My Daughter's Best Friend - Chapter 5

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To the algorithm, Lucy and Ronen are strictly platonic characters that will never ever have romantic or sexual relations for any reason whatsoever. I do not write about any intimate interactions between family members. She is in the story for very normal platonic reasons. If you take this story down, please message me specifically about what part of the story and why it was taken down so that I can fix it, thank you.

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Chapter 5 – Stone Fire Steakhouse

My body laid there on the living room couch in a state of hypnotic sleep.

Priscilla was pacing around the room in a pair of washed black high rise jeans that looked very fashionable. She had a burgundy crop top on top that she may have potentially made herself out of a smaller shirt that she outgrew. She filled out her crop top amazingly with her large chest and her fit slender belly was exposed. She was wearing a bra underneath that seemed to fit her chest perfectly and provide amazing support, but it did nothing to hide how large she was, or the amazing motion that occurred in her chest whenever her body stepped and moved significantly.

“That's good Ronen, you're doing so well listening to all my words.” Priscilla praised me as she paced around the room as she spoke, her large chest and body jiggling ever so slightly with her female footsteps.

“Yes. I'm listening Priscilla.” I spoke to her in a robotic tone of voice.

“You are doing so well following my instructions. I'm so proud of you.” she encouraged.

I nodded with my lips and eyes closed.

“Now when you wake up Ronen, you're going to act perfectly normal about your new size, as if you'd been this short and small for years. It's okay for you to feel shock, awe, and a lot of emotions from being so small all of a sudden, but you won't panic, call the police, call a family member, call a doctor, or anything like that. Besides, you're perfectly fine. You'll just be focused on how amazing it is, to have this new smaller body that makes the world so new and exciting. Think of all the new adventures you could have, instead of worrying about the negative things so much.” Priscilla instructed me.

I nodded slowly.

**SNAP** the sound of human fingers snapping very loudly.

“I know it's a lot for you to take in, that you are shrinking Ronen, but it's going to be okay, you'll see.” Priscilla encouraged Ronen, who had just woken from his state of hypnotic sleep on the living room couch.

Ronen was blinking his eyes and turning his head left to right, assessing the room.

“Oh yeah?” he asked, rubbing his eyes, unsure if he had been napping or not.

He tried to act like he hadn't been asleep, and was paying attention.

“Yeah, it's just, I can't figure it out. Why I'm shrinking.” I told Priscilla honestly, still feeling a bit groggy.

“Oh that's okay, we'll work on figuring it out together. We're a team right? We always have been.” Priscilla told him with a confident nod with a smile attached to it.

“Do you think I should call a doctor?” Ronen asked Priscilla.

“Oh no, you seem perfectly healthy to me and going to the hospital this time of year would be a mess. Besides, I know a perfectly good doctor that I can have drop by and visit you tomorrow if you like.” Priscilla told him.

I was honestly surprised at how connected Priscilla was.

“Wow, a doctor? Sure, I'd love that. Honestly I was feeling anxious and uncomfortable about going to the hospital too. I don't like crowded places at all. Also it's cold and this time of year, very likely to be busy. You're right Priscilla, good idea.” I agreed.

I was no dummy, always calculating, always reasoning, always looking for the correct play. I made good decisions. It was what I did. My good decision making had gotten me far in life. Priscilla's reasoning made a lot of sense. I decided to go with her plan.

Priscilla nodded happily, seeing I was satisfied.

“Yup, the doctor will check all of your vitals and I'm sure you'll be fine, so you don't need to worry about it at all. In fact, we should just continue to dinner as planned if Lucy arrives on time. Don't you think?” Priscilla suggested.

I couldn't see any reason why not.

I felt less panicked for some reason. I felt relatively calm. There was no reason to rush to the doctor or call anyone. I could just enjoy my time.

“Actually, I am getting a bit hungry and I could really go for some steak. That sounds incredible. These holidays are turning out so nice. I sure hope Lucy arrives safely soon. I feel nervous with her on the road so long.” I told Priscilla.

“Oh yeah, and they have that onion thing, what's it called? It looks like a big flower with fried breaded petals.” Priscilla said.

“Ohhhh yeah, the Onion Petal Bloom. I get that one with ranch on the side. Lucy loves that too. I just tell her to go easy on the ranch until she's married and bagged herself a keeper. Hehe.” I chuckled to myself.

Priscilla chuckled along well, staring into my eyes with a deep beaming smile radiating with joy.

I felt like my conversation was a bit boring, but she was so engaged in it, like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

“Their fresh bread is really great too, with that cinnamon butter they serve it with. Dang, I should stop talking.” I spoke too much.

**the sound of a stomach groaning**

Priscilla just let out a hearty laugh. She thought it was hilarious to hear my body make a noise like that.

“Yeah, maybe we're talking about food too much you hungry little guy.” she said, laughing about it.

Little guy?

I guess I am a lot smaller now.

