Amber's Journal - Part 5

We were getting really good at using the shrink ray in the most creative ways. Frank is something of a tech guy. He loves new gadgets. He was the first in line to order both the PlayStation 5 AND the Xbox Series X. But by far, his favorite gadget was the shrink ray. Even when we weren’t using it for sex, he was still finding it entertaining to shrink things at random. His most favorite ‘prank’ was to slowly shrink a chair from beneath me while I was reading or knitting. Yes, guys, I’m a young gal but I LOVE knitting.

After one of these chair-shrinking incidents, I told him that I actually loved it. The sensation of the chair contracting beneath me made it feel as if I were growing. When I said it, his eyes glazed over. The only thing better than the thought of Frank shrinking was the thought of me growing . . .

So a week after our last playdate with April, Frank received an email from the company who makes our shrink ray. We were among one of twenty who were going to be allowed to beta test the growth feature of the ray. This came with a long line of stipulations—we couldn’t talk about it, we couldn’t use it in public places, and our gun would be patched so that the largest a person could become was thirty feet tall. That was good enough for me and Frank.

Augmenting our device was easy—he plugged it up to his PC and downloaded an update. Frank said the technology must have been there all along, but now we were granted access to it. I’m not that technical so I didn’t really care. What I did care about was our shrink ray was no longer a shrink ray. Well, at least it was no longer just a shrink ray. What would we call it now? A size ray? A shrink and grow ray? Amber’s Magic Zapper?

Okay, that’s a stupid one.

Anyway, we decided that the first time we tried our Size Augmenter (ha!) that we wanted April to be present. She and I chatted all day and when I told her what the updated Size Enhancer could do, she came up with the grand idea that we move the party to her house. Why, you ask? Because April’s ex-husband was a car guy who built a kickass two-story garage for his fleet of classic autos. But that guy cheated on her and left years ago, taking all his cars with him. No matter though. He left the best part—a spacious, private room.

That night, after Frank and I arrived at her house, we had dinner. I carried the Mass Manipulator in a briefcase. I felt official. Plus, the device was just too important to lug around in a Walmart bag.

Later in the garage, I found that she’d cleared out the whole thing—whether in preparation for Frank and I or right after her husband left—I didn’t know. But in the center was a bed. That’s all we needed. A bed and high ceilings.

We stripped down to our undies—all three of us.

Frank was in his boxers, pitching a massive tent in the front. I wore lacy panties and a matching bra but April, now totally enjoying her newfound sexual prowess that we provided, wore a teddy with garter belts. Frank looked us up and down, his smile broad as the day I got to shrink him.

“So how are we doing this?” April asked. She looked up and said, “This is a big room but I don’t think it can handle three giants at thirty feet tall.”

I said, “Maybe I should grow. Let you two suck on me while I watch you get smaller.”

“We already did that . . . kinda,” said Frank. “How about me and me only?”

“I could get behind that,” I said.

April nodded.

He stood in the corner, dropped his boxers and revealed his hard-on. It was about to be so much bigger. I couldn’t contain my happiness. I could never place why it was so different—the fantasy of a guy growing was a lot different than the fantasy of me shrinking. Sure, the end result was the same when you considered the scale, but thinking of my husband and his growing cock just . . . fucking . . . makes . . . me . . . melt.

We already had everything programmed in. I aimed Amber’s Fun-Time Gun right at him and pulled the trigger. Then, I sat on the edge of the bed, right next to April. She and I kissed for a moment, just long enough for Frank to stroke his cock a few times and then join us. He stood while we remained seated, leaning down and kissing us. His hands were on both our heads and I could already feel him starting to grow.

Quickly I snatched his cock and shoved it into my mouth. As I swirled my tongue across the head, it was obvious he was getting bigger. It was slow and subtle, just how we’d decided to configure the Matter Expander.

“Oh, fuck, this is amazing!” he said, just as April joined in. This was the sloppiest blowjob I’d ever given but probably one of the most fun. I moved to the side and dropped to my knees only to find that I was no longer able to reach him. He had already gained a few feet in height—not to mention a few inches in dick girth. Each time I tried to stroke him, my fingers peeled away.

April was on the other side and we were both at an awkward angle. Frank’s cock was too high if we were on our knees, too low if we were standing. So we both bent over and kissed and licked and dragged our tongues up.

As Frank grew, his fingers ran down my back, then entered my pussy from behind. I let out a moan at the same time as April and realized he was pleasuring her just the same. My concentration was broken over and over by his swelling finger. By the time he was too big to service us, we were standing straight up because his massive cock was just that big.

“Sit down,” I told him, to which he did almost instantly because he didn’t want us to lose rhythm. By now, Frank was probably twenty feet tall, his cock becoming like a tree trunk to us.

I sat down on his stomach and hugged it while April straddled his ballsack. We locked our arms and tried to stroke him but it was too difficult to maintain rhythm. When he became his final size of thirty-feet, it became a little easier. We were able to form a better ring. I bounced on him with my arms linked, stroking him as best I could.

Frank enjoyed it. I could feel his fingers stroking my back, my ass, my soles. He even twirled them around my hair. Before long, I could hear his grunts and he announced, “It’s coming, ladies. Oh, oh, oh! I’m . . . cumming!”

And then it was like hugging a snake that didn’t want to be held. His dick, like an oil rig, began to pump cum straight into the air. It hit the ceiling with a wet smack and then fell on top of us. Both April and I cried out in surprise because it was so hot and sticky. Frank was laughing, holding his cock in his big hand.

April and I enjoyed a shower together while we let our giant man cool down. That was fun on its own—and I thought we’d need to do it again while one of us was small. When we returned to the garage, Frank had already shrunken back down.

“Did you do it to yourself?” I asked, knowing it must have been difficult for his giant fingers to navigate the screen.

“I did.”

“Why?”

He giggled. “Because I want to play with a giantess.”

And then, he collapsed onto the bed.

What were we to do?