My name is Brian and I was Lisa’s boyfriend, or lover, or love-slave, whichever you feel accurately describes the relationship I discuss.  We met on the job as sales representatives at a large chain appliance and entertainment store whose name I will omit for litigator reasons.  I started my position there by answering a “now hiring” box in their weekly circular and that’s what brought her into my life.  After walking into the store and up to the service desk I was greeted by  a young man who handed me a clipboard to fill out and told me to sit down in the waiting area until the manager was ready to see me.  Now the next part becomes slightly harder to recall because I imagine I tend to romanticize it a bit, but at risk of cliché please indulge me. This is when I first laid eyes on her.  

To say the back-lighting from the late-day sun accentuated her curves as she strolled through the automatic door would be criminal, a theft of the credit for such a marvelous sight by the undeserving rays that were lucky enough to hug her form.  She was wearing Dickies Capri pants, khaki as I imagine was the color I would be required to wear, and a polo-style shirt that must have been at least a size too small.  Dark brown hair in long bouncing tendrils framed her face and came to an end just before reaching a chest of proportions more than large enough to suit her.  Her abundant hips, a slightly larger than slight tummy and a behind that turned my head as she passed made me realize that I had been staring long enough for her to take notice.

And she did notice! and regarded me with a smile as she passed, 

“Rog, I need to see you for a second before I start.” She called out onto the sales floor. 

And she walked off in the direction of her call without a word to me.  I can remember forgetting my application for a second and hoping that Rog or Roger or whom ever was not involved with her.  My hope that I would get the job so we could spend time around each other was what brought me down from my cloud to the seat where I was filling out my application.

It was the typical job application with a request for my resume to be attached on the back.  This prompted in me an immediate fear of not getting the job because I did not have a resume, with me or at all.  I am glad I had only a moment or two to think about this because soon after my realization, an older man in a suit walked past me into the service office, motioning at me to the man at the desk.  The man then told me that the manager was ready to see me. 

I got the job, with the shortest interview I have ever had for any position.  In retrospect that was a little strange since I had little to no sales experience and no resume, but I was happy for the aforementioned reasons and I didn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth.   I started the next week. 

On my first shift she was there.  Lisa was the head sales representative and worked directly under Roger, the head manager who had hired me.  She was the one who showed me around and explained to me the nature of the store.  We covered the different sections of the store, electronics aisles to equipment displays, floor displays to speaker walls while developing an increasingly friendly repor if I remember correctly.  That is until Lisa stopped cold at what must have been the end of the tour and told me, 

“Do not help customers on the sales floor, do you understand?” 

“Yes, mu.. um ma’am 

I was kind of caught off guard by her authoritative tone where up until that point we had been speaking quite friendly to each other and even laughing once or twice. I stepped back startled at her change in manner  and that I realized that she was actually about an inch or two taller than me thanks to the shoes she was wearing.   But there was something about her tone that struck a chord in me, something deep that I wanted from her. 

“And don’t call me ma’am, it’s Lisa or Lis, got it?” 

“got it…Lis.” 

“Good.  Now I’m going to go do my job and you can see Jared in the back about what you are going to do” 

And so I did as she told me.  I had a little trouble finding the back room (which I assumed is what she meant) and there I found Jared.  Jared was a nice guy if not a little on the strange side. 

“If you’re the new guy would you please grab that carton of DVDs off to your left and start putting them out.  You can just match the label to the sticker on the shelf” he offered 

“Well, I am the new salesperson...” I tried to reply before I was quickly cut off 

“New salesperson, old salesperson, there’s not really a huge difference around here.  Lisa handles all the traffic that goes through that floor,  we’re all just stock boys to her.  There is a slight chance you might get some training in eventually, but I doubt it.” 

Jared really was right in what he told me my first day.  I had never seen a salesperson like Lisa before.  Every straight man who walked through that door looking to buy anything over $25 was hooked.  They never had a chance between her knowledge of the materials, her people skills, and her ridiculous body she could have convinced them to buy almost anything, like everyman who walked through the door was already in her pocket, it was just a matter of how easily she wanted to let them out.  With women she worked just as well, if a couple came in she ignored the man almost, forcing the woman to like her and putting her in the same place as a man customer would, buying anything she was selling.

