A Truly Small
Life
by
Pintsize
The story you are
about to read is truer to life than one might
otherwise think,
where fantasy meets the sometimes cruelness of
reality. Where
does the heart exist when a love so fulfilling and
deep...meets with
the sometimes tragic confrontations of pure
reality and basic
needs....
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Meet George and
Rachel...a fun loving couple. Their lives shared
together so
perfectly, so deep, such total trust in one another
that each shares
and gives to the other what they both desire, need
and crave. A love
so rare to most...a quested destination that few
ever really find.
To know them is to desire to be them....have the
total connection
and devotion they each share so spontaneously and
with seamless
struggle...like water running from a faucet...flowing
so
smoothly...clear....and freely. Their passion and desire for one
another so
intense...each of them feels the others thoughts and
emotions as if
they were their very own.
For 10 years
George and Rachel loved each other...in fact they
loved each other
before they even knew it had a face...and in
finding each
other...they knew within an instant that theirs was
something truly
unique...truly a rare commodity...and they feasted
on it...nurtured
it...cared for it....taking their passion and
cravings for one
another to a level rarely achieved by any other.
George is a
handsome giving man....a woman's man....a man
passionate in his
zest for life...career...and emotional devotion
to the woman he
had given his soul to...his soul mate Rachel.
Rachel...is a
simple woman...brought up with good wholesome
values...her
mother nurtured her to be a woman of her own
desires....to
live life the way she felt it lead her...always
giving....caring....loving...and confident in her moral beliefs.
Rachel's natural
beauty is only surpassed by her capacity to give
so completely to
her one and only soul mate George.
One would think
in knowing these two...that life is a fantasy in
and of
itself....nothing could be greater than to have the life
these two have.
But in everything there comes a price....nothing is
ever as it
seems...and though on the surface George and Rachel
seemed
perfect...what came to be demonstrates how quickly things
can change...even
in the most vacuumed of conditions...when reality
cast its
sometimes hurtful disparaging hand.
Rachel had for
years known of George's secret fantasy.....life
long, kept in
complete intimacy and secrecy from friends and
family...George
loved to envision himself as a small lil man with
his love...his
soul mate...his wife. Though reality could never
complete the
total picture of that experience...they would often
play fun little
games in intimate times...POV
perspective...sometimes pursuing a mutual virtual play session
online.
Rachel was new to
this fantasy...not naturally something she
thought much
about other than the occasional commercial, TV program
or story that
might bring it to prominence. Not something she
dwelled on as
George did. But George for his part had introduced
the idea to
her...and since she was an open minded woman, willing
to experience any
number of thoughts her soul mate might
have....she gave
it time to settle within in....and in fact learned
to enjoy it
nearly as much as George...in fact equally as much when
she would sense
his total passionate craving for it. She loved what
being small made
him become...the explosive release he would share
with her as a
result. In fact it made her feel
powerful...wanted...needed....loved....and it allowed her to
explore her
cravings and lustful desires with him. Yes...the
eclipsing power
of fantasy was a hearty driving force for the two
of them....giving
each of them things they wanted and needed to
reach the very
pinnacle of their connection for one another.
But in that
passionate evolution...came the need for more...each
time was greater
than the last. For years they played giantess and
lil man...till
they felt they had reached as far they could go.
George was the
first to recognize early on that something was
missing....though
Rachel could take him to places he never thought
possible in
achieving sexually...like a drug....he needed to go
another step
farther...but farther meant actually becoming small.
Something he knew
could never exist.....or could it?
The second week
in December loomed close and George's 35th birthday
with it. Rachel
racked her brain trying to come up with the
*perfect* gift
for her man...her lover...her best most cherished
friend. One day
on her way home from work, she stopped off at hole
in the wall gag
gift shop...perhaps she could find something
humorous...something unusual that would draw a chuckle and smile
along her lovers
face...something that would remind him of how she
felt for
him...how he lit up her soul and life so. Perusing the
many cute and
funny objects, her eyes caught something very
unusual....a
small vile of deep rich blue...corked with a note.
Rachel picked up
the cute lil bottle reading the notes inscription.
It simply
read...*Souls Wish*. Curious she brought the bottle to
the stores
operator and inquired about it.
'Sir....can you
tell me what this is...and what does this note
mean...I'm trying
to find the perfect gift for my husband...and
this caught my
eye?'
The operator
looked at the striking woman and chuckled....
'Why surely
miss....its a wishing potion....or at least that's what
it symbolizes.
It's an authentic replica of an age-old potion.
Legend says that
the Souls Wish was used by the ancient
Incas....they
believed it was delivered unto them by Gods of the
sky. It was used
to capture the soul of another being...thee who
would drink from
it would unleash the vast power of the human
mind...and be
susceptible at that moment to any thought. As you
know...the mind
is a powerful organ...more powerful than we as yet
fully
understand...but the Incas knew something of that...and used
the potion to
control and unleash their capacity to grow beyond
what any other
human had ever experienced. But in that power...they
saw the
unraveling of their whole society....they were not ready to
grasp the full
and mighty lethal power the human mind is capable
of...and they
destroyed themselves to extinction in the process.
