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Careless Wish by Number10
« on: February 19, 2016, 04:33:08 AM »
F/m; shrink; magic; giantess; insert; tease; mast; cons/reluct; X

Jon and Beth came back from their afternoon outing tired but happy. They had spent the afternoon hiking in the sunshine through dense forests and past shimmering lakes. It was their weekend ritual.

Later in the evening, there was another part of the ritual. Jon always looked forward to it, although he never let Beth know it. He waited for her to ask the usual question.

Beth seemed embarrased. She had just come fron the shower and sat on the bed near Jon. "Um, honey? Would you mind…uh…checking? Please?"

Jon paused and looked very smug as he made her wait for his answer. He knew exactly what she wanted.

Beth was deathly afraid of ticks, those tiny things you pick up in the woods. They latch on to you and suck your blood. They were disgusting, but to Jon, her fear was completly irrational. He was blasé about them and most insects, but he also knew that just the idea one of those critters crawling on her, well, made her skin crawl.

Finally Jon smiled and nodded, like he always did. He knew that Beth had already checked every part of her body, except the one area she couldn’t see well. That’s where Jon came in.

Beth removed her robe, lay down and spread her legs. She handed Jon the flashlight that sat on the nightstand. Jon assumed his normal postion, on his elbows, head down, close to her crotch. He clicked on the flashlight and started the search.

"Just a minute, Hon," said Beth. Jon smiled. He knew this was coming too. Beth reached down and scratched her mound with her long fingernails, until the imaginary itch would go away.

Beth removed her hand and Jon got back to work. He painstakingly parted her "short curlies," as she called them, and peered down to her skin. He has never seen one of these little fellows down there yet, and tonight, as usual, he saw nothing. But he knew that Beth expected a long, thorough search.

Jon's back and neck began to ache. "You know," he complained to Beth, "This would be a lot easier if I were down there. Then I could stand up straight." Beth closed her eyes and tried to imagine a tiny, tick-hunting Jon. The idea made her grin.

Jon wasn't sure if Beth heard him. "I said, this would be... yaaaaaah!" Jon wasn't sure what had happened, but he was now lying down on Beth's bare skin. Amazingly, he had held onto the flashlight, and used it to look around. The "short curlies" he had been sifting through were no longer short. In fact, the hairs towered way over his head, creating for him a forest not unlike they one they had hiked in earlier.

Slowly, he stood up and started to walk. Was there a way out? And in which direction? He had to wonder if Beth would ever find him. After five minutes of walking with no signs of a clearing, Jon stopped dead in his tracks. He reasoned that if Beth would scratch an imaginary itch, she would certainly feel the sensation from his small feet, and then...

Giant shadows came over him as he heard a far away yet booming voice: "Hold on again, Hon." He quickly made himself flat again her skin as the huge fingernails headed straight for him. He braced himself for the impact.

Beth lay back, eyes still closed, scratching herself luxuriously. She sighed with pleasure and murmured, "All right, Sweetheart, keep going."

Jon was now on his back, looking up. The giant fingernails had pushed and pulled him ruthlessly, but he seemed to have withstood it. Something in this whole process seemed to have made him tougher, almost like those tiny things that... wait, he thought. Jon looked as his hands and feet. "Yup, I'm still me." Incredible.

Jon thought for a moment. Yes, he made it this time. But how much longer could he go on this way? He closed his eyes, and made a new wish. In a flash, he was normal sized, heart thumping, lying next to Beth. He looked at her and wondered if she knew how close she had come to... but Beth was now half-asleep.

Jon decided to cover her up and go to bed too. He might tell her in the morning, and he might not. After a final peek at the site of his adventure, he turned out the lights and lay down himself. Jon wisely determined that from now on, he would be more careful with his wishes.



Sunday morning arrived, and with it, a puzzled Jon. He awoke with sore muscles and a slight hangover effect from his tremendous experience the night before. Opening his eyes, he could see that Beth was already up out of bed, possibly taking a shower or having her breakfast.

Did last night really happen? Jon still wasn’t sure whether to bring it up. Beth might laugh, or just think he was crazy. In any case, he needed to talk to her.

He sleepily trailed out to the kitchen to find her fully bathed and dressed. She was just now sitting down to a cup of tea and the Sunday paper. Seeing him, Beth looked up and smiled.

Jon managed a tight smile in return and slumped down at the table next to her. He stared down at the table, wondering where to begin.

"What’s the matter, Hon?" asked Beth. Her smile was still there, although, to Jon, there was something behind it. Her eyes had a slight gleam that he couldn’t decipher.

"Um. Do you remember last night? When I was checking you over? Something strange happened. Really, really strange."

"Oh? Tell me." Beth leaned forward, waiting to hear more.

