My Daughter's Best Friend - Chapter 3

Chapter 1 has been locked and I cannot unlock it. My workaround was to post the chapter publicly on the giantess city forum. Now anyone can read it and tell me why it may have possibly been flagged. I'm happy to edit anything out, I just don't know what I'm supposed to edit out. A bit of a rocky start, but that is completely fine and I'm grateful to be here. Let's keep going and see what happens. I hope everyone is enjoying their time thus far and continues to do so.
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Chapter 3 – Snap

*Snapping noise* a relatively loud snap.

“What? Huh?” I asked out loud, awakening from my nap, my head turning left and right quickly.

Priscilla was wearing bunny slippers and pink and white plaid pajama bottoms and a matching top as she walked down the hallway towards the hall bathroom.

I was still in the living room, lying on the leather couch, but I could see Priscilla bending over to pick up a tube of toothpaste in the part of the hallway that was exposed to the living room.

“Oh sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I just dropped my toothpaste.” said Priscilla, bending forward to pick up a tube of closed toothpaste from off of the ground.

I looked at the clock.

11:30 pm. (23:30 military time)

Hrmm, that Jamarr Tookes fight began at 8pm. How long was I out?

I was going to ask Priscilla what happened, and how long I had been asleep, but she had already walked down the hallway and out of my vision. She was obviously on her way to the bathroom to brush her teeth. She was getting ready for bed.

*wisssssshhhhh* the sound of water being drawn from the sink.

*shugga shugga shugga* the distant sound of teeth being brushed.

Well, I warned her I might just nod off.

I still felt quite sleepy, even though I had woken up from my nap.

I knew that her whole “hypnosis” thing wasn't going to work. I felt a bit bad for her. I knew she was really passionate about it. I was going to have to give her a bit of a talk in the morning about how she might want to start redirecting her life in a new direction. Maybe she should change majors or something like that.

She was so convinced she was a talented hypnotist. How absurd.

I just shook my head and shook it off.

I'll deal with it in the morning.

I was just happy that Priscilla was here safe at home. It felt great to have her around, even if she was going through a strange phase of her life. I had always taken care of her and looked after her, and now was no different. I would continue protecting her, watching over her, guiding her, and helping her along in the right direction so she could continue to be a successful woman. Success had always run in my family, and I was hoping that it would rub off onto Priscilla either from Lucy or myself. Priscilla's parents had never been very wealthy or successful, but Kate and I never looked down upon them for that.

Gosh, I really am sleepy.

I decided I might want to start brushing my teeth too before I passed out.

“I'm heading to bed Priscilla!” I called out slightly loudly down the hall.

*spit* the sound of someone spitting water and toothpaste into a sink.

“Goodnight Ronen. See you in the morning.” I heard Priscilla's voice call out distantly from the bathroom.

I brushed my own teeth quickly, but I didn't even bother flossing. I was just overcome with a heavy wave of sleepiness and all I could think about was going to bed.

I dropped like a rock and fell asleep rather quickly in the master bedroom, sleeping soundly in my large king-sized bed.

hours pass as Ronen is sound asleep, and so is Priscilla, sleeping soundly in Lucy's bed.

-=-=-=-=-Priscilla's point of view after Ronen Sleeps-=-=-=-=-=-

Priscilla lays down in Lucy's bed in her pink and white pajamas, staring at the ceiling with both hands behind her neck as she lays propped up on a pillow. There is only a small lamp lighting the room.

I'm in Lucy's bed. I'm in the Adelstein residence. This must be what it felt like all the time for Lucy, waking up next to Ronen, in the same home as him.

Priscilla had slept over at slumber parties and such, but never alone at the Adelstein residence, without Lucy.

Phase two of Priscilla's plan was unfolding right before her eyes and she was grinning ear to ear, so happy with herself, and satisfied. Her stomach was full of butterflies, because her dream was about to come true. Phase one was the planning phase and her getting skillful and powerful enough for all of this to work.

I put every last trigger into his mind that I wanted. He'll be helpless against me when he wakes up in the morning.

Priscilla shook her head slowly in disbelief and joy, feeling like she had conquered castle Camelot. All of those fairy tale stories she had read as a child and loved so much were all true. Fairy tales really can unfold in reality. The Princess of Power was real, and she was going to show Ronen one hundred percent who she was. He was going to be so mind-blown.

Priscilla considered the raw impact of what she was about to do and the powerful effect it was going to have on him. She just giggled to herself with joy, satisfaction, and happiness so much.

I've wanted him to be mine for sooooooooo long. Now he finally will be. So long as no one interrupts anything in the next several days. Even then, the odds are looking so stacked in my favor.

