Big Little Sister Redux

01/03/2020

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Little Sister Redux

                                        

                                               or

                                

                                             Eclipse Revisited

 

                    

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                                                    Original by Dreamtales,

reworking by greapos

 

Note: Much of the

first, oh, about one-quarter of this appeared as a wonderful story by Dreamtales.

I have taken the liberty of messing around with it a little bit, adding on to

it, and making it a sequel of sorts to my previous story “Eclipse”. My apologies

to any I’ve offended, perturbed or otherwise pissed off.    -g

 

 

Disclaimer: The

Author of this piece is woefully undereducated in the medical sciences. Any

similarity to anything approaching actual scientific knowledge, or literature in

general, is purely coincidental. Also, things might get a little weird…no kids.

 

 

                I

hadn't expected Becky to be here, but that really looked like her walking right

up ahead of me at the carnival. "Hey kiddo!" I said as I tapped her on the back.

She spun around to face me. "Oh, I'm sorry! I thought you were my girlfriend..."

                "Hi

Mike! How are you?" I blinked in confusion. "Don't you recognize me?" The girl

was smiling, a big grin on her face, looking right into my eyes. She really

looked familiar, so much like Becky, but...it couldn't be...

               

"Laurie? Is that you?"

                "Mmmmhmmm…Why?

Have I changed much?" Laurie grinned, stepping back and putting her hands on her

hips, inviting me to look her over. She sure had changed! In a few short months

she had grown into a very pretty girl - almost the same size as her older

sister. It was really mind boggling to see cute little childish Laurie suddenly

so grown up, especially when she was so giggly and immature before. I guess

Laurie could see from my expression that I was really surprised. She giggled and

offered an explanation. "Yeah, I've been on these special...hormone injections.

I've been taking 'em for the last few months and they're really working!"

               

"Boy, I'll say. You look great, Laurie." It really was incredible, the things

modern science can do these days. I should know, with all the medical stuff I'd

been going through myself lately. But more on that later. Anyway, she and I

ended up walking around together for a while, but soon I had to leave. Laurie

asked if I could give her a ride home, and we found ourselves sitting alone

together in the front seat of my car. Laurie had been constantly smiling at me

the whole time since we had met, a big grin on her face and this kind of goofy

look in her eyes. I guess she still had a little crush on me. 

               

"Mike, do you think I'm pretty?" Laurie's high lilting voice had a teasing tone

to it.

               

"Sure Laurie. You're very pretty for a girl. Why, don't you have a boyfriend at

school?" She didn't seem to acknowledge my question.

                A

minute's pause, then, "Mike, do you think I'm... sexy?" Hmmm... we were treading

on dangerous ground here. This was the sister of my girlfriend, and a kid, to

boot.

               

"Well, Laurie, I think you're a little young for me to answer that..."

               

"But, do you think Becky's sexy?"

               

"Well, umm... yeah, sure. Becky's my girlfriend. She's also older than you are."

I didn't like where this was going and wanted to try to cut it off before it got

out of hand.

               

"Well, I'm wearing Becky's dress and it fits me just right. So, if you think

Becky's sexy, then you must think I'm sexy, too, right?"

                "Now

Laurie, that's enough of that..."

                But,

as I tried to concentrate on driving, Laurie sat up on her knees and leaned in

close, whispering into my ear and giggling. "And I'm wearing Becky's bra...it

fits me just right, too!"

               

"Okay, Laurie, enough already." That whisper in my ear actually got me aroused,

to my chagrin. Luckily, we were just arriving at her house, so I pulled the car

over and turned to give Laurie what I hoped was an appropriately stern look.

"Now, look, Laurie...You're just a fourteen year old girl..."

               

"Fifteen!" corrected Laurie, giggling, her big smiling eyes locked on mine.

                "OK,

anyway, you're much too young to be acting like this with me. Now you are a very

nice, pretty, young girl and you should be with a boy your own age."

               

Laurie pouted, her big wide eyes showing her frustration. "But why can't we - "

                I

jumped out of the car, raced around to Laurie's side and yanked open the door

for her. "That's enough, Laurie. Now if you don't mind I have to get going..."

Laurie giggled and hopped out, standing next to me, still looking up at me with

those big, love sick eyes.

               

"Thanks, Mike," She said breathlessly, "I know you're doing this to be nice.."

She stood before me on her tiptoes and closed her eyes, puckering her lips, I

guess hoping for a kiss good-bye. I gave her a little peck on her forehead, and

she frowned in disappointment.

               

"Goodbye, Laurie. You're a great girl. Take my advice and get a boyfriend your

own age." I remember long after I drove off I could still see her in the rear

view mirror standing on the sidewalk watching after me and waving good-bye.

 

               

Well, anyway, back to what I had mentioned earlier. Last year in college I had

somehow contracted this rare African virus that had popped up first in the

states several years ago. My doctor wasn't real clear about it, but it basically

would kill me - or, I guess, put me in a coma - unless I started receiving

frequent vaccinations of another form of the weakened virus. I guess they try to

build your immune system up to a point where your body neutralizes the virus. I

don't know, I'm not really the science type. This would all be fine and good, I

guess - I felt fine - but the vaccine, over time, makes you smaller. Barely

noticeable at first, but the longer it takes your body to build up the

antibodies, the smaller you get. Though it was pretty rare, I had seen some news

clips of some guys around the country who shrank to, like, less than a foot.

Freaky to watch. Most patients, my doctor says, get better far before that. I

just hoped I'd get better quickly. So, I went to school again in the fall,

trying to act like everything was normal, more or less at my own size. But, I

had begun to notice a change throughout the semester. By the time I had shrunk

from my normal height of six feet to five-foot nine, I thought it a good idea to

return home and not return for the following semester.

