“C’mon, Fran. You have to make up your mind someday.”

Franklin tapped an uneven beat on the cafe table. “I mean, I will. I’m just thinking about it. Like…it’s just a big life decision.”

Across from him, May peered critically over the rim of her cup. “There’s a difference between thinking carefully and avoiding the choice, you know. I can respect what you decided with your name. It certainly made it easy for everybody to not deadname you when we could just use the nickname you always had. But you’ve always been indecisive. And you’re just going to torture yourself if you keep waffling!”

“I don’t want to transition and then realize later that I hate it,” Franklin said quietly to his coffee. “And you can’t just reverse it — I mean, you can reverse it, but you can’t reverse it, you know?” Ever since he came out years ago, Franklin had grappled with the Transition Question and everybody around him had patiently let him grapple. But at this point even he had to (silently) admit that this was more procrastination than anything.

May huffed, resting her chin in her hand. “You can even decide to not do it, but be open to go through with it later — “

“Oh, that’s a good idea.”

“ — but you’d have to really mean it, not use it as an excuse to not choose right now,” May finished with a pointed look. Franklin withered under it. May sighed. “Okay. What specifically is stopping you from making a decision? And I’m talking specifics.”

Franklin hemmed vaguely.

“You’re really lucky I love you, Fran.” May leaned back in her chair, looking at the ceiling for a moment. “Let me say it this way. You don’t know if it’ll change your life for better or for worse, right? So, if you could magically know one thing, something that would tell you for sure whether you’d want to transition or not, what would that be?”

“I…uh…” Franklin fiddled with a napkin while May stared at him. She wasn’t going to say anything more until he gave a concrete answer, it seemed. Franklin took a breath. Honestly, this wasn’t a hard question to answer. He’d been ruminating on something specific for years. It just was absolutely embarrassing to say.

“I guess…well…like…” Franklin stuttered for a while longer, hoping for something distracting to happen before he could complete his sentence, “something like…if, you know…if I’d actually…like having a, er…a dick.” He cringed reflexively, but didn’t hear the expected laughter. May was crossing her arms, looking like she was seriously pondering something.

“Alright,” she said, tossing a few dollar bills on the table, “I think I have something that can help.”

Franklin stared as May shouldered her bag and stood up. “What?”

“You’re gonna find the answer to that question.”

“Right now? Wait!” Franklin rushed to his feet, almost jostling his glasses off in the process. He adjusted them as he hurried after May, who was already leaving the coffee shop. “Hang on! What do you mean?!”

But May just continued weaving through the crowded sidewalk, leaving Franklin to stumble his way amongst the city throng. He didn’t even catch up with her, technically. The only reason he was able to find her was because she simply went to their apartment. Franklin fanned the collar of his sweatshirt, sweating from his recent bit of casual exercise. “May? Seriously, what was that about?”

May circled around the kitchen island and handed over a glass bottle. “Right, go ahead and have a sip of this — “

Franklin grabbed it and gulped most of it down. He pressed the bottle to his forehead with a contented sigh, relishing the feeling of cool glass against his skin. There was a pleasant buzz starting in his head. Maybe the drink was alcoholic. He looked back at May. “So are you gonna tell me what you were talking about back there?”

May stared at him, looking a strange combination of concerned and intrigued. “You weren’t supposed to drink quite that much.”

“What?” Franklin frowned and looked at the remains of the drink. It looked unremarkable. “What is it?”

“Well, this should be interesting, at least…”

The bottle suddenly forced Franklin’s hand open, seeming to expand, and he yelped and leapt backwards, almost tripping over himself. May deftly caught it out of the air, though she couldn’t prevent the rest of the drink splashing onto the floor. She set the bottle aside on the counter and stepped towards him. More like stepped up to him, Franklin realized, as he tried to push his glasses up in place, as he noticed the waist of his jeans listing to the side. He hadn’t been particularly tall or anything, but he normally stood level with May. Now his eyes were more nose-level, which was a surprisingly big difference in perspective. Not huge or anything, but enough to be disconcerting. “What’s happening?” his voice cracked.

“Well,” May answered, casually licking rivulets of the drink from her hand. There was a slight drop in her height, almost insignificant, but seeing it happen to someone else cemented the reality in Franklin’s head. May’s eyes fluttered for a moment and she sighed through her nose, smiling warmly. “I can’t say that this will be exactly like having a dick. But it might be close enough.”

Franklin jolted downwards to chin height, his glasses swinging down and hitting him in the teeth. He could feel his clothes around him billow out and settle back onto his frame, his ankles slip into his sneakers. It was like being in a falling elevator, only in stages. “I don’t, what, how is shrinking supposed to help?!”