But I'm gonna let him sleep so very peacefully and soundly, letting all that work I did on him sink in, deeply, and completely, to solidify and harden within him. When he wakes up, I'm going to have a field day with him. It's going to be the best day of my life.

I'm doing all of this out of love. I know that there is nobody that will ever be able to love him better than me. And no one will ever love him more than me either. I'm going to claim him as my own forever and ever, from this day forward until the end of my days.

He won't even know what hit him.

Priscilla remembered her precious memories of running around this house with her pink umbrella, waving it around and thrusting it into the air like it was a thunder sword or a magic wand or something. Eventually some of Lucy's friends were a bit afraid of her, haha. That only gave her a thrill and made her want to do it more. She wanted to show them all how powerful she was. She liked how it felt to watch them react to how strong she was.

Then everyone got older, and it was more about grades, popularity... and boys. It was nerdy to be so imaginative and whimsical like Priscilla was, so she learned to put her serious face on like everyone else. She could be very serious if she needed to be, but right now, no one else was around. And the reward from all her “serious face” time she put in over the years was about to pay off. And without anyone else in her way, she could play, and play as much as she wanted. She could be whoever she wanted. She could be herself.

Priscilla realized that she could play as much as she wanted, unhindered, with her favorite person in the entire world. She was incredibly confident that she could make Ronen fall in love with her.

I mean, he's not married anymore. He's completely available. He's like, the most successful, sweetest, intelligent, most generous, most supportive guy in the universe.

I'm not going to let him remain wide open for some other hussy to just snatch him up in front of me. Not after spending years of honing my skills and abilities behind the scenes. This is the perfect time to strike.

I feel bad about Kate dying so suddenly like that, but life is brutal and there's no way I wouldn't shoot my shot. Sorry Kate. Thanks for taking care of him so well until I arrived. Thanks for taking care of me as well as a kid. I promise I'll be good to him and I'll make him so super happy and never leave him. Even if the things I do to him look intense and severe to you, I know it's because deep down the way I treat him makes him happy. You'll see Kate. Men love being dominated. I am going to get it done, for sure.

Priscilla's hand went up to her healthy left breast and began gently massaging it, dreaming of Ronen while her other hand began wandering the rest of her body, running down her beautiful thick thighs and legs.

She thought of how sweet Ronen was, how caring he was, all the times he had been nice to her, how fit his body was, and how mature he was. He was so much more refined than all the boys she was used to meeting at university. She wanted that all for herself, all of it.

Checking her smartphone, she opened up her web browser and began reading one of her favorite erotic stories online, by her favorite author stewy, who usually wrote his name with a lower case “s”. He was some guy with a unique erotic imagination that kept writing stories about big powerful women dominating much smaller men. Priscilla had been so fascinated by the concept and idea of size discrepancy ever since she had discovered his work online. She had read all of his stories by now and was frustrated because she had waited a long time for him to start writing more. She was always checking online for new works from him, but none ever arrived.

A new stewy story sure would be nice, but that's ok, I'll just read a chapter in one of his older ones for now.

Priscilla began reading a chapter in a book called “The Survey” where a married gentleman named Herman gets absolutely dominated and humped into the ground in the middle of the kitchen by his ever growing wife named Laura that is constantly growing bigger. Priscilla loves The Survey and she's frustrated that a new chapter hasn't come out in a long time when the story was just getting good. Regardless, she loves the concept and idea of “mounting her man” to prove her dominance. She wonders would it would be like to mount Herman and just hump the shit out of him like that. Like, what if she was just humping him into the bed so hard, and he couldn't stop her, because he was too tiny and helpless. She could just thrust into him and get herself off while rubbing herself on his tiny body, and he'd be too small, weak, and vulnerable to stop her. In fact, he'd probably enjoy it and struggle with his own feelings. Maybe he would even fall in love, who knows?

Gosh, I'd love to mount Ronen and conquer him like that. I want to live inside of a stewy story forever.

Also, stewy wasn't the only author she read. She read lots of authors. She was particularly drawn to authors that wrote about powerful dominant women that wanted to dominate smaller cute men. It was one of her favorite things to do, to read such stories online when she got time alone and wanted to take a break from her exercise and studies. She had read a great number of stories from various authors by now.

Priscilla began to touch herself, feeling like a queen or a conquerer lying in Lucy's bed as she touched herself, dreaming of mounting Ronen, stimulating him, making him fall in love with her, and conquering him in so many ways.

I'm getting closer to him. I'm in the same home as him. I've completely hypnotized him. He's almost mine.

Priscilla is touching herself gently, biting her lower lip and breathing in a way that she doesn't when completely calm and relaxed.

He's going to be so small. So weak compared to me. So vulnerable.

