Big Boy

Chapter 1 - Shrinking Perspectives..

The squeak of his basketball shoes on the polished court still echoed in 32-year-old Jerry's ears, a phantom soundtrack to the lingering thrill of victory. Clutching his worn-out basketball, a tangible reminder of the hard-fought game, he drove home. Familiar streets should have greeted him, city lights blurring into streaks of gold. Then, the familiar took a sinister turn. It wasn't a missed exit or a moment of inattention; one moment the well-known avenues stretched before him, the next, as if a veil had been drawn across reality, the landscape dissolved into an inky blackness. He found himself driving on an endless, unseen road. How did he reach here?

Finally, the unyielding darkness gave way to a single point of light. At the end of the unseen road stood a house, its windows radiating a warm, inviting glow. He parked his car, the silence amplifying the frantic thumping of his heart. Hesitantly, he approached the heavy wooden door and reached for the ornate bell. Before his finger could make contact, a voice, soft yet resonant, drifted from within. “Come in, Jerry. I’ve been expecting you.”

Surprised, he pushed the door open, stepping into a dimly lit living room. A young woman sat on a plush velvet couch, her back to him, the flickering light of the television screen illuminating the vast expanse of her form. The couch seemed to cradle her substantial weight, a testament to the sheer volume of her presence – a good two hundred and fifty pounds and around 5"5 - he’d guess, maybe more, distributed in curves that seemed to defy gravity. She didn’t turn, didn’t acknowledge him, yet her words hung heavy in the air. She was large, undeniably so, her body a landscape of soft, yielding flesh, a stark contrast to his own 6"3 tall frame and lean, athletic build. He stood there, a statue of bewildered muscle, his gaze involuntarily tracing the opulent lines of her form.

As if sensing his attention, she finally turned her head, her lips curving into a knowing smile. Her eyes, dark and large, held a spark of amusement.

"Hi Jerry, I am Beth. Welcome to my world."
Her words, though simple, carried an uncanny weight, as if plucked from the deepest recesses of his mind. A sudden dryness gripped Jerry's throat, a visceral reaction to the unsettling familiarity in her voice, the unnerving implication that she knew him intimately, that unseen eyes had always been watching.

“Thirsty, Jerry?” she purred, her voice a silken caress.

He swallowed, his throat drying up. “Yes,” he managed, his voice a rough whisper.
Her smile widened, a playful glint in her eyes. Without a word, her gaze dropped to the monumental swell of her breasts, the rich fabric of her gown pulled taut across their impressive size. With a languid gesture, she inclined her head towards them, a suggestive invitation.

Hesitation flickered across Jerry’s face. The sheer audacity of the unspoken offer, the blatant sensuality of the moment, held him captive. He stared, a mixture of disbelief and burgeoning desire swirling within him. He was holding himself back but couldn't turn back and leave. Big Mistake!

She adjusted her large DDs playfully as is doubling up on her invitation. The sight of their perfect shape and fullness, the way the soft fabric strained against their voluptuous curves, was almost hypnotic. They were a vision of irresistible beauty, a testament to her abundant femininity. His good sense betrayed him; reason crumbled before the sheer sensual magnetism of the display, and he walked slowly towards her, drawn by an almost primal force.

As he reached close to her and stood there motionless, her dark eyes narrowed slightly, the playful amusement replaced by a subtle command. “Drink,” she ordered, the single word a velvet hammer, brooking no argument.

The air crackled with unspoken tension. The command resonated deep within him, bypassing his conscious thought. He moved, drawn by an invisible tether, kneeling before her. The scent of warm skin and sweet cream intensified, filling his senses. His hands, trembling slightly, reached out, his fingers brushing against the yielding softness of her breast. She shifted slightly, guiding him with a gentle pressure. His lips parted, and he latched onto a swollen nipple, the velvety texture a surprise against his mouth.

A deep sigh escaped her as he began to suckle. A warm, thick liquid flooded his mouth, richer and sweeter than anything he had tasted. It coated his tongue, a creamy explosion of flavor. He drank greedily, his hands now cupping the weight of her breast, kneading gently as he nursed. The rhythmic pull was hypnotic, a connection forming between them. She settled him more comfortably in her lap, her fingers threading through his hair, her large thighs a soft cradle around him. He drank deeply, the intoxicating taste and the sheer sensual intimacy overwhelming his senses. A profound drowsiness washed over him, and he drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep, nestled against her ample form.

After a while he woke up but to a strange perspective. The plush carpet felt like a vast, uneven terrain. He blinked, disoriented, and pushed himself up, a gasp escaping his lips. His clothes, once snug against his muscular frame, now billowed around him. He looked down at his hands, smaller, almost childlike. He had shrunk. What just happened? What has she done? He looked up towards her. She was still sitting calmly watching TV as if nothing had happened. Even she was bigger than him. He was a couple of inches shorter than her as well.

The milk… it had magic..

Panic seized him. He scrambled to his feet, his legs wobbling. He had to get out, back to his car, back to his life. He turned towards where he remembered the door to be, but there was only a smooth, unbroken wall. He spun around, searching frantically, but all the exits had vanished.

A low chuckle echoed through the room, a sound that sent shivers down his newly diminutive spine. She was watching him, her large form still draped across the couch, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “Running away, big boy?” she purred, her voice laced with a possessive tone that chilled him to the bone. “in case you have not realized, You’re mine now.”

He tried to speak, but only a choked sound escaped his lips. He took another frantic step, only to be met by another solid wall. He was trapped.

Her soft laughter deepened, a rich, resonant sound that filled the now-claustrophobic room. “Calm down, big boy,” she said, her voice softening slightly, though the underlying dominance remained. “Go to your room. You must be tired” she said pointing inside towards a room and then casually turning her head towards the TV completely ignoring his whimpers.

To be Contd...