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Part 5: “Big” Changes

It wasn’t until June was getting ready to head out for her 11AM appointment with a gym client that she finally noticed the persistent tickle between her big cheeks. Annoyed by the sensation, June hooked her index and middle fingers in under each tight leg opening of her shorts and tugged downward. The indecent motion addressed her wedgie, but what it also did was violently slingshot Grant from her crack like a tiny human projectile.

Grant’s shrill cry caught June’s ear as he shot out and away from her huge protruding ass, ricocheted off the wall at her back, crashed into her laced sneaker, and finally tumbled onto the floor between her feet in a pathetic, dizzy pile. He was so small that from his angle, he could barely see the mismatched cotton socks lining up under her ankle bones. Luckily for Grant, June had caught a glimpse of the tiny little flesh-colored thing hitting the ground, and instead of mistaking it for a bug and smashing it under her shoe (which had been her first instinct), she paused to see what it was.

June bent at the waist until she could clearly see the little thing at her feet, spent a moment blinking in disbelief, and then gasped with belated recognition, “Oh my god… Grant?! Is that seriously you?”

Grant, still dizzy and irritated, snapped, “No, I’m John Quinones and we’re filming a television show called ‘What Would You Do?’”

A rogue strand of her highlighted pink hair streaked over June’s eye as she tilted her head, deliciously dramatic enough to inspire a sway in her breasts. 

“...Huh? John who?”

“Of course it’s friggin’ me!” Grant shouted.

“Holy crap! But how did…” June blinked, and Grant watched the gears turning in her head until her eyes shot open with the epiphany, “Oh!!! The remote probably did it!”

“Ya think?” Grant asked incredulously. “You were mashing all those buttons and then I freaking shrank right out of my clothes!”

But June didn’t look all that distressed by the situation. Grant watched the beautiful sparkling green of her big irises move down over his body, and detected something more like amusement, or fascination. It was subtle—much more subtle than the mischievous smirk taking over her face. “Oh yeah, you sure did… You shrank right out of your pants and everything!”

He was stark naked; June could see everything.  Grant rushed to cover his crotch, but the task of maintaining some semblance of modesty was growing harder and harder—literally—as he watched bright curiosity and deviance dancing in his cute friend’s giant eyes. It didn’t help at all that June’s prodigious breasts were nearly spilling out of her top as she bent down to talk to him.

Grant was starting to blush as June sniggered, “I guess that explains why you left your clothes out, huh? Hah! Wow, I can’t believe my new remote can do this to people! How awesome is this?!” June squealed, reaching down and scooping Grant into her hand like unclaimed pocket-change from a busy sidewalk.

“Whoa, not so fast; I’m gonna ralph!” Grant yelped from within June’s fist as she hurried over to the bench, dragging him along like a tiny passenger trapped on the world’s worst roller coaster ride. Her fingers were no longer short and stubby; they were twice the size of him… maybe even larger and they smelled strongly of her typical breakfast of sliced strawberries and blueberries. It wasn’t a scent he or any normal sized person would have picked up, but encased in this metacarpal prison it was impossible for the little man’s sensitive nostrils to miss. The air was so thick with the fragrance, Grant could actually taste the blueberries on his tongue. He didn’t quite dislike the sensation, either…

After reaching down and snatching the remote from her shoe, June rocketed back to her feet and beamed her most mischievous smile between the remote and her dizzy little friend in either hand.

Grant had always thought that despite her abrasive tendencies, June had an undeniably adorable quality to her. Her cutely button nose and her full, pinchable cheeks were spattered with just the right amount of freckles. Among other things, they meant she could pass off as innocent whenever she needed to be, and even her worst antics were usually mostly harmless… But there was nothing innocent about her appearance now, and she looked far from harmless. Not only was she utterly gargantuan, but the look in her eyes was that of someone slowly (or not so slowly) becoming drunk on power.

Grant broke the long, increasingly uncomfortable silence. “Okay well… this was… fun?” The cat-like eyes continued studying him, and he stammered, “But how about we—”

“I wonder what else this thingy can do!” June pondered excitedly, holding the remote up within view of Grant. “Oh, wait!”

Her fingers pinched around the volume knob she’d been playing with earlier and twisted clockwise. “Okay… Say something.”

“...something.” Grant’s voice came out of the speaker of the remote, and this time, June heard it too.