I can't believe I'm this powerful. If anyone deserves Ronen, it's me.

And he'll never... ever... be able to escape.

As she ponders how he'll never be able to escape, she touches herself more, smiling blissfully and peacefully into the ceiling.

My tiny helpless little Ronen.

Gosh, I could smother him, torment him, tease him, deny him, please him, overwhelm him, or do basically anything I wanted. I've had ideas for so long, but even now, I'm not sure which one I'll start with once it begins. I just can't wait. This is very exciting.

Priscilla closed the erotic stories she was reading online and turned off her phone.

I'll wake up whenever, I'm on vacation.

She set her phone aside and continued helping herself, getting lost in her own imagination with the help of the stories she had read. She had a very powerful imagination herself, and saw her own fantasy unfolding before her eyes, featuring herself, large in size, completely dominating Ronen, who was so much smaller by now.

Priscilla helped herself to her own body. This was a very special night for her.

This was the night where she entered castle Adelstein, to slay the dragon, and claim the prince. In her fairy tale, it was the prince that needed rescuing, not the princess. She knew that Ronen must have been in so much pain from his recent loss, having had his wife pass away so suddenly. He needed rescuing, not her.

Priscilla loved the idea of female control, female dominance, female leadership, and female power in general. Her dream in life was to manifest her own reality that reflected those values of female power in a way that was real, tangible, and able to be physically experienced in front of her.

But of course, her #1 biggest dream had always been to claim and marry Ronen Adelstein as soon as she was old enough. Now she felt more than ready. She was absolutely hungry for him. And she knew she had him, right, exactly, where she wanted him.

There was a smile of satisfaction plastered on Priscilla's face as she glowed in the aftermath of her personal joy time. It helped her to calm, relax, and fall asleep more easily.

Falling asleep for her on this day, was like trying to fall asleep on Christmas Eve as a child. She was too excited for what the next day would bring. She had helped herself so that she could sleep more calmly. Also because it was so exciting being so close to Ronen, even just being in the same house as him.

Gosh, he was so nice to me today, buying me pizza, and ordering us that hilarious boxing fight.

Priscilla couldn't even remember anything about that boxing fight, other than it being boring and having that cheeseball Logan Miller. Priscilla enjoyed action scenes in movies and stories, but that boxing fight on PopCinema was not it. She mostly just remembered how handsome Ronen looked sitting there on the couch, and how much of a gentleman he was to her all night. He was so worthy of her love. She couldn't wait to give it to him, but she had to be patient, skillful, and just follow all of her own well-laid expert plans.

You're going to be mine... Ronen Adelstein... forever...

Forever...

-=-=-=-=-Back to Ronen-=-=-=-The Next Morning-=-=-=-=-=

The next morning I work up early and looked at the clock.

6:30am (6:30 military time).

It wasn't even fully bright outside, as the cloak of night still lingered a bit.

I immediately got a bright idea.

“Wanda's...” I told myself out loud.

Wanda's Donuts were the best in town. The owner, Wanda, always woke up at the ass crack of light. She was an older woman from a different time and generation. She was amazingly hard-working and her shop was always open by 7am. You could get coffee and all sorts of baked goodies there. I knew it would be an excellent surprise for Priscilla.

I quickly tossed on a long-sleeved shirt and jacket, not even bothering to shower and headed out the door. I hoped to be back before Priscilla woke up. I knew she was a late sleeper.

the sound of an expensive car starting

This was the part of my day where I'd usually have a bit of a cry, alone in my car. Recently, whenever I had gotten in my car, it gave me some sort of emotional release. Maybe it was because I felt like I was alone? I would often take at least five minutes to cry out some tears of pain, mourning the loss of my love, my beautiful Flower Lily whose name was Kate. Kate Adelstein was gone forever, and it really weighed on me so heavily.

I gripped the steering wheel while my car warmed up, expecting to cry a few tears for Kate. It was strange though. I wasn't crying today. I didn't feel like crying at all actually.

Hrmmm, maybe I'm finally starting to get better?

I pondered if I was cold or heartless, because I wasn't crying for my Flower Lily today, though it had only been a month since she had passed.

It's ok Ronen. It's ok to heal up and stop crying. Try not to judge yourself.

the sound of a car leaving the parking lot

I was at Wanda's in less than ten minutes. It wasn't too far down the road.

6:53am.

I was early, but I could see that Wanda was already walking to the front-door to open up.

It didn't bother me that she was awake, because I was a bit of a morning person myself. Morning people didn't irritate me at all. They were my people. I still wanted my coffee fix, however.

“Good morning Mr.Adelstein.” Wanda greeted me, her curly silver hair highlighting a wary old face, that was old, but energetic. She was a real machine and kept a flat set of lips, rarely ever smiling. To others she may have seemed cold or had “resting bitch face,” but I knew better. She was actually an amazingly generous and loving woman that cared about her community a lot.