Their one wish
was to be the greatest and most intellectual
creatures to
exist....but in that power...they forgot what greed
and lust can do
if unleashed with no limits. The effects were
permanent....one
taking the vile....could never go back....they
would become what
ever their thoughts envisioned. Like Adam and
Eve...once having
tasted the apple...there is no turning back.'
Rachel smiled....
'That's an
interesting legend.....you say its a replica huh?'
'Yes ma`am.....you
don't really think it something like that is
real....that's
what's so fun about legends...the belief that it may
have
existed....but who really knows..right?'
'Right.....it's
perfect...I'll take it.' Rachel nodded.
'Fine....shall I
gift wrap it for you then?'
'Yes..that would
be nice.'
Rachel walked out
with a certain gleeful skip in her step...sure
that George would
get a great kick out of this interesting lil
gift. Now that
she knew the legend...she could recant it to
him....embellishing the legend just a bit perhaps....at least it
would make for a
nice way to start a passionate evening of
unbridled
lovemaking for them...of which she could give him
something more
passionate than before...the thought that his mind
can control his
destiny.
Rachel arrived
home early and prepared Georges favorite
dinner...spaghetti...lit the dining room table candles...and put on
some soft mood
settling music...waiting for her perfect man to
return home for a
night he would not forget.
George arrived
home at long last from a frightfully long
day...tired and
stressed....his eyes and soul immediately captured
with the smell of
his favorite food....a candlelit room and the
sweet welcoming
face of his loving wife. She had a way of settling
him just in the
sight of her...the way she dressed...the smiling,
adoring look she
gave to him...would always ring deep within
in...bring him
home to a place where he felt sheltered from the
wild and rat
raced world outside....a place he always looked so
forward to coming
home to.
George sighed
with deep emotion...the caring mood she had set for
him...this
day.....his birthday.
Rachel pulled the
dining room chair out for him...coaxing him to
sit...she moved
behind him and ran her fingers thru his thick brown
hair. Loosening
his tie from around his neck...and unbuttoning the
first 3 buttons
of his shirt...reaching her fingers down into his
chest and
stroking him there.....leaning close to his neck and
offering a sweet
tender kiss....purring and whispering....
'How was your day
sweetheart?.....welcome home birthday man'
All George could
do was moan softly in reflex to Rachel's calming
affects. How he
adored the way she could soften even his darkest
mood...take his
thoughts away so swiftly from whatever plagued
him...settle his
soul and fill him with feelings so powerful and
deep.
Rachel pulled
back....nipping at his ear in retreat...sliding away
and revealing her
entire body to him...as she slowly took a seat
next to him. She
wore a sexy sleek black lace dress....low
cut...revealing
just the right amount of her full developed chest
and cleavage.
George's heart
skipped a beat as they ate and chatted about the
day's events.
Finishing dinner George cleaned the table...taking
his glass of red
wine to the living room and seating himself
comfortably to
the couch. Rachel joined him...carrying a small
delightfully
wrapped box...with a special card attached.
George looked on
with a curious smile....
'I hope you like
it sweetheart'...she spoke softly.
George carefully
opened the card...reading the special love not
inside.
'To the man that
makes my life complete....the one man who fills my
life to levels I
have only imagined possible. The man I betroth my
heart, life and
soul to for all the years we are alive in this
life. This gift
representing the true and unquestioned, unjudged
passion I have
for you...the man of my dreams...and my deepest
darkest
fantasies....this gift I give to you...to fulfill your most
passionate
fantasy my love...the way you wish to be...and the way I
most crave for
you to be....Happy birthday my one...my only soul
mate.'
With all my heart
and love.....
Rachel
George nearly
fell to tears reading the emotion filled
note....looking
onto Rachel....so beautiful sitting up with such
excitement in her
eyes for him....almost giddy to see his eyes as
he opens the
gift.
George peeled
open the wrapping and lifted the cover from the small
jewelry like
box...inside resting a deep blue vile laying in
crushed black
velvet. He carefully picked up the vile and looked at
it..seeing the
tag...revealing the note....*Souls Wish*
Curiousness
addressed Georges face...looking at the vile...then
looking to
Rachel...
'What is it
love?'
Rachel
giggled.....'its just what the note says it is....a Souls
Wish.'
'A Souls Wish?'
George curiously quetioned.
Rachel smiled and
recanted the legend....of the bottles origin to
George...as he
listened on with intent interest. She embellished
the legend a
bit...as that is what legends are all about after all.
George sat
back...smiling as he thought on the deep meaning this
gift truly
meant....the underlying message and symbolism it
meant...
'Well...what
should I do with it?.....am I supposed to drink
it?....it IS just
a legend....I mean...it can't really work.'
'Baby....its the
thought in the process....in drinking from this
vile...I want you
to think of your greatest fantasy with me
tonight....what
is it your deepest thoughts wish...crave in
me....and I will
make them come true....I want this to be a night
for you to
remember for the rest of your life. Come on baby....its
what I crave from
you tonight.'
George looked at
Rachel...feeling and knowing the souls wish she
had for him...how
could he disappoint her especially on his very
birthday...holding a gift she had so carefully chosen.
George raised the
vile...popping the cork and tipped the contents
back and into his
mouth...swallowing the blue liquid in one gulp.
