A Truly Small Life

A Truly Small Life

 A Truly Small

Life

by

Pintsize

 

 The story you are

about to read is truer to life than one might

 otherwise think,

where fantasy meets the sometimes cruelness of

 reality. Where

does the heart exist when a love so fulfilling and

 deep...meets with

the sometimes tragic confrontations of pure

 reality and basic

needs....

 

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 Meet George and

Rachel...a fun loving couple. Their lives shared

 together so

perfectly, so deep, such total trust in one another

 that each shares

and gives to the other what they both desire, need

 and crave. A love

so rare to most...a quested destination that few

 ever really find.

To know them is to desire to be them....have the

 total connection

and devotion they each share so spontaneously and

 with seamless

struggle...like water running from a faucet...flowing

 so

smoothly...clear....and freely. Their passion and desire for one

 another so

intense...each of them feels the others thoughts and

 emotions as if

they were their very own.

 

 For 10 years

George and Rachel loved each other...in fact they

 loved each other

before they even knew it had a face...and in

 finding each

other...they knew within an instant that theirs was

 something truly

unique...truly a rare commodity...and they feasted

 on it...nurtured

it...cared for it....taking their passion and

 cravings for one

another to a level rarely achieved by any other.

 

 George is a

handsome giving man....a woman's man....a man

 passionate in his

zest for life...career...and emotional devotion

 to the woman he

had given his soul to...his soul mate Rachel.

 

 Rachel...is a

simple woman...brought up with good wholesome

 values...her

mother nurtured her to be a woman of her own

 desires....to

live life the way she felt it lead her...always

 giving....caring....loving...and confident in her moral beliefs.

 Rachel's natural

beauty is only surpassed by her capacity to give

 so completely to

her one and only soul mate George.

 

 One would think

in knowing these two...that life is a fantasy in

 and of

itself....nothing could be greater than to have the life

 these two have.

But in everything there comes a price....nothing is

 ever as it

seems...and though on the surface George and Rachel

 seemed

perfect...what came to be demonstrates how quickly things

 can change...even

in the most vacuumed of conditions...when reality

 cast its

sometimes hurtful disparaging hand.

 

 Rachel had for

years known of George’s secret fantasy.....life

 long, kept in

complete intimacy and secrecy from friends and

 family...George

loved to envision himself as a small lil man with

 his love...his

soul mate...his wife. Though reality could never

 complete the

total picture of that experience...they would often

 play fun little

games in intimate times...POV

 perspective...sometimes pursuing a mutual virtual play session

 online.

 

 Rachel was new to

this fantasy...not naturally something she

 thought much

about other than the occasional commercial, TV program

 or story that

might bring it to prominence. Not something she

 dwelled on as

George did. But George for his part had introduced

 the idea to

her...and since she was an open minded woman, willing

 to experience any

number of thoughts her soul mate might

 have....she gave

it time to settle within in....and in fact learned

 to enjoy it

nearly as much as George...in fact equally as much when

 she would sense

his total passionate craving for it. She loved what

 being small made

him become...the explosive release he would share

 with her as a

result. In fact it made her feel

 powerful...wanted...needed....loved....and it allowed her to

 explore her

cravings and lustful desires with him. Yes...the

 eclipsing power

of fantasy was a hearty driving force for the two

 of them....giving

each of them things they wanted and needed to

 reach the very

pinnacle of their connection for one another.

 

 But in that

passionate evolution...came the need for more...each

 time was greater

than the last. For years they played giantess and

 lil man...till

they felt they had reached as far they could go.

 George was the

first to recognize early on that something was

 missing....though

Rachel could take him to places he never thought

 possible in

achieving sexually...like a drug....he needed to go

 another step

farther...but farther meant actually becoming small.

 Something he knew

could never exist.....or could it?

 

 The second week

in December loomed close and George’s 35th birthday

 with it. Rachel

racked her brain trying to come up with the

 *perfect* gift

for her man...her lover...her best most cherished

 friend. One day

on her way home from work, she stopped off at hole

 in the wall gag

gift shop...perhaps she could find something

 humorous...something unusual that would draw a chuckle and smile

 along her lovers

face...something that would remind him of how she

 felt for

him...how he lit up her soul and life so. Perusing the

 many cute and

funny objects, her eyes caught something very

 unusual....a

small vile of deep rich blue...corked with a note.

 Rachel picked up

the cute lil bottle reading the notes inscription.

 It simply

read...*Souls Wish*. Curious she brought the bottle to

 the stores

operator and inquired about it.

 

 'Sir....can you

tell me what this is...and what does this note

 mean...I'm trying

to find the perfect gift for my husband...and

 this caught my

eye?'

 

 The operator

looked at the striking woman and chuckled....

 

 'Why surely

miss....its a wishing potion....or at least that’s what

 it symbolizes.

It's an authentic replica of an age-old potion.

 Legend says that

the Souls Wish was used by the ancient

 Incas....they

believed it was delivered unto them by Gods of the

 sky. It was used

to capture the soul of another being...thee who

 would drink from

it would unleash the vast power of the human

 mind...and be

susceptible at that moment to any thought. As you

 know...the mind

is a powerful organ...more powerful than we as yet

 fully

understand...but the Incas knew something of that...and used

 the potion to

control and unleash their capacity to grow beyond

 what any other

human had ever experienced. But in that power...they

 saw the

unraveling of their whole society....they were not ready to

 grasp the full

and mighty lethal power the human mind is capable

 of...and they

destroyed themselves to extinction in the process.