“The shrinking is more like a side effect, really. You should be noticing the actual effect soon.” May knelt down slowly as she spoke, allowing Franklin to look down at her again. He flinched as she gently unhooked his glasses from his ears. Her hands looked like they could crush his head, if she put in the effort. And he couldn’t have shrunk more than nine inches. Even though May was clearly doing her best to ease him into…into all this, he couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. His collar was starting to bare his shoulders. His binder wasn’t flush against his chest anymore. He clutched at his pants as they threatened to fall, with hands drowning in his sleeves. If this was just a side effect, he thought, then what the fuck was the intended effect going to be?

That’s when he felt it, something starting to push and slide against his thighs. The feeling sent an intense jolt to his crotch, and he pulled the waist of his pants away and stared down. His briefs should have been as baggy as the rest of his clothes, but they weren’t. And the reason was quite apparent. There was a bulge making a tent between his legs, more than making up for the slack that his diminishing body was creating. And as he stared, it was clearly getting bigger. The tingling in his crotch was growing in intensity at the same time. His legs were starting to feel wobbly, though not from fright.

May grinned up at him, probably relishing his expression. He had no idea what expression he was making exactly, but he could imagine that it was priceless. “Like I said, not exactly like a dick, but hopefully close enough.”

“I-is that my fucking clit?” Franklin croaked while May stood up again to strip.

“Yeah. I gave you something to make that little guy grow. But it’s gotta get the size from somewhere, right? Hey, do you mind pulling my pants down?”

Franklin obeyed numbly, finding some amount of comfort in being told something simple to do. It wasn’t even that difficult; May’s clothes were also somewhat baggy from her own little indulgence of the brew. He didn’t even need to unbutton her pants. A bit of wiggling and a tug was all it took to reveal her own swollen clit, though it certainly wasn’t as swollen as his. May’s clit was only big enough to poke out from under its hood — but that was still a noticeable difference. And she had only had a drop of that brew. Franklin had drunk at least half a bottle. “Oh fuck,” he said in muted horror and anticipation. As if on cue, his clit paused in its growth and he dropped to chest height. In his general state of stupor, he hadn’t been prepared to catch any of his clothes, and so they all fell away, leaving him as naked as May. Well, almost. His briefs were still hanging on him like he was a coat rack. And starting to stretch again, now that the monster growing between his legs received a fresh deposit of size.

Objectively, it hadn’t yet gotten any bigger when he dropped in height just then. But relatively, it had all of a sudden become closer to a small bag of groceries hanging off him, and he almost doubled over. May caught him before he could fall, her hands now easily enveloping most of his torso. She looked down at his crotch and licked her lips. “Let’s get that out of there before you ruin those briefs,” she said, peeling his underwear slowly down his growing member (how could you call it anything else? How could it be anything else?). Despite her care, the fabric still couldn’t help but rub against him and he leaned back, shaking with the effort it took to stifle a moan. But once the briefs overcame its only obstacle, it easily dropped down without even touching his legs. Triumphant, May gently led him to their bed. She lay down first before picking him up by the shoulders and holding him over her. “Now. You are going to fuck me with that big. Fat. Cock.”

‘Big’ was an exaggeration. Although it hung comically halfway down his thighs and was hanging lower by the second, it certainly wasn’t anywhere close to being a nine inch monstrosity. The growth was in overall volume, not simply in length. But her husky voice sent thrums down his spine, filled his heart, and once she set him down between her legs, he waded up to her waiting slit and hefted his bulge inside.

The effect was electrifying. He couldn’t help but cry out before he even entered fully. Every bit of sensation down there felt magnified a hundred times, flooding him with an amount of pleasure he couldn’t have imagined before. The way her walls pushed against him and eased him in pricked at his nerve endings. And beyond the pure sensual experience, he felt a thrill, a sense of connection, in the act of penetrating May. Something he could not have experienced before. Of course, he couldn’t particularly fill her up much as he was now, but the best part was, he was still growing inside her.

He pressed himself flush against her body, lying down on her belly. His head was just underneath her breasts and his hands clutched at her hips. With his ear up against her, he felt her shudders run through him. Seems like she was looking forward for what was to come as well.