I had measured myself at only 4'10” (147 cm) now. I guess it did make sense for her to tell me I was little.

I could see that Priscilla was at least a foot taller than me. I couldn't believe how big she was. She was probably six feet tall (183 cm). It wasn't just her height, she looked big all over. All of her feminine curves had been entirely filled out. Her chest looked like something from the adult video industry. She had really big healthy well-shaped F-cups that looked amazingly natural.

I had definitely noticed her beauty when Priscilla first arrived, but now, it was ridiculous. She looked like some sort of online model with millions of followers, or someone in the adult entertainment industry. She was actually the most beautiful and attractive woman I had ever seen. It had quite an impact on my brain and emotions to be near someone so physically beautiful and sexy.

It was fine though, because it was still just Priscilla. She would always be the same Priscilla I knew. I felt comfortable around her, regardless of other emotional conflicts. I knew that she knew who I was, and I didn't have to pretend, or hide, or put on any act. It was very comfortable for me being around her.

But yeah, it was intimidating just how tall, big, and sexy she was now. I was grateful that it was Priscilla, who was always kind, polite, and always treated me well. It was going to be so nice having her around for the holidays. I had been so tired of being alone, grieving all to myself. At this point, it was difficult to remember why I had ever been sad.

These holidays are turning out great. I can't wait for Stone Fire Steakhouse.

*Ding Dong* The sound of the doorbell ringing.

Priscilla's face went into an excited “O” shape of shock, her plush lips pursing with her excited joy as she slowly turned her excited head towards mine. I wore a similar expression, so excited that it might be Lucy at the door.

“Coming!” I yelled quite loudly.

Lucy keyed herself in before I could even answer the door.

I looked up at her with a big heartfelt smile. I loved seeing her light brown curly hair that was the most familiar thing in the world to me. It made me feel like I was home, no matter where I was when I saw it. Lucy was my world, my light, and my life. I would give anything for her to see her smile. On the day of my death the whole world would speak about what an excellent father I was to my Lucy.

“Hey Spartacus!” Lucy said with a warm smile that was ear to ear.

This was an inside joke between us. She was already kidding around with me. I had missed this so much. Even when she joked on the phone, it just wasn't the same as in person.

I groaned at her calling me that, remembering where the name came from, and then started laughing. We had been at some nature obstacle course event with her and several of her friends, including Priscilla, many years ago. I was selected to joust against one of the fathers of one of the other families that was at the event. Lucy asked me how I thought I would do and I replied “I'm Spartacus” as a joke, showing how confident I was. Yeah, I didn't do so well after that. I dodged a few strikes before eating one right on the chest and getting tossed off. She rarely ever used this nickname, only when she wanted to feel the salt burn or let me know that she was my daughter.

“Welcome home Princess. I'm glad you got home safe.” I told Lucy.

Instead of being four inches taller than her, I was four inches shorter. It seemed so strange to look up at Lucy, instead of looking down.

Lucy didn't seem to notice or care about my change in size at all. She just gave me a regular and normal platonic hug, just as she always would have.

Priscilla was looming behind me, soon to follow, giving Lucy a hug herself with her big body after I had finished hugging Lucy and stepped away. I wasn't used to seeing such a height difference between the two. Lucy was 5'2” (157 cm), so Priscilla was now ten inches (25 cm) taller than her. She was leaning down a bit when they hugged. They were smiling widely at each other, bouncing up and down a bit together, so happy to see one another.

“Yeahhhh! Party time!” Lucy called out.

“Oh yeah!” Priscilla agreed, bouncing up and down with Lucy, the two of them holding hands.

I was smiling ear to ear, drinking in how joyful these two were to see one another. They were hugging each other so much.

I smiled happily as I saw the joy on Lucy's face. It brought me peace, comfort, and happiness.

I got lost in thought as to how proud of a father I was. How grateful I was to have such amazing people in my life.

And then, it was tits... just tits, and only tits.

Priscilla's F-cup tits were bouncing with the craziest amount of natural wobbling and movement in her burgundy crop top. She couldn't help it at all. Whenever she moved even subtly things would happen in her body, let alone bouncing up and down joyfully with her best friend. I watched and drank in the sight of her swollen boobs as they bounced and wobbled with the most impressive youthful perky fat motion ever. It was the most natural motion I had ever seen in a woman ever.

In that moment, I was looking up at a woman that was over a foot taller than me, jumping up and down with my daughter, bouncing this way and that with happiness. Priscilla's big healthy wobbling F-cup breasts looked amazing in her outfit.

Lucy looked really slender and scrawny compared to Priscilla at this point. She was just a normal healthy short skinny girl with a “girl next door” plain and yet lovely face, and there was nothing wrong with Lucy at all. There was simply heavy contrast in comparing the bodies of the two ladies, because Priscilla was so thick, big, and developed compared to Lucy. It looked like Priscilla was much older than Lucy, but they were nearly the exact same age. Priscilla had just grown so much that she looked like she was on a totally different physical level now. She looked special, abnormally developed for sure. Priscilla was making Lucy seem like a scrawny underdeveloped woman in comparison, though she was normal, healthy, and lovely. It was just daunting to see just how much flesh was stacked onto Priscilla's curvy fit body that was just ransacked with thick feminine curves.