“Morning Wanda. Thanks for opening up a bit early today.” I replied.

She nodded cordially and said nothing.

Damn, the donuts are beautiful.

I was so spoiled by having this place so nearby. Everything was so fresh and ready.

the wafting smell of fresh donuts, pastries, and coffee

I ordered a dozen random donuts and pastries and a couple of her magical coffee's, one for me and one for Priscilla.

“I can ring you up, but the coffee is still brewing. Probably ten minutes or so.”

“Oh sure, no worries at all.” I told her, paying promptly and throwing a few dollars in the tip jar.

Wanda's was always a cash only establishment. The locals joked about it being a money laundering joint, but it was more of a myth or a vibe. I wasn't convinced that Wanda was any sort of nefarious person, and I really didn't care. The food and drink was amazing.

“Much appreciated Mister Adelstein.” Wanda's much younger female assistant spoke to me.

I gave them a slight smile and a wave, collecting my box of donuts.

“I'll be back for the coffees in a bit.” I told them.

I took the donuts and tossed them in the shotgun seat of my car.

It's a great idea to get some flowers. Ladies love flowers. My Flower Lily always loved flowers.

I wasn't sure why I was compelled by the idea, but it seemed like a nice gesture.

It's probably because I want to get a warm welcome for Lucy.

I realized the reason I was going out of my way to get flowers was obviously to create a warm welcome for my loved one, who would probably be arriving home safely later in the evening.

I walked to the flower shop that was right next to Wanda's, just a hop skip away. I picked out a lovely flower arrangement, and decided to get two bouquets, one for Priscilla and one for Lucy. Kate would have been proud of me for being such a sweet guy and an excellent caretaker.

I thought of Kate, but once again realized I wasn't compelled to weep or feel deeper emotion about it.

I must have been cheered up by the recent wonderful company, and the thought of Lucy arriving home soon. I was obviously feeling better emotionally about my recent loss. I didn't want to get too excited about this change in mood, however. I knew that dealing with the loss of a loved one was a roller coaster ride, and I would have up days and down days. Having an up day for once did seem quite profound though, like sort of a big deal.

I went back into Wanda's and collected my coffees just as they had finished being made, and hopped back in my car to drive home.

the sound of the front-door of my home being closed

I think my timing was perfect, because I heard the sound of a shower stopping. Priscilla

7:25am.

She's up a lot earlier than usual too.

I realized that my plan to get her a coffee may have been stupid, because she may have slept in until 10am. I suppose I just got lucky that she'd be able to drink it while it was still hot. Or maybe I would have just put it in the fridge until she woke up and reheated it for her later.

the sound of a blow dryer

She's drying her hair.

Priscilla entered the main area wearing a black long-sleeved shirt that clung to her body relatively tightly, not hiding her curves or feminine form at all. Apparently she was comfortable dressing that sort of way around me. She had on a different pair of darker tight jeans, not the same ones as the day before. I was immediately aware of how beautiful her feminine form was, and especially the lovely curves of her chest, that were entirely unhidden by her shirt. It was clear that she was wearing a bra, but she looked fantastic. I didn't want to stare too much, but she was obviously at least a B-cup in the chest area. She was such a very healthy woman and I was proud of her for turning out to be such a fine young lady.

“Good morning Ronen!” she spoke with a yawn.

I was really glad that she had spoken, because it alerted me to the fact that I had been staring at her chest without realizing it. I was alarmed that I hadn't caught myself and grateful that she hadn't noticed.

Priscilla was opening up a kitchen cupboard to grab a cup and I interrupted her with my voice.

“You don't have to get yourself a drink Priscilla. I went out and got us coffees from Wanda's already.”

She was obviously still sleepy a bit, her hair still damp, but her crystal blue eyes radiated with the light blue of the tropical ocean. Her eyes were soooo pretty. Her long black slightly damp hair only contrasted with her eyes perfectly, drawing out the radiant color of them.

She is so pretty.

Priscilla was smiling at me, the side of her mouth curling into a smirk of some sort.

“Ronen, you are too much. What a good boy you are. Getting coffee, for me? How sweet.” she told me, praising my efforts, reaching out to grip one of the coffee's set on the counter and help herself to it at her own pace.

So much happiness jolted through my body. It was like a flood of joy. I couldn't help it. I was proud of myself. I had done so well. I was actually surprised by how happy I felt. It was a lot of happiness indeed, more than I was used to.

It was strange that she had called me a boy, as I was obviously a much older man, but I knew she was just kidding around and didn't think much of it.