 

                So,

it was around Christmas, a Saturday night and Becky and I were planning to go

out to dinner and the movies. I arrived at her house a little early, and knocked

at the door. I was a little surprised to see an unfamiliar young woman open the

door, and I greeted her nervously. Maybe it was one of Becky's friends from high

school? Did Becky hang out with such hotties? "Oh, hi, I'm here to see Becky..."

The girl giggled coquettishly, holding her hand over her mouth and smiled

brightly. There was an awkward silence, so I continued. "My name's Mike. I'm a

friend of hers..." just then the seed of recognition popped into my head...

                She

started laughing, and then spoke, "Mike! Now don't tell me you've forgotten

about me again?" My mouth dropped open. It couldn't be. "Duh! It's me, Laurie! I

guess I must've grown some more since I saw you!" She had a flirty smile and was

leaning languorously against the door frame. My God, did she grow. Little Laurie

had somehow been transformed into this...this...What had happened to the cute

little girl I knew? Standing in the doorway was a sexy young woman, full breasts

straining against a fuzzy pink sweater, graceful curves of her hips and long,

coltish legs poured into a skin tight pair of white pants. And staring at me was

no longer a cute little pixie face, but the face of a mature young woman, her

high cheekbones and full lips giving her an air of sophistication. I guess I was

sort of in a state of shock, because I didn't say much before she laughed and

invited me inside. As she walked ahead of me I found it hard not to get

distracted by her rolling hips. "Becky's still getting ready. Why don't you come

in to the living room and wait a while?" My heart was still beating fast and I

was taking deep breaths to try to calm down. Suddenly Laurie stopped and turned

towards me. I had been walking right behind her and had almost bumped into her,

so we ended up standing almost toe to toe with each other, her face inches from

mine. As she smiled and looked into my eyes I noticed she had grown taller, too

- by now she must've been five foot six or so. "Know where we are now?" she

asked, giggling.

                "Uh,

what do you mean? In your house?"

                "No,

silly!" She smiled and signaled with her eyes above our heads, where a green

sprig of leaves was hanging. "We're under the mistletoe!" My objections were

suddenly cut off as Laurie leaned in and planted a kiss full on my lips,

pressing her body to mine. At first I was too shocked to react, but I quickly

came to my senses and started to try to push her away. It was a bit of a

struggle - but I succeeded in fending her off and stood holding her at arms'

length.

               

"Laurie! What's come over you?" But whatever I said didn't seem to register as

she just stood there smiling directly into my eyes, a grin on her face. Yikes.

She was hot, and I wasn't a guy who usually got a lot of attention from girls,

but I didn't need this. Becky would be pissed - at me, at her, just pissed.

               

Becky was coming down the stairs, ready for our date. I must have seemed a

little breathless as I greeted her, but if she noticed she didn't say anything.

Laurie for her part was smooth - she acted like nothing had happened, smiling

and wishing us both a nice evening. It wasn't until after we had driven away

that my thumping heart started to return to normal. I even got up the nerve to

steer Becky into conversation about her little sister, though she didn't seem

too keen on talking about her. Maybe a little jealous of Laurie's blooming

figure. No real boyfriend, Becky said, because her doctors were concerned that

her hormonal condition may be transmissible. "Yeah, but she's a little flirt.

But she knows she can't do anything with these guys. She's just turning into a

major tease." And how, I thought. If I had had a girl that looked like that to

lust after in high school...well, I wouldn't have gotten much homework done.

               

After the movie Becky and I had our usual heavy petting session in the car. No

sex - not that we ever had, because my doctor assured me that intercourse was

the way this virus thing was transmitted between men and women. But, Becky was

usually up for other activities. Good thing for me – because another effect of

this virus was an increased libido. And I still had Laurie on my brain. And so,

as we made out, I couldn't help but compare Becky to her voluptuous little

sister. I had to confess that, well, Becky’s breasts seemed a bit on the small

side, and her hair didn't tumble and flow like Laurie's as we had walked through

the house. While I kissed Becky, all I could think about were Laurie's big,

bright eyes sparkling with that confidence that came with those hips, those

legs, that beautiful body of hers. And, as Becky's hand went to my member,

stroking it, I saw her little sister's smile, imagined my hands on her thin

waist, cupping her full, soft breasts. I came with visions of Laurie's radiant

face gazing into mine. Did I feel guilty, thinking about my girlfriend's sister

as she beat me off? Well, yeah, I did. And, hey, Becky's my girl. I was

determined to put the little incident with Laurie behind me. Within a few days I

had pretty much forgotten about it. 

                At

home, my shrinking began to accelerate. A lot. My mom was cool, taking good care

of me but not making me feel like a helpless freak. By the beginning of the

summer, I had shrank to three feet tall, and was able to do less and less by

myself, but we had set my room up to give me a good deal of independence. She

was also a decent seamstress, so she was able to put together some makeshift

clothes for me so I didn't have to buy kid's stuff.

               

While loathing to be in public in this state, I finally began to get antsy and

one day had my mom drop me off at the Mall to get something to read. It was

really strange walking around as a little guy with all these giants towering

over me. I pretty much kept my head down and headed for the bookstore - I sure

didn't want to see anyone who recognized me. While looking through the

magazines, the most beautiful pair of legs appeared next to me. Impossibly long,

shapely and lovely, and those feet! Wrapped in beautiful sandals with big high

heels. My head was below hip height - so without looking up I could only see her

from her legs down. As I stole a quick look up at the rest of her my heart

caught in my throat...Laurie! My god! Look at the body on her! I immediately hid

my head, hoping she wouldn't notice me in this diminished state; I would be

mortified.

                My

heart was pounding like mad, I was shaking all over as I continued to sneak

sideways glances at those shapely legs. I knew I should slip away before she saw

me, but I was paralyzed by the sight of her. So I just stood there frozen,

hardly able to breathe, consumed by my raging libido and waiting helplessly

until she decided to move on.