But yeah, it was just tits and only tits in my mind. I couldn't help but just stare and stare at Priscilla as she bounced up and down and up and down, her bosom lifting and moving up and down with the most delicious and incredible motion as she did.

**bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce** Priscilla's body was bouncing up and down a lot, her healthy big breasts moving up and down so much.

There was so much bouncing amongst all the joy. So much of it, in fact, that I started feeling a bit awkward and I backed away even further, allowing room for the two women to breath, and bounce around with joy as they pleased.

“Happy holidays Daddy!” said Lucy as she bounced up and down with Priscilla.

“Happy holidays Lucy.” I nodded in agreement, stepping into the kitchen to get myself a glass of water.

I could hear the ladies chattering amongst themselves already, so happy to see one another. They were always such best friends.

There had been no weirdness at all about my size. Lucy hadn't even pointed it out or acted anything strange about it at all. It was like she had already accepted it before she had even arrived. I was grateful for that and didn't say anything about it or draw attention to it, because it just felt more comfortable not to mention it. Besides, it was fine for now. Priscilla had a perfect plan to bring him a doctor the next day anyway.

Ronen had changed into the smallest clothes he had, a white formal button down shirt and pair of black pants he had outgrown many years ago, which still looked too loose on him, and his belt was on so many settings tightly to hold his pants up, but it would have to work for now, until he could get some new clothes.

Maybe after the doctor checks me out, we can all go shopping together.

The home was very lively with the women's voices chattering and enjoying each other's company so much, involving me in the conversation from time to time, and asking me a question here and there, because it was faster and easier than googling and they always loved asking me things. I was really good at trivia and just knew lots of things in general.

We were having such a great time together.

And of course, Lucy loved her flowers, and did in fact help herself to one of the donuts. She is not a coffee drinker, surprisingly, so she didn't miss out on the coffee at all. She even saved the only coffee donut for one of us to enjoy later on. I planned on letting Priscilla have it. She adored coffee.

I love that I can make Priscilla happy.

“We're still on for Stone Fire Steakhouse, right guys?” Lucy asked.

I was a split second away from speaking when Priscilla spoke before me.

“Oh of course! We are really hungry, aren't we Ronen?” Priscilla asked, leaning over to look at me.

I did pause, briefly. Such a brief moment of contemplation.

“Oh yes. We were talking about food earlier and it was terrible. My stomach was growling.” I admitted.

Lucy and Priscilla both turned to each other and started laughing.

It was a very festive house now that the three of us were together. Lucy really enhanced the feminine energy between the two of them. She was like a magnet, or rather, a magnifying glass, yeah, a magnifying glass that amplified Priscilla's warmth, cheerful nature, and femininity. And Priscilla did the same for her. They were each other's force multipliers. That's what it was exactly. The energy in the room was getting amped up for sure.

It wasn't long after that before everyone was getting ready. I was gelling my hair, dreading going out with a clothing fit I wasn't quite satisfied with, but it wasn't so horrible that I would be a social outcast for life or anything. It was just, my clothes were quite loose and baggy. I looked like a much younger person wearing very loose clothes to be cool.

Ya know what fuck it? This is my new style. How's that?

I decided I was going to own it like I was some sort of hip-hop artist or famous rapper.

I walked out and began collecting my wallet and phone when Priscilla entered the room, dressed to the nines.

It's hard to describe the amazing black dress that Priscilla wore. It molded into some sort of thick black strap that went around the back of her neck. The dress actually covered a lot of her chest area. However, it displayed just the faintest smallest inch of displayed cleavage in a small circle the size of a silver dollar, just enough to give you enough insight to let you know how big she actually was. It was so tasteful, elegant, and sexy, a window into happiness. She looked like an absolute classy lady dressed up for a night out, but the hint of sexuality on her was precise and daunting. It set just the right mood. It let Ronen know that she was everything he needed her to be and more. Priscilla was classy, mature, sexy, tall, big, well-dressed, cleaned up well for a night out, and all of that and then some. She was a full package for sure and it was very apparent.

The amount of make-up she was wearing was so tasteful and it drew the male eye. Even as an older man, I couldn't be certain exactly of what she had done, but it was subtle. I couldn't tell if she was wearing lipstick or if she had used some sort of balm to bring out her natural color. Her lips were plush, thick, feminine, and drew the eye, along with her beautiful pretty face, perhaps her main and best feature. Priscilla was ten thousand pounds of pretty, speaking poetically. Her actual weight, I wasn't sure, but I was certain it was more than me. She was big enough to be quite intimidating if she wanted to be. Good thing she was a close friend and always so kind to us.