I realized that I had done a very good thing by going out and thinking of Priscilla and getting her donuts, coffee, and flowers. She hadn't even seen the donuts and flowers yet. I walked over to where I had set the donuts down and brought them into the kitchen.

“That's not all I got actually. I figured you might like to have some donuts from Wanda's.” I noted.

“Oh my God! Are you serious! What a sweetheart! You are free to buy me donuts any time Ronen. Wow. I feel so spoiled.” Priscilla spoke to me, beaming at me.

My eyes were scanning up and down her body, drinking in just how slender she was, and how her black long-sleeved shirt showed off her impressive curvy feminine form that had developed into a relatively hourglass shape though she wasn't so full in the chest area yet, yet her breasts looked so healthy and lovely. My eyes were lingering on her hips and just observing how amazing her beautiful ass looked, packed tightly into those jeans. She was such a lady, damn. I had actually never had a friend, lover, co-worker, or anyone in my life with an ass quite like that.

“Did you want first pick?” Priscilla asked me.

“Huh?” I snapped, jostling myself a bit.

Damn, you were just staring at her ass a lot. Please be more careful.

I was glad that her voice had prompted me. I felt a bit bad that I was staring at her body so much. I really hadn't intended to. She was wearing a sweater last night and she had looked stunning, but I hadn't realized quite how amazing her body was until now. Priscilla was so very physically attractive. I was pretty sure most men would have considered her at least a 9/10, if not a perfect 10. I couldn't see anything wrong with her at all. She must have been exercising at the gym all the time, or just very naturally blessed, or both.

“Oh... I mean... yeah, sure, why not?” I replied to her, choosing a simple glazed donut.

I couldn't help it, I had always been a straight vanilla type of guy. I loved life's simple pleasures, and there was nothing wrong with a well-made glazed donut.

“I hope I'm not ruining your exercise routine or anything like that. It looks like you spend a lot of time improving yourself, so I won't be offended if you don't eat any.” I told her, concerned about her health.

“Are you kidding? I've been working so hard on getting bigger and better all year. So it's completely fine to relax and have a cheat day over the holidays. Besides, I love donuts.” Priscilla told me.

a very subtle low humming noise

“Ok... hehe... sounds fine.” I chuckled along with her, keeping the mood light.

I watched her with curiosity as she held the box of donuts open, taking her time to pick the one she wanted.

I didn't mean to stare, but something strange was happening as I watched her. It looked like her black shirt was tightening around her waist off its own accord. I must not have slept so well, because it almost looked like her chest was growing subtly. It sounds strange, I'm sure, because people don't just grow like that or anything. I realized I may have just been sleepy or something like that. I wasn't sure. I felt a bit strange. I must have just been seeing things or something.

“Here, let me get you a plate.” I told her, grabbing a plate for her out of a cabinet.

“Thanks Ronen. I like the ones with sprinkles so now I won't make a mess on the floor.” she told me, looking at me eye to eye.

Eye to eye.

Priscilla had never been this tall, I had thought.

As I handed her the plate, it wasn't lost on me that we were the exact same height.

I realized I must not have been paying attention to her size exactly yesterday. I was still growing accustomed to having her around. It was obvious that she had grown a little bit taller throughout the year than I had noticed yesterday. She was just as tall as me now.

I kept looking up at her and looking up at her again and again, feeling so drawn to the fact that she was the same height as me. It just, really stood out, for some reason, that she was the same size as me. I just kept feeling like I would have noticed that more last night, but I could have been really excited or sleepy or distracted or something.

Is she the same height as me now? Was she that tall when she arrived? Hrmmm...

Because she was wearing a tighter and more revealing shirt, she looked ever so slightly bigger than she had yesterday during the Jamarr Tookes fight. I was a gentleman and hadn't been staring at her, so that was why I hadn't realized entirely, her full and complete size. She was easily just as tall as me, looking at me eye to eye with a smile, accepting the plate that I handed her for her delicious sprinkled donut.

She lifted the donut and took a relaxed healthy bite as she stared at me in the eyes, eye to eye with me. She looked so calm and confident as she slowly chewed her donut. Her eyes lingered on me entirely as she ate.

There was something about the way she was casually looking at me with that warm look in her eyes that made my stomach flutter a bit. She was just very pretty and she was staring right at me as she chewed. I decided to break the awkwardness by showing her what else I got her.

“Well that's not all I got... I figured that ladies love flowers, so I got some for you and Lucy while I was out.”

Priscilla's eyes widened with joyful surprise. She put her donut down with only a few bites in it.

“Are you serious?” she asked me with excitement.

I just grinned back at her, turning my back to her to go and grab her flowers.

