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SHORT PUTTS

By. Contrast Lover

As I sit here contemplating my last two years, the same

questions keep

coming to me, without answer. Why? Why me? How? The doctors

gave up trying

to answer the questions six months ago. Oddly enough, I

stabilized shortly

after that and have been stable since that time. That is

not to say that

stable is good, but I suppose it is better than further

deterioration. I've

already had my 15 minutes of fame, being featured in

tabloid and respectable

papers alike, as well as a few talk shows. I soon became

old hat though, as

cheating husbands and lesbian wives proved to be more

attention getting and

profitable. I was told by one host, off the record, that I

have a cute

gimmick, but of course, no one really believes me. Sure, I

may be little,

but I couldnt expect anyone to believe that the pictures of

that 6-ft. tall

guy are really me. Dwarf acts have a short shelf life, I

was told. So here

I am, 40 years old, with a wife and 14 year old daughter,

contemplating my

future at the size of a newborn child. The future is less

than rosy.

Two years ago, I was a 6 ft. tall, 170 pound club pro at a

local golf

course. I grew up playing and loving the game, but was

never quite good

enough to make a living playing it. For years, I bounced

around the

northeast, moving from one assistant pro job to another,

waiting for the

break when I would land a high paying job as a head pro at

a good club. My

wife Mary was always supportive and never complained, even

though I knew the

lack of real roots bothered her and was not the best thing

for our little

girl, Katie. Three years ago, the break came and I landed

my dream job. We

bought a house and all was well, for a year at least.

Around Christmas, 1998, I started getting occasionally

dizzy and didnt

have my usual energy. I went for a check up, where the

doctor found nothing

wrong, but I had lost weight, down to 165. I was given some

vitamins and

told to take it easy over the winter. Most likely, it was

the stress of my

first year on the new job. I did everything I was told, and

weighed myself

every other day. Two weeks later, I had lost another 5

pounds, barely

breaking the 160 mark on the scale. I started to be

concerned.

Concern turned to bewilderment on the night of my 38th

birthday. Mary

and I were going to our favorite restaurant to celebrate.

We both got

dressed up fancy, which we rarely did, and Mary even put on

high heels. She

doesnt' like to wear them because she's a little self

conscious about her 5

ft. 10 inch height, and her 3 inch heels made her slightly

taller than me. I

always loved her look in them though and she made an

exception for my

birthday. Mary was packed off to my parents for the weekend

and we were

looking forward to a romantic evening.

As I was zipping her dress for her, I casually remarked

that I didn't

know she had bought new shoes with a higher heel. She

turned around with a

puzzled look on her face and asked me what I was talking

about. I said she

just seemed a bit taller and I assumed she had new shoes.

As we stood face

to face, I became confused too. My eyes were below her

nose. I asked her to

take her shoes off, and I did likewise. Standing side by

side, we looked in

the mirror and I was barely taller than my lovely wife, by

what seemed less

than an inch.

'I think your should see my brother's chiropractor, Honey.

I think

you've shrunk a little. I understand it happens as we age,

because of

compression in the spinal discs. He can probably straighten

you out before

it starts really causing you pain.' It's probably from all

those years of

you hauling those damn golf bags around and stooping to

place the ball for

those idiot students of yours. I chuckled at her

characterization of the

wealthy members of the club that paid my salary and

accepted her explanation

as reasonable. We went to dinner and had a wonderful time.

That night,

while making love, I had the odd feeling that I was not

just shorter than

before because of a back problem, but that everything about

me was slightly

smaller. As I held Mary's hand, it seemed bigger than it

had. As our legs

entwined, hers seemed longer. As we kissed, her tongue

filled my mouth more

than I remembered. I chalked it up to too much wine and an

overactive

imagination. I decided to see the chiropractor as soon as

possible.

PART 2

The appointment was set for the following week. I noticed

my clothes were

starting to feel big on me. The cuff of my pants dragged on

the floor. My

shoes were loose. The sleeves on my sweater were long. I

felt paranoid. I

couldn't actually be shrinking beyond would could be cured

by a simple

stretching of the back muscles to relieve tightness and

compression.