Rachel looked on
with adoring, loving passionate eyes....
'Now my sweet
lover...as the legend says.....think of your most
wild, erotic
passionate fantasy...think hard baby....close your
eyes...and
envision me as you would in what you crave....tonight is
your night...what
ever your dreams....I will make them come true.'
George closed his
eyes...and thought...of the one thing that his
fantasy had
always dreamed....of being small....a 5' man to his
wife's 5'11'
frame. But something suddenly felt strange...a burning
sensation coursed
through his body....hot...to the point he felt
his lower body
heave...shuddering him from head to toe....then
suddenly a
horrible scream breaking the rooms silence from his
wife....
George bolted his
eyes open...to look upon his wife's eyes...but
instead his eyes
met her at stomach height...immediately adjusting
his head shot
up...then looked upon himself...he was half the size
of her....she sat
right next to him...but she seemed like a
towering
adult...as if he were a 4 year old child....George yelped
out....
'RACHEL!!!!....what's happening....I'm
smaller...I'm....I'm...shrinking....Oh My God!!!!!'
Rachel looked
down as George shrank with quick
pace...dwindling...smaller and smaller....so fast...in the blink of
an eye..it
seemed....she felt huge next to him....she screamed
again...shaking,
holding her hands to her mouth as her eyes
displayed the
wide-open horror of the event.
George screamed
and climbed back on the couch cushion as he shrank
more and
more....passing 20'......18'......12'....he looked up at
Rachel who
appeared to grow taller and taller....rising sooo high
he had to crane
his neck to see her...feelings of humility and
insecurity
invading his palpitating heart......
Rachel breathed
heavy and deep....shivering
inside...screaming....not sure what to do or say...totally caught
in the shock and
disbelief of what was occurring.......
'George'...she
screamed…'stay still...don't move....I don't know
what's
happening...this wasn't suppose to happen....the store owner
said it was just
a replica....not the real thing....this can't be
happening.'
George looked
up....his wife's voice booming so loud over him...he
had to cover his
ears...it shook him so terribly...even the couch
reverberated
beneath him as she spoke....a very unsettling
feeling....then
she moved slightly....the impression her weight
caused...sent
George....now just 5' tall....tumbling in toward
Rachel's bottom.
He came to rest against her there....feeling
incredibly small
next to her....feeling how just the subtle
movement of her
giant body...now sent him tumbling...the feeling
was
humbling...and it made him feel small and pathetic to the
strength and size
of her. As he tried to crawl from the impression
she made....he
looked up at her....straight up....as her tall torso
rose like a 50'
building before him....she was massive....yet so
incredibly sexy
and beautiful.....but in his eyes was fear....a
feeling of such
helplessness overwhelmed him at this moment. What
had happened...it
was all so unexpected...and as she said...not
suppose to
happen....yet....IT HAD!!
George struggled
the climb from the indentation....having some
difficulty....then suddenly felt his body...pushed and
moved....looking
back....he was startled and shocked to see his
wife's now thigh
sized finger....effortlessly pushing him to level
ground. His heart
fluttered and shook! George rolled on to his
back...sitting as
his body was pushed and slide up....gazing in awe
and the sheer
size of her hand....then up along her oak sized
arm....to her
face...with eyes wide...a smile addressing her
enormous face.
'There'....she
spoke gently...her voice still thundering over
him...causing him
to cover his ears again.'
Rachel couldn't
resist the opportunity she now had….looking upon
her husband….so
small…so irresistibly cute in his size and physical
stature. With one
swift move she reached for him and picked him up
by his shirt
collar and held him up to her face…placing him
carefully in her
enormous palm.
Pursing her rich
full lips…she held him close…her moist breath
washing over
him….as she drew him close and kissed his chest and
face in one giant
move. She held him out and watched as his body
trembled and
shook….falling back in her hand…his eyes scanning all
along her
tremendous size. She giggled at him….amused in his
findings…the look
on his face of pure amazement.
'Well now…do you
like what you see lil man?…seems we won't have to
pretend after
all.'
Rachel
giggled….feeling a sudden rush of warmth running inside
her…and along her
heated sex. Holding him carefully….she peeled
open her lace bra
lifting out a heavy full breast….her nipple
perked to hard
size…raising George up to it….purring.
'Mmmmm…just what
I've always wanted…a lil man to take me as his
own…Take me
George…I am yours to enjoy…and to feel. Show me what
being small means
to you…show me how you love your sweet giant
lover.'
George's eyes and
heart nearly exploded in her words…and the sight
of her now
enormous endowments…wasting no time…he reached out for
Rachel's large
beckoning nipple....grasping to it…and placing his
lil mouth around
it….sucking from her hard. Rachel arched her
back…pressing his
diminutive body into her…as she felt a deep
shudder explode
within her….reaching to her moistened
treasure….moaning
softly……
A Truly Small
Life - Finale
Months
passed...Rachel and George explored their new relationship with
great passion
and emotion....each time better than the last...sharing new
and exciting
ways to be as one with each other. Indeed George never felt so
fulfilled...he
was now living what he had only dreamed and fantasized
about....and he
was living it out with the soul mate of his life...his
love...his
dream...his woman of complete fantasy, Rachel.
