The Shrink, Ch. 06

A couple weeks later, James was hurrying down the sidewalk, glancing at all the street signs as he kept looking back down at his phone, trying to make sure he was actually going in the right direction. A cool, fresh autumn breeze kicked up, scattering the colorful dead leaves all around him in a festive, rustling whirlwind of red and orange. Stopping briefly at a crosswalk, James sighed out, enjoying the feel of the breeze on his face as he reminded himself that there was no reason to rush. For the first time, he was actually going to visit Brooke in her own apartment, and even though they had been dating for about a month now, he still sometimes could get nervous whenever he was about to do something new with her. The previous week, for example, he had actually felt anxious about the prospect of going to see a movie together -- there was no real reason for his anxiety, other than the fact that he hadn't done any of these "dating things" in over a decade, and felt like he was in over his head with Brooke. Of course, she had recognized his nerves instantly, and had assuaged them by slipping her huge hand directly into his lap in the movie theater once the lights went down.

"Now make sure you pay close attention to the movie, James," Brooke had whispered in his ear, before lashing his earlobe with her tongue and biting it, "Because I'm gonna be focused on... other things... and I want you to tell me evvvverything that happens, okay?"

"O-Okay!" James had croaked, as he felt Brooke's long, strong fingers slide underneath the loose waistband of his khakis and circle like pythons around his rock-hard cock. It had been a 2-hour move, and, needless to say, when it was all over, James couldn't recall a single thing that had happened onscreen.

Back in the present, James smiled to himself as the light changed and he began to walk across the intersection. Brooke was over 20 years younger than him, but no matter what the situation, she had a way of effortlessly exerting control, not in a domineering, authoritative way, but rather in the most natural, easy way possible -- it was like she wasn't even trying. Domination just came naturally to her, and, considering her 6'5, 260-lb stature, James was in no position, and had no inclination, to resist her.

Reaching the other side of the street, James double-checked on his phone and walked up to one of the townhouse-style units that lined the walkway in front of him. This was one of the nicer parts of campus, where a lot of the athletes lived, and, as James was fully aware of now, there was no bigger star athlete on campus than Brooke. Ever since it had become public knowledge that the two of them were dating, he hadn't been able to walk around without eliciting comments from strangers, mostly congratulatory, though some were of the 'what a lucky bastard!' variety. James was almost starting to get used to it, though, as a natural introvert, the attention still rattled him from time to time. He only got addled whenever he was alone, though -- whenever he was out with Brooke, he felt completely invulnerable.

"Let's see... uhhh... Number 7..." James muttered to himself, making sure that he was going up to the right place. The tall red door at the top of the steps was emblazoned with a shining gold "7," which was directly in the middle of a huge autumn wreath of intricately-woven twigs. Glancing up at the windows, James noticed, through the open blinds, a series of large plants hanging in jute rope baskets, with their green tendrils dangling elegantly down.

'That's just like Brooke,' James thought, nodding to himself as he began to ascend the stairs, 'The wreath, the plants... heh, she probably wove the wreath herself... and the plant baskets too!'

Right as he got to the top of the steps, before he rang her doorbell, he caught the tail-end of a conversation between two people who had just walked by him on the sidewalk below... and their words made his ears perk up:

"Don't even know why you're being like this, Charles... seriously, what guy isn't infected these days!?"

James turned on the stoop and looked down at a man and a woman walking quickly by, clearly in the midst of some kind of argument. The young woman, looking put-out, was splaying her palms outward in the universal "come on!" gesture, while her apparent partner, a young man, was stomping huffily beside her, his hands buried deep in his oversized pants, looking thoroughly irritated. James immediately registered that the man was about half a foot shorter than the woman.

"Easy for you to say," Charles grumbled, "It just plain sucks... nothing fits anymore... this isn't right... none of it is!"

"Honey's it's just... it's just the way things have gone," replied the woman, obviously trying to comfort him, though sounding like the charade was already starting to grate on her. On a whim, James saw her glance up at him, making eye contact. She swiftly pointed up to him.

"See?!" she said blatantly. "Look at that guy -- he's way smaller than you! His clothes fit -- he seems to be doing fine!"

The man stopped, gaping, pointing up at James, who was just standing there, blinking, not particularly enjoying having become the focal point of this couple's argument.

