Melissa's Breakthrough, Epilogue

Here it is, everyone -- the last chapter of this story! It's really been a blast for me to write this one, so I'm sad that it has to come to an end...but who knows? Maybe sometime in the future we'll check in on Melissa and Steve again and see what they're up to. Until then, though, this is the end of this story. Enjoy! <3

Epilogue

One month later, Steve was sitting on the sofa in the living room, anxiously chewing gum, his fingers busily spasming on his gamepad as he tried – and failed for the tenth time in a row – to beat the level on the game he was playing. The screen flashed the now-familiar “You Died” message, and Steve slumped back, shaking his head as he let the controller fall onto the cushions beside him. He tried absentmindedly blowing a couple bubbles with his gum, but it didn’t really work, and he was left to just sit there, his mind beginning to wander. For some reason that he couldn’t quite understand, he felt agitated.

Almost reflexively, he glanced over at the large armchair in the corner, where Melissa’s huge, curvy body was splayed out unceremoniously in the middle of several large piles of academic journals. She was still 6’10, and her thick thighs were squeezed into a pair of short black soffes, while her enormous tits were stretching out a simple white t-shirt to its limits. She looked just as hot as ever, but even still, Steve couldn’t help but think that her gigantic limbs looked comical, with one leg draped over the armrest and one full, strong arm poised in an odd crooked shape over her head, her long finger occasionally lowering down to scratch the top of her head. As usual, she had her face buried in the middle of one of the large, thick journals – this one entitled Biomacromolecules – so he couldn’t see her expression.

Steve sighed to himself, sinking a bit deeper into the sofa. As much as he was trying to be “normal” these days, there just wasn’t any getting around it – nothing felt normal. It didn’t matter that Melissa had managed to grow him all the way back to his previous 6’1, without any lasting effects from his previous adventures of diminishment. True, the two of them had continued to enjoy an intimate, steamy relationship, with Melissa routinely instigating blowjobs out of the blue, and with Steve himself actually gaining back the confidence to make the first move as well. Even aside from the blowjobs, they had sex almost every day, and often multiple times at that. The intensity and passion of all their crazy size adventures was not something they could “come back” from, and so, fittingly, their relationship hadn’t dimmed even after Steve regained his previous size.

But that wasn’t what was throwing Steve off right now; that’s not what was agitating him. Their sex life, as awesome as it was, had settled into a kind of pattern, so it wasn’t at all out of the ordinary that they had already made love twice that day. Melissa had chosen to remain 6’10 – “I can’t go back to being smaller than you,” she had smirked down to him – and so, even though he was back to normal size, Steve could still enjoy the feeling of her large, powerful body overpowering him, dominating him. Far from agitating him, though, their connection allowed him plentiful opportunities to expel any tension he was feeling. Melissa seemed to take particular pleasure in teasing him up to his bursting point, and then going in for the kill for one of her trademark gawking blowjobs, or for a marathon fuck-fest in the middle of the living room, where she would ride him through several orgasms, not stopping until he was completely spent.

As crazy as it sounded to Steve, though, this dream of a relationship with Melissa didn’t seem to be enough. There was something else, something elusive and deep inside him that was burning…something that he hadn’t had the courage to confront yet. He sat there slumped back into the sofa, his gaze following Melissa’s random movements as she adjusted her huge body in the chair. He saw it all…the subtle wiggle of her thick hips, the jiggle of her big thighs, the shy bounce of her enormous breasts as she turned the page, scribbling down chemical formulas on her notepad. Steve felt the slow heat beginning to creep into his cock as he started to get hard. She was already so big, so tall and thick, so immense and strong and tall and powerful and…amazonian…everything he could possibly want in someone else.

‘But it’s not someone else,’ he suddenly realized, feeling his breath beginning to quicken as his brain worked, ‘It’s not about Melissa – she’s…she’s perfect, just the way she is. It’s about…me.’