For Rachel...she
reached a new level of deep feeling for her now diminutive husband. She
was overwhelmed
in just how satisfying and arousing it was to
be with him this
way. She never knew that a love between them so strong,
could be taken
to the heights they had achieved...but for her...something
was
changing...she couldn't put her finger on it yet...but she knew deep
down inside that
there must be more...that she needed more...craved
more...the
effect of his shrinking to such small size and caring for
him...giving to
him...needing and craving him...was like an addictive
drug...each
time...wanting so much more....needing that next level to
experience the
total euphoric out of body feeling one could achieve. It
began to consume
her thoughts on an hourly basis.
The pressures of
a size relationship began to take shape in their daily
routines. George
was too small to work...they had made an excuse that he
was ill....had
taken sick pay in hopes the potion would relinquish its
affects and
return him to normal. But that had not occurred yet...and soon the
company he
worked for...released him from employment. Daily tasks around
the house proved
difficult for George. He was far too small to do much more
than help with
small household objects when Rachel was there to supervise.
Indeed George
began to have feelings of insignificance in a now very giant
world to him.
Things he had not really considered before...were now
becoming
painfully apparent to him...and it began to make him feel
self-conscious...belittled and useless.
Rachel became
more or less his caretaker...food was of such enormous size
that George
could not consume it unless Rachel were there to fix him proper
portions he
could manage....and they tasted different..the texture of foods
created for a
world the size of Rachel...not for him.
Just getting
dressed was a chore....sure Rachel was attentive and
compassionate in
her care of him...she would prepare a small pool of
water in the
sink for him to bath each morning...making sure the faucet
water was not
too hot to scald his tender thin skin...and flow in just a
trickle so he
could stand under it as he enjoyed showers so....and she would
help him in and
out as needed...even providing a small pet ladder for him
to climb out
on...in case she were not present to give him a helpful lift.
Rachel was not
much of a seamstress...yet she tried valiantly to make him
clothes that
would fit...but even her best work...was cumbersome for her to
do...his shirts
and pants so small...her fingers had a hard time with such
small
detail...and the very fabric itself so sheer to her feel...was rough
and course to
George...and he found much of her makings...to be difficult to
wear. Getting
around the house was another adventure...the stairs were like
climbing a ski
hill several times a day...though Rachel would offer to
help...and did
much of the time at first...George began to feel that he
needed to make
the effort to take on more actions himself...but a single
climb of the
stairs leading to the upstairs bedroom...would often leave him
totally
exhausted and sore.
As the days
rolled on...these pressures and more began to build one on top of the
other...in
separate ways.
Rachel was now the sole provider for the house they
owned...George
having no reasonable source of income...she was forced to
look for better
pay...or consider selling the house. But she was steadfast
in her belief
that she would not allow all that to become an issue between
them.
One day Rachel
came home...with a gift for George...a beautiful two
story...dollhouse...elegantly crafted in fine detail...complete with small
furniture....custom made to fit his size. She had convinced the dollhouse
maker that she
had a rare collection at home...and that she wanted the house
to be authentic
in every detail.
George looked at
it muttering a bit...as she lifted it from the box in her
two massive
hands....setting it down in the living room floor.
She looked to
George standing there...very quiet with a curious blank
look.
'Isn't it the
cutest thing you've ever seen honey?....I had it custom built
specially for
you.'
George looked up
and then at the house....
'You had it
built?....what did you tell them?....that you have a 5' tall
husband at home
who's going to live in it?'
'Now
honey.....certainly not....I just told him that I had a rare doll
collection at
home..and I wanted an authentic look for them to be displayed
in...simple....so....do you like?'
'So you think
I'm a doll is that it?....something to be displayed for
whenever you
want me? I am not a doll Rachel...I am your husband...what was
wrong with our
present accommodations...I find sharing the bed with you...and
this house just
fine...why do I need a house..no less...for dolls?'
Rachel's look
went from one of happy excitement that she hoped he would
share...to one
now of sad contempt....but she resisted her urge to lash
out...in what
she felt at the moment and calmly restated herself...
'Awwwwww...honey...there's
nothing wrong with our present living
arrangements...I
just thought you might enjoy having a place of your
own...of your
size that would make you feel more comfortable. Don't you
think I've
noticed how hard it is for you to get around the house...I see
you trying to be
helpful...participate around here...but let's face
it...everything
here is just too big for you....and I don't want to see you
angry or
frustrated....I know it must be a strain on you....so I thought
this might make
you feel a little better....a place where you can reside and
be alone when
you need to....and ummmmm....don't you think it might be kind
of erotic...if I
came calling once in a while...knocking on your lil
door...for a
date?....heehee....you wouldn't turn a giant girl down now
would you?'
George calmed
feeling silly for his words to her...blushing...he laughed to
her....nodding....
'I'm sorry
baby...it is an adjustment getting used to everything...and I
know that all
this has put a strain on you as well...please forgive
me....I would
never turn down a date with you....how could I?'
Rachel smiled
hearing his tiny thin voice....and she knelt down near to
him...bringing
her face and pursed lips close...kissing his lil face....