Although I said nothing to Mary, I sensed that it was

something far more

serious. I arrived at the doctor's office and was asked to

strip to my

underwear in the examination room. After a few minutes, a

woman entered and

introduced herself as Dr. Leslie Cody. I was a little taken

aback, as I had

been expecting a man. I was even more taken aback when I

stood to greet her

and realized that she towered over me. My eyes were below

her chin and I had

to crook my neck up to speak to her. I reflexively darted

my eyes to the

floor to discover she was wearing flats! Standing there in

my underwear in

front of this woman's commanding presence, I felt like a

vulnerable little

boy.

I was told to stand on the scale and did as I was told

without a word.

To my shock, she read off my new vital statistics. I was

now 5 ft 9 ¼, 152

pounds. It struck me that I was now shorter and lighter

than Mary. The

Dr. asked me a series of general questions, but when I told

her I used to be

6 ft tall, she simply chuckled. She explained that people

might shrink as

much as an inch or two over the course of many years, No

one shrinks almost 3

inches in a mater of weeks. Very rarely are people the

actual height they

think they are, she explained. I was probably just mistaken

about ever

actually being six feet tall. I debated whether to tell her

about my

comparison to Mary, the clothes, the shoes, but realized

she simply wouldn't

believe me. I allowed her to examine me, take x-rays and

explore the

alignment of my spine with her hands, which actually felt

very good. In the

end, she measured me again and nothing had changed. She

then told me what I

instinctively knew would be her only conclusion, that there

was nothing wrong

with me. I went home angry, confused and scared.

That evening, I found myself avoiding standing next to

Mary. I really

didn't want to have her notice that I was now smaller than

she was. It

didn't last long. We passed each other in the kitchen after

dinner and 12

year old Katie all of a sudden shrieked with laughter,

'Hey, Dad! What

happened? Mom is taller than you!' 'Don't be silly, Katie,'

chided Mary, I

am not bigger than Daddy.' 'Oh yes you are. Stand back to

back. Please?'

Reluctantly, I stood with my back to Mary's as our daughter

shouted with glee

'Wow! Mom is at least an inch taller. That's so cool!'

Mary turned to face me with a look of confusion on her face

and I saw her

look to the ground to confirm that I was in my socks and

she in her

pantyhose. 'Ok, honey. I guess you're right. Now go do your

homework.' As

Katie bounded up the stairs, it occurred to me that I was

only five inches

taller than she was now, and we were going in opposite

directions. The

thought of actually being smaller than Katie gave me an

awful feeling in the

pit of my stomach. Mary jolted me out of my thought by

taking my hands in

her now larger hands and asking, with great

concern, 'Bill, What's

happening?' I simply shrugged my shoulders. I had no

answer.

PART 3

I decided to just wait a few weeks to see if the shrinking

stopped on its

own. It didn't.

Luckily, it was the season when northern golf pros are on

vacation

anyway, so I didnt have to show up at the club for a while.

By mid January,

I was 5 ft 7, 138 pounds. None of my clothes fit me. We

decided to go

shopping when I realized that my shoes were now so big on

me, I couldn't wear

them without tripping over myself. Mary suggested that,

until we get to the

store to get new shoes, I wear her penny loafers. You

couldn't tell they

were women's shoes to look at them and they just might fit.

To my surprise

and embarrassment, I put them on, over a pair of Mary's

white athletic socks,

and they fit perfectly. 'Now I'm not just a shrimp, I'm a

transvestite too',

I grumbled. Mary smiled and just told me to not be silly.

It was just for a

couple hours and no one could tell. With a sly grin she

added, 'It will be

our little secret', and kissed me on the forehead.

At the mall, everything was a new experience to me. I was

used to being

able to see over crowds and look down to men and women

alike. Now, the only

people I could see over were children and the occasional

petite woman who

might wonder by. I felt weak and puny. I feared what lay

ahead as I grew

smaller. I tried on and bought some shirts and pants, which

took quite some

time since I had no idea of my size. We decided to keep it

to just a few

things, since I may not fit them in a matter of weeks. At

the shoe store, I

was waited on by a giant black man, who had to be 6 ft 6

300 pounds. As he

prepared to measure my foot, he noticed from the label

inside the penny

loafers next to me on the floor that they were women's. He

smiled at me and

said he liked my taste in loafers and held my foot in his

hand longer than he

needed to. His hand was bigger than my foot and before he

put my foot on the

measurer, he told me that he could see already I was a 7 ½

C. A wave of

anger and fear spread over me as I realized this black

giant was making a

pass at me because he thinks I'm a crossdresser. I wanted

to get up and run,

but I didn't want to have to explain things to Mary. I felt

humiliated. He

finally measured my foot the right way and I was, in fact,

a 7 ½ C I bought

a pair of casual shoes and a pair of sneakers and got out

as fast as I could.