 Their one wish

was to be the greatest and most intellectual

 creatures to

exist....but in that power...they forgot what greed

 and lust can do

if unleashed with no limits. The effects were

 permanent....one

taking the vile....could never go back....they

 would become what

ever their thoughts envisioned. Like Adam and

 Eve...once having

tasted the apple...there is no turning back.'

 

 Rachel smiled....

 

 'That’s an

interesting legend.....you say its a replica huh?'

 

 'Yes ma`am.....you

don't really think it something like that is

 real....that’s

what’s so fun about legends...the belief that it may

 have

existed....but who really knows..right?'

 

 'Right.....it's

perfect...I'll take it.' Rachel nodded.

 

 'Fine....shall I

gift wrap it for you then?'

 

 'Yes..that would

be nice.'

 

 Rachel walked out

with a certain gleeful skip in her step...sure

 that George would

get a great kick out of this interesting lil

 gift. Now that

she knew the legend...she could recant it to

 him....embellishing the legend just a bit perhaps....at least it

 would make for a

nice way to start a passionate evening of

 unbridled

lovemaking for them...of which she could give him

 something more

passionate than before...the thought that his mind

 can control his

destiny.

 

 Rachel arrived

home early and prepared Georges favorite

 dinner...spaghetti...lit the dining room table candles...and put on

 some soft mood

settling music...waiting for her perfect man to

 return home for a

night he would not forget.

 

 George arrived

home at long last from a frightfully long

 day...tired and

stressed....his eyes and soul immediately captured

 with the smell of

his favorite food....a candlelit room and the

 sweet welcoming

face of his loving wife. She had a way of settling

 him just in the

sight of her...the way she dressed...the smiling,

 adoring look she

gave to him...would always ring deep within

 in...bring him

home to a place where he felt sheltered from the

 wild and rat

raced world outside....a place he always looked so

 forward to coming

home to.

 

 George sighed

with deep emotion...the caring mood she had set for

 him...this

day.....his birthday.

 

 Rachel pulled the

dining room chair out for him...coaxing him to

 sit...she moved

behind him and ran her fingers thru his thick brown

 hair. Loosening

his tie from around his neck...and unbuttoning the

 first 3 buttons

of his shirt...reaching her fingers down into his

 chest and

stroking him there.....leaning close to his neck and

 offering a sweet

tender kiss....purring and whispering....

 

 'How was your day

sweetheart?.....welcome home birthday man'

 

 All George could

do was moan softly in reflex to Rachel's calming

 affects. How he

adored the way she could soften even his darkest

 mood...take his

thoughts away so swiftly from whatever plagued

 him...settle his

soul and fill him with feelings so powerful and

 deep.

 

 Rachel pulled

back....nipping at his ear in retreat...sliding away

 and revealing her

entire body to him...as she slowly took a seat

 next to him. She

wore a sexy sleek black lace dress....low

 cut...revealing

just the right amount of her full developed chest

 and cleavage.

 

 George’s heart

skipped a beat as they ate and chatted about the

 day’s events.

Finishing dinner George cleaned the table...taking

 his glass of red

wine to the living room and seating himself

 comfortably to

the couch. Rachel joined him...carrying a small

 delightfully

wrapped box...with a special card attached.

 

 George looked on

with a curious smile....

 

 'I hope you like

it sweetheart'...she spoke softly.

 

 George carefully

opened the card...reading the special love not

 inside.

 

 'To the man that

makes my life complete....the one man who fills my

 life to levels I

have only imagined possible. The man I betroth my

 heart, life and

soul to for all the years we are alive in this

 life. This gift

representing the true and unquestioned, unjudged

 passion I have

for you...the man of my dreams...and my deepest

 darkest

fantasies....this gift I give to you...to fulfill your most

 passionate

fantasy my love...the way you wish to be...and the way I

 most crave for

you to be....Happy birthday my one...my only soul

 mate.'

 

 With all my heart

and love.....

 

 Rachel

 

 George nearly

fell to tears reading the emotion filled

 note....looking

onto Rachel....so beautiful sitting up with such

 excitement in her

eyes for him....almost giddy to see his eyes as

 he opens the

gift.

 

 George peeled

open the wrapping and lifted the cover from the small

 jewelry like

box...inside resting a deep blue vile laying in

 crushed black

velvet. He carefully picked up the vile and looked at

 it..seeing the

tag...revealing the note....*Souls Wish*

 

 Curiousness

addressed Georges face...looking at the vile...then

 looking to

Rachel...

 

 'What is it

love?'

 

 Rachel

giggled.....'its just what the note says it is....a Souls

 Wish.'

 

 'A Souls Wish?'

George curiously quetioned.

 

 Rachel smiled and

recanted the legend....of the bottles origin to

 George...as he

listened on with intent interest. She embellished

 the legend a

bit...as that is what legends are all about after all.

 

 George sat

back...smiling as he thought on the deep meaning this

 gift truly

meant....the underlying message and symbolism it

 meant...

 

 'Well...what

should I do with it?.....am I supposed to drink

 it?....it IS just

a legend....I mean...it can't really work.'

 

 'Baby....its the

thought in the process....in drinking from this

 vile...I want you

to think of your greatest fantasy with me

 tonight....what

is it your deepest thoughts wish...crave in

 me....and I will

make them come true....I want this to be a night

 for you to

remember for the rest of your life. Come on baby....its

 what I crave from

you tonight.'

 

 George looked at

Rachel...feeling and knowing the souls wish she

 had for him...how

could he disappoint her especially on his very

 birthday...holding a gift she had so carefully chosen.