Steve looked down at himself, his eyes going over his arms and hands, his legs, his entire body as it slouched into the sofa. He had spent weeks upon weeks looking forward to growing back to his normal size, anxiously and longingly hoping for Melissa to make a breakthrough in her research, but now that he was all back to normal, he felt empty. It was wonderful that he and Melissa were engaged in such a hot dynamic, but there was a gigantic hole in the picture for Steve. There was one glaring fact that he had now finally realized, that was complicating everything.

He wanted to be smaller again. It was ridiculous to realize that this was the source of his agitation and dissatisfaction, but once the epiphany popped into his brain, there was no denying that it was true. He didn’t feel right at 6’1 anymore. Sure, Melissa still towered over him, and sure, she outsized and outmuscled him in every department, but it just wasn’t enough. The memory of staring up at those skyscraper pillars of her thighs, of lying enmeshed in between the hot, creamy oceans of her tits, of feeling so utterly and impossibly dwarfed…it all just made Steve desperately crave being smaller.

He shifted on the sofa, sitting up slightly higher as he glanced over at Melissa again. She was scribbling away in her notebook, her face still hidden by the thick journal as the hurried sound of her pen scratching against the pad. There was no indication that she was even aware that Steve had been looking at her.

‘Huh…whenever she gets deep into her research,’ Steve thought, ‘She doesn’t really notice anything else around her. I could strip naked and keep playing games and she wouldn’t know for hours.’

He chuckled to himself, somehow trying to push the recent epiphany out of his mind. He could feel a wall of resistance rising up inside him. Surely that wasn’t actually what he wanted, right? This was all just “horny thinking.” It had to be. He had JUST gotten back to normal a few weeks ago. And now he wanted to reverse it all over again!? No, no, it couldn’t be.

And yet, the longer he sat there trying to ignore it, the more insistent the realization became in his mind. The sterling simplicity cut through every denial like a hot knife through butter. This was exactly what he wanted. This was why he hadn’t been happy the last few weeks. This was why, despite hours and hours of the steamiest sex with a 6’10 amazon, he had remained unsatisfied. He wanted to shrink again. How small? Steve didn’t really know. At least below 5’0. He wasn’t sure if he was quite ready for the “inch-tall” phase again, but the thought of having to look UP at Melissa’s breasts, and of staring straight forward into her soft stomach, excited him beyond any last shred of resistance. He knew that she could do it to him. He knew that she could shrink him back down. His breath was coming even faster now, and his eyes locked onto Melissa across the room. He could feel his heart hammering in his ears. All he had to do was ask her.

“Uh…Melissa…?” he heard himself say. His voice sounded almost defeated, like he was cornered by his own desires. But, at the same time, it trembled with excitement.

“Hm?” came her short response from behind her journal, the sound of her scribbling uninterrupted. She hadn’t looked up. Steve could see the top rims of her glasses just above the top of the pages. He couldn’t believe that he was about to say this, but before he could talk himself out of it, the words just spilled out of his mouth:

“I…I want you to shrink me again.”

The scribbling suddenly stopped, and the next moment, without adjusting any of her haphazardly-positioned limbs, Melissa’s spectacled eyes appeared over the top of her journal. Steve registered the striking image of her piercing, discerning gaze, directly above the Biomacromolecules title page. It was somehow the perfect image of her – archetypal. Melissa slowly lowered her glasses onto her nose as she put the journal down, and Steve could now see that she was smiling coyly at him.

“There we go,” she hummed playfully, “Finally. Took you long enough.”

“Huh?” Steve asked, surprised and confused. He had spent all that mental energy working himself up, and now…Melissa wasn’t even surprised!?

“I knew you’d ask to be shrunk again eventually,” Melissa explained, lowering her legs from their awkward positioning so that she was sitting straight up in her chair, facing him. “I hypothesized you’d last two weeks, but it took a bit longer than I expected, so…I suppose you can feel proud of your willpower.”

Steve opened his mouth and closed it again, furrowing his brow. He was used to Melissa being a step or two ahead of him, but, far from congratulating himself on his “willpower,” he felt like his pride had been wounded. He sat there for several seconds, not knowing what to say, until he finally remembered why he had spoken up in the first place. Now that it had been consciously acknowledged, his desire to be smaller had a way of cutting through everything else.