               

Unable to stand it any more, I was just turning to put my magazine away and

ignominiously slink to the back of the store when I heard a familiar voice from

above. "Mike is that you? Ohmigod! It can't be... " Jeeeez. "Mike! It IS you!

Wow!" The girl had to bend over almost double to look down at me. I looked

sheepishly up at the huge smiling face towering over me.

               

"Oh...hi Laurie.." Laurie, grinning from ear to ear, crouched down to bring her

face close to mine. Even so, she was still taller than me - I had to tilt my

neck to look at her.

               

"Wow, Mike! Just look at you! I mean, Becky told me all about what's happened,

but - wow! I just can't get over how you look!" She unabashedly looked me up and

down several times.

                "Er,

um... yeah. (cough) It's really something, huh?" I was never so embarrassed in

my life. Of all people to run into, why did it have to be her?

               

"What magazine are you reading? Maxim, huh? For the articles…right?" she teased.

I tried to avoid her gaze, looking down at the floor. "Uhh..it was the only one

I could reach, besides the kid's magazines..."

                "Oh,

okayyy..." Laurie, wearing a tight, short dress, was still grinning and looking

down at me with that huge lovely face and those big eyes. I think she could tell

I was really embarrassed. "Hey, Mike, it's okay! Don't be shy… It's just me!

Besides..." she reached her big hand out to touch my face. "I think you look

really cute!"

                I

needed to get out of there – fast. "Er, thanks, Laurie, but, look, I really have

to get going. I need to catch the bus so I can get back home..."

               

"Hey, wait! Don't go running away! Can't we walk around together? I'm all by

myself."

                "Er,

Laurie, I'd love to, but, um... like I said the bus will be leaving soon. I-it's

the last one today, so I can't afford to miss it. I can't drive a-anymore

'cause, well, you know..."

               

Laurie frowned, her face scrunching up as her eyebrows furrowed. Suddenly, she

broke out into a big smile. "Hey!  I can give you a ride home - I've got my car

here!"

                "Um,

n-no, thanks, Laurie. I don't want you to go through so much trouble for me.

I'll be OK."

                "No!

It's no trouble at all. In fact, it's perfect - I only have my learner's permit

so I need a driver to sit with me."

               

"Yeah, but still, I..."

               

"Pleeease, Mike? It'd really be a big help. And I'd LOVE to give you a ride!

Becky should be home, you can visit her."

               

"Well..."

               

"Great! Thanks Mike! This'll be such fun! Did you ever think I'd be driving you

around?" I really don't know how I let myself get talked into these things. I

felt I was in a daze as I found myself trailing after Laurie through the Mall,

her beautiful long legs and sexy rear leading me out to her car. I was too

little to open the door to her SUV, so she opened it for me, waiting patiently

while I laboriously climbed up into the front seat. I was pretty quiet the whole

way back as she gaily prattled on, talking non-stop about her friends at school,

or whatever. The whole time I was desperately wrestling to suppress my thoughts

and keep my gaze straight ahead. Nonetheless, I couldn't keep myself from

stealing sidelong glances of her curvy profile.

               

Though Laurie had said Becky was back at her house, when we got there nobody was

around. I really wanted to get back home, but Laurie convinced me to wait around

at her place for Becky. She called Becky's cell phone, leaving a message that we

were here.

               

"Want to hear the new CD's I bought?"

                "Um,

sure, Laurie." Who knows how long we had to wait? It was a lot better than the

two of us just sitting there in awkward silence.

               

"Great! C'mon up to my room - we can hear it on my stereo." Laurie turned and

started bounding up the stairs.

               

"Uhh, Couldn't we listen to it down here?"

               

Laurie turned and grinned down at me. "Are you kidding. My Dad's stereo is

ancient. C'mon up."  She could see from my expression I still needed convincing.

"Don't worry, Mike. There's nothing to be afraid of, I don't bite!"

                As I

slowly clambered up the big steps one by one after the towering teen, I started

to get this feeling that I was sliding down a slippery slope, that events were

somehow overtaking me and I was just a pawn in the grip of fate. I knew I

shouldn't be doing this, going alone into this girl's bedroom, but I couldn't

stop myself. I was a bit out of breath when I finally reached the top of the

stairs, with Laurie waiting for me. She showed me into her room and, I noticed,

closed the door after herself. She kneeled down on the floor, putting a CD in

the stereo, the big heart-shaped mound of her firm rear beckoning. The sight

took what little breath I had left away and made me even more dizzy.

                She

spun around to face me as she stood up and grinned "Wanna see what else I got at

the Mall?"

               

"Umm.. sure. What is it?"

               

"It's a surprise. I think you'll really like it!" Laurie bounced in a single

motion to her bed where her purchases lay. "Just wait right here and I'll be

back out in just a second." She reached into her shopping bag and took out a

small package, then disappeared into her bathroom, closing the door behind her.

               

Somehow I wasn't getting a good feeling about this. What if Becky returned and

found us together, as innocent as it was? I had a brief panic attack and decided

to try to escape while I still could. Like walking though molasses, I made my

way towards the bedroom door. Suddenly the bathroom door opened, "Well, what do

you think?"

                My

throat went dry and my breathing stopped. I can't recall - I may have cried out,

or issued a pitiful squeak, but I was completely riveted by the vision before

me. Laurie was standing in the doorway wearing a bikini, a bright yellow number

that barely covered her astounding charms. The skimpy suit left nothing to the

imagination - her long legs, sexy hips, wasp waist, flat stomach, and full

breasts were looming before me, topped off by her beautiful face with that same

grin, and those same big eyes smiling down right at me.

               

"Well, Mike? Aren't you gonna say something?"

                I

think I cleared my throat two or three times before I was able to croak out a

response. "Umm... g-gosh, Laurie. (cough) T-that's quite a b-bathing suit."