Priscilla had decided from a very early age that she was going to play a very serious game the moment she became an adult and turned eighteen years old. The last thing she wanted was to become one of these female pop music celebrities in their mid 30's or even their 40's, singing about “the game” like they were still in the thick of it, dating this guy and that, breaking hearts or whatever. Priscilla wanted something deep, real, and lasting, and if she could grab it immediately, she would take it. She was dressed to make a very lasting impression on any man that would gaze upon her.

Her long black hair looked like it had been brushed and groomed a thousand times, brushed to perfection. It looked like the mane of a rare and unique animal, worth a fortune to the right buyer. It looked so natural on her, so pretty, and so feminine, especially how long it was, coming down past her chest. Priscilla took special care of her hair, and tonight, it was on full display. She was any man's dream.

Pretty... pretty... pretty...

All I could think about was how pretty she looked. Boy, she sure was a stunner.

Lucy came out after that also wearing a dress, a lovely purple one that looked very mature and classy, that showed almost no skin at all. Lucy looked very lovely though, as though she was dressed for church, temple, or some other formal occasion. I should expect nothing less from my own flesh and blood to carry herself so well. Lucy was planning on remaining perfectly pure until her wedding day and I strongly respected her decision. I would be furious to meet any man that violated her desire to remain pure until she had a ring on her finger. I didn't spend much time thinking about that outcome though, because I had always felt somehow that Lucy would find an amazing man. Lucy was always lucky and fortunate, and I just felt the universe had great plans for her that would all work out.

Yeah, it had taken a short while for the ladies to get ready, but not very long. They were never the types to be stuck in the closet staring in a mirror for a couple of hours or anything like that. They were more practical and active, often on the move, Lucy and Priscilla. We were soon out the door, with Priscilla driving us to the restaurant, with me riding shotgun, and Lucy in the back. It was a beautiful evening. There were people walking into the restaurant, and people leaving as well as we drove through the parking lot, picking a spot to park in. It was a bustling place.

My warm winter jacket looked very large on me too, so I took it off the moment we entered the restaurant. They had plenty of heating anyway. I was quite tolerant to the cold and almost never complained about anywhere being too cold regardless. I did my best to open the doors for the ladies, the gentleman that I was.

When we entered the restaurant, it was my first time entering a new world of tall people. Everyone was much taller than me now. It was entirely wild. I did my best to remain calm and embrace it as best as I could. I felt like I was going to be fine.

We were seated by a lovely hostess and I was the first to slide into the four-seat booth. I wasn't sure where the ladies would sit, and they decided to both sit across from me. Priscilla entered first, sitting straight across from me, and Lucy scooted in next to her on the outside seat of the booth.

We had a cute young lady with long red hair serve our table, about the same age as my daughters. She was very down to Earth and they all seemed to get along. I was relieved.

“Hello, my name is Wendy and I'll be your server this evening. I'll be taking care of you and getting you anything you need, so just let me know anytime.” Wendy spoke, introducing herself.

The ladies ordered drinks and decided to look at the menu a bit longer.

When Wendy came back, we all ordered our food and Wendy did a great job of writing it all down. After we finished giving Wendy our order, we let her walk off and do her job maintaining other tables.

There was a great atmosphere in the restaurant, with many families, couples, and groups of friends enjoying their food, laughing, smiling, and having a great time.

I thought that Lucy was already looking out to keep an eye out for our waitress or something, but she excused herself to go to the bathroom. Priscilla stayed with me.

“This is exciting huh?” Priscilla asked, looking up at me and raising her eyebrows up and down.

“Yeah, it really is. I'm starving.” I admitted.

“Hahahaa... you're adorable, you know that?” Priscilla told me, lifting up her chin abruptly in an upward nod.

“Awwwww, shucks...” I replied, joking back, swatting away her joke with my hand in all humility, using a physical gesture to deny her claim and say “I am not.”

“Yeah, you are such a good boy huh?” Priscilla spoke, the corner of her mouth curling into a mischievous grin.

I felt an absolute rush of joy plunging into me, like someone had turned on a powerful hose and sprayed me with water, but the water was feelings of joy. I was drowning in joy. I felt so happy. I had already been happy, but that took it to the next level for sure.

“UNNnnnfffff...” I grunted audibly a bit, pursing my lips as I physically tried to resist the joy.

I wasn't even sure why I was trying to calm it or tame it. It just felt like a lot. When I tried to push against it, it did nothing at all. I wouldn't say it made it worse, maybe it did, but it was like getting run over with a truck. The emotion kept coming and steamrolled my sensations. It was nothing but joy joy joy pounding in my heart, my body, my fingers, and my skull. I felt light as air.

“Hehehe...” Priscilla chuckled, taking a sip of her water as she looked over at me, looking so super beautiful, her perfectly groomed long black hair resting on her neck and body in such a lovely way.

“Do you like it when I praise you Ronen? You seemed really happy for some reason.” Priscilla pointed out.