“So…uhm…can you do it?” he ventured, his voice sounding small.

“Can I make you smaller again?” Melissa asked, tilting her head to the side. She gave a great big sigh, inflating her already-huge tits to an even greater size as she lounged there in her archchair chair. “Well Steve…I don’t knowwww…”

Steve could feel his desperation growing. He knew that she could. She was just toying with him right now, teasing him, drawing it all out just so that she could enjoy watching him squirm.

“Come on Melissa,” Steve pleaded, no longer caring how pathetic he sounded, “I know you can do it, so just…just please. Please make me smaller again.”

“Hrmmm, it really is a nice thoughttttt,” Melissa mused, obviously having fun, “But I’m not really suuuure, Steve…”

Her eyes sparkled mischievously at him, and Steve immediately understood. She wanted him to beg her…to really beg her, and even though he could almost viscerally feel the last remnants of residual pride leaving his body, at this point, Steve didn’t care.

“PLEASE!” he cried, clasping his hands together as he hammered them into his thighs, “Melissa…I’m BEGGING you! I don’t want to play around! I…I don’t wanna do ANY of it! I just really, REALLY want you to make me SMALLER again! Please…I need it…I NEED it. PLEASE!!”

Melissa’s smirk widened and she suddenly stood up, the immense pillar of her body a sudden tower in the living room as she sauntered over to him, her voluptuous curves jiggling and bouncing with each step she took. The next moment she was standing directly in front of him as he continued to sit on the sofa, his entire body now under her shadow.

“Stand up,” she ordered, gesturing with her hand, “Come on, up, up!”

Steve did as he was told, and a second later he was staring straight into the bottom of Melissa’s neck. With both of them in their bare feet, she was a full 9 inches taller than him. His eyes rose up to meet hers, and she silently perused the comparison of their bodies, indicating for him to do the same. Even though, at 6’1, he was taller and larger than the average man, the comparison was simply ridiculous. She was just so voluptuous, so enormous and curvy and full and strong – all while retaining that tantalizing femininity – that Steve was left breathless. The intentionality of her comparison was what really got him going, and his heart beat faster and faster, the heat in his face reaching a feverish intensity as beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.

Melissa pursed her lips, her eyes briefly meeting his before continuing to scrutinize Steve’s body as she tilted her head slightly to the side. It was almost like she was looking for something…expecting something…

And then, quite suddenly, it started happening. Steve was staring at Melissa’s neckline one moment, and the next he was looking straight into her shoulders…then the top of her cleavage…then directly into those enormous, plushy boobs…then into the top of her stomach…and then, finally, in a drastic final spurt, he found himself eye-to-eye with the thick, rounded curve of her colossal hips. He had shrunk down all the way to 4’5.

“Gyyyuuaaaaah!” Steve cried out from the sheer surprise and speed of the shrinking, and Melissa had to reach down and steady him with one hand, while her other one covered her mouth to hide her laughter.

“Easy there…don’t fall!” she giggled, “Oh goodness, I’m so glad! It worked!”

“It…w-worked!?” Steve panted. The only reason his pants were still up on his shrunken body was because they were being held up by his completely erect cock.

“Yes! It worked!” exclaimed Melissa merrily. She slowly extended her huge thigh out, hitting Steve softly but firmly in the chest, forcing him to stagger backwards. She pursued him, bumping her thigh into his chest with each step, not letting him recover, as he stumbled back towards the wall.

“You’ve been sooooo moody lately,” she continued, effortlessly forcing his body back as she smiled down at him, relishing in how easy he was to control at this size. It was clear that Melissa had been looking forward to this moment for some time. “And I knew why, Steve…it was so obvious.”

“I-It was?” he stammered, still staggering backwards.

“Come on,” laughed Melissa, “The way that you’d just stare at me without even realizing what you were doing, the way you’d orgasm extra-fast whenever I…oh geez, what is that phrase called? When I say hyper-sexual things to you with the express intention of eliciting a heightened state of arousal?”