 

 George raised the

vile...popping the cork and tipped the contents

 back and into his

mouth...swallowing the blue liquid in one gulp.

 

 Rachel looked on

with adoring, loving passionate eyes....

 

 'Now my sweet

lover...as the legend says.....think of your most

 wild, erotic

passionate fantasy...think hard baby....close your

 eyes...and

envision me as you would in what you crave....tonight is

 your night...what

ever your dreams....I will make them come true.'

 

 George closed his

eyes...and thought...of the one thing that his

 fantasy had

always dreamed....of being small....a 5' man to his

 wife’s 5'11'

frame. But something suddenly felt strange...a burning

 sensation coursed

through his body....hot...to the point he felt

 his lower body

heave...shuddering him from head to toe....then

 suddenly a

horrible scream breaking the rooms silence from his

 wife....

 

 George bolted his

eyes open...to look upon his wife's eyes...but

 instead his eyes

met her at stomach height...immediately adjusting

 his head shot

up...then looked upon himself...he was half the size

 of her....she sat

right next to him...but she seemed like a

 towering

adult...as if he were a 4 year old child....George yelped

 out....

 

 'RACHEL!!!!....what's happening....I'm

 smaller...I'm....I'm...shrinking....Oh My God!!!!!'

 

 Rachel looked

down as George shrank with quick

 pace...dwindling...smaller and smaller....so fast...in the blink of

 an eye..it

seemed....she felt huge next to him....she screamed

 again...shaking,

holding her hands to her mouth as her eyes

 displayed the

wide-open horror of the event.

 

 George screamed

and climbed back on the couch cushion as he shrank

 more and

more....passing 20'......18'......12'....he looked up at

 Rachel who

appeared to grow taller and taller....rising sooo high

 he had to crane

his neck to see her...feelings of humility and

 insecurity

invading his palpitating heart......

 

 Rachel breathed

heavy and deep....shivering

 inside...screaming....not sure what to do or say...totally caught

 in the shock and

disbelief of what was occurring.......

 

 'George'...she

screamed…'stay still...don't move....I don't know

 what's

happening...this wasn't suppose to happen....the store owner

 said it was just

a replica....not the real thing....this can't be

 happening.'

 

 George looked

up....his wife’s voice booming so loud over him...he

 had to cover his

ears...it shook him so terribly...even the couch

 reverberated

beneath him as she spoke....a very unsettling

 feeling....then

she moved slightly....the impression her weight

 caused...sent

George....now just 5' tall....tumbling in toward

 Rachel’s bottom.

He came to rest against her there....feeling

 incredibly small

next to her....feeling how just the subtle

 movement of her

giant body...now sent him tumbling...the feeling

 was

humbling...and it made him feel small and pathetic to the

 strength and size

of her. As he tried to crawl from the impression

 she made....he

looked up at her....straight up....as her tall torso

 rose like a 50'

building before him....she was massive....yet so

 incredibly sexy

and beautiful.....but in his eyes was fear....a

 feeling of such

helplessness overwhelmed him at this moment. What

 had happened...it

was all so unexpected...and as she said...not

 suppose to

happen....yet....IT HAD!!

 

 George struggled

the climb from the indentation....having some

 difficulty....then suddenly felt his body...pushed and

 moved....looking

back....he was startled and shocked to see his

 wife’s now thigh

sized finger....effortlessly pushing him to level

 ground. His heart

fluttered and shook! George rolled on to his

 back...sitting as

his body was pushed and slide up....gazing in awe

 and the sheer

size of her hand....then up along her oak sized

 arm....to her

face...with eyes wide...a smile addressing her

 enormous face.

 

 'There'....she

spoke gently...her voice still thundering over

 him...causing him

to cover his ears again.'

 

 Rachel couldn't

resist the opportunity she now had….looking upon

 her husband….so

small…so irresistibly cute in his size and physical

 stature. With one

swift move she reached for him and picked him up

 by his shirt

collar and held him up to her face…placing him

 carefully in her

enormous palm.

 

 Pursing her rich

full lips…she held him close…her moist breath

 washing over

him….as she drew him close and kissed his chest and

 face in one giant

move. She held him out and watched as his body

 trembled and

shook….falling back in her hand…his eyes scanning all

 along her

tremendous size. She giggled at him….amused in his

 findings…the look

on his face of pure amazement.

 

 'Well now…do you

like what you see lil man?…seems we won't have to

 pretend after

all.'

 

 Rachel

giggled….feeling a sudden rush of warmth running inside

 her…and along her

heated sex. Holding him carefully….she peeled

 open her lace bra

lifting out a heavy full breast….her nipple

 perked to hard

size…raising George up to it….purring.

 

 'Mmmmm…just what

I've always wanted…a lil man to take me as his

 own…Take me

George…I am yours to enjoy…and to feel. Show me what

 being small means

to you…show me how you love your sweet giant

 lover.'

 

 George's eyes and

heart nearly exploded in her words…and the sight

 of her now

enormous endowments…wasting no time…he reached out for

 Rachel's large

beckoning nipple....grasping to it…and placing his

 lil mouth around

it….sucking from her hard. Rachel arched her

 back…pressing his

diminutive body into her…as she felt a deep

 shudder explode

within her….reaching to her moistened

 treasure….moaning

softly……

 

  A Truly Small

Life - Finale

 

 

 

  Months

passed...Rachel and George explored their new relationship with

  great passion

and emotion....each time better than the last...sharing new

  and exciting

ways to be as one with each other. Indeed George never felt so

  fulfilled...he

was now living what he had only dreamed and fantasized

  about....and he

was living it out with the soul mate of his life...his

  love...his

dream...his woman of complete fantasy, Rachel.