"Well, I was down ‘there’, checking you out as usual, when I sort of thought out loud about, well, going down to your skin and standing up straight. Did you hear that?"

"Oh, yes. What about it." Beth’s smile increased slightly, and her eyes widened.

Jon’s words came in a rush. "That’s when it happened. I was really down there, and you almost killed me with your fingernails. It’s a wonder I wasn’t crushed and mangled. Just as I was wondering how to save my skin, I was back to normal, and you were asleep."

Beth paused, then spoke very softly. "And did you like it? Would you like to do it again?"

Jon was speechless for a few seconds. "You mean that wasn’t my wish – you did that?"

"Uh huh. And we can do it again, anytime you want. Even now."

Jon had now gotten over his shock and now felt irritation. No way could this be true, he thought. He gave Beth a skeptical look as he searched for a scathing reply.

Now Beth was irritated. She now felt as if she had something to prove. "OK Hon, you want proof? Here we go. Don’t say I didn’t warn you." Beth set down her teacup and held her palm out flat, as if waiting for payment of some kind.

Jon was about to scoff at this nonsense, when, he was suddenly lying in Beth’s upturned hand, looking at her huge face. He was the same size as last night, the size of a tiny insect. He was stunned to find himself in this strange world, totally under Beth’s control. Nervously, he waited.

Beth looked down at the tiny man, barely making out his features. She saw him trying to stand up. Isn’t that cute? she thought. Now that she had proved her point, she could have some fun. Her mind raced with possibilities. But she would go easy on him. For now.

First, she tilted her palm one way, and then the other, watching Jon tumble as if sliding down the sheer face of a mountain. She would level off just as it appeared Jon might fall off the edge. It was fun, and besides, it was beginning to get her excited.

Down below, Jon felt as if his world was sliding out from under him, and was out of breath from struggling to hold on to something nothing in the chaos. Now and then he would see Beth grinning at him with impossibly huge teeth and lips. He imagined he was getting closer to her face as the play continued.

He was right. As Jon was raised to the woman’s face, the sliding slowed down and eventually stopped. As Jon caught his breath, Beth gazed down and him and spoke in a firm tone..

"Do you believe me now?"

Jon tried to answer, but was too small to be heard.

"I can’t hear you, Sweetheart. Do you believe me?"

"YES! YES!" he screamed at the top of his voice.

"Sorry, can’t hear a thing. You’ll have to speak up."

All the time Jon was being lifted to her face, closer and closer to the huge eyes, her mouth, and her nose. It seemed she was centering him so that the tip of her nose would make contact with his body. In normal circumstances, it was a very attractive nose, but now that it was seemingly the size of a house, he was afraid. She was also smiling again, and looked as if she wanted to nuzzle.

Jon lay back and closed his eyes. Beth’s face came closer still. He could feel her warm, tea-scented breath as his light was slowly being blocked out. He opened his eyes to see a shadowy wall of flesh just within arms reach. It was all over now, he thought. The tremendous weight would surely…

And then Jon was lying on the kitchen floor, panting, heart hammering just as it did the night before.

He got up, and sat down next to Beth as before. She had picked up her tea and was again scanning the Sunday papers. She looked at Jon casually over her teacup.

"Would you like the Business section?"



It was late Sunday afternoon. Jon had spent much of the day apart from Beth, taking walks, working on things, just thinking. He wasn’t sure how to talk to her.

The reasons for this were his two recent experiences. She could suddenly make him very small, very fast – but that wasn’t all. Once the change took place, she seemed to change too, becoming reckless with him and taking risks in ways she normally wouldn’t. So what should have been fun for him was actually very scary.

This morning, she had shrunk him, played with him in her giant hands, and almost squashed him with her massive face. And she thought nothing of it! After he was made full size again and had recovered from his shock, she had asked him to think of something similar they could do later on – his choice. She also promised to be more careful this time.

There was only one condition: He must be the same size as before. Roughly the size of a gnat or small ant. This bothered Jon; he would like to be bigger, more in control of his situation. But being in control was the part Beth seemed to like best.

He walked back to the house and looked for her. "Beth," he called. "I want to talk to you."

She walked out from an inner room and smiled. "Well, have you thought of something yet? I can’t wait to hear it."

Jon looked at the floor and mumbled, "I don’t think I want to. Let’s just have a quiet night, all right?"

A look of dismay came across Beth’s face. "You don’t? But this was your wish! I heard you say it last night. This morning was my idea, but I thought you liked it. Now that you know what I can do, I want us to do it together. Just one idea - please?"

Jon’s muscles still ached from the last two times. He also recalled the sheer terror he felt. Could his heart take any more? He wasn’t sure.