On the ride home, Mary mentioned that at least now I had

some decent

clothes to wear to Katie's music recital at school in a

couple weeks. I had

been able to avoid neighbors and friends so far, and I told

her that I didn't

think I was really up to a public event like that until I

figured out what

was happening to me. For the first time since the shrinking

started, Mary

showed a flash of anger at me. 'Well then, you had better

start finding a

doctor who can help you, because we are not disappointing

that child after

all the work she's put into this.' I felt scolded and

meekly agreed.

Three days later, I was at the University hospital, being

examined by the

chief of internal medicine. I was admitted overnight and a

series of tests

were run. The next morning, the doctor asked me if I had

been urinating more

than usual since the shrinking started. Thankful that he at

least appeared

to believe that I was indeed shrinking, I thought back and

realized that I

had been. Expecting a diagnosis and cure on the spot, since

I had given him

the answer he was expecting, he simply gave a thoughtful

'HMMM' and told me

to come back in two weeks for follow up tests.

As I dressed, I was feeling somewhat hopeful, and decided

to take Mary to

dinner at a fancy restaurant. My spirits were higher than

they had been

since the beginning, for a few minutes at least. That was

when I turned a

corner in the hallway and was steamrolled over by a huge

woman in a green

hospital uniform. I went down like a sack of potatoes and

was momentarily

stunned. The woman, speaking in some language I didn't

understand, was

apologetic in her tone and I suddenly found myself being

lifted to my feet

with her hands in my armpits. Still babbling away in what

sounded like

Russian, she brushed me off as she would a child, tussled

my hair and went

about her business. I realized she had handled me as easily

as I might have

handles Katie a few months ago. Totally embarrassed, I

decided that dinner

out was not a good idea just yet. I met Mary in the lobby

and told her

nothing except that they want more tests in two weeks. As

we approached the

car in the parking lot, Mary got in the driver's seat. That

would seem

natural, as it was her car and she had driven to the

hospital to pick me up,

but it was the first time she had driven when we were

together since before

we were married, regardless of which car we were using.

Something in the

dynamics of how we were relating was changing, and I felt

insecure that I was

losing my once unquestioned benevolent dominance over our

relationship.

Neither of us said a word, but the change was thick in the

air.

PART 4

The following Friday was the music recital. I contemplated

faking

illness, but ultimately decided that I had to face the

music eventually, so

to speak. I had taken to wearing sweats and t-shirts around

the house, and

had not yet worn my new clothes. I should have used them

more when I had the

chance.

I had not measured my height since the hospital, but I had

continued to

weigh I every other day. I knew I was down to 125 pounds

and really did not

want to know how short I had become. Mary was starting to

look like an

amazon to me. The new clothes were all big on me now,

although they fit

closely enough to wear without fear of them falling off.

Mary dressed up in

the same dress she had worn for my birthday. This time, she

was wearing

flats, which did not compliment the dress at all. When I

saw this, I felt

bad for her, knowing she was going out of her way to avoid

embarrassing me.

I told her how much I liked her in heels and asked her to

put them on. She

hesitated, but agreed. Then, she apparently misread my

intentions. She

walked toward me with a sly grin and said 'So you think

your great big wife

is sexy, huh little guy?', as she drew me to her in a hug

that mashed my face

into her chest. My initial reaction was to pull away, which

proved

impossible. After a second or two, I felt myself being

aroused. I didn't

understand why. While I knew there were men who had

fantasies of being with

women much larger than they were, that had never been my

thing. Yet, I

couldn't deny the feel of my growing erection against her

shapely thigh.

Leaning down, she kissed me full on the lips and then

released me, saying we

didn't want to be late.

At that moment, Katie knocked on the bedroom door and

complained through

the door that she cant wear 'these stupid shoes' with her

dress, and that she

just had to wear her new ones. I had no idea what she was

talking about, but

Mary sighed for a moment and finally told Katie to go ahead

and wear the new

shoes. Katie screamed with glee as she trotted back to her

room. 'What's

the big deal about a pair of shoes?', I asked. Mary took my

hands in hers

and told me how important it is for a girl her age to be

seen as stylish.

