Size Matters

or, "Fun with Transmogrification"

At first, Joe didn't even notice the gun in Jackie's hand. When he opened his door, his attention, as usual, was drawn to her breasts, the tops of which were casually exposed by her low-cut blouse, which she wore with a light black sweater, matching her tight, tight black stretch pants, which clung desperately (as most men wanted to do) to her perfectly sculptured butt. It was an ass of pure perfection, two flawless half-circles protruding daintily outward, neither too wide or too small, firm enough to crack an egg on, yet smooth enough to use as a pillow. [Okay, that seems like a lot of info on her ass. But it'll come in handy later.]

Anyway, back to the gun. Joe finally noticed it, Jackie having finally raised it in front of her chest. Joe finally made eye contact, looking at the pretty, round-faced, pony-tailed blonde in the eye. I mean, Jesus, she was hot. Joe felt himself stiffen, the gun notwithstanding. She was just that fabulous. "Okay, what's with the piece?" Joe finally asked.

"You...are a pig."

"You came here to tell me that?"

"How come you never called me? You said you were gonna call me!"

Joe blinked. "Well,... Jackie, to be fair, you just left 20 minutes ago."

"Ahhhgh! Men! Always wanting to be reasonable!" That pissed her off. She pointed the gun at Joe's chest and fired.

At first, Joe thought it was a joke, and for good reason: The gun looked like a toy, as it had no barrel, just a horn-shaped tip that glowed. He didn't get the joke, but he humored her, so to speak, and chuckled mildly. He stopped chuckling when he noticed that he had just shrunk about a foot. And he kept on shrinking until he was until he was 6 inches tall. [Actually, 5.34 inches, if you want to get ultra-technical.] He looked up at Jackie, now a beautiful, if gigantic, babe.

He should have been immediately concerned with his new condition. Would he ever regain his normal size? How did she manage to do this trick? What were her plans? But all he could think of was, "MAN, those breasts are huge! I mean, God, look at them! I could never eat that much breast! That's just WAY too much!" He imagined himself riding snugly in her cleavage, as he could now comfortably fit. [And that's what you'd think, too, if you were 5.34 inches tall... and honest. ]

Jackie shook her head. "Christ, are you still staring at my breasts?"

"Um... no."

She raised her lovely foot, the shadow of her boot looming over him. "I could just squash you like a bug." She giggled at the idea. "And maybe I will. Later." She reached down and picked Joe up in her hand. "And now, little man, you are mine to do as I please. If you ever disobey me, I'll crush you like--What the HELL are you doing?"

What he was doing, of course, was yanking on his .5 inch-long schlong. "I can't help it," he said, looking up at her giant face. "This is just getting me hot. You ever see Schoolhouse Rock? I just LOVE that video where--excuse me." He climaxed on her wrist.

"Ewwww!" she yelled. "Okay, dude. You're going away for a long time."

She put the cork back in the top of the glass bottle, where she had stuck Joe. Then, after thoroughly washing her hands and wrist, she collapsed on her bed. She slept on her stomach, leaving her tight ass in plain view, beckoning Joe like a cliffside to a mountain climber.

Joe stared at her ass for nearly an hour, until he was sure Jackie had fallen asleep. "Now to make my escape! Fun is fun, but I won't put up with--Oh, what the hell." He again paused to masturbate. Then he implemented his escape plan.

He pushed out the cork from the bottle--he may be small but it was still just a damn cork--and made his way towards Jackie's purse. Then he stopped, turned around, climbed up on the bed and onto the mounds of flesh Jackie called her ass, and promptly masturbated. Then he climbed down and returned to the purse. Inside the purse was Jackie's raygun, and Joe dragged it out into the moonlight to examine it.

On the gun were written the words "Small" and "Big." Joe figured--and let's face it, it's a reasonable assumption--that Jackie had used the "Small" setting to shrink him down to 5.34 inches [let's just say 6]. "So!" he reasoned aloud, "If I zap myself with the 'Big' setting, I ought to return to my normal size." So that's what he did.

Except the "Big" ray didn't return him to his normal size. It just blew him up like a balloon.