'I know
baby....I know...but one thing still stands true...you are my prized
and gifted lil
husband....the man I choose to spend the rest of my life
with....and to
give you this...what you crave...and have wanted for so
long....fills me
like you cannot know....every time I look at you...I just
want to pick you
up and take you as mine...make love to you...feel you
against every
inch of my giant body....mmmmmm....'
Rachel feeling
her love begin to flow again...pulled her blouse open and
lifted her heavy
lush breast out...rolling her nipple in her
fingers....leaning it down and rubbing it against George's lil face and
lips.....
'Mmmmmm....take
me sweety....and suck on me....pleasssssee...I need to
feel you right
now.'
Just then the
doorbell rang....it startled Rachel and she slipped back
up...re-wrapping
her breast in her bra and blouse and stood up walking to the
door...
The floor shook
violently under her weight...causing George to stammer for
his balance...as
he watched her huge body rise up and walk to the door with
swiftness.
He heard the
door open and Rachel begin to speak....the voice that offered
back was a man's
voice....he couldn't make out all the conversation...but
she took a
rather long time...before he heard the door slam shut and she
returned...standing before George like a giant 100' redwood tree.
'Who was
that?'....George asked.
'Oh....that was
Tom....Tom Sheldon....he was just dropping off some files
from work...and
he's picking me up tomorrow to take me into the office since
our car is in
for some repairs.'
'Files?...what
files...I don't see any files....and since when does the car
need
repairs...you didn't tell me anything about that.'
George felt a
low sinking feeling within him....it didn't occur to him
before...but now
as he looked at her....knowing that she had not told him of
something that
otherwise would have been his responsibility...or she would
have come to him
about it before she did it....this was unsettling to
him....and it
made him feel empty.
Rachel put her
hands on her hips...in a bit of disgust...looking at George
with a wrinkled
look....she marched into the front foyer way and grabbed the
files Tom had
given her and returned....showing them to George in her hands.
'There....are
you satisfied?'
'Ok....but what
about the car....why didn't you say anything to me about
it?'
Rachel looked
down on George with a look and spoke in a soft deliberate tone….
'Well...what
were YOU going to do about it?.....you can't drive....and it
needed
fixing...so I just took care of it.....why are you all
upset?...there's
really no need for this George.'
Rachel's voice
was direct and given his stature on things...he
couldn't help
feel that she was talking down to him....this made him feel
even more
insecure and little before her.
Rachel looked at
her husband with an air of untrusted frustration...yet in
her words....she
felt something that was strangely good. She knew her tone
wasn't
right...that she could have been more rational in her delivery...but
it felt good
what she said...and how she said it....but in thinking it...she
knew it wasn't
the proper way to handle it.
George felt
humiliated and vulnerable and reacted in the only way he knew at
the time...he
lashed out verbally to her....
'God dammit
Rachel...I may be small to you....helpless even....but that's no
reason to keep
things from me...I'm your husband after all...and I demand
that you keep me
informed of things that pertain to this household and our
lives together.'
This outburst
and tone from George infuriated Rachel...to the point where
she thought she
would show him....but held back her fierce anger at
him...and
scolded him....feeling the lust of evilness course through
her...thrilling
her....exciting her....with hands on her hips..and a stern
angered look
leering down...she spoke:
'George.....I
will not tolerate that tone from you....you have no right to
speak to me that
way....I'll tell you whatever I damm please to tell
you....you got
that?'
With
that...Rachel took two giant steps forward...stepping over George...the
floor shaking
him to the ground....as she reached down and picked up the
Dollhouse and
carried its entirety in her arms up the stairs to the bedroom.
George's' heart
pounded for the first time in fear of his giantess wife. He
realized that to
anger her so....might not be exactly good for his
health...he
shook inside trembling...to know that he was so small...that
she could if she
wanted...do anything with him or too him. Up
till now...that
taking was an absolutely pleasuring concept...but for the
first time
now....his thoughts turned to the negative potentials....and it
shook him as
never before.
George looked on
as Rachel walked deliberately and heavily up the stairs and out of view
with the
dollhouse in arms....the mere thought now that she was carrying in her arms..a
dwelling that he
would live in...shuddered him differently...before it was an erotic thought
to watch her
pick up objects so easily that were far too big and heavy for him....but
now...the
feeling that permeated him was one of dominating power...that if turned against
him....could
literally kill him.
But he squelched
that thought quickly...reminding himself of the deep loving, trusting
connection they
both shared....how could a woman whom he had shared such uniquely
intimate moments
with...ever conceive of causing harm to him....even if brought to a fit of
rage. He dashed
the thought...dismissing it as foolishness on his part for even thinking such
a thing...and
climbed the rope that had been laid for him so he could reach the chair
cushion. He
pulled himself up and sat on the large chair that he once filled
easily....waiting
for Rachel's
return.
Rachel took some
time upstairs before returning down....she saw him sitting on the chair
and approached
him with a soft forgiving smile.
Rachel knelt
down bringing her full breasts and face close to the chair looking on to
George.
'Honey....I
think we need to talk....something's changing in us....in me..I mean. I'm not
sure yet
what...but that little disturbance a bit ago has me concerned for us.'
