(Romance, Powerplay, Shrinking, Shortstack, Hourglass Inflation, Anthro TF)

I crossed my arms across the shelf of my bust, feeling them sink down into the warm, soft expanse of flesh. My flesh. I couldn’t ever forget that the exercise balls that I was roosting in my lap were attached to me, part of me and very sensitive.

“What if I want out?” I asked Scott. It was honestly a distant thought, but I needed something to grab on to. An exit strategy if I ever needed it.  “It doesn’t work like that.” Scott shrugged. “You agreed, and that’s it. No going back, not ever.”

I felt myself heat up at his laissez-faire attitude. “So what am I, your prisoner? Your slave?”

Scott looked genuinely hurt at my accusation, sitting down in the chair he’d been leaning against. “You couldn’t be anything further. Like I said, you can do anything you want. Absolutely anything at all. I’m just showing you what that means. Having a little fun.”

“Is this fun?” I gestured at my expanded figure.   “Isn’t it?” Scott inquired.

I broke eye contact with him to glance down into the valley of my own cleavage, my convictions wavering. Was I honestly mad at the mutation I had undergone, or just that I hadn’t had any control in it? I was bothered at how little it bothered me, and needed to ground myself. I needed to talk to someone else.

“Can I get my phone back?” I turned back to Scott.

“What phone?” Scott teased, still holding my Android in one hand and looking like I was the one playing a prank on him.

“The one you’re holding” I retorted, huffing with impatience.  “This?” Scott held up the device. “It looks a little small to be a phone.” It did look too small, having suddenly reduced to the size of a post-it note.

“Stop that.” I struggled to get up, negotiating my own colossal bulk.

“Stop what?” Scott asked innocently. The phone was even smaller now, looking like the accessory to a toy. He tossed it up in the air innocently as it dwindled further and further away, just a speck, and then, it was gone.

I stared at him in horror.

“It’s a joke!” Scott threw up his hands. “Just playing around! Trust me when I say you won’t need a phone. I could take away everyone else’s just to make it fair, if you like.”

“I don’t want THAT either!” I fumed. “At this point, I just want to go back to work and try to manage the rest of my day!” I was distracted by the sound of phone ringing and glanced downwards, greeted only with the swell of my own bosom. Past it was my desk, my workspace. The ambient noise of the work day trickled back into my ears. I stood in the middle of the office, re-establishing my bearings, my titanic chest nudging against the edge of my desk. A friend passed by and asked me if I was zoning out.

I sighed and struggled to get back into my chair, perching my keyboard on top of my breasts.

The rest of the day, and the next, were some garish parody of normalcy. True to his word, my breasts just continued to grow every time I attempted to cover them up. I went through three increasingly larger shirts and a jacket in an attempt to restrain them and t took them growing large enough to obscure my torso and graze my knees for me to finally give up on any attempt at modesty. I thought the best I could do was drape a bed sheet over my shoulders, but even that was foiled as the cloth simply wilted away into its component threads and left me totally exposed. With no other choice, I simply had to parade about naked from the waist up with every inch of my blushing flesh on full display. I expected it to be humiliating, not that anyone really stared with the kind of horrified fascination that anatomy like mine would really encourage. All I got was plenty of glances, a few compliments on how “healthy” I looked and the occasional apology when someone brushed against or outright collided with my pillowy mass.

It was one thing to grope and handle my own chest, but coming into contact with other people always brought about an intense...reaction. The first time that it happened, I thought I was having a panic attack, the shortness of breath and overwhelming sensation of being touched. The second time a stray hand bounced off of my bust, I realized that I was enjoying it. The third and fourth time were only partially accidents. By the next day, I was intentionally pinning people to the wall with my own mammoth bust size for the sake of it, garnering the same breathtaking response. The sheer exhilaration of it was starting to lighten my mood.

I began to wonder if this positive reaction was something that Scott had done to toy with me, amping up my sensitivity to sell the idea of having such an engorged frame. But as the week went on, convenience piled up on convenience and I began to wonder if I was doing it to myself. Everything I really needed always seemed at my fingertips. Reports came back on time, any message I sent out at work was answered within seconds. If I wanted to talk to someone, they were always right at my side and available. When I wanted to be left alone, the entire office seemed to grind into silence around me. How much control had I really been offered? Maybe I wanted to justify my own colossal bust with a bit of fun… Scott wasn’t home when I got there, gone without a trace. Maybe it was his way of giving me space. Left to my own devices, I could explore my own body, feel the rest of my form wrapped around those two orbs that seemed to define it. I felt like I was orbiting my own bust, and the rest of the world was too.