She had allowed her to get a new pair of shoes the other

day, but told her

she couldn't wear them tonight. Seeing I still had no clue,

she squeezed my

hand a little and told me that they were platform shoes

that would make Katie

quite a bit taller than me and she didnt know if I was

ready for that. She

also told me that, in case I hadn't noticed, Katie was in a

growth spurt.

She might even be taller than me without the shoes. She had

discussed these

things with Katie, but she didn't really understand how my

shrinking must

have been affecting me. For the first time since the ordeal

began, anger

rose within me. I was being treated as an object of pity by

my wife and even

my daughter. I decided to put an end to it once and for all

I stormed into the hallway and called for Katie. She came

from her room

in a beautiful new dress and clunky platform shoes. I

walked right up to her

and found her to be at least three inches taller. I

confronted her. As

calmly as I could in my state of rage, I explained to her

what she already

knew about my shrinking and added that just because she may

soon outgrow me,

I am still the head of this family and she should never

worry about

embarrassing me. I would figure out the problem and be back

to normal soon

enough. In the meantime, nothing has changed. Mary stepped

in and asked

Katie if she understood what I was saying. Confused, the

poor girl nodded

yes, but added that she didn't do anything wrong. Mary

comforted her, saying

'We know, Sweetie. Daddy just had to clear the air a

little. Now go finish

your hair and we'll leave in a few minutes.' I felt awful

now and added

nothing to Mary's comments. I turned to walk away and Mary

followed behind.

As Katie went back to her room, I could swear I heard a

faint giggle.

PART 5

The recital was not as traumatic as I had feared. I had

anticipated

having to field countless questions from other parents

about my new size, but

it never happened. Mary went early with Kate to help her

get ready and I

slipped in the back of the auditorium after the lights went

down. During

intermission, no one seemed to recognize me. One father

gave me a quizzical

look as if he thought he knew me, but looked away quickly,

apparently

deciding that I must just be someone that looks like me,

only smaller, like a

younger brother. I slipped out immediately at the end of

the show and was

home a half hour before Mary and Kate.

Daddy, did you see me play?

Yes, Katie. You were wonderful. The best of everyone I

thought.

How come I didnt see you there?

I was in the back row.

Katie seemed perturbed. She obviously didnt think I went.

She

approached me and stood right face to face with me.

Yea? Then what piece did I play? Her tone was angry.

I had recognized the piece, but Im a golf pro. What the

hell do I know

about classical piano? I felt myself going on the

defensive.

I..I dont know the name of it. Its the one youve been

practicing for two

months.

Ive been practicing three different pieces. You werent even

there, were

you?

I looked up at my 12 year old daughter, staring me down

from atop her

platform shoes, which gave her a small height advantage,

and I felt like a

child being scolded for fibbing.

Yes I was. It went like . I hummed some of the piece as

best I could.

Oh, Daddy, you were there. Im sorry. She hugged me and I

felt her

strength. Ive always been very slim and as she hugged me, I

felt her weight

and realized she probably outweighed me already, even if I

was still slightly

taller.. It was all very disconcerting.

Mary had run to the bathroom as soon as she came in and had

missed the

whole thing. I didnt mention it. I went right to bed and

pretended to be

asleep when Mary came in. As she undressed, I

surreptitiously watched,

feeling like a voyeur with my own wife. I felt as if i was

becoming someone

else and didn't really have the right to watch my own wife

undress. I was

glad I had snuck those three quick shots of Old Granddad

before they got

home. In a few minutes, I was asleep for real, until the

nightmare awoke me.

PART 6 I awoke with a start. A terrifyingly loud and

strange noise was coming

from outside. The room was bright, though it was the middle

of the night.

I ran to the

window and realized on the way there that this was not my

bedroom. The

furniture was

different. The window was in the wrong place. Here the hell

was I? Then I

realized I

was naked. The noise got louder. I looked out the window

and it semed that

the street

was moving, buckling like a bridge in an earthquake. And it

wasnt my street.

I saw no

familiar landmarks. It didnt even look like a street now,

more like shifting

sands. It was

the color of sand.I ran out of the room and found the

stairway, running to

get outside and

see where the hell I was and what was happening. I ran out

the front door,

oblivious to

my nakedness, and was able to see all that was before me. I

froze in shock.

The shifting

ground was not the ground at all. It was, unbelievably, my

lovely wife,

seemingly as long

as a football field . Her breasts heaved back and forth as

she lay on her

back, making

noises I had never heard before. Was she in pain? I had to

help her somehow.