“Ohhhh! That’s what I heard all loud earlier!” June exclaimed proudly, finally catching up to Grant’s understanding. “It was your voice that made me stumble. So technically, if you think about it, it’s your fault that you ended up under my butt.”

“It absolutely is not, you big clutz!” 

June grinned ear to ear: he’d just used the word “big” to describe her. He might just have to get used to using that word around her! “Mmm, well I think it is.”

Grant sighed. There would be a time to argue with June and chastise her over such flawed logic, but that time was not now while he was encased in the warm, firm grasp of her enormous, immovable fingers.

“Alright, well… Time to press the button to change me back.” Grant said with growing impatience.

June giggled. “You serious, dude? Didn’t you hear it speaking Swahili or whatever? I have no idea how to do anything on this thingy except turn your voice up and down. I can play around with the buttons again though.” June hovered her thumb menacingly over a row of controls…

“No! For the love of God, June, read the manual.”

After rolling her eyes the black-haired shortstack plopped back down on the bench. Then she simply let Grant’s body tumble gracelessly from her hand and into her lap so she could grab the enormous instruction packet that came with the remote.

As Grant fought against the profound curvature of June’s inner thighs and struggled to stay atop her lap instead of in it, she leafed pages through her fingers like a flipbook and made no effort to hide her annoyance. “Ugh… I seriously hate reading directions. Look how many pages there are! And this text is like you-sized, which is seriously saying something. What should I be looking up, even?”

“Restoration maybe? Or growth? Shrinky man go unshrinky? How should I know!?” Grant grunted as he staggered around atop the tight nylon mesh of June’s short shorts as if he were competing in a log rolling competition. He couldn’t keep his footing on her soft skin, and she wobbled around so much that he had to constantly pinwheel his arms just to avoid face planting into her bare upper thigh. Or, God forbid, losing his balance and sliding down into that crevice between those huge thighs…

June observed her little friend’s frantic struggles without empathy, “Can you sit still and let me think for like a millisecond? Thanks.” Grant had finally managed to stand upright when June extended one powerful index finger and carelessly pushed him into the very same fleshy crevice he’d been so desperately trying to avoid. After parting her large thighs just enough for his entire body to slip into the space between them, June closed her legs and trapped the tiny man, using her bare legs like a supple yet powerful and possessive vice… Only his head and neck were left poking out now.

“Hey!” The tiny man cried, unhappy at being so casually disregarded. “What the heck, June? Hey!!!” But she wasn’t listening: June’s attention was the rarest of resources, and the book had stolen all of it. Grant could do nothing but wait.

Grant felt like he was buried up to his neck at the beach but instead of sand, it was an endless landscape of creamy, warm flesh in front of him and tautly stretched nylon mesh behind him. Grant tried climbing free but only succeeded in rubbing against June’s skin… Instead, he resolved to sit very still, and try very hard not to think about how he was still naked right now. And how that supple pale flesh just seemed to wrap around every part of him.

“Oh my god!” June said, holding the manual closer to her face.

“What, did you find the restoration process?”

“The whatnow? No, not yet.” June said, thrown off guard by Grant’s question as her frenetic, easily distracted mind was already moving onto much bigger and more fun things. “But holy cow, guess what else this thing can do. Transferrences! I don’t know how that’s different from transformations but the instructions show a picture of–”

A professional voice from across the room asked, “June?”

June’s first panicked thought was to avoid getting in trouble, which meant keeping Grant’s situation a secret. But that was easy. She aligned her index finger over Grant’s head and, simply ignoring his adorably squeaky attempt to deter her, pushed him straight down between her thighs until he disappeared and the sound went away. There was still an inch or two of thigh flesh remaining to swallow him and she utilized every bit of it, pushing him knuckle deep before withdrawing her finger.

“It’s 11:05.” Vanessa said, tapping her wristwatch. “Faith Bradford is ready for her session. Didn’t Grant tell you?”

He sure did, but June didn’t have to worry about a difference of opinion. With Grant safely secured between her thighs, she was free to write history however she saw fit. June smiled sweetly, putting on her often practiced innocent-as-an-angel expression, “Nope, he never mentioned it.”

“That boy…” Vanessa said, rolling her eyes. “We’ve gotta get him out of the clouds.”

“He probably likes how soft they are.” June giggled, squeezing Grant’s tiny body between her thighs. “But I’m sure we could find something else closer to earth that’s just as good.” Squish-squish-squish!