He started to thrust, each time feeling himself dig deeper and deeper into her. Once or twice, he felt a hand flutter behind him, as if May was about to pump him in and out herself, but each time she backed off to leave him in control. To let him be the one doing the fucking. The pure love in that gesture fueled his eagerness all the more, and he humped her harder while also fumbling for her pearl-sized clit, stroking it with his hands. He was rewarded with a cute wail that May tried to stifle with her fist. Her legs squeezed him for a second as she shook with arousal, her walls squeezing him tighter, or maybe he was still growing in there. He found himself tensing under the pressure, all the feelings building up in him on the brink of release —

May cried out once more as he vaguely felt his tip hit something, and her slick cum washed out onto his front. She arced backwards, suddenly pulling him up off his feet, and he scrabbled for purchase on her skin as her walls finally relaxed. Her landing jostled him around inside her, and that was enough for him to follow her lead. The world around him faded — the only thing he was aware of was The Orgasm, the most intense he ever had. If anybody ever claimed they could rock his world, he would have to laugh at them because this, just now, left his ears ringing, knocked the wind out of him, made his heart skip a beat and then some. He lay limp over May’s belly, dazed, as both of them caught their breath. The slowing rhythm of the rise and fall of her soft flesh threatened to rock him to sleep, until he felt himself dragging lower, towards her pubes.

Her scraggly hair brushed against his chest and into his face. His legs inched across the bedsheets, forcing him to stand up straight — and then on his toes. He looked up, spluttering, and gasped at the sight of his girlfriend stretching out like a field and up like a mountain. But he didn’t marvel for long, as his stolen size drained away to its destination. But, having filled her to the brim, Franklin found himself being pushed outwards, his feet wheeling as he struggled to keep up. May grunted, twitching, and reached down to pinch him by his torso. “Alright. Everybody off.”

She wiggled him, tugged, and with a loud pop, he was free. The growing mass dropped to the bed, and Franklin bounced helplessly from the force of it. May snorted. “I think it’s gonna be taller than you, soon.”

“It already is,” Franklin gasped out as it continued to swell. It pressed up against his body and he was forced to hug it, the contact making him briefly shiver. He was starting to feel like Sisyphus. Though Sisyphus probably had never been in danger of being crushed by his boulder. The thought troubled him. “This won’t go much longer, will it?”

“I dunno,” May said, sitting up. The shift of her weight was enough to roll him forward, and now he was splayed out on top of his own organ. May stifled a smirk. “You really chugged it down. You might get a little smaller.” She got off the bed, moving slower this time, so that all that happened to him was a bit of jiggling.

“If I get any smaller, this’ll be like a fucking planet,” Franklin grumbled. “When will this wear off? Actually,” he added, fear clouding his face. “Is this gonna wear off?”

“Of course it will, dummy. You think I’d give you something permanent?” May wandered towards the kitchen, her steps wobbling his perch some more, and returned with a teacup. “Alright, I think this will work.”

May set the teacup against the edge of the bed and carefully nudged Franklin over until his ballooning clit rolled inside. After that, she lifted both of them up and over to the kitchen counter and set them down. Franklin was still tall enough to stand over the rim of the cup, though he had to essentially hug it.

It was disorienting to see his enormous clit in context with the rest of the world. He was struggling with something that May could simply roll around with her hand. It wouldn’t even be much bigger than a cupcake. Though, he could still see it growing by the second, rising like a soufflé.

He shifted his feet — the stone counter felt very cold compared to May’s hands — and looked back up at May. She loomed over him, larger than ever. On the counter, he couldn’t even stand as tall as her breasts. But somehow, looking at this behemoth, a titan that could probably crush his entire body in her hand, was more comforting than looking at his (relatively) much smaller body part. It made the whole experience of being mere inches tall feel…distant. Somewhat exciting. Or something.

“There isn’t something like this where the, uh, shrinking is like…the main effect, not just the side effect, is there?”

May frowned and bent down until her face was more level with him. Seeing something as big as a skyscraper move like that…well, he didn’t quite have the words for it yet. This day had been a very confusing one.

“You say that like you might want to shrink in the future.”

Her tone made Franklin laugh in embarrassment. “I mean, that might be accurate? Um. Is that weird?”

“In general? No. But you were really freaking out before, and that was back when you were like,” May held her hand about a foot above the countertop, “so I do think maybe it’s a little weird for you.”

“Did I freak out that much?”

“Yeah, man. You were all, ‘wh-wh-what’s haaaaapening??’”

Franklin chuckled at May’s expression of mock fear. She laughed too, the waves of her breath fluttering over him, making his chest feel — something. “I didn’t sound like that.”

“I just figured being even smaller would be scarier. Look.” May’s hand slid over the counter and two of her fingers pinched his ankles. “You fit in the space between my fingers. That doesn’t freak you out?”