“Uhm…dirty talk?” asked Steve, momentarily puzzled. Even in the midst of his intense arousal, staggering back from the force of her gentle thigh-blows, it still never ceased to amaze Steve how many blind spots Melissa had to the most basic cultural phrases.

“Dirty talk, that’s the one!” she cried, “Yes – whenever I’d dirty-talk to you during sex about how much bigger I was, you’d just immediately orgasm. And it wasn’t a mystery to me why, Steve. We both know the truth now. You love how huge I am compared to you. You love being smaller than me. And, deep down, after I grew you back, you always wanted to shrink back down again.”

BUMP

Melissa had backed Steve into the wall, and there was nowhere for him to go. She reached out and put her hands on the wall, high above, looming over him as she gently massaged her huge thigh in between his legs, encouraging his cock to harden further still. His shrinking appeared to have stopped at 4’5, with the top of his head barely even scaling the curve of her immense hips. Steve whimpered, overwhelmed with gratitude and relief on one hand, and on the other, overpowered by the intensity of his own arousal.

“And so I decided to take it upon myself,” Melissa said, “To fortify your cereal this morning with a little tailor-made retrovirus.”

“A…a virus!?” Steve exclaimed, momentarily alarmed. “You infected me with something!?”

“Oh relax,” Melissa chuckled, producing a small blue vial from between her tits, “I’ve got the antiviral right here, if you ever want it, butttt…” – she buried it back in her creamy cleavage – “I don’t think you ever will.”

Steve couldn’t believe it. Well…he could, actually…nothing was past Melissa at this point, but the way she had hoodwinked him this time was unprecedented.

“Now the virus won’t do anything bad to you,” Melissa explained, still rubbing her thigh up against his cock, “Trust me – I’ve put it through several trial runs, and…well, long story short, the pathogen is pinpoint-perfect for one purpose: to make you smaller WHENEVER you get aroused.”

“S-So I’ll shrink…if I get hard?” Steve panted.

“Yes!” she replied brightly, “I’ll explain the mechanism to you real quick.”

“No…no please…” tried Steve, putting up his hands, knowing what was coming, but Melissa was already off and running.

“You see, the virus penetrates key tissues, yes?” she smiled down at him eagerly, “Especially the hypothalamus, the adrenal glands, and the skeletal muscle. And I designed it to insert custom DNA that codes for a set of dormant proteins and enzymes, chief of which is the – well, I’ll just skip their names, since you’ve whined over and over to me that you “weren’t a science major” and all that. Okay, fine. So anyway, these proteins lie dormant unless triggered by a specific biochemical state, namely a neurohormonal cascade when the host – that’s you, Steve – becomes sexually aroused.”

“Excellent…wonderful,” breathed Steve, trying to somehow cut her off, but Melissa wasn’t going to be stopped. Steve could already feel an orgasm coming on as he stared helplessly up at the underside of her overhanging boobs, high above his head, quivering as she continued her explanation.

“When you get aroused, the body floods with – and remember these, Steve – dopamine, norepinephrine, testosterone, estrogen, oxytocin, and, of course, cyclic adenosine monophosphate. The virus detects a threshold combination of these chemicals—essentially a fingerprint of intense arousal, and once detected, it initiates a transformation, which, in a nutshell – to use that common metaphor, heheh – is microtubular retraction combined with intercellular compression.”

“Melissa…” whispered Steve, “Please…I…I’m getting cl–”

“Shh! This is the best part!” she cut in, pushing her thigh a little more forcefully in between his legs and then starting to lift him up off the floor, so that his feet were dangling. “Microtubules, which maintain cell shape and structure, begin to retract, allowing cells to become more compact. Intracellular fluid is shunted into transiently-formed vacuole reservoirs, minimizing volume. The extracellular matrix is temporarily restructured by artificial proteins, allowing tissues to fold inwards without damage.”

“F-fascinating,” croaked Steve, “But I’m really about to c–”

“Do you want to hear about the osseous tissue or not?” Melissa demanded. “Come on Steve, this stuff is…uh…“totally rad,” as you kids like to say.”

