Chapter 1: Introduction
Over the next couple weeks, things almost seemed to stabilize a little in Blaire and Brent’s household. Of course, Blaire’s appetite for sex and food had only seemed to increase, as did the size of her already tremendous body. Her height continued to hover at just over 8 feet, since Blaire had purposefully tweaked her growth formula in order to enjoy the comparisons with Brent (who likewise remained just at 4 feet tall) at almost exactly twice his height. Her girth and bulk, however, just kept increasing, and as the days went by, Brent watched in dumbfounded amazement as Blaire continued to pack on the pounds, getting fatter and fatter. Her stomach now hung down easily in between her legs when she was either standing up or sitting down, and the great fatty bulk of her ass, her hips, and her legs made Brent feel positively teeny whenever he was anywhere close to her. At this point, it was obvious that there was more weight and substance in one of Blaire’s forearms than there was in his entire skinny little body. And, as Blaire was fond of reminding him, she wasn’t planning on stopping her growth any time soon.
That aspect of the household — Blaire’s continued growth — was therefore in constant flux, but, at least as far as Brent could tell, he could feel himself beginning to slip into a kind of routine that he was getting used to. He continued to act as Blaire’s “house boy,” performing a variety of chores and tasks for his goddess, but unlike it had been like in the beginning, Brent was actually starting to feel that he had a real place by Blaire’s side. Before, he had been tormented by feelings of jealousy and neglect as he heard Blaire have hours and hours of sex with Luke, Sharon, and all the others. Brent had, of course, been immensely turned on by all of these humiliating experiences, by knowing that he was totally inadequate, but he had also had to work his way through some of the psychic trauma of having his sexual fantasies come true in real life. He had not been entirely prepared to deal with ACTUALLY being inadequate, tiny, and pathetic to Blaire.
But a new normal was starting to emerge. Blaire’s desire for food and flesh was unquenchable, and Brent realized that he was going to have to get used to the idea that he was going to be the one serving her, watching her, and cleaning up after her virtually non-stop, for the foreseeable future.
One morning, as Blaire was inhaling a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon larger than Brent’s entire body, he decided to broach a subject that had been nagging at him.
But as the days went by, Brent started to notice some changes in how he was feeling. Things seemed…almost lighter…friendlier…warmer. While it was true that Blaire continued to have copious amounts of sex with people other than him, Brent wasn’t feeling nearly as left out. There were several reasons for this. To start with, Blaire had gradually begun to alter the way she behaved around him. During the first few weeks of their new dynamic, she had often come across as a little more heavy-handed and cruel than she perhaps had intended. She was definitely getting off on being so much bigger and stronger than him, it was true, but she had also been trying to play up the power dynamics between the two of them, to dwell on them in an intense way in order to firmly establish the reality of their new bond.
Blaire had known that it was going to take some time for Brent to accept what she was turning him into. She could tell that, underneath all his excited squirming and begging to serve her, there was still a part of him that was resisting this new life.
After all, she reasoned, this was a man who had spent most of his life being on top, dominating others, both in the boardroom and in the bedroom. It wasn't going to be a very short or easy transition for him to become her full-time slave and fuck-toy.
About a week later, there was no doubt left in Brent’s mind — he was getting shorter and skinnier. Thanks to his intensive fasting, he had been getting punier all the while, but his height loss had temporarily ceased a few weeks back, since Blaire had told him cheerily that she had wanted him to remain around 4 feet tall. Being just over 8 feet herself, Blaire had told him that she particularly enjoyed the dynamics of being exactly twice his height, and that she wanted them both to stop taking their growth and shrinkage serums respectively, just so she could enjoy him at the size he was.
But now, after a week, it was clear that Brent was continuing to shrink, and there seemed to be nothing that he could do about it.
Every morning, he would wake up with a sense of dread, and then he would double over the certain knowledge that he had become even smaller than the day before. He had to adjust the length of his belt almost daily, and his pants were now like tent-like sacks on his body. His arms and legs seemed to be getting twiggy, and his chest was hard and bony.