 

  For Rachel...she

reached a new level of deep feeling for her now diminutive husband. She

  was overwhelmed

in just how satisfying and arousing it was to

  be with him this

way. She never knew that a love between them so strong,

  could be taken

to the heights they had achieved...but for her...something

  was

changing...she couldn't put her finger on it yet...but she knew deep

  down inside that

there must be more...that she needed more...craved

  more...the

effect of his shrinking to such small size and caring for

  him...giving to

him...needing and craving him...was like an addictive

  drug...each

time...wanting so much more....needing that next level to

  experience the

total euphoric out of body feeling one could achieve. It

  began to consume

her thoughts on an hourly basis.

 

  The pressures of

a size relationship began to take shape in their daily

  routines. George

was too small to work...they had made an excuse that he

  was ill....had

taken sick pay in hopes the potion would relinquish its

  affects and

return him to normal. But that had not occurred yet...and soon the

  company he

worked for...released him from employment. Daily tasks around

  the house proved

difficult for George. He was far too small to do much more

  than help with

small household objects when Rachel was there to supervise.

 

  Indeed George

began to have feelings of insignificance in a now very giant

  world to him.

Things he had not really considered before...were now

  becoming

painfully apparent to him...and it began to make him feel

 

self-conscious...belittled and useless.

 

  Rachel became

more or less his caretaker...food was of such enormous size

  that George

could not consume it unless Rachel were there to fix him proper

  portions he

could manage....and they tasted different..the texture of foods

  created for a

world the size of Rachel...not for him.

  Just getting

dressed was a chore....sure Rachel was attentive and

  compassionate in

her care of him...she would prepare a small pool of

  water in the

sink for him to bath each morning...making sure the faucet

  water was not

too hot to scald his tender thin skin...and flow in just a

  trickle so he

could stand under it as he enjoyed showers so....and she would

  help him in and

out as needed...even providing a small pet ladder for him

  to climb out

on...in case she were not present to give him a helpful lift.

 

  Rachel was not

much of a seamstress...yet she tried valiantly to make him

  clothes that

would fit...but even her best work...was cumbersome for her to

  do...his shirts

and pants so small...her fingers had a hard time with such

  small

detail...and the very fabric itself so sheer to her feel...was rough

  and course to

George...and he found much of her makings...to be difficult to

  wear. Getting

around the house was another adventure...the stairs were like

  climbing a ski

hill several times a day...though Rachel would offer to

  help...and did

much of the time at first...George began to feel that he

  needed to make

the effort to take on more actions himself...but a single

  climb of the

stairs leading to the upstairs bedroom...would often leave him

  totally

exhausted and sore.

 

  As the days

rolled on...these pressures and more began to build one on top of the

  other...in

  separate ways.

Rachel was now the sole provider for the house they

  owned...George

having no reasonable source of income...she was forced to

  look for better

pay...or consider selling the house. But she was steadfast

  in her belief

that she would not allow all that to become an issue between

  them.

 

  One day Rachel

came home...with a gift for George...a beautiful two

 

story...dollhouse...elegantly crafted in fine detail...complete with small

 

furniture....custom made to fit his size. She had convinced the dollhouse

  maker that she

had a rare collection at home...and that she wanted the house

  to be authentic

in every detail.

 

  George looked at

it muttering a bit...as she lifted it from the box in her

  two massive

hands....setting it down in the living room floor.

 

  She looked to

George standing there...very quiet with a curious blank

  look.

 

  'Isn't it the

cutest thing you've ever seen honey?....I had it custom built

  specially for

you.'

 

  George looked up

and then at the house....

 

  'You had it

built?....what did you tell them?....that you have a 5' tall

  husband at home

who's going to live in it?'

 

  'Now

honey.....certainly not....I just told him that I had a rare doll

  collection at

home..and I wanted an authentic look for them to be displayed

 

in...simple....so....do you like?'

 

  'So you think

I'm a doll is that it?....something to be displayed for

  whenever you

want me? I am not a doll Rachel...I am your husband...what was

  wrong with our

present accommodations...I find sharing the bed with you...and

  this house just

fine...why do I need a house..no less...for dolls?'

 

  Rachel's look

went from one of happy excitement that she hoped he would

  share...to one

now of sad contempt....but she resisted her urge to lash

  out...in what

she felt at the moment and calmly restated herself...

 

  'Awwwwww...honey...there's

nothing wrong with our present living

  arrangements...I

just thought you might enjoy having a place of your

  own...of your

size that would make you feel more comfortable. Don't you

  think I've

noticed how hard it is for you to get around the house...I see

  you trying to be

helpful...participate around here...but let's face

  it...everything

here is just too big for you....and I don't want to see you

  angry or

frustrated....I know it must be a strain on you....so I thought

  this might make

you feel a little better....a place where you can reside and

  be alone when

you need to....and ummmmm....don't you think it might be kind

  of erotic...if I

came calling once in a while...knocking on your lil

  door...for a

date?....heehee....you wouldn't turn a giant girl down now

  would you?'

 

  George calmed

feeling silly for his words to her...blushing...he laughed to

 

her....nodding....

 

  'I'm sorry

baby...it is an adjustment getting used to everything...and I

  know that all

this has put a strain on you as well...please forgive

  me....I would

never turn down a date with you....how could I?'

 

  Rachel smiled

hearing his tiny thin voice....and she knelt down near to

  him...bringing

her face and pursed lips close...kissing his lil face....

