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She straightens back to her full, imposing height, smiling lovingly down at me as she rises. She turns back to the counter and I breathe a silent sigh of relief, thinking that I was finally being given a reprieve from my wife’s relentless teasing. My breath catches as I realize how wrong I am.

“So, Honey…” She begins, arching her back as she reaches high above us, her thick ass thrusting deliciously out behind her. I watch as she effortlessly reaches the very top shelf, extracting something from the very back like it’s no problem at all. I’m awed by her size, how tall she is, her long, flawless legs showed off perfectly in her tight skirt. Even at my old height I struggled with those stupid cabinets...

“I got a call from the facility today. Can you guess what they told me?”

I cringe at the mention of it - The facility, that horrible, awful place… some subsidiary of her new job, I don’t know the details, but it was responsible for everything.

“N-No…” I squeak, meekly fiddling with my fingers in front of me. I dread her next words, knowing that any news from the facility would almost certainly mean even more trouble for me.

“Oh baby, it’s such good news! Such wonderful, excellent news…” Her mood is completely opposite of mine, so giddy, almost ecstatic. “They are so happy with the way that the experiment is going! So very, very happy they told me!”

“Oh, uh, that’s good… I suppose…” I agree halfheartedly, not sharing her enthusiasm.

“Yes... so good.” She replies sweetly, happily humming to herself, her plump backside wiggling deliciously from side to side, “So good, in fact, that they said they’re ready to begin our next round of treatment!”

‘Oh God no…’ A chill of fear shoots down my spine. “They… T-They are?” I stutter, barely able to get the words out. Another round of treatment?

“I signed us up for an appointment tomorrow morning,” She tells me, “Isn't that wonderful?” She’s on the balls of her feet, absolutely tittering with excitement.
“T-tomorrow?” I stammer, “That's so soon…”
“I knoooow! Gosh, I can’t wait! I’m so excited Honey, aren’t you?”

She looks back at me expectantly, her brilliant green eyes glimmering at me with unbridled glee. I look down at the floor, frowning, anticipation filling my puny body. It’s not just that I’ve lost my size, but my conviction, my force of will as well.

“I’m… I’m going to get even smaller?” I ask, hoping that she picks up on my reluctance.

“Yes Honey,” She confirms happily, running a hand sensuously over the curve of her enormous left breast, smoothing out some non-existent wrinkle, “and I am going to get even bigger.”

I shudder in shameful arousal, something that even for a moment doesn’t go unnoticed by her.

“Oh, you like that don’t you?” She asks, “Are you excited to watch me grow? I’ll need new clothes again soon, maybe I can take you with when I go shopping this time!”

I manage to tear my eyes away from her, hearing her giggle delightedly at my reaction. I try not to, but I can’t help but think about her dressing up for me, showing off that ridiculously curvy body of hers in a slew of new outfits each bigger than the last. I try not to imagine the chasm of cleavage that would show over her neckline, her giggling, showing off her massively enhanced body for me as she loved to do.

“No…” I whisper, my hands balling tightly at my sides. I gather my composure and manage to say a little louder, “N-No!”

“No?” She cocks her head own at me, an amused smile pulling at her lips. “You don’t want to come shopping with me? Aww, but I was thinking you could help me pick out a new swimsuit...”

“What? Ack, N-No, I…” I sputter, almost losing my nerve right there. The thought of her in a bikini, her heaving bustline on full display, her thick, bubbly hips... God… I steel myself though, taking a deep shuddering breath before looking her in the eyes and telling her like a man, “T-The facility… I’m not going.”

I see her smile twitch but it doesn't falter, something glinting in her eyes. A heavy silence lingers for a moment. I can hear my own frantic heartbeat.
“Yes honey, you are.” She tells me after a time. Her tone is patient but firm. I can tell her mind is made up but so is mine.

“I’m not!” I yell, “Look at me Lisa, I’ve gotten so s-small already… isn’t this enough for you? For them? I mean this is insane! I look like a freaking kid!”

She giggles at that, the melodic titters sending chills down my spine, “Gosh, you’re right… you do kinda look like a little boy…”

Just like that she makes me feel even smaller, all the wind taken out of my sails. Her disarming words strip me of the meager authority that I have left. I open my mouth to rebut but she’s already turned away, her heels clicking against the linoleum with each long, elegant stride.

“We will talk about this in the living room.” She calls over her shoulder, her inky black tresses shimmering in the flourescent light of our kitchen. I watch those thick hips sway hypnotically, that prominent shelf of ass behind her flexing and bouncing as I watch her purposeful little show. She shimmies her jacket off her shoulders - slowly, just for me - and with one last coy glance over her shoulder she leaves it in the doorway before disappearing beyond it.