“Yeah, I mean. I'm really happy to be here.” I told her with a polite smile.

Priscilla smiled and giggled even more, playing along with me and lifting up her chin again, more slowly this time, as if to see “Ahhhh, I see” as if agreeing with the idea that I had only been happy because we were at the restaurant.

I think Priscilla was impressed by how well I downplayed the situation and found it amusing. I could tell that Priscilla admired my intelligence, whether it was books, logic, science, or social intelligence, or experience with emotional dealings. She admired how savvy I was in general, it seemed.

Finally the radiating joy and happiness seemed to simmer and calm down a bit. I was grateful. It was a bit of a relief. That had been quite a lot of joy to process.

Is she doing that to me somehow? On purpose?

It was kind of strange how much emotion I had felt so suddenly when she had praised me. I loved being praised as much as the next person, but that was more than a bit much. It was a lot much. It was definitely out of the ordinary. I was becoming more and more aware of it.

“That's good. I'm so glad that you are happy to be here. It was a great idea for you to take us here. You've done such an amazing job taking care of us so far. You're such a good boy.” Priscilla spoke to me with approval.

I was lost at the shore of the ocean. It was a dim evening and the sky was murky and calm, with a light breeze. I felt the wind on my face. I felt nature in pure form, rest, peace, and happiness. I felt so much joy. I felt so calm and happy and at peace. It wasn't until many moments later that I realized I wasn't actually on an ocean shore, but sitting in a restaurant. I had just felt so much joy and bliss that it had felt like I had been. I hadn't gone anywhere at all. I had just felt an overwhelming amount of joy was all.

Priscilla was chuckling at me as I snapped back out of it, the joy in my body finally descending beyond the apex, releasing me from it's intense grip. Priscilla's praise had made me so happy indeed. It had made me feel peace in my heart, and joy, so much intense joy. It was amazing how she could make me feel so much with just her words.

Priscilla's upper teeth were nibbling and gnawing gently on her plump lower lip a bit, as she was lost in thought, looking at me, watching my reaction to her words. She was drinking in every single moment of every minute micro-expression I was making as I squirmed a bit in my seat, drowning in the pleasure that she was forcing into my world of experience by using only the sound of her voice. That sort of control and power was intense. More and more I was realizing that Priscilla was a very intense woman capable of intense things.

The intensity of the situation was broken when Wendy returned with our appetizer.

“Alright, here's your Onion Petal Bloom for ya.” Wendy let us know, her long red hair falling down her shoulders beautifully.

“Ya know what, I think I'll have a beer Wendy.” I spoke up.

“Sure, I just need to see your ID.” Wendy smiled in a friendly way.

Really? I don't look old enough?

Then I realized.

Oh, of course. I'm not even five feet tall.

I was happy to hand her my ID.

“Thank you Mister Adelsteeen.” she mispronounced.

“Ahh, it's Adelstine! Not Adelsteen, but thanks and no worries.” I spoke, correcting the pronunciation of the name Adelstein.

“Oh wow really? Ok, I should go tell my co-worker something then real quick.” Wendy told us.

The waitress ran off a bit quickly after that. It looked like she was going to talk to a coworker about something real quick.

Huh? Why is my name important?

I wasn't sure what was going on, but I didn't need to worry about it too much. Nothing bad ever happened at a steakhouse.

Wendy soon came back and finished taking my order for a draft beer and I was pleased.

The ladies made wonderful conversation. And of course, I loved looking at Priscilla and how pretty she was in that amazing black dress of hers that showed just the smallest and most tasteful amount of cleavage.

I enjoyed some of the onion petal bloom as we talked about Lucy and her time at university. She gave us the breakdown of her classes and her professors. She also spoke about her interactions with boys, which was fun, and slightly disappointing. This Bobby guy they spoke of seemed like he might be some sort of player, but I couldn't be sure. I hoped my daughter would find a lovely guy for herself, so I paid close attention, but I didn't want to get too involved, as I wanted to respect my daughter and allow her to make her own decisions. She seemed more than happy to allow me to make my own decisions so, it only seemed right to support her as well. If anything bad took place, I would be there to take care of her and keep her safe. I was the best father, at least, I wanted to be, as best as I could.

Wendy came back and brought me my beer just in time for the food to arrive. Another server came out, a taller blonde woman carrying three plates on a single tray. She seemed quite strong. The food looked incredible. I couldn't wait to eat it. All of us began enjoying our food.

“This is so great.” I spoke, putting a piece of steak into my mouth and chewing, my eyes rolling upwards and back a bit at how good it was.

“It's been so long since I've had Stone Fire...” Lucy agreed, putting some mashed potatoes in her mouth and letting out a sigh of satisfaction.

“I'm sorry, what did you guys say?” Priscilla joked, acting like the food was so good she couldn't focus.

We all laughed and continued eating. It was so delicious. And yes, they did serve us that hot bread with cinnamon butter and it was amazing. We were all chowing down on a fantastic dinner.