"Him?" burst out Charles, gesturing aggressively, "Him!? That's James Cooper, Melanie... he's dating Brooke freaking Hinson! Of COURSE he's doing fine!"

"Well excuse me if I don't keep up with all the latest celebrity gossip!" Melanie shot back, turning away from James now that her attempted point had been foiled. "The point is that you just need to make peace with the whole thing and remember that the infection isn't terminal and that there are other ways that we can..."

Her voice faded away down the sidewalk, and James uttered a sigh of relief. He turned back towards the door, just in time to see the upper portion of the blinds in the side window moving slightly. James felt a familiar jump in his cock, even as his heart warmed... Brooke... she had been watching the whole thing... of course she had. She was making sure that he was okay... that no one took advantage of him, or bullied him, or was mean to him... not on HER doorstep. Now that he was significantly smaller (4'4 measured this morning!), even for a man infected with hupostolephasia, James could sometimes feel vulnerable in public, an unfamiliar sensation for a middle-aged man like himself. But again, whenever he was around Brooke, that feeling of vulnerability evaporated completely.

Half-expecting Brooke to answer the door straight away, James turned in place, bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet as he eagerly awaited her greeting. But the seconds ticked away, and she hadn't opened the door. He didn't even hear any movement behind the door at all. A bit puzzled, James looked for the doorbell, but, not finding one, glanced up at the door and saw, just below the autumn wreath, a stylish golden knocker. James reached up his arm, standing all the way on his tiptoes, but, try as he might, he couldn't quite reach it. He thought about jumping, and was about to gear himself up for a leap when he looked down at the concrete floor of the stoop, and stopped. There was a little wooden step-stool, all folded out at the base of the door, that he hadn't even noticed.

James felt himself getting even harder, as his cheeks flushed and a warm, bubbly sensation coursed through him. This had been Brooke's plan all along. She knew exactly how tall he was... and how tall her knocker was -- she hadn't invited him over until she knew he couldn't reach it! And, just to poke fun at him, she had left out her little step-stool as a tongue-in-cheek gesture at him, a gesture that James knew was teasingly sexual. Grinning to himself, he stepped up on the stool, grasped the heavy golden knocker, and let it bang against the door. Instantly, he heard some heavy commotion behind the door, and prepared himself, with a pattering heart, to see the door open up to Brooke's huge, magnificent form.

But the door didn't open -- instead, James heard a heavy, pressing thud against the other side of the door, and, even though the door was deadbolted shut, he actually saw the thick wood of the door bow slightly outward from the weight that was now being pushed against it.

"Hellooooo?" came a deep, amused, feminine voice from behind the door, far up above James's head, even though he was standing on the step-stool. "Who iiiiiiis it?"

"It's me, Brooke!" called out James, standing on his tiptoes for no apparent reason, other than that he was excited and eager to see her. He knew that she was playing with him, and again, he expected the door to open up swiftly, to Brooke's face laughing above him. But, once again, the door remained closed. James heard a 'pffffffffffttt' sound above his head, and he realized that Brooke was leaning her full weight against the door, slowly sliding herself up and down. Even though he couldn't see her, just the sound of her body moving like this was enough to make him even more aroused.

"Huh... that's weird," Brooke hummed from behind the door, "I'm looking out... and... hmmmm... I can't see a thing!"

James looked up past the knocker and saw, near the inside-top of the fall wreath above his head, that there was a peephole... which, of course, was far too tall for him. He stretched his hand up as high as he could, waving it desperately. He was well aware that this was all part of Brooke's game, but he still wanted to get along with it so he could see her.

"Look! See!?" he called out, waving his hand wildly as he stood on his tiptoes, "I'm waving! Can't you see me??"

A few moments of pregnant silence passed. Still waving his hand, James looked up to see if his reach was tall enough for Brooke to notice at least something.

"Uhhhhh... sorry..." Brooke's voice issued from behind the door, sounding confused. "I can hear a little something... a tiny voice, maybe, but I can't see anything... how strange! I thought James was coming to see me. Oh well..."