Beth was annoyed by his reluctance. Her expression darkened as she took a step towards Jon. Her voice was quiet. "If you don’t tell me what you want, then it’s my choice. This is going to happen, no matter what. Last chance, Jon."

"Really, Beth, can’t we just…"

"OK, then, go into the bedroom and strip. I’ll be there in a few minutes. And you better have those clothes off."

Jon watched her walk to the kitchen. He really didn’t want to, but something in her voice told him it would be wise to obey. He made his way to the bedroom and did as she said.

In the kitchen, Beth opened a drawer filled with string, paper, tools and other junk, the kind of collection you find in most kitchens. Poking through the clutter, she eventually found what she was looking for: a small tube labeled Super Bond. She sat at the table and squeezed a small drop onto her right index finger, just below the tip. Then she carefully spread the drop around with the plastic spout. When she was satisfied, she got up and walked to the bedroom.

"Hi Jon. You did as I said. Good. Now get ready."

"Beth, don’t you think…whooooa!" Jon, who had been sitting the bed, was now a tiny speck on Beth’s finger, the back of his arms, legs and body firmly glued to her.

Beth raised her finger to within inches of her eyes. Jon, faced her, immobile. He’s not going anywhere, she thought. "Hi Honey. This will be fun – you’ll see. I’m going to give you a Grand Tour."

Jon could only guess what that meant.

His world became a blur as Beth took her own clothes off. Then she lay in bed, holding her finger with Jon attached just above her breast. She did some deep breathing for a moment and didn’t move, to give Jon some time. I really will be more careful, she thought. Excitement could cause her to get careless – she would have to watch that. For now, all was calm.

Jon hung from her finger, looking at a nipple many times the size of his body. He could feel her breath from the pillow, and just make out her face. Slowly, the finger moved.

First, a slight circular motion. He saw the nipple come closer, his face barely brushing it. The dark skin caressed his body as her finger moved him. Then the circles became wider and his entire body was swished around her full, sensuous breasts. Jon’s field of vision now took in most of Beth’s upper body; she would lightly brush his body against her silky, warm skin, always coming back to the nipples.

Jon was starting to enjoy himself.

Now the motion included her tummy. More soft skin and delicious sensations for Jon. He was really having fun now. Jon felt his body traveling lower and lower on Beth. Finally, he felt the touch of her soft pubic hairs.

Last night, he had been at skin level, below the treetops. Now he was high above, and the view was spectacular. Another pleasure for Jon was Beth’s smell. Jon loved her scent, and its effect was magnified as Beth became excited. Jon felt himself go over the cliff and down towards her pleasure center.

Beth touched Jon to her inner thighs, down to her buttocks, and very close to her anus. She slowly brought him back towards the huge labia that seemed ready to swallow him. Beth held him tantalizingly close to her chasm, and then brought him rushing back to her face.

Beth spoke gently to her tiny captive. "Are you all right? Should I keep going?" Jon’s smile told her all she needed to know. She touched him to her lips and then, just as quickly, sailed Jon back to her legs. Beth’s thighs were incredibly huge – he could imagine falling into that yawning canyon and never coming out.

After some movement, Jon saw Beth’s other hand come down to spread her vaginal lips, revealing her clitoris. Beth could no longer see Jon, but guessed his location on her finger and pressed him lightly into it. It was soft but dry. Jon could see her other fingers going inside for lubrication, and spreading it over her clit. Jon was again pressed into her now slippery clit. Then down, down to the immense vagina. He both felt and tasted her as all became dark.

I’ll just hold him in for a short while, Beth thought, excited that Jon was inside her. She moved her fingers back and forth, sliding Jon along her moist tunnel. Although short of breath and a little worried, Jon felt that Beth would keep her promise.

Beth took him out and rubbed him rather firmly against her clit once more. The pressure on Jon was increasing. Was she getting carried away? He hoped not.

Back in the vagina. Then to the clit. Back inside. Clit. Once, Beth lowered Jon to lightly stroke him against her anus. Then rising back to the swollen clit.

A moment later, Jon saw Beth’s other hand come down to bring herself off. He was now an observer of the action as events approached climax. His close proximity to the sights, sounds and scent of Beth made him lose control, just as she came.

Jon got a bird’s eye view of her entire body as he was brought back to her face. Beth’s huge tongue gently cleaned his body, followed by several warm kisses. She held him against her smooth cheek to dry off.

Minutes later, a normal sized Jon lay face down on the bed. Beth was giving him a back rub and removing the last remaining traces of glue. Although exhausted, he was in good shape and showed no signs of the earlier shock. He could learn to live this way.

Beth lay on her side and continued stroking Jon. She looked at him lovingly, and said, "Next time, you’ll really have to think of something good."

Jon laughed. "OK. But I could never top this afternoon. You really are amazing."

 

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