               

"Yeah," she giggled, as she looked in the mirror with a proud smile, "Cool,

huh?" She turned around, giving me first a magnificent profile view of her big

breasts, then a gut wrenching display of her round rear end. As she stood with

her lovely backside towards me, she tugged at the little string holding the

bikini bottom, "God, I have such a bubble butt. It feels a little tight. Do you

think it fits me okay?"

This couldn't go on - I had to do something

before I lost it completely. With a supreme effort, I tried to banish any

thoughts of my sexual fantasies and struggled to get back to sobriety. Taking a

deep breath, I attempted to make my small voice sound as deep and adult as

possible. "Now look, Laurie. You're a very pretty young girl, but I just don't

think that bathing suit is appropriate for you. It's just too revealing! Now

Laurie, you're only fiftee..."

"I'm sixteen now." Laurie corrected.

"Okay, sixteen. Anyhow, that's still too

young! Now, you look very nice, but - and I think your mom and dad would agree

with me - you're just not old enough to wear something like that."

"Something like what? Something that shows

off my body?" Laurie pouted coyly and batted her big eyelashes at me. "Don't you

like it? Don't I look nice in it?"

"Y-you look great, Laurie. It's just - well,

you're a very nice girl and I think you should wait until you're older before

you wear this kind of thing..."

               

Laurie burst into a huge grin and dropped to her knees, her big face looming

before me.

"Oh, Mike! You're so sweet! You always say

the nicest things! I just love it how you're always looking out for me!" She

leaned over and gave me a kiss on my forehead, treating me to an incredible view

of her cleavage, her breasts barely contained by her bikini top. She jumped back

to her feet and wiggled off back into the bathroom, leaving me to practice my

deep breathing in an effort to calm my heart. As the door closed behind her I

felt like I had survived some kind of trial by fire. After a minute the bathroom

door cracked open, and Laurie's pretty face peeked out. "Mike? Could you help me

with something?"

Uh oh. "Umm.. sure, I guess, Laurie. W-what

is it?"

"It's this top. It seems kinda stuck. I

can't get it off. Could you help me untie it?" Still clad in her bikini, Laurie

came out and sat down on her bed, turning her back to me and looking down at the

strap behind her. "I think it's all knotted up. Can you come up here and see if

you can get it undone?"

Once again feeling myself caught helplessly

in the grip of some nefarious fate, I struggled to climb up onto the bed next to

her. Even sitting on the bed with her sitting next to me, she still was a good

couple heads taller than me. Her lovely back was completely bare save for the

thin strap. I struggled to keep from trembling again as I gingerly approached

her, and reached out with my small hands to try to unravel the knot. It really

was stuck, horribly so, as if she had done it on purpose. As I worked on the

difficult task I had to lean in close to her huge warm bare back, her long,

graceful neck.

As I stood close to her, wrestling with the

bikini top, my erotic fantasies again started to bubble to the surface. I found

myself sweating, my breathing shallow as I feverishly worked so close to her. To

my horror, I found I had developed a raging erection which was now straining at

my pants. I prayed Laurie wouldn't look back at me, and desperately fought to

keep from getting further aroused.

"Mike? Can I ask you a question?"

"Umm... sure." My voice squeaked as I spoke.

"Do you ever have, like, fantasies?"

"Uh.. (cough) Ummm.. what?"

"Well, now that you're so small. Do you

imagine being with girls? And having them be…bigger than you? Like, what would

happen. I know you see my sister every once in a while, but I know you two don’t

mess around too much anymore - and she's kinda small and scrawny to begin with.

Do you ever think about really big girls?"

"G-gosh, Laurie. (cough, cough) W-what makes

you ask that?"

She turned around to look at me and I moved

quickly to hide my hard on. "Well, sometimes when I see something on TV with,

like a big girl and a little guy, and I think about how Becky said you've been

shrinking, I think about you."  Was she serious? Or was she saying this just to

see my reaction? I tried to keep my composure.

"(cough) Y-you d-don't say."

"Yeah, like the other night I was watching I

Dream of Jeannie - y'know the reruns they show at night - and Jeannie took Major

Nelson and shrank him down to doll size. Did you ever see that one?"

"Ummm.. I d-don't kn-"

"Well, anyway after I saw that show, I kept

day dreaming about what it would be like to be Jeannie, and to, like, have a guy

that was little. What you could do with him." She turned and looked at me,

raising her eyebrows questioningly. "You don't mind me talking about this, do

you?"

"N-no, Laurie. It's o-okay.." God I was so

turned on.

"So, what does stuff like that make you

think about?" She was curious, and obviously figuring out she was pushing my

buttons.

I took a deep breath, then (against my

better judgment) decided to plunge ahead. "Look, Laurie. I do. I mean…I have

thought about being with girls. And me being so small..."

Laurie looked deeper into me, her beautiful

face lighting up in a smile. "Really?? Oh, Mike, tell me about it!"

"Er, (cough) well..." I really wasn't sure

how far I wanted to head in this direction...

"C'mon, Mike, Pleeease!" She was now turned

completely around towards me, her huge breasts hovering just below my face.

"Well, all right. I guess I've

had...f-fantasies, too. Like, I'm a l-little guy with a big w-woman. Er, like, a

giantess, I mean." I had lost all sense of reason, being so very aroused.

"But, she wouldn't be a giantess. It's just

you that's really small. She could be normal size, right?" Almost imperceptibly,

she inched closer to me. I took in a waft of sweet perfume from her deep

cleavage.

"Uhhh...yeah, I g-guess.."

"She could be just a normal sized girl. But

she'd look really big to you, wouldn't she?" she said as she pushed back her

shoulders, presenting a mind-numbing view of her breasts. I couldn't believe

what was happening.

"y-y-yeah.."

"Kind of like how I look right now, hmm?

Really…big."

