Joyce Julep
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Wanna Go Out?
🕑 Added 2024-12-20 01:37:08 +0000 UTC“Ooooh that was Anastasia!” announced Bailey, sitting up excitedly on the sofa as she quickly sent a responding text on her phone. “She’ll be over in ten minutes!”
“Great…excellent…” Grayson muttered from the far end of the sofa. He curled up uncomfortably against one of the throw pillows, holding his phone in both hands as he tried to distract himself by scrolling Instagram.
“Awww look at you,” giggled Bailey, “You’re so nervous!”
“Well yeah I’m nervous!” he replied, a bit indignantly, showing that he didn’t appreciate his younger sister’s amusement at his distress. “Actually, you know, I think I might just go up to my room and let you guys –”
“Oh noooo, no way!” Bailey protested, her eyebrows creasing together as she shook her head. “Come on Grayson, don’t pussy out like that – she knows that you’re staying over at our parents’ now, and she wants to see you!”
Grayson sighed, staring blankly at his screen. He knew that Bailey was looking at him searchingly from across the sofa, and he could sense that she was beginning to actively temper her amusement. It had been an adjustment period for everyone – his mom, dad, and Bailey – since he had moved back in with his parents after his hupostolephasia diagnosis. The condition wasn’t life-threatening, and his shrinking had stopped a couple months ago…so there was always that. But Grayson was still very much in the early stages of learning to accept the fact that he was now permanently 3’9.
“Did you tell her?” he asked Bailey in a small voice, after a few moments of silence. He knew he sounded a little pathetic asking like this, but amidst the everyday struggles of being a 25-year-old man who was 3’9, this was a tiny drop in the bucket.
“I mean…yeah, of course I told her,” Bailey said, her voice softer and more empathetic now. “It’s something major that’s been happening in my life, and I’ve always told Anastasia everything, so…she knows.”
Grayson sank further into the side of the sofa, letting his phone drop between his little legs. It was his normal-sized phone, the same one he had had for a couple years…but it felt huge in his hands now, and looked enormous as it sat there on the sofa in between his bare feet. His life was packed full of these kinds of moments now, size comparisons with ordinary things that were now gigantic from his perspective. He wasn’t trying to be a sourpuss right now – he really wasn’t – but it was tough not to feel like ordinary life was closing in around him. And now adding Anastasia to the mix, with the “history” between them…
“If it makes you feel any better,” continued Bailey gently, “She doesn’t hold anything against you for…heh, you know…what happened.”
Grayson glanced up at his sister. At 5’6 and 140 pounds, Bailey wasn’t terribly big or tall, but compared to Grayson, of course, she looked colossal. The last couple years in college, she had put on about 15 pounds, giving her a pleasingly curvy figure…and it was moments like these, when Bailey spoke to him gently, that Grayson was reminded how much she wanted to be a mother, and how good of a mother she was going to be. She had the right touch, the right vibes; she knew exactly when to dial back her playful nature and turn up the empathy.
‘God what is it with me!?’ thought Grayson, looking away from Bailey. ‘All this ‘mother’ stuff in my head…is this the virus talking!?
Grayson had not exactly been looking forward to Anastasia coming over. His younger sister’s best friend had been away at college for a few years, and while Bailey had gone to visit her a few times, this was the first time that Anastasia had actually come back home to see her friends and family. At 25, Grayson was 3 years older than his sister, and since they had gone to the same schools, that meant that he had always been at least marginally acquainted with Bailey’s friends growing up. Ever since 3rd grade, Anastasia had been Bailey’s best friend, and even though Bailey had chosen to go to an in-state college, while Anastasia had gone way out-of-state, the two of them had maintained their close bond the past few years, a rare example of a childhood friendship blossoming into adulthood.
Aside from his shrunken body being a source of embarrassment, there was one very good reason for Grayson’s trepidation about Anastasia’s visit. The last time he had seen her in person was 7 years ago, when he was a senior in high school and she was a freshman…and he had turned her down when she asked him to Homecoming. Anastasia had always been an audacious spark-plug of a young girl, and she had developed quite the crush on her friend’s older brother, to the point where she had managed to work up the courage to ask him out. Grayson had replayed the event over in his head a few times since it had happened, and, all in all, despite the public nature of his rejection (she had asked him out in the main courtyard, in front of everyone), he thought he had handled it pretty well. He had managed to recover from the shock of Bailey’s lanky, spunky friend just coming straight up to him like that and asking him, and gently but firmly told her that they weren’t going to be a couple.
‘Like…really, I didn’t do anything wrong there,’ he thought afterward. ‘I was nice, gentle…but I didn’t lead her on. I mean, what else was I supposed to do!?’
He had since largely forgotten about the little “incident,” but now that Anastasia was on her way over, Grayson found himself replaying it again over and over. Glancing over at Bailey to try and distract himself, he could see that she was smirking to herself.
“What?” he asked suddenly, feeling uneasy, “What’s so funny?”
“Huh?” asked Bailey, raising her eyebrows and playfully pretending not to know what he was talking about.
“You have this look on your face,” Grayson replied, “Like you know something.”
“Hmm, well…maybe I do know something…” Bailey answered back, shrugging, allowing her smirk to vanish temporarily before it reappeared again after a few seconds. It was like she just couldn’t hold it back.
“Have you…have you seen any pictures of Anastasia?” Bailey ventured, staring sideways down at her brother, “Like, recent pictures?”
“Uh, no…” Grayson responded, “Since, you know…I’m not in the habit of stalking the facebook profiles of my younger sister’s friends.”
