I couldn't believe how easy crying came to me. A ball in my throat twitched as I sobbed quietly and felt tears running through my eyes shut tight. My mind was empty or rather it was full of half-formed thoughts, ideas and unspoken fears. I couldn't believe how fast my experiment in lack of control has gotten completely out of hand. I was now stuck as a tiny woman in early stages of her pregnancy who not only felt intimidated by her boyfriend's dominance but also couldn't help but feel aroused by it. And to make things even worse he was now in possession of my only ticket back to normalcy and what might be the most powerful piece of software on the planet. And I just accidentally made him obsessed with titfucking...
"Get over here." I thought heard Daniel's voice but it was only on the peripheries of my hearing. I was too consumed in my sobs, curled up in that little ball on the bed. "Amy, come here!"
I raised my head and looked at Daniel, the image blurry because of my watery eyes. I felt annoyed at how my first thought was to stop crying to make myself presentable for him. I decided to ignore that thought but while doing that I found myself already by his side, jumping off the bed, answering to him summoning me.
It was obvious that he did indeed make himself bigger. I found myself eye-level with him even though I was standing up and he was sitting down on my mattress (which in turn flexed under his weight). Then he put the laptop from his lap onto the bed and stood up. I followed his face with my gaze as it rose higher and higher, craning my neck in the process. Then I looked straight ahead - only to see his belt buckle right in front of me.
"How..." I looked back at him. "How tall did you make yourself?" I asked forgetting about his mumbling earlier.
"At first I thought of adding a foot to become seven-four." He said looking down at me and smiling. "But then I remembered how you said you wondered how being handled by the tallest NBA player would be like. So I made myself seven-six. Like Yao Ming."
"Oh lord..." I whispered but before I had the chance to calculate how much taller than my own diminutive height that was I felt two gigantic hands take me under my arms, lift me up with no effort whatsoever, and sit me on the bed. Next the laptop with chronivac opened landed on my lap.
"Now, make your tits bigger." David said and once again I felt I subconsciously made myself smaller under his authoritative voice. "You know I never particularly cared for your chest but now that you've given me... new cravings, you are not able to satisfy them unless you are more substantial up top."
I was surprised at that. Why did he let me do it myself? Was this my chance to turn myself back? Or would I cave in to my submissive feelings and endow myself with heavy blobs stuck to my for his pleasure?
There was all those questions to consider but once again my train of thought got disrupted by something David done. I heard the sound of a belt being unbuckled and I was presented with a sight of a huge penis he just pulled out of his pants. My sense of scale was probably distorted due to my new small size but the member just a few inches in front of me seemed about the length and girth of a beer can. And that was as it swung and flopped flaccid. I was pretty sure my eyes couldn't open much wider as the shock registered on my face. I felt a tingle and twitch in my groin.
"And make sure you've got enough titflesh to suffice for this guy." He said sounding very amused. "Or else I'll make them more than plenty!"
Oh shit...