George felt like
a little child sitting in the chair...his giant wife sitting so close...her face
like
a huge movie
screen...talking to him in such a way....as if she had already made her mind
up of
things...and would be taking the matter completely into her own hands and
responsibility
without his input.
'Changing?....what's changing sweetie...just a little spat was all...it's
natural for couples to
fight or
disagree every once in a while.'
Rachel looked at
him with directness and concern….like a parent to a child….'No
George...this is
different I'm afraid....I've been feeling some things
lately...that....well....I'm
not sure exactly
what they all mean yet...all I know is I feel different...and I'm ashamed to
say....I think I
like it.'
George felt his
body shiver…like he was losing something…and with it…his ability to
control it….
'Like what
sweetie....please tell me....this is me you are talking to....if its about
us....we
can surely work
through it together....we've always been able to get thru things....we are
connected
remember?'
Rachel replied…
'I know
sweetheart....we are connected....or...perhaps we were connected..but I don't
know anymore.'
George looked at
Rachel with a sinking feeling inside…
'Uh oh.....not
connected?...well....what are you saying Rachel....you don't love me
anymore?'
Rachel tried to
calm him..
'No that's not
it....I still love you....awwwwww'
...and reaching
with a thigh sized finger she dabbed at his chest and chin....
'how could I not
love someone so cute and adorable as you......sweet lil man of mine...but
sweetie....look
around....things are so much different for us now. You are soooo tiny and
helpless...why....I have to help you do most anything that involves regular size
objects....you
can't help me around the house very well...with the upkeep...you don't have
a job...I have
to fix and prepare anything you wish to eat....and I worry that we might lose
the house if I
don't get a second job..and if I do that..then I worry about you all day....as
you will hardly
ever see me. That's not fair to you my sweet love. I don't know what I'm
saying...see?....I'm just at my ropes end with it all. And don't think I'm mad
about it....I'm
not....I do all
of it with love and care....because you mean so much to me....but I'm
stressed to my
limits sweetie...that's all....its not your fault...really.'
'I have
something I need to tell you though....and it might be difficult for you to
understand....but its really for your own best good sweetheart. I've decided you
should
have a place to
stay during the day while I am away...that way you won't get into any
trouble or hurt.
Then I can be sure when I come home each night...I'll know where to find
you...and I'll
be able to rest easy during the day that you are alright.'
George looked
stunned....shocked even at Rachel...and stood up in defiance....
'What?...are you
crazy?.....confined?.....tell me I didn't hear what I just heard....that's
absurd!!! I will
do nothing of the sort...and I won't stand for it!!'
Rachel looked on
with calming…giant eyes….
'Darling....baby....it's really for your own safety and good....I have a place
all set-up for
you....complete
with everything you could want during the day....plenty of space to run
around
in...plenty of things to do....a food storage bin...why....you'll live like a
king.'
George looked at
her with fiery eyes….
'A
king?...ha....you mean like a caged pet!!'
Rachel's eyes
grew wide holding back a look of insult…
'I beg your
pardon....you are not a pet!…it's the only way I can make sure no harm
comes to you
during the day while I'm away. Now….my decision is final…like it or not it
is where you
will stay while I am out.â€
Rachel reached
her hand to George opening her fingers and grasped him around his chest
firmly and
picked him up. George squirmed and wiggled in protest…pushing his hands
hard against her
thick strong fingers…
“I will not
go….you can't do this to me….I am not some helpless creature to be shut up
and locked
away…as if I have no mind or sense to comprehend…..put me down
Rachel.â€
Rachel looked to
George with a raised eyebrow…
“I can do this
George…and I'm going to…you really don't have any choice in the
matter…but I do
wish you would be more accepting of this…I'm afraid if you can't
resolve this in
your mind and see that I'm doing this because I care for you so
much…then things
will become very hard on you….You ARE helpless…can't you see
that?…Do you
realize I have to do everything for you?…it used to be you who would
take care of so
many things…balance our relationship…but now I wear the pants in this
household…and
I'm just doing what is needed so I have one less thing to worry
about…now hush
husband…or I'll….I'll….
Rachel's gentle
yet deliberate tone trailed off…..
“You'll
what?….Rachel…pleaaaaaaaase put me down….I am not as helpless as you
paint me to
be…and I can take care of myself.â€
'Hush now….and
stop your whimpering….I'll hear no more of it….and stop struggling
and fighting
me…don't make me do something I might later regret...trust me….you won't
like it.â€
George shuddered
in her words….indeed at her size…she could easily shut him up…for
good…and that
chilled him…he was seeing something in her….he had never thought
possible…a new
power and dominance flowing in her….he was losing his connection
with
her….becoming just an object to her…a responsibility….and it made him feel
insignificant as
his towering wife strode off carrying him gripped tightly in her fist….up the
stairs to their
bedroom…switching on the light…a huge 100 gallon glassed aquarium sat
on a
wrought-iron pedestal…lit and completely filled with a landscape and the
dollhouse
she had taken
earlier…but with the roof removed.
'Oh God
Noooooooooo'……George screamed out………'You can't be
serious…you're
not putting me in there?…are you?……….Noooooooooo
honey….stop…we
need to talk…talk this through….pleaaaaaaaase Rachel'….he
pleaded and
begged.