Steve was now straddling her massive thigh, high up in the air, but even in this position he had to just stare up in wonder at Melissa. Never in his life could he have conceived of someone so locked-in and genius-level in one sense, and so hilariously clueless in another.

“So bone matrix is made temporarily malleable by engineered osteoclast-like cells,” persisted Melissa, totally oblivious, “Which allows skeletal reshaping without pain or fracture. Organs are downscaled with the help of synthetic mitochondria-like organelles that temporarily offload energy and waste.”

She pushed off the wall and spread her arms triumphantly, while still supporting Steve on her raised thigh, with her knee pressed into the wall. With her arms spread like this, her boobs seemed to expand.

“And the overall result?” she concluded grandly, “A full-body compression, shrinking you to a fraction of your original size!”

Steve would have applauded if he had possessed the wherewithal, but right at the end of Melissa’s long explanation, the combination of everything that had happened overcame him, and his cock spasmed, dropping his pants down to the floor before he began cumming hard. The first spurt painted Melissa’s left tit, and she looked down, realized what was happening, and abruptly seized Steve under his armpits, pinning him to the wall, with his legs draped over her powerful shoulders as her open mouth went straight for his cock.

“Hey!” she cried, “That goes INSIDE me!”

The next moment, the living room was full of Steve’s squeals of pleasure as Melissa engulfed his cock in her mouth and sucked HARD.

“GUUUUAAAAAAGGGAGAGAGAGAGAGAAAAAAACKKAGAGAGAGAGA!!!” went the guttural, primal gawking sounds of her throat, her cheeks concaving as she gulped down torrent after torrent of his hot seed.

Half an hour later, Steve was breathless, sitting back on the sofa, staring at the TV screen. The “You Died” message still comically flashed on the screen. After his shattering orgasm, he had slowly grown back to his normal 6’1, gaining an inch or two every few minutes as the flood of his sex hormones receded in his body. It was so crazy, looking around the room now. Melissa was sprawled back in her huge armchair, her pen scribbling some complicated formula in her notebook, just like before. The only thing that looked different about her was that her hair was all messy from shaking her head back and forth as she deepthroated him. Other than that, it looked like nothing had happened.

Steve was beyond amazed of all that Melissa had done, all that she had discovered and accomplished just for him, and, in the quiet stillness of their domestic setting, he felt his brain fire off into an even deeper submission to her. He knew that he would now shrink every time he got aroused, potentially all the way down to 4’5, before slowly regaining his size each time, after every succulent orgasm Melissa jerked or sucked or fucked out of him.

But Steve wanted more. He was so overcome by his submission now that he couldn’t bear to be adult-sized any more, not even for a moment. Before he even realized what he was doing, he jumped up from the sofa and fell on his knees in front of Melissa’s armchair, in front of her awkwardly-sprawled 6’10 amazonian body, his trembling hands clasped together and held up in one final plea.

“Please, Melissa…I’m begging you!” Steve implored, “I…I don’t want to be big anymore! For any time! Ever! I just…I want to be small forever! Please…please keep me small, Melissa! PLEASE!”

For the second time that morning, Melissa peered out over the top of her journal, then lowered it fully and adjusted her glasses once again. Her smirk said it all – she had been expecting this moment too, and was very pleased that it had come.

“Well Steve,” she purred, “The only way to do that is to keep you permanently aroused…”

She licked her lips down at him and, in an odd flurry of ungainly movements, she brought her limbs down from their awkward postures, knocking over a few stacks of science journals in the process. Her bare feet slipped and slid on a few of the journal cover pages, nearly causing her to topple over. Even in the intensely-submissive mindset he was in right now, Steve still felt the corners of his mouth twitch upwards in a grin. Melissa had clearly been trying to nail a sexy, fluid stand-up motion, and had failed spectacularly.

But a moment later she was on her feet, looming over him once more, her hair disheveled and in her face, her eyes widening joyfully, eagerly, hungrily, as Steve felt that old familiar tingle in his bones. He was starting to shrink again.