And that’s how it was. I would do my job stocking out items, changing floor displays and carrying out the appliances (that Lisa sold) to the cars of customers.  I still loved the job, not so much the job but that I got to sped about half of it around Lisa.  Taking her orders on customers purchases and cleaning and arranging the floor to her specifications.  In fact I soon realized that is pretty much what everyone did, not cleaning and stocking, but taking orders from Lisa.  Jared, myself, the other “salespeople,” even Roger our manager.  It was amazing she had every one in the entire store wrapped around her little finger.  And another thing that I realized within my first week there, the store had no other female employees at all.  There were no women, from the job of Roger’s receptionist (the man I saw first on my application day) all the way down through the cashiers.  It was kind of a strange thing to realize.  But this didn’t bother me, I got to spend most of my time around Lisa, and I couldn’t ask for anything more. 

Then one day another woman began working at the store, a woman named Jen became a salesperson, kind of like the rest of us but not exactly.  Lisa put her to work on the sales floor almost immediately teaching her model numbers, specifications and compatibilities that I had not been taught in the months that I had been working there.  I began to become a little bothered by this, Lisa creating a girl’s club of the sales floor, with a cadre of male labor working under them.  It was no more than two days later I learned how wrong I was.  It was the first day of a labor day sale and Lisa insisted Jen be with her on the sales floor working with customers directly.  That would be her first and last time doing so.  Jen was a mess, writing down the wrong model numbers, giving the wrong prices and showing people the wrong equipment, I mean a real horror show and Lisa seemed to be completely oblivious to it.  Every time Jen asked Lisa for help, Lisa just shut her down, telling her to

“Do it yourself” 

Or 

“Handle it, I am with someone right now.” 

And that is when it occurred to me, Lisa wasn’t taking Jen under her wing, she was pushing her off a cliff and telling her to fly.  Lisa was the reason there were no other female employees at the store.  I can only assume that she demanded of Roger that they be put on the floor when they start and then she lets them fail and quit.  Jen did quit late in the next afternoon by the way, not without what seemed like a small amount of abuse and trauma to her self-esteem.  And so the job went on. 

I and Lisa became great friends from our time-spent together.  Psychologists might say that our relationship was unavoidable thanks in no small part to the more than slightly uneven balance of control and power between us.  We went out a few times before things got relatively serious and the rest of the men on the job seemed to take it pretty well.  I had no doubts there was a great deal of jealousy dispersed through the crowd but I think they all saw the trade-off eventually that with me taking up more of her attention, they were less often under her thumb.

I moved in with her at her demand after only a month and a half of seeing one another, we had a sex-life unlike that I could have ever imagined before meeting her.  

Lisa’s controlling nature was only augmented by our intimacy.  She would often begin nights wearing corsets and vinyl to bed, entering the room wearing high-rise platform heals and dwarfing me to the point that she was a whole head taller than me.  This only aroused me more as it was very much like the fantasy stories I read on occasion.  We soon experimented with whips and paddles, manacles and racks.  I will recall an instance of this which may help paint a picture for you: 

Lisa entered her (our) bedroom overflowing from the vinyl, black, under wire corset she was wearing.   Without panties I could see her full cut as she strolled over to the rack bar restraint against the wall.  After putting both hands on the bar and separating her stance she ordered me to walk over to her on my knees.  When I got to her she thrust my head into her crotch and I took in the thick aroma of her.  The heals made her so tall that I actually had to stretch on my knees just to begin servicing her.  I kissed her thighs and lips, moving then to begin lapping at her clit voraciously.  I felt her shudder but that only made her grip the hair on the back of my head harder as I continued to probe her and take her in.  After a time she began shivering and I knew she would soon cum, and she did into and onto my mouth and face as I masturbated to her warmth. 