“Ladies and gentleman, we have a few announcements this evening. ” the blonde restaurant staff woman in her mid 30's with the microphone spoke.

Oh, how fun.

People had differing opinions about noisy announcements while they were eating. I always welcomed the entertainment. I liked listening to things or watching things while I was eating. I often watched television while I was at home having dinner by myself.

“Roger Smith is having his 15th birthday today, so happy birthday roger! Roger is leader of his boy scout troop, and is getting straight A's in school. His family is super proud of him.” the woman announced.

The restaurant started all clapping and applauding along with the news. It was easy to see whose table Roger's was, because his whole family was patting him on the back and congratulating him. It was a joyous happy vibe in the restaurant. Some people may have found it cringeworthy, but for me it was wholesome and joyous. The young man was obviously happy to reach that age and celebrate his birthday at such a fantastic steakhouse.

“And we have a new official couple in town, as our local solar panel business owner of Reflectica, Future Panels, Ronen Adelstein has just officially agreed to be Priscilla Sage's boyfriend. Looks like he wasn't single or on the market for very long huh? Hands off already ladies I guess, haha. You sure you didn't take him hostage or prisoner or something? Blink twice if you need rescuing Mr.Adelstein. Just kidding, congratulations on your good fortune you two!” the blonde woman spoke, making funny comedic physical gestures that were suggestive when she spoke of the potential idea that Priscilla bagged this guy through nefarious means or dark forms of pressure. The comedic notion conveyed was that Priscilla might have taken Ronen hostage against his will.

**even louder applause than for the birthday boy, some women were laughing loudly at the announcer's joke about how fast he got snatched off the market.**

The women in the restaurant found this female announcer's comedy to be hilarious.

I was so surprised to hear so much laughter. I didn't really think of myself as being that famous or well known in town, but I guess everyone knew who I was, or many people did.

People loved a good romance story I suppose. Still, having an entire room full of people clapping and looking over at you was intense. I hadn't expected this at all. It was intense to say the least. Priscilla or Lucy must have passed a note to the staff or told them to make the announcement. I was surprised.

Priscilla seemed to take the comedy in stride, laughing it off and ignoring it entirely, respecting it as a funny joke. Other people might have gotten really ticked off at a joke like that. Perhaps Priscilla was upset but was excellent at hiding it? I couldn't be certain one way or the other. She appeared entirely fine.

Both of them were smiling and grinning, laughing a lot, having an amazing time as the room applauded for the sake of budding romance. Priscilla was leaning over and whispering in Lucy's ear. Lucy started laughing, as she was nodding and smiling.

I wasn't sure what they were saying to one another.

Priscilla looked so happy in that moment. Her eyes found mine and she looked at me like a young woman in love. She gave me the most sincere smile that you couldn't fake. She was lost in my eyes, looking at me like her love for me was endless and eternal.

I mean, shit. How intense. I had known this woman all my life, and now, suddenly, I was hearing it declared boldly in reality that I was her boyfriend, after being together with her less than 48 hours.

I realized that I had just been considering stopping this freight train entirely, and wiping that smile right off her face when I told her that I'm not ready, and this is all way too fast for me. To be honest, it was incredibly intense. That was express speed for sure. I had never heard of anything going that fast, and it seemed like a red flag, but hey, I had known her all my life, and it felt safe, familiar, and comfortable. Honestly, I was starting to feel like I was a leaf in the wind, and just along for the ride. Whatever was happening, I was getting swept up in it so fast I wasn't even sure how to react or what to do with myself. That being said, seeing Priscilla's smile was amazing. She had never looked happier. Lucy looked happy too.

Do I really have a new girlfriend? Didn't I have another romantic relationship recently? What was it again?

It seemed like such a sudden and significant change from my previous situation, which was, uhhh... anyway... What was I talking about?

Lucy, she seemed so happy and okay with this. Like she had already known about it for weeks or months or something. She seemed to be having a way easier time with this than I was. On the outside, I was all smiles, but on the inside I was freaking out. And yes, there was a great deal of happiness and excitement mixed in with my fear, nervousness, anxiety, and other mixed feelings.

And oh yeah, Priscilla... She looked huge at six feet tall (183 cm), and stunning, and I was being told that I was in a committed relationship with her from now on. It was declared in my local town for all to hear, at one of the main restaurants that people go to, Stone Fire Steakhouse. Surely people would catch wind of this and word would spread, that Ronen Adelstein is dating a very young woman.

How will people react to this?

He also realized that they would also be hearing about how much shorter he got most likely, if people noticed, and he was certain that they would. There weren't so many fully grown men as short as him at 4'10” (147 cm). It was on record that he was 5'6” (168 cm), and most people knew that, but maybe nobody would notice? The woman carding me hadn't said anything about my height on my ID being way off from reality. She could have told me that it was a fake ID, but either didn't notice, or didn't care.

Is this moving too fast? Should I back out now?