I was speechless. She drew up taller and

moved in towards me, brushing my cheek with her finger, putting her hand behind

my neck. My breath became quick, shallow as I now looked straight into her big,

firm breasts. Would she do it, would she actually try? The moment was silent, a

pin could drop. A palpable energy filled the air between us - that of a girl

slowly realizing the power of her developing body.

And then I felt it, the slow, gentle

pressure of her hand urging me to her. At the same time, she began to lean in

towards me. Was I actually this weak? Would I really let this girl, Becky's

little sister, seduce me so easily? A fleeting wisp of willpower, a single

thought of resistance, ebbed into me but quickly wilted as I watched her young,

overly ripe bosom approach.

Just as I decided to close my eyes, to give

in to my own desire and the temptations of this beautiful girl, to meet her soft

flesh with my upturned face, a quick knock hit the bedroom door and the knob

began to turn.

"Hellooo...? Mike? Laur? Are you guys in

here?" Becky!

We bolted apart in a flash; I leapt to my

feet on the floor as Laurie leaned back onto the bed. "Hey guys, what have you

been...up...to?" Becky's voice was friendly but as she took in the situation -

me quick of breath, probably flushed, Laurie dressed as she was with a thin

smile on her lips - her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Laurie and I came up

with excuses which somehow seemed plausible to me at the time. Listening to

music, a quick run up the stairs in my weakened condition, getting ready for the

tanning salon. I don't know how much of it she actually bought, but any outward

signs of suspicion soon evaporated as Becky and Laurie continued chatting over

my head, leaving me reeling and queasy with guilt. How could I have let myself

get into this situation?

Soon, Becky decided it was time to take me

home and I waved a quick goodbye to Laurie, our eyes meeting for only a second

before I had to turn away. Our car ride back to my mother's house was

uncomfortable - for me, at least. I think I overcompensated for my nervousness

by talking too much.  Becky dropped me off with a quick peck on the cheek; as I

had been shrinking, our relationship had begun to cool physically. She admitted

she felt "weird" being intimate with a guy who was looking more and more like a

little boy every day. We still hung out, though less and less often as she

became busy with her summer job and preparing for her first year away at

college. In the time that we did spend together, she (out of embarrassment for

her boyfriend's dwindling stature, I guess) kept me away from her friends, her

house, her family, and - notably - any chance of running into Laurie.

               

Left, therefore, alone most days at home with no girlfriend around, no social

outlets and no transportation (my mother away at work more often than not), I

found myself with plenty of time to play on the computer and, I'm shamed to

admit, fantasize about Laurie. Never before had I been so close to intimacy with

a body like hers. God, those breasts, those hips, those legs, that beautiful

face. All of my girlfriends throughout my life had been like Becky - cute,

sometimes, but smart and plain rather than Barbie Doll. Laurie, rather, was all

long, ripe, luscious curves, tanned and toned. I couldn't get the thoughts of

her out of my brain, and kept replaying the scene on the bed over and over again

in my head.

Though I continued to slowly shrink, my

obsession grew along with my virus-fueled libido; the several photos I had of

Becky that included her sister served as fuel for the fire. As did the stories

downloaded from the GTS forums, all of which I read over and over with images of

Laurie in mind. Thus my days came and went, jerking off to thoughts of my

girlfriend's sister in between trips to the doctor, cordial visits from Becky

and games of Scrabble with my mother. Nice life, huh? I wasn't too proud of

myself but didn't have the willpower to stop.

                And

then, several weeks after I was last at her house, I got an e-mail from Laurie.

My throat caught upon seeing it in my inbox, and I immediately knew I needed to

show caution. Perhaps I had been obsessing over Laurie recently, but I couldn't

let her know I'd been thinking about her at all.

"Hi, Mike!!" her note began "How R you??

Becky hasn't mentioned u much so I thought I'd get in touch with u myself. I've

been at the beach a LOT, hanging out

with my friends, etc. etc. Hey!!! I got my license! Woooo! It's great 2 be able

2 drive myself around! How have u been feeling? What have u been up to?" If she

only knew; maybe she's guessed? "How tall are u now? Are u like Major Nelson

yet? If u ever get that small let me know - I've still got clothes from

my Ken & Barbie set u can have! Hugzzz- Laurie"

I delayed my reply a day or so, so as not to

appear eager or over-interested. It was friendly and short, though I admitted -

for better or worse - that I was bored and lonely. With that, I gave her an

opening, nearly an invitation, for our correspondence continuing. Probably a

mistake, but I was weak and obsessed and craved contact of any sort from her. I

thought I could keep cool and handle an innocent relationship with her through

e-mail, unbeknownst to Becky.

Her reply back to me came quickly, and began

a series of daily correspondences which became - contrary to my original

intentions - increasingly playful and flirty, to my aroused, guilty thrill. I

was, I think, emboldened by my solitude and disconnect and hinted, I'm sure, at

a friendly interest in her. Though I'm shamed to admit it, my e-mails to Laurie

- now signed "Major Nelson" - became the highpoint of my day.

I was not, however, bold enough to suggest a

meeting or invite her over to my empty house for an innocent visit. My

conscience, I told myself, and respect for Becky, were still to strong. Or maybe

I was just a freaking wimp, too weak to stop thinking about her and too timid to

do something about it. All I know is that my growing sense of guilt began to

make the time Becky and I spent together less and less comfortable; I no longer

looked forward to her visits as I once had.

Laurie, for her part, kept me enthralled

with stories of her mundane, everyday life. I hung on her every inarticulate

word describing her teenage comings and goings. Subtly, I like to think, I

encouraged her as she peppered our correspondence with news of her growth spurt

("Five foot eight! I'm going to be taller than my dad if this doesn't stop

soon!!") and new lingerie collection ("I just outgrew my last 32DD. The only new

bra I could find in a bigger size at the department store with my mom makes me

look like somebody's grandma!")