Vanessa chuckled politely but clearly didn’t understand the joke. “Okay well, do me a favor and tell him the wifi’s down whenever you see him next, will you? And get out here ASAP, I don’t want Faith waiting any longer. She’s a premium member, and all that.”

“Sure thing, Vanessa. I’ll be out there in a jiffy.”

The moment she was alone again, June grinned eagerly down to where her legs were mashed together and chirped, “Hey Grant! You still in there?”

A tiny, angry voice emanated from the remote’s built-in speaker: “Where else would I be, genius!?”

“Vanessa wanted me to tell you the internet’s broken or whatever. But you owe me one for passing the message along.” June bounced her thighs together again, smirking as Grant’s response became a series of muffled, static-filled grunts coming out of the remote. It was so funny how she could feel his entire body squishing into her every time she moved!

Eventually June spread her thighs to reveal her secret, and to her delight, found him adhered face-first to the warm, clammy skin of her upper left inner thigh. Evidently her mild jiggling had been too much for him to handle.

“Aww!” June tittered at the sight of him, “You’re like a little Grant sticker!”

For a moment Grant only wobbled in silence, and June watched with a smile as he struggled to separate himself from her. Even his face was stuck to her thigh! June snickered and unhelpfully bounced her leg up and down, just to make his efforts to come free all the more difficult.

“Ugh!” Grant gasped once he’d turned his head, “I think that’s enough of the games, June.” The rest of his body, however, remained tightly adhered.

Gratefully so, Grant thought, and for a very specific reason. 

He was only a flesh-and-blood man: The girl he’d been crushing on for at least a year now had not only been giving him some seriously intimate bodily tours, but she’d spent the entire time giggling and teasing him about it. Whenever she grew him back he was going to give her a stern talking to, and probably make her take him out to dinner to make up for all this, but at the moment… He’d strongly prefer if she didn’t see what he was desperately trying to keep hidden between his groin and her inner thigh. Surely she couldn’t feel it, right?

But Grant’s feeble insistence that the mischief come to an end only encouraged the huge tease. She flexed her leg, watching in amusement as her tiny friend’s body rippled and wobbled against her skin. He was clearly irritated that she wasn’t taking his situation seriously, but that only made it funnier! She could make him jiggle around without even trying!

Grant shouted disapprovingly as he was forced to wobble in place, “June!”

“Fine, fine… Here.” June reached for him, “Do you mind if I break up this love fest you’re having with my leg?” June giggled as she easily peeled him off her skin, her thumb and forefinger pinching tenderly over his chest and back.

“June, wait! Put me down!” Grant shouted, struggling to reach past her huge fingers so he could cover his privates.

June’s playful expression dampened, “What’s wrong???” Worried she might have actually hurt him, she lifted him carefully up to her face.

June would have never dreamed in a million years of being able to hurt Grant. She’d playfully punched him dozens of times, sometimes as hard as she could, but he’d always just laughed it off. As far as she was concerned, he was basically invincible. They were in completely uncharted territory now. She could probably flatten him with her thumb, now that she thought about it… But that’s not what she wanted at all.

June’s intentions were perfectly innocent: She didn’t want to hurt her friend, she only wanted to torture him in a million other ways!

June’s expression of genuine concern was heartwarming, but right now Grant wanted her to do anything but pay extremely close attention to his physical reactions. “No, I’m fine! Just… Ummm… Don’t look.” Grant said, tightening his hands over his crotch as his legs dangled.

Even as June was getting used to Grant’s new adorable squeaky voice, she could still hear the tinge of timidness and shame… and oh, how quickly that playful expression of hers returned once she realized what he’d been so worried about!

“Why? What are you hiding there?” June asked with girlish curiosity, nudging at his hands with a single pinky finger. “Lemme see!”

Grant realized with no small amount of horror that he literally could not stop June from getting her way. At this pitiful size, there wasn’t much at all he could do to prevent any of the giant brat’s impositions… He held on as long as he could, but eventually the annoying girl’s single smallest digit easily forced his hands apart, causing his semi-hard cock to spring forth and slap against her fingertip.

“Oh my god!” June bellowed, bursting into a fit of tight-eyed giggling. Grant bounced helplessly between her fingers as a warm, strawberry scented gust of wind from between her curled lips blew his hair back and made his eyes water. “Looks like you really were having fun down there, huh?”