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Part 1 - www.deviantart.com/doubleburge…

Part 3 - www.deviantart.com/doubleburge…

Description

Part 1 - www.deviantart.com/doubleburge…

Part 3 - www.deviantart.com/doubleburge…

Art done by the wonderful and talented Marmotap. You can check them out here: www.deviantart.com/marmotap

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She straightens back to her full, imposing height, smiling lovingly down at me as she rises. She turns back to the counter and I breathe a silent sigh of relief, thinking that I was finally being given a reprieve from my wife’s relentless teasing. My breath catches as I realize how wrong I am.

“So, Honey…” She begins, arching her back as she reaches high above us, her thick ass thrusting deliciously out behind her. I watch as she effortlessly reaches the very top shelf, extracting something from the very back like it’s no problem at all. I’m awed by her size, how tall she is, her long, flawless legs showed off perfectly in her tight skirt. Even at my old height I struggled with those stupid cabinets...

“I got a call from the facility today. Can you guess what they told me?”

I cringe at the mention of it - The facility, that horrible, awful place… some subsidiary of her new job, I don’t know the details, but it was responsible for everything.

“N-No…” I squeak, meekly fiddling with my fingers in front of me. I dread her next words, knowing that any news from the facility would almost certainly mean even more trouble for me.

“Oh baby, it’s such good news! Such wonderful, excellent news…” Her mood is completely opposite of mine, so giddy, almost ecstatic. “They are so happy with the way that the experiment is going! So very, very happy they told me!”

“Oh, uh, that’s good… I suppose…” I agree halfheartedly, not sharing her enthusiasm.

“Yes... so good.” She replies sweetly, happily humming to herself, her plump backside wiggling deliciously from side to side, “So good, in fact, that they said they’re ready to begin our next round of treatment!”

‘Oh God no…’ A chill of fear shoots down my spine. “They… T-They are?” I stutter, barely able to get the words out. Another round of treatment?

“I signed us up for an appointment tomorrow morning,” She tells me, “Isn't that wonderful?” She’s on the balls of her feet, absolutely tittering with excitement.
“T-tomorrow?” I stammer, “That's so soon…”
“I knoooow! Gosh, I can’t wait! I’m so excited Honey, aren’t you?”

She looks back at me expectantly, her brilliant green eyes glimmering at me with unbridled glee. I look down at the floor, frowning, anticipation filling my puny body. It’s not just that I’ve lost my size, but my conviction, my force of will as well.

“I’m… I’m going to get even smaller?” I ask, hoping that she picks up on my reluctance.

“Yes Honey,” She confirms happily, running a hand sensuously over the curve of her enormous left breast, smoothing out some non-existent wrinkle, “and I am going to get even bigger.”

I shudder in shameful arousal, something that even for a moment doesn’t go unnoticed by her.

“Oh, you like that don’t you?” She asks, “Are you excited to watch me grow? I’ll need new clothes again soon, maybe I can take you with when I go shopping this time!”

I manage to tear my eyes away from her, hearing her giggle delightedly at my reaction. I try not to, but I can’t help but think about her dressing up for me, showing off that ridiculously curvy body of hers in a slew of new outfits each bigger than the last. I try not to imagine the chasm of cleavage that would show over her neckline, her giggling, showing off her massively enhanced body for me as she loved to do.

“No…” I whisper, my hands balling tightly at my sides. I gather my composure and manage to say a little louder, “N-No!”

“No?” She cocks her head own at me, an amused smile pulling at her lips. “You don’t want to come shopping with me? Aww, but I was thinking you could help me pick out a new swimsuit...”

“What? Ack, N-No, I…” I sputter, almost losing my nerve right there. The thought of her in a bikini, her heaving bustline on full display, her thick, bubbly hips... God… I steel myself though, taking a deep shuddering breath before looking her in the eyes and telling her like a man, “T-The facility… I’m not going.”

I see her smile twitch but it doesn't falter, something glinting in her eyes. A heavy silence lingers for a moment. I can hear my own frantic heartbeat.
“Yes honey, you are.” She tells me after a time. Her tone is patient but firm. I can tell her mind is made up but so is mine.

“I’m not!” I yell, “Look at me Lisa, I’ve gotten so s-small already… isn’t this enough for you? For them? I mean this is insane! I look like a freaking kid!”

She giggles at that, the melodic titters sending chills down my spine, “Gosh, you’re right… you do kinda look like a little boy…”

Just like that she makes me feel even smaller, all the wind taken out of my sails. Her disarming words strip me of the meager authority that I have left. I open my mouth to rebut but she’s already turned away, her heels clicking against the linoleum with each long, elegant stride.

“We will talk about this in the living room.” She calls over her shoulder, her inky black tresses shimmering in the flourescent light of our kitchen. I watch those thick hips sway hypnotically, that prominent shelf of ass behind her flexing and bouncing as I watch her purposeful little show. She shimmies her jacket off her shoulders - slowly, just for me - and with one last coy glance over her shoulder she leaves it in the doorway before disappearing beyond it.

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Part 1 - www.deviantart.com/doubleburge…

Part 3 - www.deviantart.com/doubleburge…