By the middle of the week I was barely doing work, inviting people to just stare at or touch those heavenly globes, like they had their own source of gravity. It made me feel powerful. I began to think this was what Scott had meant when he teased what I was capable of.

As I started to think about Scott, he began trickling back into my life, sitting across the room, quietly occupying our apartment, slinking in and out of perception like a cat, or an imaginary friend. As he became an element in my day again, it all started to feel more alien. I was reminded of the effect he had on me, on everything. Paranoia began to infiltrate my thoughts again as he circled closer and closer. My form had given me strength, but I started to feel the unnatural ease of everything. I could feel every ounce of the weight that my expanded assets added to my frame, but I carried them easily. I couldn’t so much as fit into my car, but the stroll from work to home never took more than five minutes and was never tiring. The whole world was folding around me to accommodate my presence and size. But I wasn’t the one at the center of it all. He was.

“What else have you done to me?” I asked. It was a Thursday night and I had been watching the upper half of a movie over the horizon of my boobs when I became aware of Scott’s presence sitting at the breakfast nook. He was halfway through a drink when I inquired of him.  “Hm?” He responded.

“I...I understand the boobs.” I continued. “And all the little things you do, even when you aren’t around. The good luck, the comfort, making everything easy. You even seem to be able to change people, make them polite, or not freak out about me.”  “Just helping out.” Scott smiled.

“Yeah….” I adjusted myself, afraid to ask the question but knowing I had to. “And me? Have you been inside my head? Are you messing with how I feel and think?” The question stuttered and died on my lips as the implications and horrifying possibilities began to play out in my head. If he was affecting my mind, would he even really admit to it? If he was capable of such a thing, couldn’t he just scrub all concept of the idea from my head or erase the memory of this conversation? He hadn’t acted on any of those options yet, and I let the question hang in the air.  “What would make you think that?” He asked me, still calm and friendly, but slightly sobered.

“I didn’t…” I searched for the right words, trying to grasp the source of my accusation. “I don’t think that I should….be feeling this way. About this. About these.” I rapped my hands on top of my colossal breasts like a pair of drums. “I didn’t think I would….I mean I…”  Scott stared at me, waiting for me to complete the sentence.  “I don’t think I’m supposed to like it this much…” I finally said, rattled by my own admission. “And I like it alot. I like being this big, I like showing it off, and I never did before.”  A wide grin split Scott’s face at this, and he got up to amble towards me. “You’ve never really felt this way before. It’s an odd sensation, I know. But it’s real. I didn’t change you in any core way, deep down. I wouldn’t force you to like something or think in a way that would betray who you were before all this. Where’s the fun in that?”

He was standing before me now, looking me in the eye down the valley of my cleavage. “I want you to like this because it’s fun. I want you to want it. And I want to give it to you. I want to give it all to you…”

He reached out, and the tips of his fingers grazed my bare flesh. A lacing tingle of pleasure danced through me at the point of contact and my breath caught in my throat. “Explore it. Accept it.” Scott whispered. “Indulge. Make it yours.”

I reached up, hugging at my own chest and pressing my soft flesh into my face, burrowing head first into the fold of rich, warm skin. They were mine. All mine and so very soft and delightful. I could experience them whenever I wanted. Scott’s hands were on me on the other side of those huge globes, pressing and feeling them. I allowed him to continue, revelling in the warm, potent blasts of sensation that his presence and touch gave me, filling my chest until it seemed to glow with pleasure. He’d been right about letting go, allowing me to experience myself. My legs rose to cradle my breasts, hugging them in the same way that my arms were, my entire body just hanging on to the beautiful weight of my incredible bosom. Scott was pushing deeper into my cleavage like a cave diver as my breath grew ragged and heated, my hips subtly bucking and grinding against the lower curve of my chest as I let the sensations flood through me. Scott seemed to be up to his shoulders inside of me and still going as I brought my head back and let him explore me. He was within me now, swimming in the mass of my own size, going further than I thought possible. Either he was shrinking or I was growing. And then, he faded and was gone. I fell forward onto my bosom and the world dissolved around me, warmth and soft comfort wrapping around me like a blanket.