James's face dropped as he heard Brooke's body come up off the door, with her heavy footsteps beginning to tread away from the door. He actually began to wonder if Brooke was being serious -- that she couldn't see him at all, and that his voice was faint enough that she could barely hear him. This was, after all, a big, tall, thick door, and he had gotten soooo, so small. A sense of panic seized him, and he stood on his tiptoes again to grasp the knocker, letting it thud back onto the door as he hammered on it with his little fists.

"Brooke!" he called, "Brooke! No, w-wait! I'm here! It's me!! Don't go!! I'm --"

But just then the huge deadbolt suddenly snapped open, and James nearly toppled off his step-stool as the massive door swung open to reveal the thick, towering pillar of Brooke's body. James's mouth dropped open -- he hadn't really known what he had been expecting, but... she looked absolutely out of this world... her curvy, powerful torso was barely contained inside a bright red crop top which showed off her abs, and, of course, her gigantic breasts that looked like they were about to bust out. A skimpy pair of tight black soffes were wrapped around the huge, thick pillars of Brooke's thighs, with her jutting crotch level with James's upper chest. Even though he was standing on a 4-inch step-stool, James still couldn't even see her face. The 6'8 door frame was too low for her, and, looking down, James saw that was because Brooke had on a striking pair of rainbow-colored high-top sneakers, which gave her 6'5 frame a 4-inch boost. His heart thumping like mad in his chest, James's eyes slowly traveled back up the magnificent, powerful physique before him, his neck craning upward as he struggled in vain to catch a sparkling glimpse of those gorgeous deep blue eyes he had come to know so well. Instead, he only saw a golden, glinting wink of the afternoon sunlight reflecting off something hanging down from her neck, and nestled in the middle of her voluminous cleavage... the tiny little shrunken man trinket that Brooke now wore with her everywhere.

"Awww, I'm sorry, sweetheart," came the deep, rich, female voice that washed over James like a warm, soothing wave, "I just had to tease you a little..."

Brooke's huge body shifted slightly as she leaned down towards him, jiggling the immense flesh of her hips and thighs, and James finally saw those deep blue eyes twinkling down at him playfully as they emerged over the colossal rack of her breasts above him. The next moment, her huge hand reached out, a collection of gold and silver bracelets clinking a light, metallic chorus on her strong wrist, as she effortlessly palmed the top of his head, playfully ruffling his hair. Her bright, loving smile was the next thing to appear as she leaned farther down toward him, her eyes crinkled up in the corners from the tender, playful affection.

"It's... heheh... it's okay," James chuckled, now feeling a bit silly for freaking out. His eyelids drooped as Brooke's sharp, white-manicured nails began to scratch his head. It felt sooooo good. "I just... I felt really small there for a second, standing on this stool here, and, you know... still hardly able to reach anything."

"Baby..." cooed Brooke, now cupping his little face in both of her huge hands as she stared down at him, her gorgeous face melting him, "That's because you ARE really small..." -- and here, her eyes deliberately, slowly scanned up and down his body -- "Like... my goodness... I know you told me you were 4'4 now, but reading that in a text and seeing it up close are two completely different things!"

She let his face go and stood back up to her full height, drawing a line from the top of his head to where he came up to on her body.

"I mean, just LOOK at this, James!" she laughed. "You're standing on a 4-inch stool, and the top of your head is still below my boobs!"

"B-But... hey!" James exclaimed, pointing down to her shoes, smiling, "You're cheating! What are those, like, 4-inch sneakers!?"

"Good eye," smirked Brooke, taking a step back and throwing her left leg back in a parody "glam" pose, "I saw these online a few days ago and could not resist!"

She crossed her feet and put her hands on her hips as she stared down at him, grinning ear to ear, obviously enjoying the spectacle of him on the step-stool.

"You had all this planned out, didn't you?" James ventured, blinking up at her as the corner of his mouth curled up in a knowing smirk. "Just waiting until I got down to 4'4... and only then did you invite me over..." He stepped off the stool and turned back to look up at the door knocker, before turning back to her, unable to suppress that adorable little smirk. "You measured it all out... didn't you?"

Brooke put her hands up over her mouth, which had opened in delight upon seeing how short he was now that he had stepped off the stool (his eyes were even with the thick curve of her upper hips). With her face reddening behind her hands, she nodded. James couldn't help but think that, despite her immense size, Brooke looked positively adorable and... yes... cute, standing there like that, blushing behind her hands like he had caught her red-handed.