 

  'I know

baby....I know...but one thing still stands true...you are my prized

  and gifted lil

husband....the man I choose to spend the rest of my life

  with....and to

give you this...what you crave...and have wanted for so

  long....fills me

like you cannot know....every time I look at you...I just

  want to pick you

up and take you as mine...make love to you...feel you

  against every

inch of my giant body....mmmmmm....'

 

  Rachel feeling

her love begin to flow again...pulled her blouse open and

  lifted her heavy

lush breast out...rolling her nipple in her

 

fingers....leaning it down and rubbing it against George's lil face and

  lips.....

 

  'Mmmmmm....take

me sweety....and suck on me....pleasssssee...I need to

  feel you right

now.'

 

  Just then the

doorbell rang....it startled Rachel and she slipped back

  up...re-wrapping

her breast in her bra and blouse and stood up walking to the

  door...

 

  The floor shook

violently under her weight...causing George to stammer for

  his balance...as

he watched her huge body rise up and walk to the door with

  swiftness.

 

  He heard the

door open and Rachel begin to speak....the voice that offered

  back was a man's

voice....he couldn't make out all the conversation...but

  she took a

rather long time...before he heard the door slam shut and she

 

returned...standing before George like a giant 100' redwood tree.

 

  'Who was

that?'....George asked.

 

  'Oh....that was

Tom....Tom Sheldon....he was just dropping off some files

  from work...and

he's picking me up tomorrow to take me into the office since

  our car is in

for some repairs.'

 

  'Files?...what

files...I don't see any files....and since when does the car

  need

repairs...you didn't tell me anything about that.'

 

  George felt a

low sinking feeling within him....it didn't occur to him

  before...but now

as he looked at her....knowing that she had not told him of

  something that

otherwise would have been his responsibility...or she would

  have come to him

about it before she did it....this was unsettling to

  him....and it

made him feel empty.

 

  Rachel put her

hands on her hips...in a bit of disgust...looking at George

  with a wrinkled

look....she marched into the front foyer way and grabbed the

  files Tom had

given her and returned....showing them to George in her hands.

 

  'There....are

you satisfied?'

 

  'Ok....but what

about the car....why didn't you say anything to me about

  it?'

 

  Rachel looked

down on George with a look and spoke in a soft deliberate tone….

 

  'Well...what

were YOU going to do about it?.....you can't drive....and it

  needed

fixing...so I just took care of it.....why are you all

  upset?...there's

really no need for this George.'

 

  Rachel's voice

was direct and given his stature on things...he

  couldn't help

feel that she was talking down to him....this made him feel

  even more

insecure and little before her.

 

  Rachel looked at

her husband with an air of untrusted frustration...yet in

  her words....she

felt something that was strangely good. She knew her tone

  wasn't

right...that she could have been more rational in her delivery...but

  it felt good

what she said...and how she said it....but in thinking it...she

  knew it wasn't

the proper way to handle it.

 

  George felt

humiliated and vulnerable and reacted in the only way he knew at

  the time...he

lashed out verbally to her....

 

  'God dammit

Rachel...I may be small to you....helpless even....but that's no

  reason to keep

things from me...I'm your husband after all...and I demand

  that you keep me

informed of things that pertain to this household and our

  lives together.'

 

  This outburst

and tone from George infuriated Rachel...to the point where

  she thought she

would show him....but held back her fierce anger at

  him...and

scolded him....feeling the lust of evilness course through

  her...thrilling

her....exciting her....with hands on her hips..and a stern

  angered look

leering down...she spoke:

 

  'George.....I

will not tolerate that tone from you....you have no right to

  speak to me that

way....I'll tell you whatever I damm please to tell

  you....you got

that?'

 

  With

that...Rachel took two giant steps forward...stepping over George...the

  floor shaking

him to the ground....as she reached down and picked up the

  Dollhouse and

carried its entirety in her arms up the stairs to the bedroom.

 

  George’s' heart

pounded for the first time in fear of his giantess wife. He

  realized that to

anger her so....might not be exactly good for his

  health...he

shook inside trembling...to know that he was so small...that

  she could if she

wanted...do anything with him or too him. Up

  till now...that

taking was an absolutely pleasuring concept...but for the

  first time

now....his thoughts turned to the negative potentials....and it

  shook him as

never before.

 

  George looked on

as Rachel walked deliberately and heavily up the stairs and out of view

  with the

dollhouse in arms....the mere thought now that she was carrying in her arms..a

  dwelling that he

would live in...shuddered him differently...before it was an erotic thought

  to watch her

pick up objects so easily that were far too big and heavy for him....but

  now...the

feeling that permeated him was one of dominating power...that if turned against

  him....could

literally kill him.

 

  But he squelched

that thought quickly...reminding himself of the deep loving, trusting

  connection they

both shared....how could a woman whom he had shared such uniquely

  intimate moments

with...ever conceive of causing harm to him....even if brought to a fit of

  rage. He dashed

the thought...dismissing it as foolishness on his part for even thinking such

  a thing...and

climbed the rope that had been laid for him so he could reach the chair

  cushion. He

pulled himself up and sat on the large chair that he once filled

easily....waiting

  for Rachel's

return.

 

  Rachel took some

time upstairs before returning down....she saw him sitting on the chair

  and approached

him with a soft forgiving smile.

 

  Rachel knelt

down bringing her full breasts and face close to the chair looking on to

  George.

 

  'Honey....I

think we need to talk....something's changing in us....in me..I mean. I'm not

  sure yet

what...but that little disturbance a bit ago has me concerned for us.'