I loved seeing her beautiful face smiling ear to ear as I brought them back. I was really feasting on her positive reaction. I got so much satisfaction from putting a smile on the faces of other people, especially ones I cared so much about.

Priscilla began clapping her palms together excitedly, bouncing up and down on her toes.

At first I was smiling excitedly, but my eyes were really drawn to her chest that was bouncing and wobbling up and down in her black cotton shirt that was rather tight on her. I could see the outline of her bra holding her breasts contained. Gosh, they were bouncing and wobbling a lot as she clapped her hands and bounced up and down on the balls of her feet.

Something about her seems bigger.

I stood in front of her, holding the flowers, feeling a bit quiet. After watching Priscilla clap and bounce with joy, I just felt like I saw a lot more motion in her body than I was used to. It was like, she was taller, or bigger, or just, something felt off.

“And these flowers are for me too?” she asked, just for confirmation.

Does her chest look slightly bigger?

“Yeah...” I replied, having droned out a bit while staring at her chest that was moving so amazingly with her youthful and playful bouncing. She was only nineteen years old and her breasts were so perky, firm, and bouncy.

There was an awkward moment where I snapped out of my gaze that was staring at her chest. My body stuttered a bit, not sure of where to move or what to do, but only for a brief moment. I set the flowers on the counter top next to her.

“Oh my goodness. I'm so happy Ronen. You are such a gentleman.” she praised me.

“This makes me so happy.” she told me.

“I'm so grateful for you. You really are such a good boy and I appreciate this so much.” Priscilla added, addressing her bouquet of flowers, touching some of the flowers slightly with her fingertips.

A large rush of joy rocketed into my body, energizing all of the pores of my skin cells. I actually couldn't stop myself from smiling. I tried to temper my joy, but it was a lot to deal with. There was something about giving Priscilla flowers that left me with a deep sense of satisfaction and joy. I felt so happy in that moment, very happy. I knew that buying those flowers was a great idea. I was so proud of myself.

I thought it was a bit strange that she referred to me as a boy instead of a man, but Priscilla was so kind to me that I didn't care too much. It was nice to feel young again. Even though she was so much younger than me, and Lucy's best friend, she was precious and dear to me, and she had a lot of leadway to act however she pleased around me. This was just her authentic self and how she spoke and I never judged her. She used to speak so much more strangely when she was younger. I was used to far crazier things that she would say.

That one famous slumber party that everyone spoke about for years, she went crazy yelling about how she was the princess of power or something like that. I thought it was hilarious and adorable, but some of the girls found her so intense. They didn't feel like playing along and complained, but I decided to take Priscilla's side because she was just having fun. There was no reason to be such a buzzkill at a birthday party. Priscilla was good vibes and she still is and always will be. The way she threatened to hit people with her pink umbrella if they disobeyed her was intense, but I just felt her imagination and creativity were top notch.

“Yeah, I thought the coffee, donuts, and flowers might cheer you up after you whole hypnosis thing didn't go so well last night.” I told her.

“Oh?” Priscilla inquired, the corner of her mouth lifting in a wry smile.

“Yeah, I just really wanted to say I'm so sorry that your hypnosis stuff didn't work on me last night. I didn't want to make you feel bad or anything like that. I'm just a very logical person and I don't believe in any of that stuff. Hopefully I didn't cause you any harm. Maybe these flowers will cheer you up.” I told her, a sincere effort towards keeping my daughter's best friend happy.

“Oh, that's fine Ronen. You can let it go. I'm still practicing and trying to learn. I'm sure I'll get better someday.” she told me.

“Well, I did want to talk about that a little bit. I mean, are you sure that this is the direction that you want to go in at your school? It's a relatively expensive school and it's not too late to change the direction of your studies since you're only still a freshman.” I advised her.

Priscilla's parents had never been rich. I knew her mother could afford the tuition, but that paying it might be putting a lot of financial pressure on her. She didn't have a partner around to help generate money. I'm sure it was quite a heavy burden for her to pay Priscilla's tuition, and I just hoped that she got good use out of her money. I would hate to see Priscilla not get much out of her college education.

I heard the sound of my own voice, calling her a freshman at university, but she certainly didn't look like it to me. She looked like a fully grown, mature, and respectable woman that any man would be happy to marry and I think many would have guessed her to be older. I felt like I was seeing her in a new light today. All of the beliefs and methods of protection in my brain that caused me to see her only as the kid that grew up in my neighborhood visiting my house regularly, or seeing her as “Lucy's friend,” felt like they weren't as strong. It felt more like all I could see was a very sexy, kind, mature woman that was entirely marriage material.

She's just a college student Ronen.