"You know me too well!" she laughed, putting her hands up in mock-surrender, before spreading her arms wide open to him. James responded instantly, taking a running leap straight at her. The next moment, he was completely encompassed in her big arms, her big tits squishing out on either side of his head as she laughed and pivoted her body left and right, left and right, so that his dangling little legs swung back and forth in tandem with her leading movements. He closed his eyes, reveling in Brooke's easy power and strength as she lifted him up like he weighed nothing at all. He felt almost like he was literally melting into the warm, soft curves of her huge body, being absorbed by her larger, dominant organism... a willing victim if ever there was one.

With a gentle jolt, Brooke stopped winging him and hiked him up a little higher, so that his boob-framed face was now staring straight up into hers. Blinking tenderly, she lowered her face down until her lips were an inch away from his. Her striking eyes held him captive, an ocean of deep blue.

"Hi," she whispered down at him, her lids heavy as she batted noses with his, before her eyes rolled back as she opened her mouth and completely engulfed his mouth in hers. The warm, sweet, syrupy pressure of her lips against his made James even harder than he had been before, as her much-larger tongue gently probed into his mouth, batting his tongue aside as she lovingly lapped at the inside of his cheeks. James could literally feel her heartbeat speeding up as she moaned into him, her eyes still shut as she hugged him harder. For more than a minute, she held him in the air like this, his little feet dangling 15 inches off the floor, as she brought him deeper and deeper into her soft, passionate embrace. When she finally parted lips with his, James was so overwhelmed with the sheer weight and power of her love that eyelids were fluttering.

"Well... uhm... welcome to my apartment!" Brooke chuckled down at him, smiling brightly before setting him back down on his feet and spreading her arms wide. "I assume you want the full professional tour, yes?"

James was still recovering from the kiss, and merely nodded, his mouth slightly agape as he caught his breath. Brooke looked very pleased with the overall effect, and smirked down at him as she put her hands on her thick hips, giving him the time he needed to adjust.

"Sorry..." James managed to say a few moments later, after taking a deep breath and re-focusing his gaze around Brooke's apartment. "I just... yeah... had to collect myself there for a second."

"I saw," Brooke grinned, "I think it's so cute whenever you get overwhelmed. And, you know, I've noticed it's been happening more often recently... the smaller you get."

"Huh, yeah," James chuckled, "Everything's just kind of that much harder to take in... and around you, I mean... it's especially hard."

"Aww, do I make things more difficult for you, honey?" Brooke pouted down at him, stepping closer so that his chin was brushing the waistband of her black soffes. She brought her big hand down, and her long fingers tickled the underside of his chin as she gently inclined his head upward, arching her head over her big, jutting boobs so that she could actually see him.

"That's... not exactly how I'd put it," James managed to say, and the two of them shared a knowing laugh.

"Well, so this is it!" Brooke proclaimed a few seconds later, stepping away from James and sweeping her hand out through the air in a faux-grand gesture, "This is where I live! What do you think?"

"It's actually a lot like I thought it would be," James replied, looking around, "Very clean, of course..."

"I've got you to thank for that!" Brooke laughed, putting her hands on her head and tussling up her blond hair before shaking it out again. "Before I came to see you for therapy, it was a total wreck in here! Clothes lying all over the place, books and papers everywhere... ugh! But you helped me compartmentalize all my tasks and, yeah, a clean space is soooo much easier to relax in!"

"You definitely took my advice to heart," James nodded, continuing to look around, as his eyes were drawn to a poster on the wall... a poster that was a recreation of the "Attack of the 50-Foot Woman" movie poster, except that, instead of the original giant woman straddling a highway, it was Brooke, dressed in her volleyball uniform, straddling a volleyball net as the opposing team scattered in fear beneath her. Brooke noticed that James was staring at the poster, and she started blushing.

"Oh yeah... that," she giggled, striding over to it as James followed, "That was something the university athletic department cooked up before our big rivalry game last month, and I... I kinda loved it."

As James stared at the poster, he felt his cock suddenly getting harder in his pants. One thought had risen up in his mind, as he stared at all those tiny people fleeing in giantess Brooke's wake: eventually, HE would actually BE that small compared to her. And as he pondered that thought, he felt Brooke's big warm hand slide onto his back, gently going up and down, up and down, as she stared at the poster too, looking straight forward as James looked straight up.