 

  George felt like

a little child sitting in the chair...his giant wife sitting so close...her face

like

  a huge movie

screen...talking to him in such a way....as if she had already made her mind

  up of

things...and would be taking the matter completely into her own hands and

  responsibility

without his input.

 

 

'Changing?....what’s changing sweetie...just a little spat was all...it's

natural for couples to

  fight or

disagree every once in a while.'

 

  Rachel looked at

him with directness and concern….like a parent to a child….'No

  George...this is

different I'm afraid....I've been feeling some things

lately...that....well....I'm

  not sure exactly

what they all mean yet...all I know is I feel different...and I'm ashamed to

  say....I think I

like it.'

 

  George felt his

body shiver…like he was losing something…and with it…his ability to

  control it….

 

  'Like what

sweetie....please tell me....this is me you are talking to....if its about

us....we

  can surely work

through it together....we've always been able to get thru things....we are

  connected

remember?'

 

  Rachel replied…

 

  'I know

sweetheart....we are connected....or...perhaps we were connected..but I don't

  know anymore.'

 

  George looked at

Rachel with a sinking feeling inside…

 

  'Uh oh.....not

connected?...well....what are you saying Rachel....you don't love me

  anymore?'

 

  Rachel tried to

calm him..

  'No that's not

it....I still love you....awwwwww'

 

  ...and reaching

with a thigh sized finger she dabbed at his chest and chin....

 

  'how could I not

love someone so cute and adorable as you......sweet lil man of mine...but

  sweetie....look

around....things are so much different for us now. You are soooo tiny and

 

helpless...why....I have to help you do most anything that involves regular size

  objects....you

can't help me around the house very well...with the upkeep...you don't have

  a job...I have

to fix and prepare anything you wish to eat....and I worry that we might lose

  the house if I

don't get a second job..and if I do that..then I worry about you all day....as

  you will hardly

ever see me. That’s not fair to you my sweet love. I don't know what I'm

 

saying...see?....I'm just at my ropes end with it all. And don't think I'm mad

about it....I'm

  not....I do all

of it with love and care....because you mean so much to me....but I'm

  stressed to my

limits sweetie...that’s all....its not your fault...really.'

 

  'I have

something I need to tell you though....and it might be difficult for you to

 

understand....but its really for your own best good sweetheart. I've decided you

should

  have a place to

stay during the day while I am away...that way you won't get into any

  trouble or hurt.

Then I can be sure when I come home each night...I'll know where to find

  you...and I'll

be able to rest easy during the day that you are alright.'

 

 

  George looked

stunned....shocked even at Rachel...and stood up in defiance....

 

  'What?...are you

crazy?.....confined?.....tell me I didn't hear what I just heard....that’s

  absurd!!! I will

do nothing of the sort...and I won't stand for it!!'

 

  Rachel looked on

with calming…giant eyes….

 

 

'Darling....baby....it's really for your own safety and good....I have a place

all set-up for

  you....complete

with everything you could want during the day....plenty of space to run

  around

in...plenty of things to do....a food storage bin...why....you'll live like a

king.'

 

  George looked at

her with fiery eyes….

 

  'A

king?...ha....you mean like a caged pet!!'

 

  Rachel's eyes

grew wide holding back a look of insult…

 

  'I beg your

pardon....you are not a pet!…it’s the only way I can make sure no harm

  comes to you

during the day while I’m away. Now….my decision is final…like it or not it

  is where you

will stay while I am out.”

 

  Rachel reached

her hand to George opening her fingers and grasped him around his chest

  firmly and

picked him up. George squirmed and wiggled in protest…pushing his hands

  hard against her

thick strong fingers…

 

  “I will not

go….you can’t do this to me….I am not some helpless creature to be shut up

  and locked

away…as if I have no mind or sense to comprehend…..put me down

  Rachel.”

 

  Rachel looked to

George with a raised eyebrow…

 

  “I can do this

George…and I’m going to…you really don’t have any choice in the

  matter…but I do

wish you would be more accepting of this…I’m afraid if you can’t

  resolve this in

your mind and see that I’m doing this because I care for you so

  much…then things

will become very hard on you….You ARE helpless…can’t you see

  that?…Do you

realize I have to do everything for you?…it used to be you who would

  take care of so

many things…balance our relationship…but now I wear the pants in this

  household…and

I’m just doing what is needed so I have one less thing to worry

  about…now hush

husband…or I’ll….I’ll….

 

  Rachel’s gentle

yet deliberate tone trailed off…..

 

  “You’ll

what?….Rachel…pleaaaaaaaase put me down….I am not as helpless as you

  paint me to

be…and I can take care of myself.”

 

  'Hush now….and

stop your whimpering….I’ll hear no more of it….and stop struggling

  and fighting

me…don’t make me do something I might later regret...trust me….you won’t

  like it.”

 

  George shuddered

in her words….indeed at her size…she could easily shut him up…for

  good…and that

chilled him…he was seeing something in her….he had never thought

  possible…a new

power and dominance flowing in her….he was losing his connection

  with

her….becoming just an object to her…a responsibility….and it made him feel

  insignificant as

his towering wife strode off carrying him gripped tightly in her fist….up the

  stairs to their

bedroom…switching on the light…a huge 100 gallon glassed aquarium sat

  on a

wrought-iron pedestal…lit and completely filled with a landscape and the

dollhouse

  she had taken

earlier…but with the roof removed.