No. Wait.

Whats that? Between her legs. It cant be. A head, the size

of a full grown

weeping

willow tree. A tongue, sliding itself across my wifes No.

This cant be

happening.

I banged my head on the door a few rimes to try to knock

some sense into

myself. The

head loked up. It must have heard me. O shit! Its eyes

looked right at me.

I scanned its

face and my stomach turned. It was Bob Lent, my assistant

pro. He laughed.

Hey, Mary. Look whos up! You said hed sleep for hours..

Damn it! He

should have slept till the morning with the dose I gave

him. Bill, you get

back in your

house right now and well discuss this in the morning. My

house? I turned

and

looked at the house I had just left and suddenly recognized

it. It was

Katies old doll

house. I stood there, frozen. Bill, I said get back inside

and go back

to bed.

NOW! My giant wife was bellowing at me. Aww, leave him be

Mary. It looks

like he was enjoying the show. Come here, little fella,

wanna get a closer

look? Stop

it Bob. Cant you see hes scared enough already? Scared,

schmared. He

wasnt too

worried about my feelings last year when he thought he

could fire me. He

was a big man

then. His gaze never left mine..Not such a big man now, are

you Billy? Now

Im

gonna show you how a real man makes love to your wife. Come

here. Ill give

you a

close up look.BOB! Dont. Leave him be. You might hurt him.

Come here

little man. His hand reached for me. It was wider than I

was tall. I

backed up against

the house. A thumb and forefinger encircled my waist. I was

being lifted. I

screamed. I

screamed again. Wake up honey. Wake up. Youre having a bad

dream. A

strong hand held my shoulder, lightly shaking me. I opened

my eyes. I was

back in my

own bed. Mary was beside me. You were screaming bloody

murder. What the

hell

were you dreaming? I gathered myself, rolled onto my back

and looked

around.

Everything was as it should be. Im sorry sweetheart. It was

nothing. Go

back to

sleep.You sure? Thats not like you.Im sure. Sorry I woke

you.We both rolled

back

over , back to back. OK, if you say so.It was not until

then that I noticed

my

erection.                                                                                                                         

Part 7                                  

                                                                                     

A week later, I was back at the hospital for further testing. Mary drove, as had

become the the unspoken norm since I had become smaller than she. I was sent to

an examining room and told to disrobe. After sitting naked for what seemed like

an hour, geting angrier by the minute that they had not supplied me with a gown,

a large black nurse with a Jamaican accent entered and chuckled at me. 'What you

doing sitting there with no clothes on ? ' I stood to protest and realized she

was taller than Mary and twice as wide. I felt like a little boy cought doing

something wrong. 'They, ... I mean ... the other nurse didn't give me a gown'

'Well, no matter. You don't have anything I haven't seen before>' Again she

looked down at me and chuckled. 'Let's measure you and weigh you and then well

get you something to wear, OK?' Her tone was very condescending. She motioned me

to step on the scale and I shudered when I heard the readings. 'My, You're a

little one now, aren't you? Five foot two and a half and 112 pounds.'

I guilped at the realization that I was shrinking even

faster than I had been. The nurse left the room and returned a mamoent later,

tossing me a gown. Again, I was left alone with my thoughts for what seemed an

eternity. How small would I become? How would I continue my job if I continued

to shrink? How would I support the family?

Technicians then started coming and going, taking from me

my blood, my urine, my stool, my saliva, a scraping of my skin, a lock of my

hair, and even a vial of my semen. None of them could provide an explanation of

why the samples were needed, but all assured me it was just 'routine' The semen

sample was particularly difficult for me to produce, as the setting was hardly

arousing to me. Searching my brain for an image to conjure up the necessary

excitiement, a memory from years past, long ago buried, forced its way into my

consciousness.

I remembered the day I first saw Mary. She and her family

had just moved into the neighborhood and we shared a bus stop. I was fifteen

years old and just starting senior high school. I was also skiny and scrawny.

Altough it didn't occur to me at the hospital, I remember now that at the time I

was the same size I was again at the hospital, about five foot two and 112

pounds. I was shy, geeky and introverted. As far as I knew, I was the only kid

in my grade never to have had a date or kissed a girl. Even the kids in the

chess club had each other. My small size and young face made me look like I

belonged in sixth grade, not 10th, and I didn't have the personality to overcome

my 'shortcomongs'. The second I saw Mary, my heart melted, for she was the most

beautiful girl I'd ever seen. I knew immediately she was out of my league

though, as she seemed a foot taller than me and obviously a senior, or at least

a junior. I knew from that moment on that I would have to be content with

worshipping her from afar.