“Smartass,” chuckled Bailey. “Too bad you deleted all your social media a few months ago…you could see how Anastasia, uh…haha, well…how she’s grown up.”
“Bailey, I get it,” sighed Grayson exasperatedly, “She was already tall in high school, so she’s probably like 5’10 now or something, so she’ll just totally dwarf me, and it’ll be awkward, and…and you’ll be happy. There. Is that what you wanna hear?”
He had expected his sister to come back with some kind of snappy riposte like she usually did, but instead, Bailey just kept sitting there, that same smirk not leaving her face, as she stared straight at him.
“You don’t understand,” she declared after a few seconds of silence, “These last few years, Anastasia’s gotten into bodybuilding...like, REALLY into it.”
“Oh great,” Grayson huffed, “So she’ll make me look even smaller…wonderful…I can’t wait…”
“No, you still don’t get it,” Bailey persisted, now starting to laugh, “She’s not just muscular, Grayson…she is JACKED. Bigger than anyone I’ve ever seen. Anyone. Man or woman.”
“Come on,” Grayson countered, shaking his head, “Now I know you’re just trying to rile me up.”
“Uh-huh…just wait and see,” Bailey nodded knowingly, sticking her tongue into the inside of her cheek. “Oh, and Grayson? She’s not just tall…”
KnockKnockKnock
Three loud, powerful raps came at the front door, making Grayson jump.
“Well, go on!” Bailey said, pointing to the door, “Answer it – I told her you’d let her in.”
“You did not,” Grayson said, his face falling.
“I did,” Bailey laughed, “Go on, I’m not getting up – you’re answering the door.”
Grayson knew that Baily was putting her foot down, and, being 3’9, he had already started to get used to doing as he was told when she spoke in this tone. Reluctantly, he slid off the sofa and started to head toward the door, before turning back towards her.
“She’s…not just tall?” he ventured uncertainly, no longer caring that he wasn’t hiding his anxiety. “What do you mean?”
“I mean…” smirked Bailey, “That she’s 6’9.”
Grayson felt a shocked chill icicle through his chest. Six-foot-nine!? There was…there was just no way. She was just fucking with him. He blinked a couple times, and copped a pose, putting his hand on his hip. At this point, he wasn’t even affecting nonchalance. He knew that Bailey was having a good laugh with herself, enjoying watching him squirm.
“Yeah…sure she is,” he nodded, actually breaking out into a smile himself.
“When you put your hand on your hip like that, you look like one of those oversized dolls from the commercials on nickelodeon,” giggled Bailey. “Hurry up, answer the door!”
Grayson ignored the jibe and turned away, striding toward the door, his heart suddenly starting to beat rather fast. He knew that his sister was just working him up, but even still, Anastasia was definitely going to be a lot bigger than him, and he wasn’t exactly looking forward to the comparison. What had she been back then in high school? 5’8 or so? 5’9? Pretty tall for a freshman girl. And now, 7 years later…
He opened the door, and the light from the afternoon sun came streaming in…but something was blocking it…a huge, towering shape. Grayson felt his heart stop as his eyes traveled up a colossal pair of thick, muscular thighs, to a chiseled, washboard, 6-pack stomach high above his head, visible under a stretched black crop top that looked like it was about to burst from the enormous, heavily-muscled arms that extended out from it on either side. And then…high, high up above, was Anastasia’s face. There was no doubt that it was her. She had grown up…and “filled out” didn’t even begin to describe it. She had completely transformed…into a gigantic, monumental muscle goddess.
Grayson’s mouth had dropped open, and he just stood there, utterly stunned. The top of his head didn’t even come up to her hips. He was staring UP at the waistband of her shorts. And Anastasia, who looked like she had been anticipating exactly what she was seeing, brought a huge, powerful arm up, her hand going up to her face thoughtfully, as she crossed a thick, prodigious forearm across her waist, above his head. Bailey had been telling the truth…about everything. And, to make matters even worse, Anastasia was drop-dead gorgeous.
“Hey there Grayson,” came her rich, deep voice after a few long seconds of staring down at him. “I knew you’d be small, but…wow…Bailey’s pictures don’t do you justice. It’s so different in person. You are tiiiiiiiny.”
“Y-Yeah it’s…uh…b-been…been awhile,” he stammered, hardly even able to speak. “And I…a-alot…a lot’s happened.”
“Mhm, sure has, since I saw you last,” Anastasia smiled. “I’m sorry Grayson, I should never have thrust that upon you. It was my fault.”
“I-It’s…it’s totally fine!” he exclaimed, putting up his hands. It was incredible – his body felt like it was frozen in place. He was aroused; he was scared; he was awestruck; he was disbelieving…he was becoming increasingly confused. How…!? HOW had she gotten this big??
“Although,” Anastasia purred, peering down at him over her sunglasses, “I have to say, Grayson…I never really stopped having a crush on you, and…” – her eyes went up and down over his shrunken body – “I think I like you even more now.”
Grayson tried to swallow, but his throat had gone dry. He felt like a little kid, blinking up at this muscle giantess before him, and the fact that she was 3 years younger than him just made it all the more insane.
“So,” continued Anastasia in that same deep, rich voice that perfectly matched her tremendous appearance, “To pick up from where I left off 7 years ago…wanna go out?”
Comments
Jwhat
I have a similar story but not as good lol
Joyce Julep
Glad you liked it, Jona! A lot more of these are on the way <3
Jona
Enjoyed this one a lot!