"We're thinking the same thing, aren't we?" she murmured after silent moments, glancing down at him. James swallowed and stared up at her, nodding. They didn't even need to say anything more about it -- they both were on the same wavelength... they both knew.

"God," Brooke whispered, her cheeks now blushing for an entirely different reason, "That's so hot... just imagine, James... when you're that tiny..."

"I... I am imagining," he croaked out, his mouth suddenly dry. For a second, as she stared down at him, it seemed like Brooke was about to hoist him up, press him against the wall, and take him for herself right then and there. But then her lips curved into a furtive smile, a clear indicator that she didn't want to break the sexual tension yet.

"Hey, so speaking of making you look even smaller," she hummed, stepping towards her bedroom, "I wanna show you something... a, uhm... collection of sorts."

"A collection?" asked James, still trying to think straight with his cock so hard as he followed her huge, gyrating ass into her bedroom. "What sort of collection?"

"Oh, you know, just a little guilty habit of mine," Brooke replied airily, affecting nonchalance as she strode into her bedroom, making a beeline straight for the open door of her darkened walk-in closet. She paused at the entrance, her long finger on the light switch as she smiled down at James with evident self-deprecation.

"Promise you won't judge me?" she quipped.

"I... promise," James replied, blinking up at her, wondering what on earth she could be talking about. The next moment, though, she flipped the light switch, and he quickly understood. High heels... platform boots... platform sandals... stilettos... dozens and dozens of pairs... were standing in neat pairs on a series of shelves all throughout the closet. Brooke had plenty of clothes too, but it was her platform and high heel collection that really stood out.

"Oh god..." James uttered, feeling even more turned-on than he had been before.

"Yeeeah," Brooke chuckled, "I've got a bit of a problem."

"But these boots... all these heels...!" James exclaimed, walking by them all as he did a little loop around the closet, with Brooke watching him, amused. "How... I mean, they all look really nice... and fancy, wow! How did you, uhm..."

"Afford them all?" Brooke finished, correctly guessing the rest of his question. "See, that's where I get a little embarrassed. I know there are probably better ways I could spend my money, but... like I said... I've got a major problem. 6'5 just isn't tall enough for me. And now that the NCAA finally allowed us to market ourselves as athletes..."

"Oh riiiight!" James replied, nodding, "I forgot about that!"

"Yeppp..." Brooke hummed, stepping into her closet along with him. Suddenly, to James, there seemed to be a lot less room. Brooke's huge body just filled up so much space. "And actually, you know, I was thinking... remember that costume party I mentioned to you? The one happening in a few weeks?"

"Yeah, I remember," James answered, distracted by how thick and massive Brooke's thighs and hips looked. The limited space of her closet just made her seem even huger. "The one where you wanted to go dressed up as a Greek goddess?"

"That's the one," Brooke grinned. "Well, I wanted to see what you thought about a special pair of high heels I just bought, exactly for that occasion. You mind if I model them for you?"

"I... heh, of course I don't mind!" James laughed. He knew she was playing with him, purposefully drawing out the scene to titillate him, and he loved it. They had only been together for a couple months, and she already knew exactly how to press the right buttons.

"Mmm I didn't think you would," Brooke winked down at him, before abruptly collapsing down into a sitting position on the carpeted floor. Even though he had already seen her athletic feats up-close, James was always still amazed by how quickly Brooke could move her enormous limbs. She was so big, and yet so coordinated and fluid with her movements, that they almost looked surreal. And even sitting down, the top of her head was at James's eye level. The next moment, James found himself staring at Brooke's colossal bare feet -- she had kicked off her platform high-tops and taken off her socks as well, and James saw that she had painted her toenails a beautiful white. A golden anklet sparkled up at him, completing the picture.

"I really like that color," James observed, feeling like he had to say something. He hadn't often seen Brooke's bare feet, since she always seemed to be wearing some kind of platform boot or sneaker, so this felt like a special treat.

"That's 'Kyoto Pearl White,'" Brooke smiled up at him, reaching for something on her shelf, "And I'm glad you like it! I know it sounds odd, but I've been wanting to show my toes off more recently."