June had seen Grant naked before; she’d “accidentally” walked in on him changing more than once. Of course, that didn’t make the current situation anything less than unforgettably humiliating for him.

But June was having too much fun to stop.

With the same pinky finger, June gently prodded at Grant’s stiff erection, sending shivers up his spine. “First my butt and then my thigh? What a big day for our little friend here! Haha, or was that just a leftover from when I had my hand down your pants this morning?”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” Grant snapped, hastily returning his hands to cover his stiffening penis. It was stiffer now that June had seen it and responded the way she did, and he really wanted to change the subject before things got any worse, or before she caught on to the effect she was having on him. Or before he had time to think about the fact that June had seemed very willing, even eager to continue playing with his cock… “A-Are you gonna change me back now or what? You heard Vanessa, the router’s down and I gotta fix it.”

“Oh you could hear her?” June asked casually, gently squeezing and shaking her thighs with her free hand. “I’m surprised you could hear anything in all this glorious jiggle.”

Grant had to drag his eyes away from all that glorious jiggle before the embarrassing problem under his hands grew any bigger, “Yeah, and I also heard you totally throw me under the bus to Vanessa with your 11 AM appointment, even though I explicitly told you. Thanks for that.”

June grinned ear to ear like she was the perfect model of righteousness, “No problem, squirt. Ooh, speaking of the blonde chick!” 

June opened her legs and slapped Grant down on the wooden bench between them. She’d meant it to be playful, but it still left him plastered against the surface… But after scraping him from the surface with her fingernail, June could see that he was perfectly fine. So without giving him a chance to recover, she began rolling and flipping him back and forth between her thighs, teasingly knocking him about with her little finger as she declared happily, “Good news, teeny! I’ve decided what my first epic vengeance prank is going to be!”

Grant sputtered as he struggled against June’s assaulting digit like it was a great serpent, “What do you mean, first!?! You already stuffed my clothes in the dirty mop bucket!”

“Oh, that one didn’t count.”

“What? Why the hell not!?”

“Cuz it doesn’t.” June shrugged, indicating she felt no obligation to justify her decision further. She might’ve had to take Grant’s objections seriously before, when he was still capable of overpowering her should she get too confident or too rowdy, but now… Well, things were different. She grinned at the look of indignant fury growing across her tiny friend’s face, and responded by prodding him with her finger again. “Don’t worry though, this next one’s gonna be awesome.”

Grant grunted as June’s huge finger smeared his face into the bench, which was still warm from when she sat on it earlier. He couldn’t believe how much power she had over him… How small he felt between her mountainous thighs, how helpless he was against even just her prodding finger. Of all people, why did this accursed, selfish, impulsive, smug little brat have to be the one to find the damn remote!?! Why couldn’t it have been literally anyone else??? Someone with a shred of decency, or at least half a brain???

He groaned with genuine worry, “Oh god… What are you going to do?” 

June left Grant lying on the bench. She took her time answering, savoring every moment she had Grant’s full attention. Seeing him staring up all cute and helpless between her thighs, hanging on her every word, just waiting for her to decide his fate? His attention had come relatively easy before, but she loved having it all the same, and it was so much better now that he couldn’t look away until she let him. She could get used to this!

“Okay so here’s my conundrum.” June started, already sounding smug as she lifted her left hand to showcase her first point. “I gotta go out there and give Faith Bigboobs her Monday fitness class…”

June lifted her right hand. “...and I really, REALLY wanna see what this ‘transference’ function on the remote does…”

Grant’s heart sank into his stomach even as his rock-solid erection twitched at June’s suggestive tone.

“So what I’m thinking…” June trailed off but she didn’t need to finish her sentence. Her diabolical grin told Grant everything he needed to know as she pressed her two hands together over his head and leered down at him. June had that look on her face that said she knew Grant was going to absolutely hate what she was about to do next… and that she was going to love every second of it. It was so different now… even if the end result was more or less the same. Before finding the BeX remote, June could usually get Grant to go along with mostly anything she wanted by using the various “bodily charms” at her disposal. But now, well… June could make him do anything she wanted, no convincing required.

June playfully waggled the remote over Grant’s head, well beyond his pitiful reach. All the power in the world was just a button push away.

Grant, already suspecting what his future entailed, groaned with dread, “Oh no…”

June could barely contain her excitement, “Oh yes.”

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