This was the typical night that we did not spend either out or in the rare occasion that we went right to sleep after a long day at the store. Moving right along, we did dine out on occasion often enough for it to be said that we had our favorite date restaurants and haunts.  But Lisa always wanted to try new things which is where the real mess of this story began.  One day at the store an employee of a canvassing group dropped off some fliers at our store and Lisa took notice of a restaurant not fro from a diner we frequented and had planned on going to this evening.  She told me that we would be going to this new place instead, because she was curious about exactly what kind of food it offered.  The flyer was for some new age restaurant, you know the type, small portions and hefty bills, but when Lisa wanted that was the way it was going to be. 

So we went their and to be quite honest with you I don’t remember a lot about the place.  Most of the meal was uneventful until the dessert came along.  Our waiter suggested we go with the “Wish For Two Parfait,” and that it wouldn’t let us down.  So we did.  It arrived after what seemed like forever, although I could be exaggerating in that I did just want to go back home with my wife for another fulfilling evening.  But when the dish came it was tiny, much too small for any dessert meant for two.  Lisa could see I was about to complain when she stopped me. 

“let it go Bri, it’s quaint I like it.” She said 

At which point the waiter offered a slightly strange consolation, 

“the parfait is not meant for two, although you can share it. The dessert is not the important part, the wish is.  You both must make a wish and then eat the dessert.  If you wished for the same result it will come true, but you can not discuss it before or nothing will happen” 

“forget that, I am not eating that it sounds crazy”  I answered 

“then at least make a wish with me Brian, and I will eat it and then we can leave.” 

So I made the wish and she ate the parfait and we left.  On the ride home Lisa commented on how filling the parfait was but I honestly was not really listening that closely.  I was more bothered by the fact that what that dumb waiter had said might cause us to be calling it an early evening when we got home.  But my fears were unfounded, little did I know I had the wrong fears.  We had the average night if you can call the way we make love average.  There was some tit fucking which I enjoyed thoroughly we had not done it in a while and I felt slightly smaller between Lisa’s breasts than I remember whish was great.  On the other hand (not to use a pun) there was also some spanking which was great, but I felt Lisa took exceptionally hard to tonight because of the thing in the restaurant.  Aside from that it was the average night. 

The next morning when I woke up Lisa was already in the shower so I went and had some breakfast.  After I had finished breakfast I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and shave as Lisa was getting out of the shower.  She was a sight to behold.  There exist some times in a relationship where you look at your partner and just feel like the luckiest person ever, this was one of those times.  She was glowing wet and I could not stop looking at her as she grabbed for a towel and walked past me she kissed me on the cheek and we continued our morning routine.  Once we were both ready we went to work and did the regular business.  I felt that I must have tired myself out the day before because all of the cartons seemed heavier and I had to take it easy so as to not strain myself.  But my day was all made better by seeing Lisa out on the sales floor, killing it as always.  I stopped and just stared at her a few times, she really did have a glow about her that day, she seemed so full of life and energy and just plain full as I soon realized.  She was nearly overflowing from her polo shirt and her pants seemed to be making a noticeable indent in her waist.  But I was soon called from my admiration to move a television she had just sold.  And the rest of the day was long. 

 When we left that day Lisa told me she would be driving home and I agreed.  I really did love agreeing to her orders.  When we walked into the apartment I has to remark on something else strange I had noticed.  She walked through the door right ahead of me and I was eye level with her upper-back.

"Lis are you wearing new shoes?”

 “Nope, why do you ask”

 “Because I don’t remember you being this much taller than me”

 “Just my regular work shoes, your just shorter than yesterday”

 At which point Lisa turned around and I realized that something was definitely wrong.  I was nearly a head shorter than Lisa and she was only wearing a two inch high shoe at most.  I began to become slightly confused and asked Lisa what was going on.  The answer to which I did not see coming in the least.

 “I grew”

 “What do you mean, you grew?

 “I made myself grow and made you shrank, don’t you remember our wishes?”

 “You mean last night?”

 “Of course last night, I wished to be able to control our sizes and so did you or this wouldn’t be possible.”

