Dawn of a New Age
“Uh, uh, uh, you stay on that bed, mister. I don’t need you falling off and hurting yourself.” Dawn said, peering out of the closet at her husband, who stood on their queen-sized bed. Adam stood naked back at his wife. He was lean and fit for a man his age, and he unconsciously held his hands in front of his genitals, like anyone would who was suddenly naked. Even though he stood in their bedroom looking at his own wife, the fact that he now only stood twelve inches tall on the bedspread made him feel inadequate in front of her.
“You know what the doctor said,” she reminded him, calling out from their walk-in closet, “you can’t go around the house unescorted for fear you might injure yourself, or worse, fall to your death. You just stand there nice and let me change out of my work clothes. I’ll be right there, dear.”
“How did this happen?” he shouted out. At his current size, his voice box couldn’t carry his voice the way it used to. Adam had to shout everything he wanted to say in order for Dawn to hear him. “Last thing I remember, I went to bed the night before just fine. Now, I wake up this morning barely level with your kneecap. How the hell am I going to go back to work like this? Nothing even fits me anymore.” Adam sat down on the massive bed and pouted.
Dawn came out of the closet wearing a shimmering red nightie and black cotton thong. The nightie hardly covered the flare of her hips and didn’t do anything to hide her shapely legs. The dip of her thong poked out below the hemline in a subliminal beckoning to her husband. She padded her way across the carpeting to get a better view of her small husband.
“Please don’t pout, honey, you know I still love you. ‘For better or worse,’ right? Well, I’m not looking at this as ‘for worse.’ This is something we’ll deal with as a couple, and our love will not falter in the least.” She sat down on the bed with him, causing a tremor that made Adam steady himself on the mattress with his tiny hands. Dawn towered over him, letting her sandy-blonde hair cascade around her cheeks and over her shoulders. At this viewpoint, Adam saw his wife in a whole new way.
Dawn’s breasts weren’t large by normal standards, but to him, they were huge now. Her nipples poked out of the red silky material, wanting attention. Her flat tummy seemed like a warm, smooth wall in front of him, almost like one of those climbing walls you might see at a sporting goods store. Her perfume caught his attention and he got up to walk closer to his wife.
His large wife’s thighs stretched out on either side of him, forming a V that eventually surrounded him as he stood next to her navel. He looked up, and saw a loving wife smiling back down at him. “How am I even going to pleasure you, Dawn? My little dick won’t even register inside you anymore. You won’t feel a thing.”
“Let me worry about that, Adam. For now, just worry about feeling comfortable in your new size. I’ll take care of everything. You know that my salary can take care of us both, and we have plenty in the bank. No worries, baby. The doctor said that stress could really cause problems, so I want you to take it easy for the next few days. I took vacation days at work, so I’ll be with you all week long. Let’s enjoy our time together.”
“What did you have in mind?” he asked. Dawn answered by getting more comfortable on the bed, almost like a large snake coiling around its prey. She lay on her stomach, but raised her left hip off the bed, and supported her upper body on her elbows. Looking at her husband, she asked him to walk to her face.
Adam did as he was told, and now stood before his massive wife. Dawn’s face hung about two feet away from him and she stared lovingly at him. “Rub that cock for me, baby. I’m still your wife, and I want you, now.” Adam reluctantly grabbed his member and moved his hand around it. “More baby. Give your woman what she wants. Really stroke that bad boy for me.” Adam moved faster up and down his shaft. Before he knew it, his cock was now fully erect, with the cockhead yearning out for the giantess lying in front of him. “Mmmmm, that’s it, lover,” she cooed, “Now stick it in my mouth.”
“You won’t feel it, Dawn. It’s too small.”
“Don’t make me ask twice, Adam,” Dawn said sternly. “I want to take your manhood in my mouth. You let me worry about feeling it pushing between my lips.
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