Let me give you some excerpts from a few of

our conversations. First, my response to her new height:

"That's okay. If you keep growing you can be

a basketball player. Just have to learn how to play. Or you can star in the

movie version of 'She-Hulk'. But, I dunno how you'd look in green skin. :)"

She replied: "Or, hey, I can be in movies

for those guys on the internet who are all into giantesses. I'd have 2 get

really big!! Have u seen those websites?"

I feigned ignorance, but she persisted.

"You should. I think you'd like them , Major

Nelson!! They're all about big girls. And little guys. And what the big girls do

to the little guys. Some guys want to be squished. Some want to be eaten. Some

want to be cuddled. You can tell me what YOU’D like!! "

In reply I lied, telling her sites like that

weren't for me and that "I don't think I'd want to be squished. I just want to

be normal size again."

"Oooooh! Poor baby! I'll make sure I try not

to squish you! :)"

For me this thread was getting too

provocative, so I ended it with a "thanks for the no-squish rule. No eating,

either," and a change of subject, but not before I mentioned - a big mistake, I

know, "but that doesn't mean I don't like to cuddle!" I hoped that it came

across as a joke. Mostly. God, I'm an idiot.

I didn't do too much better in self

restraint when she mentioned her new bra: "I'm sure you don't look like

somebody's grandma. Grandmas have wrinkles and livers spots everywhere and smell

like Noxema."

"Well, maybe no wrinkles, but look at this

thing!" Her reply came with an attached file. "I used my dad's digital camera

with a timer 2 take this." The picture was a grainy frontal shot of her seated

at her computer with a white, satin, rather industrial looking bra covering her

full chest. My god, my jaw dropped. "Let me know if you want more pictures."

Needless to say, I beat off to this picture

of this young girl in her big, womanly bra more times than I want to admit

before I could muster a halfheartedly humorous reply, "Wow! You could carry your

schoolbooks in that thing!"

Her response filled my sick little head with

images, "Or maybe I could carry YOU in it!! Would you fit yet??"

Once again, this was getting too heated for

my weak heart and battered conscience, so I assured her that I had no intention

of trying to fit inside her bra. Her response: " :( ".

I did, however, break down and told her,

sure, it would be okay if she wanted to send me more pictures, that I didn't get

to see many friendly human faces these days. What I got were not necessarily

pictures of her face. More fuel for my erotic fantasies, a new attachment every

few days ("I'd send more but itz kinda hard sneaking the camera out of my Dad's

briefcase. He uses it at the lab.") Mostly pictures of her posing - innocently,

I admit - in different outfits ("My new sweater from Old Navy." "My new

one-piece. Too 'Baywatch'??" "My dress from our spring formal - boy! I don't fit

in this anymore!!") Nonetheless, her body looked to be approaching utterly

fantastic, the sort of curves men drool over.

She asked me, at one point, what I did with

the photos. Again, I lied, saying I deleted them along with her notes. Truth is,

I had started a pretty good sized "Laurie" folder of .jpgs and e-mail. Her next

reply was accompanied by a close-up shot of her smiling, eyes gleaming and

bright with a hint of mischief. She was leaning towards the camera, her cleavage

flowing from a now far-too-tiny yellow bikini top, over and around a hapless Ken

doll, trapped between her breasts. "I don't think you'll throw this one away!!"

                It

was, at this point - floored as I was by this last photo - that I decided our

correspondence had gone beyond the point of healthy flirting. Not that any

flirting with your girlfriend's younger sister should be considered healthy. I

had to find the resolve to end it. Though it was tempting to play along and

further my obsessions, my fantasies, she couldn't be lead to believe that there

would ever be a real relationship between the two of us. I was in college!

Older, more mature. And she was the little sister of my girlfriend. Too young

for me. Wasn't that right? What would it look like if someone - friends, my mom,

Becky, her family - suspected I had the hots for little Laurie? That poor little

Mikey, so small, left to his own devices, had become infatuated with his

girlfriend's overdeveloped little sister. Pathetic, that's what they'd think.

Pathetic little pervert. Didn't want that, did I?

And so I stopped. Stopped replying to her

e-mail. Even as I continued to stare at her pictures. Even as I built and

nurtured further fantasies of the two of us. Even as she continued to send me

e-mail; try as I might, I was unable to discard them before reading, and became

dismayed, alarmed, and absolutely spellbound by the further photos. More shots

of her with the Ken doll: held to her bosom lovingly, or covered with kisses, or

wrapped in her bra.

After nearly two weeks of unanswered mail,

she became bold enough to call my house during the day when she knew my mother

was out at work. Caught off guard, I answered (still just big enough to manage a

normal-size phone) and exchanged pleasantries for a bit. Immediately, however, I

was aroused and pulled up a screen shot of her on my monitor to place a face

with the voice. Nervously explaining away my recent inattention to her e-mail as

"just being busy", I finally admitted, with sweaty palm and cracking voice, that

I didn't think it was a good idea that we speak to one another.

Her tone remained bubbly but disappointed.

"Oh, why not Mike? I think you're so cute and funny. I really like talking to

you a lot." It was at this point that I realized that my hand was stroking

myself through my pants to the sound of her voice. I acquiesced for the moment

and sat back, listening to her talk about me, talk about herself, and talk about

Becky.

"She tells me about you, y'know. She tells

me she doesn't kiss you anymore, because you're so small. Because you're getting

to be like a little doll." A short, tense silence as I continued to masturbate,

having lowered my pants.

"Uhhh...uh-huh."

"That must really be hard, huh? Being so

small. Being so small and not having a girlfriend to kiss you anymore."

"Unhmm - well, Unh-huh." Oh god, I hoped she

couldn't hear me.

"Would you want me to kiss you? I could kiss

you, Mike. I could kiss your little face. I could kiss your little body…I could

kiss you all over." Jesus. Christ.