I woke the next day, face down on my bed. It took me a while to reassemble my thoughts and realize that my anatomy should have made such a position impossible. I shifted myself and brought a hand underneath me, feeling for my own endowments. They had vanished. I lifted myself up from the bed, from between the two pillows I had been hugging close to my face, and took stock. I was back in my room, back to the proportions I had a week earlier and there was the sound of cooking wafting from downstairs. Feeling as though I had awoken from a long, intense dream, I blearily wandered downstairs and sat across from Scott as he flipped a freshly made pancake onto my plate, already drizzling it with syrup.

“You’re a damn tease, you know that?” I told him as I dug into my food. The best pancake I’d ever eaten, obviously.

“You seemed hesitant.” He sat down on the other side of the breakfast table. “So I thought I’d set things back to a default again, remind you of how different it is to be...diminished.”  “You mean ‘normal’?” I countered between mouthfuls.

Scott seemed taken aback by that. He leaned away from me and furrowed his brow. “You’re still using that word. I want to broaden your horizons, while I do the same to your….dimensions. Think of this as exploration, a whole new frontier of experience and perception.”  “Any particular venues of exploration that you had in mind?” I asked sardonically, glancing over my shoulder at my own butt.  Scott seemed lost in thought for a moment, then blew out a long sigh. “Where to start? Every power fantasy you’ve ever had? To be celebrated and adored? How about the ability to eclipse the world? Imagine it shrinking away as you ascend, and venture out into the universe? What if you could take all of creation into yourself, become it? Pass beyond what you thought was real? Or just have a little fun, remake the world on a whim, play with your environment like an artist mixing paint.”  “You aren’t making sense” I muttered as I finished my food. I got the feeling that he was trying to tell me something important, and I hadn’t wrapped my head around it.

Scott seemed to notice my lack of comprehension and shrugged.

“We can stick to dabbling for now. I’ll think of something fun while you find your feet.”

Only slightly worried by that offer, I quickly finished up and got ready for the day. My clothes felt odd as I pulled them on, and by the time I was out the door and on the street, the reason started to click.

My feet were loose in my shoes, and the world around me felt like it loomed overhead slightly more than usual. Between the breakfast table and the front door, I had shrunk over an inch in height.

I decided against doubling back to confront Scott over this new mutation, figuring that getting a straight answer out of him was impossible, and that whatever was going to happen would happen. With this mindset in place, I took in my surroundings. I could certainly fit into my car now, so getting to work would be easy. But I’d grown accustomed to walks, and it was a beautiful day.

By the time I reached the end of the block, I made the choice to veer off my route and head for the park. Maybe it was a stab at control, or me wanting to flex my own share of the power that Scott possessed, but I didn’t feel like going to my job that day. I had a feeling that everything was going to work out no matter what I did. So I veered towards the park, the occasional memorable landmark helping me keep track of my height, which was still very gradually reducing.

I passed the entrance of one of my favourite walking spots just as my clothes became ill fitting in a curious way. While my pants and blouse had become expectantly loose and baggy, they still felt tight and held in place along a few key areas, namely my bust and hips. At this point I was no stranger to a swelling chest, but my hands flew back to feel at my enhanced rear. My fingers sunk into the new padding of my butt, and I swore I could feel it stretch outwards ever so slightly in response to my groping. Undoing a few buttons to let my chest breathe, I casually passed by other morning walkers, my eyeline at an average shoulder height at this point. It seemed as though all the mass I was losing in verticality was being redistributed to my width. Even as my blouse untucked itself and my pant cuffs pooled and rumpled around my feet, I could feel the fabric straining to contain my curves.

I decided that I liked it. There was no point in worrying about my latest changes, and they brought a vivacity to my dimensions that felt as though I was maturing even as I shrunk. I started to adopt a sway to my walk as I passed an ice cream stand, and on cue, people started to notice. I could feel eyes on me as my hips started to brush against my hands, and my thighs began to rub together. My chest swung back and forth in front of me with the familiar heft of breasts bigger than my head, and I subtly hip checked a passerby to ensure that he knew how impressive my assets were. By now I’d shrunk over a foot, and barely came up to the chest of the average person, but my endowments had accelerated. I could easily rest my arms on the shelf of my hips, and I could feel the fabric of my pants start to finally give way at the seams to make way for my titanic ass. My diminutive torso had been completely obscured by melon sized breasts, and I had to struggle to wrap my short arms around them to grab at the last few buttons of my blouse, plucking them open one by one to let my chest bounce free. Just two weeks ago, the thought of stripping down in public would have been mortifying, but my week of enjoying partial nudity had cured me of that kind of thought. I was starting to relish the thought of being witnessed in such a state. Scott had been right, I could do anything I wanted to.