Rachel pulled
her hand with George tightly held up to her face…hearing his small
screams…feeling
his tiny fists beating on her hand…firmly speaking to him with a straight
and decisive
tone…..
'No
George….there will BE no discussion…I've made up my mind and this is where you
will stay until
I come home.â€
Rachel
approached the aquarium and with her free hand, removed the huge Plexiglas lid
from the
aquarium. Carefully she held George up and leaned to kiss his head…
'It's for the
best honey…in time you'll see it's not so bad'
…as she reached
in and released him to the grassy surface below…setting him free.
George stood on
the grass looking around and up at Rachel as her giant face peered over
the top…..her
breasts filling out her sweater so full….he quaked in the feeling he was
overwhelmed
with….he felt like a small caged animal…with no more intelligence than
such…considered
a helpless creature who can't be trusted or care for itself….but needed
to be kept from
harm and possible escape. In a fit of anger he raced for the glass wall and
slammed his body
against it….pressing his arms…chest…legs…against it…sliding his
hands along the
glass and beating it with his tiny fists….but to little avail other than the
amusement to
Rachel in seeing his frightened reaction.
'Noooooo….Nooooooo'….he
cried
'Let me out….let
me out!!!….God damm you let me ouuuuuuuuut right now!!!! How dare
you imprison me
like this….I am your husband….I have rights….you are supposed to do
as I say.'
He lashed out of
fear…anger…emotion…not really meaning what he was saying…but so
much terror and
anger and emotion was causing him to vent in ways he was unfamiliar to.
“Do as I
say?…now now…temper temper George'….she calmed
Kneeling down
close the to glass…her face giant and pressed close to George…the glass
fogged with her
warm breath as she spoke to him through it…feeling the power of herself
now to him…and
beginning to feel a new sense of how she felt….
'From now on
you'll do as *I* say…and there isn't much you'll be doing about it. I best
leave you
alone…so you might adjust to your new surroundings…and rethink your status
here….but I warn
you darling…keep this up…and you might never come out of
there…something
to think about today while I'm out earning OUR living.â€
Rachel knelt
steadily and placed her hands on either side of the huge aquarium...looking
through the
glass as her lil husband cried and banged his fists hard on the glass….smiling
at him
there….then she rose up…watching his eyes and jaw go wide as her stature
increased before
him….she leaned over the top…letting her hair hang down…her breasts
filling her
sweater to full.
“Have a
pleasant…thoughtful day…my sweet lil husband….enjoy your new lil house and
I'll see you
tonight….and I do so hope in a better mood than now……for your own
good.â€
With that…Rachel
turned and walked away and out the bedroom door closing it behind
her, picking up
her things and meeting Tom outside who was driving her in to work that
morning.
George crouched
down….watching the moving mountain of his wife as she stood
up…her curves
now seeming deep within him as something far away…untouchable…he
himself
considered as something insignificant…discarded. He withered as she left…his
eyes..scanning
the entire giant glassed aquarium…his prison for the day. His eyes
marveled at the
surroundings…the grass from their backyard….smelled so strong….the
dollhouse seemed
so much like that…a dollhouse when Rachel stood near it…and when
she had lifted
and carried it upstairs. But to George it appeared as a full size
dwelling…only
without a rooftop to shield him from the elements. But then…there were
no elements
inside the house. Why had she removed the roof….he wondered. Upon
entering the
house…he saw his answer….it not only prevented him from reaching the top
of the aquarium
to perhaps escape…but it also allowed her to view him…in a most
humiliating and
humbling way…like some zoo animal…she could lean in and see him at
anytime she
wished. The thought at first very stirring to him….he would come to learn it
was humiliating
and belittling. Off in the corner was a box…filled with ice packs and
food…breads…cheese…crackers…some small pieces of fruit and a small giant sized
cereal bowl
filled with water from which he could drink.
Off in another
corner were some cut up pieces of paper…reduced to size he could
manage and a
broken off pencil…big enough that he would have to use both hands to use
it…but short
enough he could manage with little difficulty. But the whole set-up reminded
him of his new
stature in life…a life that was becoming more apparent with each
day…might
permanently exist this way…..perhaps never resuming his normal height again.
He looked up at
the high glass walls and then around to see if there was anything he could
use to climb out
on….but alas…she had thought of that…and there was none to be
found. Thoughts
of deep rooted anger and humiliation rushed through him now…anger
towards her for
doing this….she WAS changing…and his fears rose in him…as to where
it might
eventually lead.
Many more months
passed….and George's mood and temper became sullen and
removed. Rachel
kept him as a common pet….at least that's how he felt. At night she
would come
home….he would hear her thunderous footsteps above him…as she moved
about the
house….hearing soft muffled conversations when the phone rang…never
knowing or
understanding the full extent of them with their distance. She would come to
him after
settling her things…cleaning his water bowl and giving him scraps of food…but
each time…with
less and less interest. She barely spent any time with him…only removing
him from the
aquarium on occasion….and then taking him to the couch or bed and
expecting him to
perform for her like some sex pet. George felt more and more that she
regarded him now
as some small unintelligent animal…not so much as caring of his
feelings about
her actions on him. And when he didn't do as she said…or coaxed…she
would get
infuriated and grasp him quickly back to his glassed confine….tossing him
in…sometimes
flashing him of her ample endowments….muttering…
'If only you
understood..then you might enjoy these as you once did.'