I studied her and sensed that she was uneasy and seemed as

shy as I was. She talked to no one and seemed to slouch, as if trying to hide

the fact that she was tall. I wanted to say hello, but my fears ruled and I said

nothing. She looked my way and I managed a weak smile and nod, before quiockly

looking away. As I turned my gaze, I thought I saw her smile back, but I chalked

that up to wishful thinking.

Seconds later, the junior high school bus pulled up and, to

my amazement, Mary got on. It wasn't until three weeks later, after watching her

every morning at the bus stop, when my parents invited Mary's parents over for

drinks, that I learned she was only 12 and in the seventh grade. For some

reason, that information gave me some hope that, if I do something over the next

couple of years to make a name for myself, maybe a short skinny 17 year old

would have a chance with a tall beautiful 14 year old. I thought and thought all

night. I knew I was too small for football and basketball and had never realy

liked baseball. I wasn't smart enough to be valedictorian or anything like that.

I remembered though that, the summer before, my father had taken me to the local

golf course and I played for the first time. As I hit the ball off the first

tee, I was surprised that it sailed straight down the fairway about 150 yards,

but I assumed it was just an easy thing to do. The club pro happened to be

watching and complimented me, asking how long I had been playing. When I told

him it was my first time, he didn't believe me until my father confirmed it. For

reasons I didn't undersdtand at the time, the pro seemed to be following me

around as I played the round. I hit a lot of bad shots and had no idea how to

putt, but I also hit many good shots. At one point, he came over and adjusted my

grip and told me to swing as hard as I could at the ball. The ball sailed over

the green from 180 yards out. When we finished, he told me I had an unusual

natural talent for the game and that he could make me a fine player if I was

willing to devote the effort to learn. Lessons were expensive though and my

father politely tolf him we weren't imn a financial position to make golf a

priority. As we were leaving, the pro called to me that, as soon I was 15, if I

wanted to work at the course and get free golf and lessons, I should come on

back.

As I lay in bed thinking of Mary, I decided to become the

best golfer my school had ever seen. Then she'd pay attention.

Sitting on the hospital toilet, gown bunched up around my

waist, I remembered watching Mary that first day at the bus stop. I remembered

wanting to kiss her, but not knowing what it would really be like. I remebered

wanting to touch her breasts, already evident under her bulky clothes. As the

memories flooded into me, my juices flooded out of me. My mission was

accomplished.

I never did see the doctor that day and was told to come

back in a week, after he reviewed the labn results. On the ride home, Mary told

me she had the strangest day dream as she was waiting for me. She said she was

remembering the first time we met. The first time we actually spoke was when I

was a senior and was receiving the award as male athlete of the year at a year

end awards dinner for athletes. I had filled out to 6 feet tall by then and had

realized my goal of becomong the best golfer in the school. In fact, i had

become the best high school golfer in the state, winning the state tournement by

six shots. Mary was sitting next to me on the dias, being honored as the female

athelete of the year. Still only a freshman, she had won the state all around

swimming title, setting two state records in the process. She had no isea I had

done it all for her and that I had been worshipping her for more than two years.

To this day, I have never told her. We spoke and got along great, each of us

having overcome our shyness, at least to a point. By nights end, we had agreed

to a date for the movies and our life together had begun.

'Yes, honey, I'll never forget that awards dinner. You were

beautiful.'

'No silly, not the awards dinner. At the bus stop my first

day of school in seventh grade. You smiled at me and I smiled back. You were the

cutest little thing I'd ever seen. I had a crush on you for years. I even

started swimming to get your attention. I bet you didn't know that did you?

Funny how things turn out'

I looked across at my huge wife and she sniled at me as she

put her arm around me and hugged me to her. I switched off the air conditioner

in the hoipes my goose bumps would go

away.                                                                                                  

                      PART 8

Another week passed and I could tell I was still becoming

smaller.My new clothes were all too big on me, as well as my shoes. Katie was

definitely bigger than me now, and I found myself avoiding being close to her.

One day, I came into the kitchen to have coffee with Mary,

and I tripped over my own pants. I fell ass over tea kettle, losing one of my

now oversized shoes in the process. Mary rushed to help me up, and as she

brushed me off, i felt like she was inspecting me for cuts and bruises, just as

she did when Katie was younger and would fall.