 

  'Oh God

Noooooooooo'……George screamed out………'You can’t be

  serious…you’re

not putting me in there?…are you?……….Noooooooooo

  honey….stop…we

need to talk…talk this through….pleaaaaaaaase Rachel'….he

  pleaded and

begged.

 

  Rachel pulled

her hand with George tightly held up to her face…hearing his small

  screams…feeling

his tiny fists beating on her hand…firmly speaking to him with a straight

  and decisive

tone…..

 

  'No

George….there will BE no discussion…I’ve made up my mind and this is where you

  will stay until

I come home.”

 

  Rachel

approached the aquarium and with her free hand, removed the huge Plexiglas lid

  from the

aquarium. Carefully she held George up and leaned to kiss his head…

 

  'It’s for the

best honey…in time you’ll see it's not so bad'

 

  …as she reached

in and released him to the grassy surface below…setting him free.

 

  George stood on

the grass looking around and up at Rachel as her giant face peered over

  the top…..her

breasts filling out her sweater so full….he quaked in the feeling he was

  overwhelmed

with….he felt like a small caged animal…with no more intelligence than

  such…considered

a helpless creature who can’t be trusted or care for itself….but needed

  to be kept from

harm and possible escape. In a fit of anger he raced for the glass wall and

  slammed his body

against it….pressing his arms…chest…legs…against it…sliding his

  hands along the

glass and beating it with his tiny fists….but to little avail other than the

  amusement to

Rachel in seeing his frightened reaction.

 

  'Noooooo….Nooooooo'….he

cried

 

  'Let me out….let

me out!!!….God damm you let me ouuuuuuuuut right now!!!! How dare

  you imprison me

like this….I am your husband….I have rights….you are supposed to do

  as I say.'

 

  He lashed out of

fear…anger…emotion…not really meaning what he was saying…but so

  much terror and

anger and emotion was causing him to vent in ways he was unfamiliar to.

 

  “Do as I

say?…now now…temper temper George'….she calmed

 

  Kneeling down

close the to glass…her face giant and pressed close to George…the glass

  fogged with her

warm breath as she spoke to him through it…feeling the power of herself

  now to him…and

beginning to feel a new sense of how she felt….

 

  'From now on

you'll do as *I* say…and there isn’t much you'll be doing about it. I best

  leave you

alone…so you might adjust to your new surroundings…and rethink your status

  here….but I warn

you darling…keep this up…and you might never come out of

  there…something

to think about today while I’m out earning OUR living.”

 

  Rachel knelt

steadily and placed her hands on either side of the huge aquarium...looking

  through the

glass as her lil husband cried and banged his fists hard on the glass….smiling

  at him

there….then she rose up…watching his eyes and jaw go wide as her stature

  increased before

him….she leaned over the top…letting her hair hang down…her breasts

  filling her

sweater to full.

 

  “Have a

pleasant…thoughtful day…my sweet lil husband….enjoy your new lil house and

  I’ll see you

tonight….and I do so hope in a better mood than now……for your own

  good.”

 

  With that…Rachel

turned and walked away and out the bedroom door closing it behind

  her, picking up

her things and meeting Tom outside who was driving her in to work that

  morning.

 

  George crouched

down….watching the moving mountain of his wife as she stood

  up…her curves

now seeming deep within him as something far away…untouchable…he

  himself

considered as something insignificant…discarded. He withered as she left…his

  eyes..scanning

the entire giant glassed aquarium…his prison for the day. His eyes

  marveled at the

surroundings…the grass from their backyard….smelled so strong….the

  dollhouse seemed

so much like that…a dollhouse when Rachel stood near it…and when

  she had lifted

and carried it upstairs. But to George it appeared as a full size

  dwelling…only

without a rooftop to shield him from the elements. But then…there were

  no elements

inside the house. Why had she removed the roof….he wondered. Upon

  entering the

house…he saw his answer….it not only prevented him from reaching the top

  of the aquarium

to perhaps escape…but it also allowed her to view him…in a most

  humiliating and

humbling way…like some zoo animal…she could lean in and see him at

  anytime she

wished. The thought at first very stirring to him….he would come to learn it

  was humiliating

and belittling. Off in the corner was a box…filled with ice packs and

 

food…breads…cheese…crackers…some small pieces of fruit and a small giant sized

  cereal bowl

filled with water from which he could drink.

 

  Off in another

corner were some cut up pieces of paper…reduced to size he could

  manage and a

broken off pencil…big enough that he would have to use both hands to use

  it…but short

enough he could manage with little difficulty. But the whole set-up reminded

  him of his new

stature in life…a life that was becoming more apparent with each

  day…might

permanently exist this way…..perhaps never resuming his normal height again.

  He looked up at

the high glass walls and then around to see if there was anything he could

  use to climb out

on….but alas…she had thought of that…and there was none to be

  found. Thoughts

of deep rooted anger and humiliation rushed through him now…anger

  towards her for

doing this….she WAS changing…and his fears rose in him…as to where

  it might

eventually lead.

 

 

 

 

  Many more months

passed….and George's mood and temper became sullen and

  removed. Rachel

kept him as a common pet….at least that's how he felt. At night she

  would come

home….he would hear her thunderous footsteps above him…as she moved

  about the

house….hearing soft muffled conversations when the phone rang…never

  knowing or

understanding the full extent of them with their distance. She would come to

  him after

settling her things…cleaning his water bowl and giving him scraps of food…but

  each time…with

less and less interest. She barely spent any time with him…only removing

  him from the

aquarium on occasion….and then taking him to the couch or bed and

  expecting him to

perform for her like some sex pet. George felt more and more that she

  regarded him now

as some small unintelligent animal…not so much as caring of his

  feelings about

her actions on him. And when he didn't do as she said…or coaxed…she

  would get

infuriated and grasp him quickly back to his glassed confine….tossing him

  in…sometimes

flashing him of her ample endowments….muttering…

 

  'If only you

understood..then you might enjoy these as you once did.'