All George
understood was that Rachel had changed…something in his size she
resented…the
pressure of life perhaps…the constant nagging vigil to care for him wearing
on her. But he
also sensed that the height of his size fantasy…had escalated her own
sexual desires
and cravings…and when she couldn't get what she wanted…she took
it…and that made
George feel differently than he ever thought possible. Once a
fantasy…a
desire…a need….was now an ugly truth…that made him look upon her with
anger and
resentment of his own. He had no dignity…no respect….and his connection
with
Rachel….GONE!!
Then one day…she
took the step he feared most…but would nor could he admit…even
to himself. The
ultimate in humiliation and disrespect for what their lives together had
meant…..the day
he wished he could end his life.
Rachel sat in
the passenger's seat of Tom's car…looking into space…as they drove
along.
“Rachel?….are
you alright this morning?â€â€¦.Tom questioned with a tone of concern.
'Rachel?'
“Huh?….Oh…oh yes
Tomâ€, Rachel replied with a half-smile..still caught in her deep
thoughts.
“I'm just
thinking about some things is all…its nothing really.â€
Rachel didn't
want to have to explain what she was thinking about…and her thoughts
raced about
George…the way she had been with him….she remembered the trembled
fearful look in
his eyes…and then his angered tone. Of course he would react that
way…she thought…bein
so small…helpless…must be very stressful for him….but that's
still no excuse
for the way he lashed out at her. But what was most interesting to
her…was in the
fact that she didn't feel the least bit sorry for her actions….she resolved
that she was
keeping him safe……….hmmm….keeping him……that was it!!
But other
thoughts were invading her being. Indeed being considered a giant before
George was a
rush so overwhelming to her now. She reminisced in the feelings of him
crawling all
along her…how she felt when he climbed upon her breasts….how his lil
mouth felt
around her nipples……and GOD….how incredible the sensations and feelings
he aroused in
her when they made love….to actually feel him entirely within her….she
moistened in
just the thought. But she needed more….craved more….so many times…so
many ways….and
she needed….craved to have him even more……then it hit her!!!
'That's it!!!'
…she bolted
out…nearly causing Tom to sheer off the road.
'What?'…. Tom
reeled back….'What's it?'
'Tom?….I have
something I wish to share with you….something incredible….that I don't
think you'll
believe unless I show it to you. And….I have something to confess as well.'
Tom looked on at
Rachel somewhat puzzled….'Ok…what is it you wish to share?….and
confess?â€
'Well….you
remember I told you how my husband died?…well…that's not entirely true.
Ummm….he didn't
really die…I've been…..ummm….keeping him shall I say?'
Tom looked on
with curious surprise….'Keeping him?…whatever do you mean?'
'What I mean….I
can't tell you….I must show you. Turn the car around…take me home.'
Wait!…you mean
your husband's alive?….have you told him about us? I
mean…Rachel….this is weird.'
Rachel looked at
Tom with a fearful…yet evil smile….'Don't worry Tom…everything will
be fine…now that
I've worked it all out…and I have you…everything will be just
fine….trust me.'
Tom knew that
look in Rachel's eyes…and it calmed him…he loved that evilness she
portrayed every
so often…and it usually led to some of the best most amazing intimate
times with her.
Whatever it was she was going to show him…he wasn't afraid to face it
with her.
They pulled up
the driveway and entered the house….very quiet and dark. Rachel looked
at Tom…holding
his hand and pulling him along.
'Come with me
Tom…he's down here.'
Tom felt
strange…curious…but followed Rachel with interest as she lead him up the stairs
to the bedroom
door. There she stopped and turned to him…putting her finger to her
lips…
'Shhhhh…now be
very quiet…don't make a sound…I want to see the look on his face
when he sees
you. And….the look on yours when you see his.'
Tom was now very
puzzled and quite curious…what on earth had she done to her
husband
George…and why such the interest to see each other's expressions…..but he did
not question…and
followed closely behind…tip toeing down the basement stairs.
Rachel crept
quietly not turning on the lights….moving closer to the large aquarium. Then
she reached and
snapped on the lights above the huge tank….light suddenly bathing the
small landscape
and the withered slender body of George curled up on the dollhouse bed
on the 2nd
floor.
The suddenness
of bright light stirred George and he bolted upright…his weak and frail
thin body
looking small in the glass habitat. Rubbing his eyes with tiny fists…he glared
up
at the
silhouetted figure of his giant wife…immediately raising his fists….and shouting
things not very
audible…but the small thin voice and actions of him…telling Rachel he was
very agitated
and angry.
Rachel knelt a
bit and softly spoke to him…..
'Now
George….that's no way to greet a guest…how many times have I told you…what
that temper of
yours is going to get you. How would you like to go with no food for a
week
again…hmmm?' 'I brought a guest for you to meet…Tom?….say hello to George.'
Tom's jaw was
already on the floor…his eyes not believing what he was seeing…and
then hearing
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