 “Lis I just wished that your wish would come true…”

 “Well it did so I guess we both win, now take off your clothes, I am going into the bathroom to wash up and we are going to have fun with this.”

 As soon as Lisa went into the bathroom I ran to the phone and grabbed the flier from the restaurant we went to and dialed as quick as I could.  The person who answered sounded like our waiter from the night before so I asked him if he was the man who served us the parfait.  He was.  I asked him if what he said was true, about the parfait.

 “Of course it was true, if your wish didn’t come true then you must have made wishes that had different results”

 “No, it did come true, how is that possible?”

 “WHAT? how could you both wish the same thing and not eat the parfait?”

 “We didn’t wish the same thing, she made a wish and I wished that her wish would come true, and I didn’t eat it because I thought it was a rip-off.”

 “Well I guess that is a loophole isn’t it, both of your wishes led to the same result and only one of you ate it.  We never guessed two people would ever silently wish for the same thing and we just assumed that if that ever happened they would share it.  If you share it the wish doesn’t come true either, that’s usually a last resort safety.  But you went around that.  That is why it is called the “Wish For Two Parfait” not the “Wish Parfait For Two.”  You are just going to have to live with your wish our establishment does not take responsib…”

 And then all of a sudden I was falling and I didn’t stop until I hit something soft.  It was my clothes.  As I climbed and hustled to get out of them I nearly had a heart attack.  When I reached the top I was even more frightened. Staring at the pile of clothes was the biggest face I had ever seen.  It was Lisa’s with an enormous smile.  I couldn’t guess my current size because even she was not regular sized.  She was crouched down on her knees with her head near the floor and her back had to be at least 5 or 6 feet in the air, she was enormous. 

 “ Oh my god your so small!!  This is going to be so much fun, Why don’t we go get more comfortable on the bed” 

She quickly swept me up in her gigantic palm and carried me to the bedroom.  I realize she must have shrank as she stood or even such a feat as standing would have been impossible in this room at her size. I realized she must have moved the bed to the middle of the room and stripped all of the pillows and sheets off of it while I was on the phone.  She then placed me at the foot end of he bed before sitting down at the head by the pillows, legs spread and laid out flat.  Then she began to grow again.  It was the most amazing thing I had ever seen.  With a big smile on her face I watched her head rise above the head board, her shoulders and breasts slowly following suit.  She just kept staring at me and giggling, finding it funny that I would soon be corralled by the massive canyon of her legs.  Once she got big enough that her knees were off the bed her feet hit the floor with a thud that I can remember shook the entire room.  My final destination in this trip down Lisa’s leg canyon was quickly approaching me as she began to dwarf the bed in a leaned back straddling position.  Her giggles were turning to anxious moans as she ran her hands up and down her body and began rubbing her enormous breasts.  It occurred to me then that she was focusing slightly more growth towards her breasts and nipples which was causing them to swell up ever faster than the rest of her.  When the growth stopped Lisa was a sight to behold.  To scale the entire bed was more like a regular sized pillow underneath her, knees bent in front of her and torso leaned way back to  accommodate her height in this room.  With her hands on the floor behind her for support, I could tell Lisa just looked out over her body to try to see me and started to giggle again.

 :::giggle, giggle:::
“I can’t even see you over my pussy anymore, :::giggle::: maybe I should make you a little bit bigger just so I know your still there :::giggle::: I don’t want to lose you”
:::giggle, giggle::: 

I would have replied if I thought she could hear me and I wasn’t in awe of the greatest sight man has ever laid eyes on.  At my current size the wall of Lisa’s womanhood in front of me seemed more like it was fifty feet tall than just under two feet. The air was thick with the scent of her arousal, when she began to make me just  tall enough to see over her mound. 