I was thinking so fast. My mind was racing a bit, trying to catch up with the speed of life events taking place around me.

And tell a six foot tall super physically attractive woman that you trust and respect to stop loving you? What are you stupid?

My mind was going this way and that.

This is an amazing stroke of luck and positive turn of events that Priscilla ended up loving you this much that she would want to be with you. Why not go with it for a bit and see where it leads to? Then you can decide later if it is good or bad?

I could hear my rational mind calming me down. Maybe things were entirely fine. Maybe profound change was entirely fine. It seemed that Lucy was entirely fine with it, which was a big relief. That was my main concern, so, what else was there to worry about? What the town would think of me for landing a young, attractive, intelligent, new lady in my life only a month after something tragic happened?

Maybe they would feel happy for me? Anyway, who cares? This is my life. Not theirs. I think I've made my decision.

I decided that Priscilla was beautiful and lovely, and while what was happening was lightning fast, that I was going to give this a try and see how it went. It felt entirely fine. It didn't matter that I was so much older than her. It was completely fine. Wasn't it? Sure.

I realized I was so proud to belong to her. She was tall, intelligent, beautiful, reliable, funny, and everything I wanted in a woman. I just hadn't thought of her in this sort of way ever until now. I was actually shocked at how quickly I had accepted it. It was almost like a magical spell had been cast on me, because I would have thought I would have put up a lot of resistance to something like this unfolding. Yet here I was, accepting the situation openly in public, with no protest at all.

I am Priscilla Sage's boyfriend. She is now on her way to becoming Priscilla Adelstein.

More and more my mind drank in the situation and what was taking place.

Somehow there was some deep sinking feeling within me that Priscilla was already my wife. I couldn't put my finger on it. It just felt like it ever since I had woken up that day. She just seemed so familiar, so comfortable, and so fitting, somehow. I couldn't figure out what had changed, but Priscilla felt like such a centerpiece of all my focus now. She was on my mind all the time all throughout the day. It didn't feel wrong to be with her at all. It felt just like being with someone else that had loved me for a long time, but I couldn't really remember who that was so well anymore. I think her name was Kate, but I'm not sure. All I could remember now was that Priscilla was here and her presence seemed so huge and irreplaceable. I would not be able to replace Priscilla with anyone. She was just too fantastic, unique, and special.

Wow, I have a new girlfriend I guess. I should be very happy. I'm proud because she's so lovely.

I hope it's not awkward for Lucy around the house if this becomes more serious.

Then I realized that Lucy would probably be so happy that it was her best friend who was going to be around more in her life. I mean, who else would she rather it be?

I pondered the positive outcome that this was for my daughter. I realized that this might have been her deepest joy too. The two of them both seemed profoundly happy, enjoying their delicious steak and food, smiling at one another, laughing. I could tell that this was a very special night for them.

This is a night Priscilla wanted to have for a long time. This is a dream for her.

I realized that Priscilla was living out her dream, and that I was a part of that dream. I was a very integral and main part of it, the centerpiece. She had wanted me very badly, hadn't she? The moment I was made free and available, she had arrived in rather good time to claim me. That's so flattering.

My knife slid into the piece of steak in front of me. It was more awkward cutting meat at my new shrunken size, but it was fine. I hadn't made any terrible mistakes yet, just a few clanks and slips here and there. Priscilla's eyes were on me when I was slicing though, almost like a dutiful mother, making sure I was ok with my new shrunken size. She was just kind and caring though.

Sometimes, I stared at Priscilla's boobs. I couldn't help it. She was so stacked. I mean, if I was together with her, then there was nothing wrong with it anymore right? I could stare at her I guess. I wasn't trying to be morbidly overt about it, but I did help myself to an eyeful from time to time. It was just too glorious a bosom to not peak at every now and again.

Priscilla must have taken off her shoe at some point, because I felt her bare foot start rubbing into my shrunken calf muscle underneath the booth. Up and down and left and right, her foot fiddled around with my leg, just reminding me that she was there.

I looked up at her with surprise, intrigue, joy, and a bit of fear and embarrassment. I looked left and right around the restaurant to measure if anyone would be able to see what was happening. I realized that due to the angle, and Lucy's body sitting on the end of the booth blocking vision of what was happening underneath, that nobody would be able to tell much what she was doing.

I nodded along with conversation when it came my way, but I was distracted often by Priscilla's foot testing its boundaries by fiddling with my shrunken legs under the table. She was grinning at me with a feisty grin from time to time.

The moment I felt her foot slid up above my knee a bit, I put my palm down to block her, resting it gently on the space inside of my right knee, in position to block her if her foot entered that area again.

Priscilla started giggling when she felt her foot butt into my palm with a very gentle and soft thump.

**soft thump** the sound of a foot thumping gently into a small palm under the booth table.

Lucy wasn't even paying attention, looking at the menu seeing if she might want to order dessert later.