“Excuse me” I asked, pressing my breasts against the thigh of a man who was consulting the park map. They extended over a foot ahead of me at this point, divinely heavy and soft. He glanced to the side, over my head, before panning his gaze down to see me, barely up to his hips, standing amidst a pool of my shredded trousers. I was barely three feet tall, a small head framed by an eclipsing pair of breasts and a backside that extended behind me far enough to be visible from any angle. Dressed in nothing but an open shirt and a pair of panties that were on the verge of failing, I pointed up at the map. The man raised his eyebrows, but didn’t seem to be genuinely shocked. He offered a polite smile. “Can I help you?”

“I wanted to have a look at the map, could please give me a little room?” I was starting to pick up the pace. My eyeline had reduced to below his crotch and my breasts were pressing against his leg again, bridging the gap between us. I could feel the undersides of my enormous buttcheeks grazing the back of my knees. My underwear exploded off of me, tumbling to the ground alongside my trousers and leaving me next to naked. I liked the feel of the breeze against my skin.

The man smiled politely. “Of course. Pardon me.” he shuffled off to one side with a polite tip of his hat, leaving me alone with the sign.

It was still vastly out of my reach and difficult to examine from my diminished vantage point, but I wanted to see it. I focused on the bottom half of the posting and tried to make out the symbols. Very gradually, it became easier and easier to see more of the map. My head slowly tilted down from my upwards crane to track the entire signposting as it reduced in size, until I was looking at it over the top of my still growing breasts. The entire map, once large enough for a crowd to gather around and reference, was now my height and easy to make out. I grinned as what had happened truly sunk in for me. I had done that. This was the first time I’d recognizably shaped the world around me with my own whim.

I silently studied the map until my breasts had grown large enough to brush against the cool metal of the sign. I shuddered in delight at the chilling sensation and staggered away as much as my tiny legs could carry me. I left the miniature sign where it was, not bothering to restore it to its former dimensions or shrink anything or even anyONE else. I was enjoying being this small, watching the rest of the world grow to engulf and embrace me along with my own body.

I stood in the middle of the park, shrugging off the ruined shirt that was my last article of clothing and watching the people around me go by, occasionally smiling my way but ignoring the fact that I was almost two feet tall and gradually being swallowed up by my own breasts and ass. It felt liberating to be free of clothing, and I wondered if I would have chosen to go about like this myself if I had the power and confidence to. Now I was free to indulge in it whenever I wanted to.

Walking was becoming difficult to impossible now. My miniscule but stocky legs could barely lift off the ground without colliding against my mammoth boobs, and I had to stick out my arms to maintain balance as I wobbled and jiggled my way toward the fountain that stood at the center of the park. Finally arriving, I gave out a gasp of relief as I sat back down on my engorged buttocks, now large and soft enough in comparison to the rest of me to serve as an ample roost. I rested my arms on top of the shelf of my bosom and let the cool mist of the fountain settle on my bare skin, making me wriggle like a cat and dig my heels into my own butt. Opening my eyes and realizing that I could see nothing but a wall of my own cleavage, I craned my head to the side, down a valley formed by my breasts on one side and my butt on the other. Casually, I tried to stand back up, and found that I couldn’t reach. I’d finally been rendered vestigial by my own curves.

The realization sent a little shock of pleasure through me, which remained, starting to build in sensation. I rode it, bucking against the pillowy sea of my own body as I grew ever outwards, while my perception shrank more and more until I couldn’t process anything beyond the mass of my own form. It had been like my adventure with my own breasts, but sensually enhanced and even more overwhelming. I felt warmth against my left breast, which signaled the encroaching presence of a hand grasping at my flesh. The fingers and palm could have easily closed around my head, but they still felt so small compared to the rest of me. The inquisitive hand pressed into my body, feeling and groping at my expansive hemisphere and in an instant I knew it was Scott. He was playing with me, fondling and holding my soft, pliable body however he pleased. I buried my face in my own breasts and let out a squeal of delight at the feel of being touched, the pleasure of contact more intense than any intimate sensation I’d had before. I was so small now, and yet so massive. My whole world was my own bulbous flesh pressing and flowing around me as the park, the mist of the fountain and the rest of the world faded away. All I could feel was the heat of my own body, the vibrance of the oceans of fat I was attached to, and the hands of my lover, my master, my servant as he caressed me. But even he seemed to be fading, leaving me to my own devices. My entire world was my own body, my miniscule limbs shifting imperceptibly amidst the rest of me. I let myself drift into my own pleasure.