'Looks like we have to do something about this clothes

situation again. Until we get to go shopping, I have a plan. Come with me

upstairs.' It wasn't a request or a suggestion. It was a direction. Mary had

never spoken to me like that before. I was confused and embarrassed by the fall.

Part of me wanted to say 'Whoa! Who do you think you're talking to?' For reasons

I still don't understand, I said nothing and just followed her up.

As Mary proceeded me up the stairs, I watched her firm

bttocks and strong legs, a sight i had always enjoyed in the past. My feeling

now was different. It was not my usual lustful appreciation. In retrospect, It

was fear: fear that I was no longer man enough for someone that big and strong.

It was also intimidation, realizing as I looked at her most powerful body part,

just how much stronger she must be than I was at the moment.

'Go in the bedroom. I'll be there in a minute' Again, I did

as directed, without a word. As I sat on the bed, my feet now dangling where

they once reached the floor, I heard Mary go into the attic and return moments

later with a big black garbage bag full of clothes. She spilled the clothes onto

the bed, an assortment of mostly jeans, t shirts and socks.

' Start trying these on. Most of it should fit.'

'Where'd you get this stuff,Mary?'

'Don't worry where I got it, just see if it fits.' There

was impatience in her voice.

I hesitated, but started to undress, as she rummaged

through the pile. As I got down to just underpants and socks, she turned to me

and looked disapprovingly. I looked down and saw my shorts hanging off my hips,

about to let go and fall to the ground. The toes of my socks extended a full

inch past my feet.

'Those shorts have to go too. I'll pick you up some

tomorrow. The socks I think we can handle here.' Take it all off and try these

on', as she handed me a pair of jeans and a t- shirt. I protested and said I'll

leave my shorts on thank you very much, and her impatience grew.

'Honestly, Bill, do you think I'll see something new in

there? Maybe smaller, but not new.'

Before I could even react, her tone changed and she was

immediately apologizing. 'I'm sorry, honey. That came out the wrong way. I know

this is hard on you. It' hard and stressful on me too. I'm so worried about

you.'

The apoloy was sincere, but the damage was done . I felt

humiliated.

'Now let's just get this over with, Ok honey? Take off

everything and try these on. '

I meekly sripped off my remaining coverings as she looked

on with a watchful eye. Again, i felt like she was regarding me as a child, not

a man. I tried on several sets of jeans and t shirts plus a couple of button

down shirts which i had trouble with, because the buttons were backwards for

some reason. About half of the stuff fit, while the other half was a bit too

small. The things that fit she put in my dresser. The things that were too small

went back in the bag and up to the attic..

Upon her return, she was carrying a pair of Nike sneakers

that looked brand new, but upon closer inspection I could tell they had been

slightly worn. I put them on over some white crew socks from the bag and they

fit just right.

I felt much better as I went back downstairs, dressed in a

well fitting pair of Levi's and a flannel shirt from the Gap. When I asked her

about the buttons, Mary told me that's a thing that the Gap does to nake their

clothes a litle different. Never having been a shopper, it seemed reasonable

enough for me. I was still curious about the origin of the clothes, but let it

slide, figuring she'd tell me when she was ready.

Just then, Katie walked in the front door, returning from

school. She said hello and started upstairs , but stopped and turned back to me

wih a quizzical look on her face.

'Daddy....?' She walked over to me and stepped close. In

her platform shoes, I was barely as tall as her shoulder as she looked down at

me.

'Daddy, Is that my shirt from last year?'

A second later she took my arm and turned me to look at the

label on the back of the jeans. 'And are those my old jeans?'

'Of couse not. Don't be sil...' I didn't finish the word as

I saw Mary walking up behind Katie with a sad look on her face. I looked up at

Mary in bewilderment. 'They.. they're not, are they?'

Mary didn't say a word, she just nodded yes.

Upon seeing this, Katie screeched with laughter and turned

back to me, looking me over again. 'You look so cute in them Daddy. Well, i have

homework.' She bounded up he stairs, muttering to noone in particular how she

couldnt wait to call Cindy laer to tell her.