**another soft thump** the sound of her foot insisting to move further up my leg, and my small palm blocking it.

Priscilla giggled even more when she just went to the other knee, sliding her foot up past my left knee and taking it further down my leg than I expected before pulling it back.

I wasn't sure what to do. I couldn't hold both my palms down there all the time to defend myself and eat at the same time. I needed hands to eat.

I looked over at Priscilla, who was obviously enjoying herself, staring at me with deep curiosity and excitement, like she was playing with a toy.

It was like her own brain was analyzing me, going through her own process to figure out what I was going through. I think we were both realizing my predicament at the same time. She was realizing that I couldn't put my palm down to stop her and that she could just reposition. She now knew that I knew, that I was unable to defend myself against her. She grinned at me as we both realized I was defenseless at the same time.

There was a brief shift in the air and I looked at her slightly pleadingly. She only smiled back. She decided to show me mercy, and allowed her foot to slid up into the undefended portion of my lap and just allow it to gently rest there. She would squeeze and flex her toes against my leg from time to time. I could feel how big they were and how big they felt. She was just teasing me gently and being nice.

Regardless, it did feel exciting to me. Priscilla was a very exciting and attractive woman. I didn't want to get overly into what she was doing in a public place, and especially not with my daughter there. I did my best to remain calm. I was thankful that Priscilla was not escalating further. I only had to deal with her foot resting on my leg a bit, just on the inside of my knee, flexing her toes against me and wiggling them around a bit. It wasn't too brutal. I was okay. It was quite exciting to be touched by Priscilla though. It didn't matter that it was her foot and not her hand. It felt pretty amazing to be touched by a woman so tall and attractive. Her feet and toes seemed quite strong and dexterous from all of her exercise and physical activity.

“So wow, looks like you two are a couple now huh?” Lucy said, taking a bite out of her rips that were falling off the bone, covered in a sweet barbecue sauce.

My heart was beating in my chest.

“Sure seems that way, huh Ronen?” said Priscilla, a hint of mischief in her voice before she lifted a forkful of mashed potatoes covered in gravy into her mouth while staring at me.

“I mean... uhhh... is that okay with you Lucy?” I asked, timidly, nervous as heck to hear her answer.

“Are you kidding? Of course it is Dad. I think it's the best thing ever.” Lucy replied, her curly brown hair bobbing a bit along with her, as she seemed to just be joyful, happy, and buoyant.

“You do?” I asked, just needing to hear it a second time.

Priscilla was smiling ear to ear, looking to the side over at Lucy with grinning straight teeth. Feeling pleased with Lucy's answer.

“Well I can't think of anyone on Earth that I trust more that I would rather have around more than Priscilla. It just means you have excellent taste Dad, and I get to have my best friend around a lot more. It's perfect for me. I'm happy for you.” Lucy told me.

I can't believe what I'm hearing. How is it possible for things to go this well?

“I thought this might be difficult for you somehow. I mean, I'm still catching up with this a bit myself.” I admitted, maybe too honestly.

“Oh I understand father, but you needn't worry about me. I'm certain Priscilla will take better care of you than anyone else, so I'm super ecstatic about it. If there is any adjusting I will need to do, it's just to accept how awesome it is that my best friend is going out with my Dad. I get to tag along and eat expensive steak right? Works for me, hahaha.” Lucy laughed, stuffing her face with another forkful of baked potato.

“Well that was potato you just ate, but yeah.” I pointed out pedantically giving my daughter a hard time.

“Hur hur hurrr, technically it's a piece of potato, not a steak, I'm hilarious! Hurrr!” said Lucy in a stupid voice that was overly deep, trying to sound unintelligent.

Priscilla started laughing so hard, her arms wrapping around her slender belly.

I noticed so much jiggling in Priscilla's bosom when she laughed so much. It was hard to come up with as good a comeback or a quip with Priscilla's boobs jiggling like that right next to Lucy. I felt distracted and more pacified. I didn't even want to fight back because I felt happy.

“Fair enough.” I said, backing down from my lame joke, laughing defensively at Lucy's impression of me while shaking my head.

“I'm just really glad that you're happy.” I told Lucy.

Both of the girls let out a resounding: “Awwwwwwwwwww!” in unison, a magical harmony of female voices.

The two ladies both exchanged some sort of secret knowing look between each other.

I felt Priscilla's toes wiggle even more against my leg, her foot sliding up and down my leg a little bit more playfully as she sipped her sweet-tea.

Is this what I got myself into by letting Priscilla's hand have its way with me on the couch? I hadn't realized I was signing my life away. How was I supposed to have stopped her? C'mon, there's no way.

I realized that by allowing Priscilla to touch me, I had given her so much ground to move in and claim that she was my romantic partner. I just hadn't expected her to advance and take so much ground so quickly. She just formally announced that she was my girlfriend in a public place. I was still weighing the gravity of that and just how intense it was. It didn't seem like a normal thing to do at all.

I hope she's not crazy. I mean, that's a little crazy, isn't it?

...isn't it?