Amber's Journal Entry 10

Just a recap since it’s been a while. Here’s all of our players:

Frank, my husband

April, my best friend

Emily, April’s friend and Frank’s ex-girlfriend.

In case you forgot what’s happened so far: We’re currently standing in the middle of every guy and girl’s size fantasy. Three naked girls. One naked guy. The naked guy, my husband Frank, has an eleven inch cock thanks to our size ray. There are so many possibilities, so many ideas for having naughty fun. Currently, Emily—April’s friend and Frank’s ex-girlfriend—is wanting to know if the ray can work on boobs. Just boobs.

It worked on Frank’s dick, so I couldn’t imagine any reason why it wouldn’t make her breasts grow. I set the device rather high, as making things grow disproportionately huge was its own kind of fun, fantasy aside. I zapped her and she made a little cooing sound, as if it wasn’t a laser but someone tweaking her nipples.

“That feels . . . good,” she said, although I think she was imagining it. We all ‘thought’ it felt good because we all knew at the other end of it, we’d be doing something strange and naughty and so, so fun.

Before any of us could reply, her nipples grew longer. Her areolas widened. And then, her breasts heaved forward as they began to enlarge like balloons. Her hands graced them, then her fingers pinched the nipples. With the enlarged breasts came enlarged goosebumps. I could tell she was loving the sensation.

“Touch them,” she said, just as soon as they became double F cups. She was talking to me. At first, I didn’t move, then she snatched my fingers and placed them on her left breast. I loved the feeling of it getting bigger in my hand, and loved even more the way the heat intensified. As it grew, I found her nipple and started to tweak it.

“You like that?” I asked, just as April and Frank watched.

“I do,” she said. “Whew, they’re getting heavy.”

She took a knee and I followed her down. By now, she couldn’t even reach her own nipples. She tried to pinch them but her arms were too short. As they continued to swell, they touched the floor, alleviating some of the strain on her back. But now, Emily was completely burdened. There was no way she could go anywhere.

Once they were as long and tall as her body, they stopped growing. Both Frank and April took one of her nipples—large enough now that two people could easily play with it—and I took the other one. Cupping it was like cupping a tree trunk. I buried my face in it and licked and sucked and kissed. She loved the sensation but it was turning me on with no other outlet. I needed to get small—or big.

Or make someone else small or big . . .

I decided to zap Frank.

After making a few adjustments, I shot him in the back while he serviced an extra, extra large nipple. It only took a moment for him to realize he was changing. Perhaps the nipple felt odd against his lips or maybe he could sense that his knees were dragging across the carpet. But soon, he turned around and looked at me holding the smoking gun. I placed it on the sofa.

On the floor, I turned around and draped my forearms on the cushion, then spread my legs. I looked back at him and said, “You better get in there quick. Three extra inches or not, you’re about to lose them all.”

I felt his (for now) powerful hands grab my ass so he could line himself up. He kicked my legs open further with his knees, then pushed his dick into my pussy. It felt so nice—certainly Frank with added inches, but as he began to thrust, I could immediately tell that he was shrinking. It wasn’t as noticeable with his cock, not yet. It was his hands that gave it away. As he grabbed my ass and held on so he could pound, I could feel them slowly dwindling. His fingers, once holding tight, were now loosening against my ever-expanding flesh.

His rhythm began to change and then his dick slipped out. The shrinking process was slow—I’d made sure of that—but the angle was all wrong for someone actively getting smaller. Still, he pushed it back in, over and over. Each time left me less satisfied than the time before.

And then, Frank was on his back, pulling himself toward me. He appeared, now a third of his size, between my stomach and the sofa. He grinned up at me, then went to work, his little arms holding onto my thighs, his face buried in my pussy. Even though his tongue was getting smaller, it still felt nice.

He was getting so small that propping himself up on his elbows didn’t get him close enough to me—and I couldn’t bend my legs that far to meet him on the floor. So, I reached down and put a hand behind his back and lifted him into place. Still, he shrunk.

Soon, I was able to hold him in my hand. He’d dwindled to Barbie doll size and still had as much energy as before. It felt so nice and I was trembling as I lay my head on the sofa. Eventually, he was small enough for me to push his body into me. I sank deeper toward the floor and shoved, feeling him twist around to ready himself for his new role.

By the time he fit, I had my palm on his feet, shoving him the rest of the way in. Frank knew what to do from here. I crossed my arms and laid my head on them, feeling him wiggle around and get me close to orgasm. Each time I clenched my muscles, he stopped. Frank knew when I was close and he was literally dancing around it.

My skin was flustered and that’s when I noticed my arms were dragging across the sofa.

I looked up and found the cushion was no longer level with my squatting body, but higher up. I was shrinking . . .

Behind me, April held the size ray in her hand. Emily watched, still with her engorged breasts, as I grew smaller and smaller. I grinned up at her and threw my back against the sofa and felt it tickle me on the way down. Inside me, Frank continued to flip around, probably unaware that he was also growing smaller.

“What’s the plan?” I asked, looking up at these sexy, gigantic beauties.

“I wanna stack you guys,” said April.

“Stack?”

“He’s inside of you and I’m gonna put you inside of me.” To illustrate this, she opened her legs. I was already pussy size. How small did that make Frank?