He inflated like a toy balloon, his arms shooting out to his sides as his waistline blew outwards, making him look at first just fat, but in a few seconds, he looked like a balloon with hands, feet, and a head. The raygun was still on, but Joe was so puffed up that he couldn't move, even if he still had arms to turn off the ray. So he kept inflating and inflating, growing into the size of a 16" balloon, and soon was about the size of a typical beach ball. And he kept growing, blowing up bigger and bigger.

Joe weighed his options: (1) He could wake up Jackie and have her turn off the gun, but that would mean getting caught and being her prisoner again, or (2) he could inflate indefinitely, or until he popped, whichever came first. Sadly, masturbating was out of the question.

As he pondered his predicament, he continued to swell and swell and swell. He was now higher than Jackie's bed, and he paused to look down on that fabulously sculptured butt. Well, what else was he going to do while he was thinking? It was a perfectly natural impulse. But he became mesmerized and lost track of his growth. Now a huge balloon several feet in diameter, he filled up a good part of the room, and his skin grew increasingly thinner as it stretched beyond its natural endurance. Had he given it any thought, he might have realized that the pressure he felt was not a spontaneous orgasm, but the feeling of his body approaching the bursting point.

But then, the mild hissing from Joe's inflation finally cause Jackie to stir. She raised her head groggily, and seeing a giant balloon about to burst in her bedroom, she went back to sleep.

Then her head shot up again. "Holy shit!" She jumped out of bed and grabbed the raygun, shutting it off just as Joe's squeaking body reached his absolute limit. A second later, Jackie estimated, and she would have been cleaning up bits of Joe until next Tuesday.

Jackie sighed. "Joe, did you try to use my raygun to return to normal size and escape?"

"Um... no." His round, inflated body wobbled.

"What am I going to do with you?" she said, exasperated. "No, seriously, what am I going to do with you? I could just make you a little bigger and watch you go... BOOM!"

Joe flinched, and she laughed.

"Or..." Jackie stepped to her dresser and removed a pin from a nearby pin cushion. She dangled the pin over Joe's elastic skin. Joe could only watch helplessly. He seriously needed an orgasm.

"But I won't," she finally decided. "You'd make too much noise and too much of a mess as you are. You want me to make you smaller?"

Joe glanced down at his fit-to-burst body. "Yes, please."

She zapped him with the "small" ray. But his body didn't deflate. He merely got smaller--still inflated, but now he was back to the size of a beach ball.

"Oh, for crying out loud!" he wailed.

"What?" she asked. "You thought you'd deflate and return to being 6 inches tall? There's no 'Normal' setting on this gun, Joe. I can inflate you or shrink you. I can't make you taller or thinner."

"Could you work on that?"

"Nope. It's playtime." She picked Joe up and giggled as she tossed him around the room.

For several minutes, she had her way with him, until she sighed tiredly and set him down on the floor. "Okay, fun's over. I need to sit down."

"You do that. I'll be right here, not bothering you in the slightest," said Joe.

Jackie leaned forward, her beautiful giant face giving him a smirk that to him looked several meters long. "No, I don't think you understand. I'm going to sit down."

"Well, like I said, you just--um. Wait a second--"

"How much would you guess I weigh?"

There was simply no right answer to that question. "Uh, ... 105?"

"Good! Then you ought to be able to support me!" And with that, Jackie turned around and set her glorious, shapely behind down on Joe's inflated figure. Joe looked up at the giant object d'art descending down on him, like a 3D Omnimax object in an unusual fetish flick. Her perfect butt easily smothered him, her full weight--she was NOT 105--pressing firmly down on him. Joe knew the pressure on his tight, strained body could easily cause him to burst. But as her round, tight bottom sunk deeply into his ballooned form, all he could think of was, "Thank you, God."

"Hey, you're comfortable!" she said, laughing. "Let's bounce!"

Her butt lifted off him momentarily, and he managed to get out an "Oboy," before she sat back down on him, more forcefully. And then she bounced again, harder. And then harder.

As if in slow motion, Joe watched her ass coming down on him once more like a deity from above. A perfect ass, plus a straining balloon, plus gravity. Joe had always hated physics; but suddenly, as if in a death-bed revelation, science was a beautiful thing.

An instant later, Jackie's ass landed hard on the floor, having completely obliterated her bounce-toy.