“oh hey Brian I was beginning to wonder where you went, how about you put that big dick of yours in me and we can begin to get this started” 

She giggled some more but it was more of a devious laugh than I expected, I could tell she was planning something but I didn’t care.  At our current proportions I found it hard to even get my fully engorged penis into her massive pussy,  To give you an idea of my size at the time I was holding on to the top of her pelvic area for support at just about the top of my shoulder height and I had to stand on tip toes to do that.  As soon as my penis was in though she took control again, she began to make it swell up to proportions that made me positive I would not be able to thrust with it, and then I realized I wouldn’t have to.  She was growing and shrinking my unit inside of her.   She brought around a hand from behind me that held my whole body to hers as she began to moan and writhe on the pillow-sized bed. I was actually almost crushed until I cried out and she let up her grip slightly so I could breathe.  The legs of the bed began to creak and eventually gave way underneath Lisa’s massive weight, slamming us to the floor with a crash.  She yelled out an order that could probably be heard through the walls of the next house.

 “Get your head down there and lick my clit my little sex-toy”

 “I CAN’T, I CANT BEND FAR ENOUGH TO EAT YOU AND FUCK YOU AT THE SAME TIME!!!”  I yelled hoping she would hear it and not get angered.

 “Then I guess I will just have to shrink the rest of you until you can” she shot back

 And she did. As she began laughing again in-between her moans, the rest of my body began to shrink while my penis stayed in its cycle of swelling and deflating inside of her.   So as to keep her from shrinking me to nothing I grabbed and rubbed her clit as soon as I could and bent hard to get my face to it.  That is when I realized there was almost no sense in trying to lick it, it was bigger than my head!  So I tried my best to work the clit with both of my arms in hopes that it would be enough.  Lisa’s mid-section began bucking from the sensation of being fucked and eaten out at the same time which nearly threw me of her if her hand were not holding me so tightly.  

“Oh Brian that’s…So...good, I…I...You...You have to keep going”  she cried out as she moaned and lashed at the bed and surrounding room. 

Eventually she came all over me with explosive force and released me from her grip, at which point I fell what was probably the equivalent of twenty feet to the bed.  Lisa’s body began to recede back across the bed as her torso started to bend upright from the laid back position.  Her breasts did not seem to be shrinking with her body, I gathered she would be keeping them that size.  Lisa began to get up off the bed as she continued to revert to normal size, hitting the back of her head on the ceiling at her first time completely upright. 

“OW! That really hurt, you better not be laughing down there just because I can’t hear you.  I am going to get back to near normal size and clean myself up. 

I was laughing through my exhaustion because it was funny and I knew she couldn’t hear me.

I laid back on the bed still shrunk to about 6 inches tall and still covered in Lisa’s cum, exhausted and nearly dead.  When I woke up Lisa was nowhere to be seen and I could not hear her or the shower or feel the quaking of her footsteps in the house.  I was alone and I had some time to think.  It was at this time that it occurred to me that although Lisa was being as careful as she could be continued sex like this would be the end of me, judging from the fact that this was only the first time I figured I only had about two or three more romps at best before I was accidentally crushed or suffocated or both.  So that is when I made the decision, I would have to run and hide form Lisa in hopes that I could make an escape of some kind.  Having the time to plan this I decided I would hide until she left for a period of time for which I knew the duration and could properly mount an escape.  Hiding at this height would be easy but it occurred to me that she might return me to normal height to find me and then I could be found or worse crushed if I hid in too small a place.  So I decided the best place would be in the next room.  It was difficult getting there but I had to do it to save my life.  Just as I was reaching the next room I heard Lisa walk in and announce herself: 

“Brian, I’m home. Are you ready to explore my body a little deeper?” 

The fear that idea put into me reenergized me enough to run for the closet in the next room and dive under the door.  As I heard Lisa taunt me aloud as I could felt her footsteps pass by the room I was in. 

“Brian I got you a present, it’s a new little home just for you, here next to the bed, it’s a terrarium” 

I was now quite positive I made the right decision.  I realized I was never going to be able to go back to my regular life.  It was at this point that Lisa realized I was no longer on the bed.  She put down my new “home” and began calling out for me as if I was only playing hide and seek. 

“Brian, come out, come out where ever you are, I really think your going to like your new home, I even got you a wheel to exercise on. 