"I'm all for it," James chuckled, as Brooke laughed with him, turning back from where she had been reaching. She suddenly extended her foot up to his face, showing off her effortless flexibility as, from a sitting position, she stroked his cheek with her big toe.

"Your sweet little face, my god..." she whispered to him, her eyes studying his.

"Uhm, Brooke...?" asked James, his cheeks rapidly going very hot.

"Mmhmm?" she breathed, still stroking his cheek with her toe as her golden anklet glittered beneath his chin.

"How... I mean... uh, what size are your feet?" James's question had come out in a kind of quiet croak, and both of them knew exactly what was going on... the temperature in the closet seemed to rise.

"13 inches long," Brooke replied, her voice carefully measured and soft as her cheeks reddened as well. "So that's a men's size 17 EE... and a woman's size 19."

"Wow..." was all James could say, as the sole of Brooke's enormous foot lovingly continued to pet his face.

"Yeah," she murmured, tilting her head slightly to the side, like she was truly taking in the size comparison between her foot and his face, "Even for my size, I've got some biiiiig feet."

For the next few seconds, neither of them spoke, as Brooke continued to tenderly pet James's face with her foot, her big toe even brushing his hair out of his face, as the sexual tension within the closet threatened to reach a breaking point. James was so hard he was actually worried that he might just spontaneously ejaculate in his pants.

"Which is why," Brooke smiled, her foot brushing off his face as she lowered her leg, maintaining the tension yet again, "It's so hard for me to find shoes and heels that fit... not like you'd know that looking around this closet, I know, but... it took me ages to find all these!"

"An impressive... achievement," James breathed out, loving how expertly Brooke could tease him.

"You're so bad, you know that?" Brooke smirked at him, reaching back to the shelf she had been going to before, "Enabling my addiction. You should be telling me I have a problem!"

"Hey, I don't see a problem anywhere," James replied, purposefully slipping into his "therapist" mode, "All I see is a young woman who is confident about her size and is indulging a perfectly harmless fantasy of being even bigger, as a self-soothing mechanism that helps her detach from the stress of taking a full load of advanced classes AND being a nationally-renowned athlete."

"You're too much," giggled Brooke, "You know that? Self-soothing... pssssh... so silly! I just wanna tower over you! That's all there is to it!"

"Well we could debate the four C's of your intrinsic motivation," James continued humorously, enjoying their banter, "But it remains to be said that you... uhm... that you want to... uhhh..."

His words suddenly tailed off, and the reason was very simple. Brooke had brought out a pair of towering, golden platform gladiator heels, with criss-crossing tendrils designed to be tied up around the wearer's calves. The heel on these was extremely pronounced, more so than on any of Brooke's other heels that James had seen.

"I'm sorry, you were saying...?" Brooke inquired, arching an amused eyebrow at him.

"I... nothing," finished James, staring in awe at the golden platform heels. "I was finished."

"Mmm you just wanna see me put these on, don't you?" Brooke purred, beginning to lace them up her huge, shapely legs, her hands moving quickly and skillfully, indicating that she had already done this plenty of times before. James nodded silent as he watched her continue to intertwine her golden laces, and in less than a minute she had laced them up completely.

"Okay, ready?" she smiled up at him.

James nodded again. His heart was racing.

"You say you're ready," Brooke smirked, "But these have an 8-inch heel, so I'm gonna be 7'1. Let's see how ready you actually are..."

Slowly, with smooth, voluptuous purpose, she rose up out of her sitting position, her calves and thighs flexing impressively under her weight as her flesh gently jiggled with her movements. James's mouth dropped open as she ascended, up and up and up, blocking out the closet light as the top of her head nearly scraped the ceiling. It was incredible -- her knees were now just above his belly button, and the swerve of her huge hips was above his eye level. He was literally looking UP at the waistband of her black soffes, with the creamy flesh of her exposed stomach extending up like a wall high above him.

"Brooke..." gaped James, his voice coming out as a tiny gasp, "I... y-you..."

"Shhh," she whispered, her giant ass sticking out as she bent forward, reaching down a huge finger and tenderly laying it across his lips. "Just take a second... I know it's a lot."

James could see that her cheeks were fully blushing crimson now, and, even though she was still clearly directing the exchange, he sensed that even she was beginning to lose control. Her words came out in carefully-measured murmurs, and even then, she apparently had trouble getting them out.