 

  All George

understood was that Rachel had changed…something in his size she

  resented…the

pressure of life perhaps…the constant nagging vigil to care for him wearing

  on her. But he

also sensed that the height of his size fantasy…had escalated her own

  sexual desires

and cravings…and when she couldn't get what she wanted…she took

  it…and that made

George feel differently than he ever thought possible. Once a

  fantasy…a

desire…a need….was now an ugly truth…that made him look upon her with

  anger and

resentment of his own. He had no dignity…no respect….and his connection

  with

Rachel….GONE!!

 

  Then one day…she

took the step he feared most…but would nor could he admit…even

  to himself. The

ultimate in humiliation and disrespect for what their lives together had

  meant…..the day

he wished he could end his life.

 

 

  Rachel sat in

the passenger's seat of Tom’s car…looking into space…as they drove

  along.

 

  “Rachel?….are

you alright this morning?”….Tom questioned with a tone of concern.

 

  'Rachel?'

 

  “Huh?….Oh…oh yes

Tom”, Rachel replied with a half-smile..still caught in her deep

  thoughts.

 

  “I’m just

thinking about some things is all…its nothing really.”

 

  Rachel didn’t

want to have to explain what she was thinking about…and her thoughts

  raced about

George…the way she had been with him….she remembered the trembled

  fearful look in

his eyes…and then his angered tone. Of course he would react that

  way…she thought…bein

so small…helpless…must be very stressful for him….but that’s

  still no excuse

for the way he lashed out at her. But what was most interesting to

  her…was in the

fact that she didn’t feel the least bit sorry for her actions….she resolved

  that she was

keeping him safe……….hmmm….keeping him……that was it!!

 

  But other

thoughts were invading her being. Indeed being considered a giant before

  George was a

rush so overwhelming to her now. She reminisced in the feelings of him

  crawling all

along her…how she felt when he climbed upon her breasts….how his lil

  mouth felt

around her nipples……and GOD….how incredible the sensations and feelings

  he aroused in

her when they made love….to actually feel him entirely within her….she

  moistened in

just the thought. But she needed more….craved more….so many times…so

  many ways….and

she needed….craved to have him even more……then it hit her!!!

 

  'That's it!!!'

 

  …she bolted

out…nearly causing Tom to sheer off the road.

 

  'What?'…. Tom

reeled back….'What's it?'

 

  'Tom?….I have

something I wish to share with you….something incredible….that I don't

  think you'll

believe unless I show it to you. And….I have something to confess as well.'

 

  Tom looked on at

Rachel somewhat puzzled….'Ok…what is it you wish to share?….and

  confess?”

 

  'Well….you

remember I told you how my husband died?…well…that's not entirely true.

  Ummm….he didn't

really die…I've been…..ummm….keeping him shall I say?'

 

  Tom looked on

with curious surprise….'Keeping him?…whatever do you mean?'

 

  'What I mean….I

can't tell you….I must show you. Turn the car around…take me home.'

 

 

  Wait!…you mean

your husband's alive?….have you told him about us? I

 

mean…Rachel….this is weird.'

 

  Rachel looked at

Tom with a fearful…yet evil smile….'Don't worry Tom…everything will

  be fine…now that

I've worked it all out…and I have you…everything will be just

  fine….trust me.'

 

  Tom knew that

look in Rachel's eyes…and it calmed him…he loved that evilness she

  portrayed every

so often…and it usually led to some of the best most amazing intimate

  times with her.

Whatever it was she was going to show him…he wasn't afraid to face it

  with her.

 

  They pulled up

the driveway and entered the house….very quiet and dark. Rachel looked

  at Tom…holding

his hand and pulling him along.

 

  'Come with me

Tom…he's down here.'

 

  Tom felt

strange…curious…but followed Rachel with interest as she lead him up the stairs

  to the bedroom

door. There she stopped and turned to him…putting her finger to her

  lips…

 

  'Shhhhh…now be

very quiet…don't make a sound…I want to see the look on his face

  when he sees

you. And….the look on yours when you see his.'

 

  Tom was now very

puzzled and quite curious…what on earth had she done to her

  husband

George…and why such the interest to see each other's expressions…..but he did

  not question…and

followed closely behind…tip toeing down the basement stairs.

 

  Rachel crept

quietly not turning on the lights….moving closer to the large aquarium. Then

  she reached and

snapped on the lights above the huge tank….light suddenly bathing the

  small landscape

and the withered slender body of George curled up on the dollhouse bed

  on the 2nd

floor.

 

  The suddenness

of bright light stirred George and he bolted upright…his weak and frail

  thin body

looking small in the glass habitat. Rubbing his eyes with tiny fists…he glared

up

  at the

silhouetted figure of his giant wife…immediately raising his fists….and shouting

  things not very

audible…but the small thin voice and actions of him…telling Rachel he was

  very agitated

and angry.

 

  Rachel knelt a

bit and softly spoke to him…..

 

  'Now

George….that's no way to greet a guest…how many times have I told you…what

  that temper of

yours is going to get you. How would you like to go with no food for a

  week

again…hmmm?' 'I brought a guest for you to meet…Tom?….say hello to George.'

 

  Tom's jaw was

already on the floor…his eyes not believing what he was seeing…and

  then hearing

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