"Unnhhh...Nuh-Nuh-No. No L-Laurie. I

d-d-don't thu-think..." I trailed off weakly.

She thought in silence for a moment. "Why,

Mike? Are you afraid of me?" Another silent moment as I neared the point of

climax, "Hmmmm?"

Oh god. "I-I h-have to g-go.." With that I

dropped the receiver and came in a torrent onto my chest and stomach, pumping

myself furiously as I looked at the picture of her face.

 

Thereafter, I didn't receive another e-mail

from her, and decided not to answer the phone while home alone. One evening two

weeks later, however, Becky's mom called and asked me to attend a little

going-away family lunch for Becky. She was leaving for Northwestern early the

next week; the family was taking a road trip to bring her to school. I accepted

the invitation, in part out of duty and friendship for Becky, but also, I think,

with nervous anticipation of an excuse to see Laurie - this time in a controlled

environment, a gathering of others.

                My

mother dropped me off at Becky's around

one o’clock,

and was leaving straight from there to the airport for a business trip. The

family was finishing packing the minivan for their roadtrip to Chicago.

Immediately I noticed Laurie's absence; though certainly for the best in the

end, my heart sank a bit silently.

                So,

the four of us had a nice little lunch together in the early afternoon, Becky's

mom and dad polite enough not to dwell on my size so much. I knew her parents

liked me, and seemed to think we'd end up together once I got over my "health

issues". I tended to be vague on details regarding my diagnosis, but I think her

father had an idea as to my condition.

As we were cleaning up (me doing what I

could at my now twelve-inch height), Becky's mother took me aside to thank me

for coming, to thank me for being a good friend to Becky. "And, honey," she

said, as she was drying the last of the dishes, "we're headed straight to the

interstate from here. It's nearly four o'clock and we're so late already. Laurie

said she'd be back from her doctor's appointment by now, so she should be home

soon - I just spoke to her on the cellphone. She's not coming with us - she

practically begged me to stay home this weekend on account of cheerleader

tryouts. Aren't those usually after school starts? Anyway, do you mind if she

drives you home? I know she'd want to see you, she's always liked you so much."

My heart skipped a beat and began to

flutter, my palms sweating. "Uhhh...no, that should be okay."

"Good. I'll tell Becky, though, that our

neighbor will give you a ride. I don't think she trusts Laurie with you in the

car. Being a new driver, and all. She's so thoughtful of you."

"Uhhh, sure, whatever."

                And,

so, after a brief, friendly goodbye between Becky and myself which ended in a

quick kiss (more, I think, for her parents' benefit than mine), they left me on

the couch watching television as they set off for their long weekend trip to

Chicago. So I waited, absentmindedly surfing through channels with the family's

absurd remote (why do they make these things so big?) trying to prepare myself

for Laurie's arrival. How should I behave? What could I expect out of her? The

smartest thing, I figured, was to insist that I needed to get home right away

and keep conversation pleasant and short. What worried - and excited - me was

what I would do if she had her mind made up for something else. She certainly

wasn't rushing home to see her family off, or to keep me from waiting. I think I

sat there, my heart thumping, running through the possibilities, for nearly an

hour before I heard her car pull into the driveway. My throat went immediately

dry as I tried to settle down, to try to look comfortable and relax.

               

"Hellooo?" she announced as she opened the front door, "Anybody home?" I turned

around on the couch but, being so small, I couldn't see her as I called out in

greeting. Between my voice being so weak and the volume of the television, I

don't think she heard me. "Mike?" she called as she walked into the room, "are

you in here?" The sound of the TV brought her over.

      "Hi there," I

said as she rounded the couch. I sat myself into a confident pose - or, as

confident a pose as one could mange at twelve inches tall.

      "Ooooo!" she

squealed as her widening eyes caught sight of me and her hand flew to cover her

mouth in surprise. She stifled a giggle and stood erect. "Mike! Look at you!" I

tried to keep myself from ogling her, tried to maintain eye contact, as she bent

at the knees into a crouch to look at me. The sneakers at the end of her long,

smooth, golden legs were bright white. A small pair of faded denim shorts rode

tight on the curves of her shapely hips. A loose, white button down shirt was

tied at her midriff, exposing a sliver of flat, tanned abdomen and a brief hint

of cleavage. Below the shirt she had on, it appeared to quick glance, some type

of white tank top. "It's so nice to see you again!" she chirped, tucking a

strand of hair behind her ear, "Did my parents leave?"

                I

answered her casually, describing our pleasant lunch and the plans that she was

to drive me home. She seemed not to acknowledge my last statement and asked me

if I'd like anything to drink. Before I could reply, she had stood up and turned

away, walking to the kitchen as she asked "Coke? Iced tea? Apple Juice?"

                Her

hips rolled and swayed as I called after her "...uhhh, water would be fine." I

hadn't really been eating much recently, and didn't think I could tolerate much

more than water. She, however, made no sign that she had heard me, and began to

undo the knot tying her shirt as she left the room. Crap. What was I in for? She

had orchestrated this perfectly, and I didn't think my best option was putting

my foot down and demanding a ride home. And, who was I trying to kid? The

thought of having some time with this knockout little sister of my girlfriend

was secretly thrilling.

                When

she returned with two glasses of iced tea, she had completely unbuttoned her

shirt, which now hung open and revealed a white lycra tank top molded around the

bulges of her chest and reaching nearly to her navel. She set the glasses on the

table, took the remote from where it lay beside me, and turned off the

television. Looking first down at me, then to the glasses, she gasped and

giggled again. "Oooh! I'm sorry! You'll never be able to drink all that!"

               

"Uhh...no," I replied, "that's a whole lot of tea."