"So you think I can pull off the Artemis look?" she asked, her voice warmly infused with arousal as she braced her palms against the ceiling, striking a one-footed pose with one heel kicked back. "You know that she was the goddess of the hunt, right? Wild animals, nature, vegetation, and... chastity."

"Well, uhm... I think you've got the first few covered just fine," James replied, somehow finding his voice before his towering goddess of a girlfriend, "But the, uh... the chastity bit? Not so much..."

Brooke dropped her foot back down, inhaling in a huge deep breath as she put her hands on her hips. Her magnificent breasts swelled high over James's head, obscuring her face from his line of sight. But as she exhaled, and her face came back into view, James beheld an even hungrier, more dominant expression on her gorgeous face. Were they going to have sex, right here? In her closet? He was ready... or rather, as ready as he could have ever been.

"I've... I've got something to show you, James," Brooke said mechanically, sounding almost like she was forcing herself not to seize him, press him up against the wall, and take him. She strode past him out of her closet, ducking her head, and James followed her, blinking up in astonishment at the meaty, juicy ass cheeks bouncing and gyrating back and forth just above his eyes. She led him back into the living room to her coffee table, where there were a few magazines with Brooke on the cover, leaping up to spike a volleyball in one of her signature moves. But James barely even noticed those, because he was instead looking at something he hadn't even noticed before: a model city, about two square feet, sitting there on the table, complete with miniature skyscrapers and little roads with tiny streetlights.

"I built it myself," Brooke explained, lowering her hand down to James's head, gently palming it as she threaded her fingers through his hair. "You know how much I love tiny things..."

"Yeah, I... I know," James breathed. The touch of her huge hand on his scalp, and her long, strong fingers through his hair... it was almost too much.

"Look at this," Brooke intoned, her deep, feminine voice now positively brimming with sexual energy. She bent down, carefully scooped up the model city in one hand, and gently pushed James into a sitting position on the sofa with her other hand. Then she placed the model city on the floor and lifted up her heel, before bringing it down with an emphatic stomp directly next to the city. She hadn't even stomped that hard, but James could feel the vibrations going through the sofa, and the rest of the furniture in the room visibly shook. The model city likewise trembled, with all the buildings shivering with the force of her step. James gawked at the comparison -- her 8-inch heel was more than twice the height of the tallest skyscrapers. Without hesitation, his mind went directly to the future.

'One day,' he thought, his heart beginning to race in his chest, 'I'll be that small... I'll be so small that this model will seem like an actual city to me... and Brooke... she'll really be THIS big to me.'

His eyes traveled up to hers. She was staring down at him, the cool, deep blue of her eyes burning with an intense, hungry fire.

"One day, James..." she cooed down at him, and she lifted her foot and brought her huge heel down again, shaking the room, the city, and James all over again. "One day..."

"Brooke..." he breathed out, beginning to tremble on the sofa, "I... I can't wait."

That did it. The next moment she was upon him. In an instant, she had whisked off his pants, torn hers aside, and sat on top of him, her immense thighs straddling him on either side as she guided his cock into her hot, dripping pussy. James actually felt several thick, hot drops of her lubrication dot his torso, before he was suddenly sucking his breath in as he felt the all-encompassing, steamy pressure of her pussy squeezing around him, sucking his cock in completely. She began to ride him, grasping the top of the sofa frame as she rhythmically pistoned herself into his midsection, over, and over, and over again. James came almost instantly, but Brooke was only just getting started... and, of course, there was no way James was going soft inside her... not a chance.

But something else was happening. With each piston thrust of Brooke's massive hips, James felt her weighing heavier, and heavier, and heavier upon him. Her gargantuan ass, which he couldn't even fit his arms around anymore, felt like it was growing, swelling, in his shaking grasp. Her thighs appeared to be thickening around him. And her beautiful face, staring down at him in its lusty glow, was looking farther and farther away.

"B-Brooke..." James gasped out, his voice barely above a whisper as he came inside her again, "I'm shrinking..."

"I knowwww, James," she answered back, her full, purring voice beginning to morph ever so slightly into a deep, erotic growl, her words echoing out in time with the liquid movement of her enormous hips as she rode him down, down, into the sofa cushions. "I know... I know..."