I reminded myself that she was in the same class as my daughter Lucy, and was less than half my age, but it didn't seem to temper how mature and physically attractive she looked quite as much as it had yesterday. I could only see a real death-trap of a lady, one that could make you think of only her all day every day if you were lucky enough to be chosen by her. I had to remind myself that it was only a month ago... that... uhhh... a month ago that... uhhhh...

What was I thinking about again? Didn't something important happen a month ago?

“Oh, I'm doing fine Ronen, but I super appreciate your concern. It's ok to let it go. It's the holidays anyway and it's not like I was planning on being your shrink anyway.” Priscilla told me.

“Hehe, ok. Sorry for getting too serious...” I began speaking.

I heard the same subtle humming noise I had heard a short while ago

 “I just worry about you and your growth and development is all. Same with Lucy. I just want to make sure you guys are both on the right track.” I told her, trying to allow her to understand why I had brought up my concern.

As I explained myself for a bit, I started feeling a bit strange again. After I stopped talking, I paused and starting feeling that my shoes felt a bit more roomy and comfortable against my sock covered feet all of a sudden. My jacket felt a bit looser as well.

Hrmmm, am I losing a bit of weight?

I was thinking that I should weigh myself later on. I might have lost some weight or something recently. I had been taking great care of myself after all.

I took a sip of coffee again at the same time as Priscilla. The cup felt ever so slightly larger in my hand then when I had brought them home.

Strange.

I looked over at Priscilla and it almost seemed like she was almost imperceptibly bigger than she had been a moment ago. I was sure we were had been just eye to eye in terms of height, but now, I wasn't so sure.

I shook my head a bit.

You ok there Ronen?

I wondered if there was too much caffeine in the coffee or something. This day was starting to be a little bit strange.

I was probably nervous from being around such a pretty young lady or something like that.

whirrr whirrrr Priscilla's phone buzzed twice.

She pulled her phone out of her back pocket to check it.

“Oh, it looks like Lucy is going to be on the road in the afternoon. She will probably get here around 5pm or so, just in time for dinner.” Priscilla told me.

“And anyway, I think it's sweet how much you care about Lucy and I, so I wouldn't worry about it. Thanks for all your concern Ronen. You are a gentleman for sure. These donuts are delicious. These flowers are so precious. I'll just go set them down next to my heart shaped locket by my nightstand.” Priscilla told me, walking away from the kitchen to visit her bedroom, and place the flowers there.

It felt like my house was full again, as it had been just a few months ago. Even though Lucy had yet to arrive, I felt so happy that she was on her way soon. Priscilla already being here really filled a void in my heart. I had been alone for several weeks. I didn't feel alone so much anymore. My heart felt full. I didn't feel so sad that my Flower Lily was gone. It was almost like my Flower Lily was still here, watching us and enjoying the moments we were all having together in her absence. My heart felt full in this moment. I was obviously joyful that my kind gestures of donuts and flowers had allowed Priscilla to smile. She was a precious person to me and my family. I was glad she felt right at home.

I did notice however, as she walked away, that her beautiful ass was really big. Her feminine walk and the move and shake of her bottom seemed more exaggerated by just a small amount than I had remembered the night before. It was like there was more density to it, or more flesh packed in there, more girth, something, I'm not even sure. It was just like raw natural sexiness had been injected into it overnight or something. Maybe it was just the jeans she was wearing looking great on her?

wishhhhhhhhhhh the sound of rushing water as I washed my hands in the sink.

Strange, I reached a bit too low to turn the sink on.

My muscle memory was usually on auto pilot, but my hand had hit the knob just a centimeter below, bumping my hand a bit.

“Oof.” I felt a slight impact of my hand on metal as it bumped into the sink for some reason.

I used this sink all the time and I had never bumped my hand like that. It was odd.

Priscilla came back after setting her flowers down in her room somewhere. Her healthy breasts were bouncing in her shirt with her walk, just above her slender belly.

She actually looked a bit taller than me for sure.

What is going on? I might need a nap.

I did a double take, then a triple take, looking at her as she lingered around the kitchen area, checking and rechecking to confirm that she did indeed look taller than me.

Is she an inch or two taller than me now? This is getting weird.

“I just can't believe how great it is to be back Ronen. These donuts and flowers are so awesome and really lifted my spirits. This event just keeps getting bigger and better doesn't it?” said Priscilla.

I chuckled and laughed, feeling great about myself. I was giving her another positive experience, just as I had done for her as a kid growing up around my home with Lucy. I was proud of myself.

a subtle humming noise filled my ears

“Well yeah, we are having fun. It should be even more fun with Lucy arrives...” I told her, agreeing with Priscilla.

Is she... growing? Right now?