I felt a tear well up in my eye as Mary stepped to me and

wrapped her arm around me, drawing me to her chest and stroking my hair as I

buried my cheek in her bosom and

cried.                                                                                                               

                      Part

9                                                                                                                        

Weeks passed and i continued to grow smaller. Tests and more tests were done. I

was able to get a paid leave of absence from work, but I knew that wouldn't last

forever. The doctors said they had figured out part of the problem, but had

never seen it before and didn't know what to do about it. It seems that i was

shrinking at the cellular level, with my individual cells becoming smaller as a

result of losing fluid. I was also secreting a hormone that had never been seen

before, but they didn'.t know if the two were connected.

Life at home settled into a routine. I rarely went out,

except for medical visits, and I helped out a lot at home. Mary took a part time

job. She didn't say anything, but I knew she was worried about me being able to

support the family. I had new clothes, mostly things like t-shirts that could be

long and loose as I grew smaller, and gym shorts or sweat pants with an elastic

waist. Mary usually bought them without me, because she knew shopping in the

children's section embarrassed me. The first time I had to do it I was

mortified.

Mary took me to the mall and we headed to the boys'

department at Sears. We weren;t sure of my size, but Mary knew that Kate had

recently outgrow girls size 14, so we started with boys 14. She picked out a

pair of jeans and a polo shirt and told me to go in the dressing room to try

them on. She waited outside for a few moments while I changed, then called to me

with a hint of impatience in her voice to ask if they fit. I had already

determined that they were way too big, but didn't want to yell it out. When I

hesitated, Mary came into the room and pulled aside the curtain. 'Obviously

they're too big. Why didn't you answer me?' She was making me feel like a

misbehaved child, though I am sure that wasn't her intention.

Before I could stammer out an answer, the saleslady

appeared at the entrance to the room and asked Mary if there was anything she

could help her with. She smiled a little smile in my direction, but did not

address me. . Mary told the woman, who appeared to be well into her 60s, that

she was having trouble getting the right size. 'Oh, you're not alone,' replied

the saleslady, 'they grow like weeds at this age. My grandson is already out of

things I got for him just six months ago. The best thing is to just take

measurements and check the charts.' With that, she produced a tape measure from

her dress pocket and addressed me directly for the first time. 'Ok, sweety, lets

take off that shirt and those pants and see how much you've grown.' I looked to

Mary to save me from this awkward moment, but she simply Said, 'It's ok, honey.

The lady is just going to measure you so we can get the right size clothes for

you.' The smirk on her face told me she thought it was funny that the saleswoman

thought I was a young boy, and that she had no intention of telling her

otherwise. When I stood there motionless for a second or two, Mary simply

stepped to me and, before I could react, took the shirt I was wearing and

slipped it up and over my head, leaving me bare chested. 'Shall I do the pants,

too, or are you big enough to cooperate now?' Red faced, I undid the pants and

slipped them off, so that I was now standing before Mary and the batty old lady

in nothing but my socks and the new briefs that Mary had bought me the day

before.

As she started to measure my chest, waist and hips, the old

lady tried to make small talk with me by asking me what grade I was in. When I

didn't answer, Mary just chimed in that I can be very shy with people I don't

know. 'Well, that's a good thing to be careful with strangers, the way the world

is these days.' Addressing me again, when she had finished the measurements, the

lady said, 'Do you think you'll be all right here by yourself for a few minutes

while Mom and I go pick out a few things that should fit you?' I shot an angry

look at Mary, who was having trouble keeping a straight face, and she answered

for me that I would be fine, as the two of them walked out, leaving me standing

there in my underwear.

Mary returned a little later, alone, with an armload of

clothes in sizes 10 and 12. Most fit fine and we bought about a week's worth of

casual outfits. When we got to the car, I exploded. I yelled at Mary to never do

that to me again. Her initial reaction was to laugh it off, saying it was funny

to see the old lady so easily confused, and that it was certainly better to let

her think I was a little boy than to try to explain that I was shrinking. When

she saw that logic didn't persuade me and that I was still very upset, she

changed her demeanor and apologized. Since that day, she simply brought home

clothes whenever she thought i needed them and we never discussed the matter

again.

That night, we made love for the first time in a long time.

It was a new experience being so much smaller than Mary, and both disconcerting

and strangely erotic at the same time. There was no question who was stronger,

as i found myself being turned twisted and rolled into various positions by

Mary, seemingly without effort. When we were done, I was laying on top of her,

my head between her breasts and my feet on her shins. The last thing I remember

before falling asleep in that position was Mary kissing the top of my head and

humming a lullaby .

Giantess Stories: SHORT PUTTS

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