I assumed she was tip-toeing around as she searched for me because I could not feel her footsteps as strongly as I did before, I could tell she was still moving by the distance of her voice. 

“Where are you hiding you little runt, you belong to me now and this is getting annoying.  I demand you come out from wherever you are right now, or else” 

It was a few seconds after that I found out what “or else” meant, as I began to feel that dropping sensation again.  Lisa was shrinking me even smaller than I had already gone.  By the time she was done I was now in between the fibers of the carpet which now reached up to my shoulders.  I hoped she did not look for me in the closet now because there is a much better chance she would crush me than ever realize I was there. 

“I know how I’ll find you, I’ll make you regular size, then you will pop-out of from what ever dresser or shoe you may be hiding under.”

And so I began to grow again relieved that I had thought of this scenario prior to picking a hiding spot.  But then I stopped growing, just after passing the height at which I made the trip to this closet.  I was curious about what was going on until I heard Lisa start laughing, cackling so deeply that I knew I had reason to fear. 

“Well Brian if you don’t want to be my sex toy right now then forget you.  I can find you any time that I please.  But if I don’t have you for my sex toy, I will have to take everyone else as your substitute, and since my…oops, I mean our wish won’t let me shrink them, I will just have to make myself big enough to compensate for that.  I got a chill when the horror of what I had just done began to settle in.  I heard the sounds and felt the quaking of Lisa leaving our bedroom and walking out the front door.  Than I didn’t hear anything except her, It started as a low giggle, spotted with the occasional moan.  I began to hear the screams of our neighbors not soon after that, A few of which I am sure were taken back and fainting at the sight of Lisa’s colossal and still expanding form.  I listened as Lisa’s voice was rising in volume from a slight giggle to a booming, taunting mockery of the small town that I am sure she was now  looking far, far down at.

“I AM NO LONGER YOUR NEIGHBOR, I AM YOUR MASTER.  FROM THIS POINT ON ANYTHING YOU DO IS BECAUSE I HAVE ALLOWED YOU TO DO SO.  ANY ATTEMPT TO STOP ME WOULD BE FUTILE.  I WARN YOU ALL NOW, I CAN BECOME MUCH, MUCH BIGGER THAN THIS.  I AM NOW GOING TO THE CITY TO ANNOUNCE MY RULE TO THE WORLD.  VERY SOON THINGS ARE GOING TO CHANGE AROUND HERE, YOU WILL SEE IT ON THE NEWS AND READ ABOUT ME IN THE PAPERS.  THIS WORLD, MY WORLD, WILL BE CHANGED AS I SEE FIT.  THIS ALL BELONGS TO ME NOW, ALL OF YOU ARE MINE.”

Her voice was so loud I could even hear it’s faint echo off of the atmosphere, the reverberation of an order that held greater power and control in it than any the world has ever seen.  During her speech I had no choice but to come out from the closet to see the commotion Lisa was causing, but I could only see out the window of the room I was in.  And all I could see was her, or more accurately the back of her foot.  At my present height my vantage point was the floor and all I could see was from floor level, up through the window, and out at the space about 20 feet in front of the window at about ten or twelve feet in the air, and the heel of Lisa’s foot covered that whole view.  I was scared to begin as estimation as to how large she had become.  I doubted our entire house reached the level of her ankle, which I soon realized placed her somewhere in the thousand foot range.  And than she began to walk, slowly at first but picking up speed in the direction of the city.  It did not take long for her entire body to come into view and it was everything you would expect.
 
Naked as the day she was born, Lisa’s stride was purposeful and did not hide or skirt the strength she now possessed.  I do not feel I have to describe her in great detail and in all truth I really can’t.  At Lisa’s speed her entire body had passed from my line of sight as quickly as she came into it.  And then she was gone.  I began to search for the television remote, hoping to God it was on the floor.   The news stations were bound to be using their helicopters to cover her introduction and the destruction it causes.  For their sake I only hope they stay out of her way.

(This is not THE END.)