Franklin tugged a foot loose and rolled it over the folds of her knuckles. “Well. I dunno. I guess, maybe… the smaller I’ve gotten, the more unreal it all seems. It’s like…when you see a mountain, and it doesn’t look real?”

“You think mountains aren’t real?”

“That’s not what I said!” Franklin scowled at May as she gave a louder laugh this time. “They’re just so far away that they don’t look like they’re actually there. And that makes them look beautiful and majestic. And that’s sort of what you look like now. And when you move, it sort of makes my heart pound. Even just now.” Franklin tapped a toe on her finger. “Seeing you do this, I guess that was…thrilling. Took my breath away. It’s just all so unreal that my mind’s got this buzz. Like everything’s fuzzy.”

“Awww,” May said. And then: “That kind of sounds like a fear response. That actually kind of sounds like maybe you’re disassociating a bit. Actually, that’s really worrying.”

“No, really,” Franklin insisted. “It felt nice being in your hands. And you’ve been so careful, I feel protected. When you’re bigger, it’s like there’s more of you to explore, and that’s what I want to do. Explore you.”

There was a long silence, as May stared at him. He gulped, wondering if what he said sounded silly, or if maybe he was delirious from some sort of fear response after all. But then he suddenly felt his feet starting to leave the ground.

The world expanded around Franklin once more as he was pulled upwards, closer to the contents of the cup. His feet kicked feebly in the air as he watched May’s face get further away, blurrier. He shrunk to the point where he could stand inside the teacup’s handle, and then shrunk some more. Soon enough, he was lying, spreadeagled, on top of a dark, quivering landscape that stretched out to a white, gold-rimmed wall. This was now all that he could see. The ground began to swell, groaning, and with his ear against it he could hear something going on inside, a weird hollow void, sort of like putting his ear against a seashell. He could feel something small rubbing against his crotch, and he knew it was himself. It was weird for his brain to consolidate both the tactile information and his own visual perception, it felt fractal, like zooming in on himself would reveal infinitely smaller hims standing on himself, even though in reality it was just him and his enormous mound.

He gasped as the world jiggled, and gravity pressed him a bit into the pliant ground until everything stopped in front of May’s eye.

“I’ve never seen anyone so small,” she whispered. “You’re like an inch or something.” The objective measurement made Franklin’s spine tingle. May paused for a moment. “You will be happy to know that it’s not going to get any bigger, though. You only fed it a few inches or whatever. Though I guess those few inches mean a lot to you right now. Are you sure you aren’t scared?”

“I’m more frustrated about not being able to move. I really want to walk around and touch you. All I’m really doing right now is touching myself.” Franklin waved a hand and let it fall to demonstrate his point. The small slap made everything shiver like elastic.

May was silent for a moment. “Well, it looks like you’ve certainly discovered something about yourself. Though, it wasn’t the thing we were actually trying to discover.”

“Huh?” Franklin said, still dazed from the recent genital-quake.

“You know. The whole reason why we did this? Should I give you a blowjob to remind you?”

Franklin’s eyes widened as the teacup lowered to a grin as wide as a bus. “Oh god.”

May swirled the cup, causing him to roll side to side. “Mmm, my favorite brew.” Her lips moved closer, like an asteroid, as he felt his world tilt towards her. They pursed and landed in front of him. Her nose nuzzled into the surface next to his head.

“Oh god,” Franklin repeated, his arousal returning full force. May apparently heard this because she chortled, and each laugh bounced him, making him moan. Her tongue massaged him in small circles that caused waves of flesh to roll under him. The breath from her nose made his toes curl. Hell, his own bucking created an overwhelming feedback loop. This was blowing the previous event out of the water. He was being touched in places impossible to touch. It was almost like each individual nerve had its own personal stimulus, something that was chosen for it specifically. His past self had thought nothing else could “rock his world;” well, now Franklin found himself eating his own words. How foolish he had been, a sweet summer child.

He came, a minute after May started, his squeal almost lost in the sounds of her sucking. He came again. And again. Every time, before he could wind down, he would get worked up again by the aftershocks of his arousal. Or the feeling of his own cum spreading on top of himself. Or the brush of May’s nose still against him. Eventually, his body simply ran out of energy and he collapsed, breathing heavily, not sure if he could ever feel anything ever again. May leaned back, staring down at him fondly, before peeling him out of the cup and into her hand.

“So? Did this help you decide?”

“Oh god yes,” Franklin gasped, before falling into the longest post-coitus nap he ever had.