               

"Here," she said, as she moved to sit beside me, "let me help." With one motion

she planted her round, firm rear on the cushion next to mine and began to remove

her shirt - as if it might restrain her from the task at hand. I tried to look

straight ahead at the drinks but was intent on her in my peripheral vision.

Narrow shoulders back, chest out, she pulled the shirt from her, demonstrating

nicely the shape and size of the breasts below her top. She picked up one drink

from the table, saying, "Now then, let's give this a try," and approached me

with the huge glass. "I hope you're thirsty!" I glanced up quickly at her; she

peered down her nose at me over a mischievous smile.

Back to the drink, I tipped my head back to

meet its lip as she tilted it gently toward me. At first I thought this might

work, as I began to gulp the liquid which lapped against my mouth. "There we

go!" she chirped, "How does that taste?" My stomach turned, and quickly I could

take no more. The tea began to overflow around my face and spill down my chest.

"Oh no!" she squealed, pulling the glass from me as she began to giggle again,

"look at this!"

I managed to laugh myself but was actually

feeling rather humiliated as this luscious teenage girl began to wipe my face

with her discarded shirt. I stole quick glances at the jiggles of soft flesh

through her cleavage as she worked. "There," she cooed as she finished drying

me, "that's better. Are you still thirsty?"

"Uhh, no. I'm quite done, thanks." I tried

to smile and laugh off the embarrassment, tried to look cool.

               

“Okay, well, I’m glad you’re here.” She bundled her shirt into a ball and set it

on the couch beside her. It looked like she had something on her mind. “There’s

stuff I wanted to talk to you about. Can you stay for a little while?”

                Say

no. Say no. It’s easy. No. I Have to get home. Say it. No no no. “Uhhh…sure.

What’s up?” Idiot.

               

“Well, it’s about Becky.” Laurie sat demurely on the couch, one lean, coltish

leg tucked beneath her, her hands folded in her lap. This might be innocent

after all. I turned to face her, sitting cross legged indian-style on the

cushion. “I don’t think she’s been very nice to you recently,” she continued

thoughtfully, tucking a wave of honey brown hair behind her ear, “when you need

all the support you can get.” Well, this surprisingly sounded like genuine,

mature concern. Did it have another purpose?

                I

decided to tread carefully, and assured Laurie that I realized Becky had been

very busy recently, she was being very supportive, and that our relationship

remained strong. I had every hope, I said, that we could remain together even as

she was away at college.

               

“Hmmm. Mike,” Laurie pursed her lips and looked down at me, choosing her words

carefully, “Becky’s been seeing another guy.” My brow furrowed. “All summer.” I

winced in disbelief. “A lot.” Uggh. “She had been going out with him a few

nights a week. You might know him – he’s that guy who’s also going to

Northwestern this year.”

               

Yeah, I knew him. Randy. Or was is Ricky? Rudy? Whatever. Some guy in her class.

               

“She’s been talking to me about him for awhile now, and she didn’t want my

parents to know…’cuz they like you so much and…well, I knew she had plans to

tell you but…”  But what? Why was I hearing this from Laurie instead of Becky

herself? “She had a letter for you. She was going to mail it soon, next month,

after she got to school.” Laurie paused hesitantly before continuing, “But I

took it. From her bag, this morning. I knew what it was going to say,” she said

sheepishly, “so I opened it.”

                “You

opened it?” I was a little flabbergasted. “You opened the letter that Becky

wrote to me? Jeez! Did you read it?”

               

“Yes.”

                I

was actually not as mad, or upset, as one would expect. I think I had, at this

point, just felt so helpless that I was getting apathetic, seeing my life run

without my control by people in the normal-sized world. “Why wouldn’t she give

it to me herself? What did it say?”

                “You

want to read it?” Her expression was one of girlish concern, but she had

another, queer look on her face.

               

“Uhhh…sure. Do you have it?” I asked. With that she pulled a piece of notebook

paper from her pocket, unfolded it and lay it down on the cushion next to me. I

didn’t need to read much to get the gist of it. Becky was breaking up with me.

Saying she met a guy at school, mentioning nothing of the summer. “Well, that’s

that,” I said, as chipper as I could manage, a catch in my throat. I was a bit

upset, sad, I guess. Not only getting dumped by my girlfriend, but also what it

represented. I was shrinking, and slowly losing my life, watching it all drop

away. My relationships. My future. Everything. “Sucks to be me.” I tried to

smile.

               “I’m

soooo, so sorry, Mike. I opened the letter ‘cuz, well, I just thought, I guess,

that this was a crappy way for Becky to break up with you. I thought it would be

better if I told you. If you heard what really happened. If you found out now

rather than later.”

                I

turned my face away from the letter and looked up at Laurie. Her smile was warm

and compassionate, lighting up a face of fine cheekbones and delicate jaw. God,

she really was a beautiful girl. I should be angry, but who can be mad at

someone this pretty? Looking away, I muttered thanks.

               

“So,” she continued, “this way you can get on with your life. You can forget

about Becky. You can start dating other girls.”

                What

did she mean by that? I was, at that point, awash with enough self-pity that I

had let my guard down. “Dating other girls? Who would ever want to date me now?

I’m a twerp.”

               

“Come on now, Mike. You’re a great guy. You’re cute and funny and lots of girls

want to go out with you.”

               

“Yeah? Like who?”

               

“Well,” she smiled, and batted her long eyelashes coquettishly, “me. I’d want to

go out with you.”

                Oh

boy. I was on a slippery slope, and had probably said too much already. Yet, my

suffering self-esteem kept me from turning off this kid completely. Part of me –

heck, maybe most of me by now – enjoyed this opportunity to flirt with a pretty

girl. As I’ve said, I’m not generally much of a chick magnet. But, I had to

remain careful. “Now, that wouldn’t be fair to Bec-“

                “But

Becky just dumped you, remember? Forget about Becky,” she shifted her weight and

inched closer, “go out with me.”

             

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