerful feminine hand. I wasn't fighting back in the least. Why would I? Whatever reason I had been thinking to resist her in the first place, I had forgotten it entirely.

“I never wanted anything bad to happen to your wife because you seemed so happy, but deep down I always wanted you. I'm so glad that these holidays are bringing us much closer together. You don't need to tell Lucy about any of this for now. I'll take care of it completely. You don't have to worry about a thing. Just feel happy, because you deserve it.”

I just nodded submissively, still racked with the powerful feeling of orgasm at Priscilla carried me through lasting waves of pleasure with her powerful, skillful, and passionate hand.

“You have a really nice, caring, polite, aggressive girlfriend now that's going to make you a very happy man. I promise.” Priscilla told me, nodding at me and staring into my eyes.

She places his hand on her thigh.

“See how big it is now? My thigh? Crazy, right?” she points out, flexing her muscle against my palm.

“I'm laughing at myself a bit for how carried away I got. That's so funny how aggressive I am. You look so cute with your cute little pants with the mess you made, so don't even worry. You... are... adorable... haha...” she said with a glowing smile and a laugh, patting me on my small thigh with her big hand.

She was making cute little Eskimo kissing motions at me, wiggling her face side to side at me rapidly and grinning ear to ear with glee.

Soon I felt her nose on my ear, wiggling side to side, giving me the deepest signs of physical affection.

Holy shit this woman is crazy about me. I had no idea.

Never in my life had I met a woman that liked me this intensely. My life relationship had been full of healthy love, and it was great, but she... she... uhhh... who was she again? There used to be someone I was in love with before, wasn't there? No, this woman in front of me was the only one, the only one I could think of in this moment.

I felt uncomfortable momentarily realizing I couldn't remember my past lover's name, but it was probably just from how bewildered I was at what had just happened. I was sure I needed to rest and I'd be fine.

“Oh wow, are you getting sweepy widdle guy?” she spoke to me like I was some sort of baby.

“That's ok little sugar plumb... go ahead and...” she spoke, lifting her thumb towards me with her middle finger pressed into it.

“Sleep!”

Snap the sound of a loud snap of human fingers.

Total darkness.