I slept when the urge came to me, and awoke when I felt a need to, drifting in a dreamlike state as I hung weightlessly within myself, occasionally shuddering with ecstasy when I was reminded of my sheer mass and how overwhelmed I was by it.

I began to lose track of time. I would rise, quake with delight, and lapse into blissful slumber on whim. No passing of light or other stimulus existed around me, just my breasts, just my butt, and me floating in the middle of all of it. I could have continued forever like this, and perhaps I did. My life before all of this, before meeting Scott and even before that day in the park felt like a half-remembered dream that I had abandoned for this new, perfect state. I held the mass of breast flesh that was the front half of my universe and nuzzled into it, sighing contentedly and giving off a little purr until sleep took me once more.

I awoke slowly, padding at my pillows and smacking my lips. The familiar sight of my room around me. What a delightful dream that had been. Or perhaps this was the dream. It was really impossible to tell at this point and it didn’t really matter. Anything was possible now. I shifted and watched a fold of blanket ripple past my face. It took me a second to realize that my arms were above the sheet, and that the fuzzy, white pattern that I was looking at was on my limbs.

I shook away the drowsiness and rose in bed, wakefulness coming to me all at once. My body, in its broad strokes, was more or less back to normal. My butt felt relatively plush beneath me and my breasts might have been bigger than they used to be, but still a manageable size. I had two arms, two legs and a head. Everything else had completely changed. My entire body was coated in a healthy layer of white fur, my arms and legs marked with black, slashing stripes that travelled up my limbs like rungs on a ladder. I felt something stir and twitch beneath me as I drew my legs up towards my chest. Something thrashed within the sheets like a snake, something I was moving without conscious thought. I rolled onto my stomach, grabbing at my own backside to wrap my fingers around what I thought was a long, living tail sprouting from the base of my spine. Unfamiliar muscles on the side of my head twitched expressively. Another rotation and I was on the floor, disentangling myself from the bedsheets and running to view myself in the full length mirror attached to my wardrobe. I took in my naked form.

A wild animal stared back.

She was a tigress, standing on her hind legs with the dimensions of a human. Tall, powerful and captivatingly elegant the way that all big cats are. I blinked, and the piercing amber eyes of the tigress did the same. I looked at her face and it was mine. I had been pressed through the filter of a different species, but they were still my features. It was me. A white furred animal that was beautiful and alien and intoxicating. I wrapped my arms around my new body and breathed out a hot sigh, shivering slightly at the intoxication of this new experience.

My ears swiveled of their own accord as a Lynx strode in, leaning against the doorframe. All he had to do was smile and I knew it was Scott. “Enjoying yourself?” He inquired.

“I...don’t know yet…” I answered truthfully. “This isn’t just, more of what I already had. It’s something different.” My eyes drifted down in the mirror across my feline body to watch my tail sway side to side behind me. Scott approached me from the back, placing his hands, his paws, on my shoulders. I shivered in response to the black pads on his palms making contact with my fur.

“Try it out. Come with me and show the world how magnificent you are.”

I shifted under his touch. “Maybe I should grab something to put on first?” Scott chuckled. “Why cover this up? I think you’ll fit the new trend….”  With that cryptic bit of advice, I followed Scott out to the front door, both of us bare and feeling the air amidst our fur. “Why a cat?” I asked just before he put his hand on the front door.

“You’re the one who thought of it.” Scott offered. “Somewhere in those dreams when you were wrapped up in yourself. And you purr so delightfully when you’re pleased…” He pulled the door wide.

My eyes adjusted to daylight as I took in the rest of the world. And found that I was not alone.

A terrier was out for a stroll with an iguana. Across the street, a ferret was watering his garden and cheerfully waved our way. Every person in view had become a hybrid of animal and person. I felt like I had walked into a cartoonish reflection of my former reality. The entire world had warped around me and my dreams.

I stepped outside, trying to tell myself that this was real. But it had been so long, I was unsure if I was dreaming or awake. And I realized that it didn’t matter. Maybe this entire life, this new world was all just a fantasy that had gotten away from me. Or maybe I’d been dreaming my whole life, and had finally woken up. The life I lived before this felt distant and half-real. I was beginning to question whether I had lived it at all.

My past was fading. And my future was limitless.