As I was speaking, I sort of trailed off, my eyes being slightly hypnotized by the very real sensation that the beautiful woman standing near to me, munching on the rest of her sprinkled donut, was actually growing larger. It was really hard to tell. The growth was so slow and subtle. It made me stare at her so much. For some reason, I wasn't even worrying if she noticed me staring. I was just looking at her body entirely as I turned back periodically to finish washing my hands, turning off the sink.

I noticed that the sink knob just seemed slightly off in size as I twisted it to shut off the water. I felt the same about the towel I was using to wipe my hands dry. As I cleaned my hands, drying them off, I was looking at other objects in the room, trying to compare their size to Priscilla.

I took a look at my coffee wondering if it had been spiked with drugs somehow. Then I looked back at Priscilla. She was big. Definitely bigger.

There was no way that she was just a B-cup now. Maybe she had always been bigger and I hadn't realized it?

Am I losing my mind?

I was daring enough to draw closer to her, to measure how tall I was.

Priscilla stood four inches (10 cm) taller than me, as clearly as day. She was clearly taller than me.

My clothes felt slightly looser on me all around. It really felt like I had gotten smaller.

“Have you had any of the coffee yet Priscilla?” I asked, scratching the back of my head, feeling like I was in a bit of a daze.

“Yeah, of course. It's amazing actually. Thanks so much for this.” Priscilla told me, sipping her coffe and finishing up her donut.

“Oh... ok...” I spoke, feeling distracted, my speech was a bit unfocused.

“Are you ok Ronen?” Priscilla asked me, giving me an inquisitive gaze.

I closed my eyes for a bit and put my hand on my chest, feeling dizzy a bit.

“Yeah, I'm fine honey... cough  I mean...” I was immediately alarmed at my mistake.

Priscilla looked at me with raised eyebrows, her face full of intrigue.

“Excuse me, I'm sorry. I'm just used to having my wife around.” I spoke with a bit of sadness on my face, though my face was turning red with embarrassment.

“That was embarrassing, please excuse me. I think I need to splash some water in my face a moment.” I said, excusing myself.

“Oh sure Ronen. I don't mind at all. Don't worry. I just hope you feel better.” Priscilla told me in her sweet voice as I walked away to my bedroom.

I entered into my bathroom and began drawing water from the sink. The sink seriously seemed just slightly higher up than I was used to. That was impossible.

What the fuck is happening?

Did Wanda spike my drink? She'd never dream of doing that. It would ruin her business.

I wondered if I had caught a cold or something. I didn't feel normal.

splash I splashed some water in my face, looking at myself in the mirror.

As I gazed at myself in the mirror, it really did appear like I was slightly smaller somehow.

People don't get smaller. It's not possible. You're just having some sort of episode.

I wondered if I was hallucinating or under the influence of some sort of chemical. I was really struggling mentally to figure out what was going wrong. My logical brain simply couldn't figure it out.

I stood on my old-school scale that had a built in height measuring tool on it and checked my weight first, sliding the weights to the left and right until the scale balanced as I stood on it.

I knew that I almost always measured somewhere around 148 pounds.

“134 pounds?!?!” I spoke out loud, feeling alarmed.

I didn't even pause to measure my height. I was feeling a bit hysterical.

How in the shit did I lose 14 pounds in a few days?

I remembered measuring myself just a few days ago. Since I had lost my Flower Lily, I was careful to monitor myself to maintain my health and well-being.

When I thought of my wife that had passed, I just didn't feel so sad about it as I was accustomed to, but I ignored that for now, eager to see my height.

“5 foot... 3 inches?!?!” I spoke to myself, my jaw hanging low.

I stood there on the scale and measuring tool, feeling completely frozen. I was entirely vexed and daunted. The device was telling me that I was exactly three inches shorter than my known height that I've had for decades, the height of 5'6” (168 cm).

Now I was only five feet three inches (160 cm) somehow, but that could not occur in nature or physical reality. Human beings were incapable of being reduced in size.

I looked at my clothes and realized they obviously were not fitting me as well. They were indeed looser. The looseness of my clothes lined up entirely with my loss of height.

I had always thought that Priscilla was 5'4” (163 cm). I was very comfortable and accustomed to being taller than her. I had really thought I was still taller than her when she had arrived.

Just a moment ago, it didn't seem like I was taller than her at all. I was certain that she was at least three or four inches (10 cm) above me.

How is that even possible?

My coffee had tasted normal. Could there really have been drugs in there?

There aren't any drugs that cause the human body to shrink Ronen.

“Gosh, I wish my Water Lily was here to comfort me.” I told myself, staring at myself in the mirror again, feeling sorry for myself.

Somehow, I didn't cry. It felt like I should be crying, but I wasn't.

Priscilla, I should tell her about this. Maybe she can comfort me.