Christmas Fairy

Christmas Fairy
by oggbashan ©


Copyright Oggbashan November 2004/December 2017

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

This story was inspired by Piers Anthony's short story 'The Bridge'. I cannot describe this as an original work only as a variation on his theme.

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Chapter 01: Growing

On the way from the garage where he parked his car, to the inconspicuous side alley with access to the stairs leading to his penthouse flat, Paul passed a travel agent's shop window. He amused himself every workday evening contemplating the places he could choose to visit. The last couple of weeks he had been looking at something different in the shop window.

Just behind the posters stood a Christmas tree. The decorations were bland and looked as if they had been bought in bulk with little care. Except one: the fairy at the top of the tree. The tip of the tree disappeared under her wide flaring calf-length silver skirt. Her silver top strained across partly concealed breasts. Her golden hair spread over her shoulders. She looked down at Paul with a pitying expression as if she had seen so many men like him, work-dominated and loveless. Her expression seemed to promise kind loving companionship with no illusions about the frailties of the human male. Wherever Paul stood her eyes seemed to be looking straight into his.

Each night for the past week Paul's dreams had been haunted by a full sized version of that fairy. He imagined himself sated with sex and lying cradled against her disproportionately large breasts as she stroked his hair and **** a lullaby. Each morning Paul promised himself that he would walk around the block instead of passing the fairy's shop window. Each evening he would forget until he was standing in front of the shop looking up at her face.

He noticed details about her. Her hand was raised as if holding an invisible wand. She could be blessing passers-by. Her wings had gone. She showed signs of age in her face as if she had grown older with the passing of the years. She seemed to have a special fascination for Paul, why he couldn't tell. Was it the expression, the raised forgiving hand, the missing wings that suggested she was more mortal than most fairies...?

*****

The planet's dominant species was dying. It had happened before and the trend had been reversed when an exploration team from another species landed just in time.

The wise ones had constructed a male and female duplicating apparently nubile specimens of the visiting species and had programmed the replicas to seek sexual intercourse. The semen and vaginal discharge of the visitors had been used to reinvigorate the gene pool and reverse the decline.

That had been thousands of years ago. There had been no visitors since then. The wise ones had spent massive amounts of the planet's resources on the construction of a mass transfer device that reached Earth. Once there a stasis field had to be maintained while the remote transfer station was constructed using Earth materials. Now completed, the transfer station was used to begin building a female replica of a human. It was hoped the replica could attract a human male to deposit his spermatozoa in her. The spermatozoa, transferred to the home planet, would initiate the regeneration of the home planet's biology.

Unfortunately, the wise ones found that they had made a basic miscalculation. Earth had been the only planet they could reach with their mass transfer device and they had skimped their basic research. The dominant species on Earth looked similar to their own, ignoring minor details such as skin colour and body hair, but at first, until it was too late, they had not understood that the species was many times larger. The largest person on the home planet stood seven 'xxxx's (translation not possible) high. An average adult human male on Earth stood one hundred and forty times that height.

The wise ones worked as hard as they could to correct their error. They forced their construct to grow as fast as she could but it was a race against advancing death on their home planet. As many of their people as was possible were put into cryogenic tanks. They could be revived if the transfer was successful. The planet's resources were plundered to speed up the construct's development. She had been named 'Minnie' as a joke since she would stand at a sixth of a human male's height and twelve times taller than the largest person on the home planet, a veritable giant. Her vagina was a marvel of ingenuity. It connected directly to the Earth-based mass transfer unit. Anything deposited in her vagina would enter the mass transfer unit. It could then be transferred to the home planet, or stored, or returned to Minnie. Any product returned to her could be used in several ways.

The cultural anthropologist, the closest approximation to her name is Sarah, had carefully selected the potential donor, Paul Smith. He was divorced but the undoubted father of c***dren. His sperm was therefore assumed to be potent. A sample from a sheet had confirmed this. Sarah had been studying Paul for months. She knew the sort of woman that would attract him, the sort of actions by that woman that might seduce him, and his willingness to take a risk. A married man might hesitate and the wise ones, and Sarah, had their own system of morality. They could not countenance the seduction of someone who had other commitments.

Some of the wise ones were criticised for the length of time that they had spent constructing and growing Minnie. Surely a construct a twelfth of Paul's size would be sufficient? What was special about a sixth? Patiently Sarah explained that Minnie was the size of a magazine centrefold and therefore familiar to Paul as an erotic symbol. It would be difficult enough to persuade Paul to penetrate a person apparently so small (Small! The critics snorted.) and it was essential that Minnie should be obviously mature and fully developed. The size of Minnie's breasts were also ridiculed. Surely they were out of proportion? Sarah sent them copies of a centrefold scanned from Earth. That silenced the critics.

The wise ones and Minnie still had several obstacles to overcome. The transfer station could only animate Minnie for one hour. During that time she had to seduce Paul, get his consent to the transfer of his spermatozoa and achieve successful coition. Once the transfer had been completed Minnie's task would be complete and she would die... unless. But it seemed unlikely that she could induce Paul to allow her to survive. The wise ones were slightly dismayed that they had made an intelligent being that would die so soon but they could see no alternative. Animating Minnie had been ruinously expensive. They could not afford to continue to animate her after her task was fulfilled however strongly Sarah argued for Minnie's life. The only concession Sarah wrung from them was a slight modification of the remote transfer apparatus so that Minnie could still use it after the main purpose had been achieved.

They had transported the Christmas fairy from their planet to the travel shop persuaded by Sarah that one of the travel shop assistants would take pity on the apparently abandoned fairy. The fairy had been constructed as a trial unanimated model of Minnie, who herself, was the best approximation they could make to Paul's fantasy woman. Sarah was convinced that if Paul saw the fairy, Minnie's subsequent seduction would be easier and quicker. She hadn't convinced everyone. Whether Sarah was right or wrong, everything rested on Minnie. If they had made a miscalculation, other than the size and that couldn't be corrected, their civilisation was doomed.

Paul woke as something stroked his cheek. He turned his head. Something scuttled out of the way. He reached behind him and turned on the bedside light. What had touched him? Was it a moth? The touch was soft and fleeting. He looked again.

There, standing on his pillow, was the woman/fairy of his dreams. She had shed her top to reveal a silver bikini that strained to cover her breasts. Her silver skirt spread over her hips. She had a beautiful golden skin contrasting with her long blonde hair. Her figure... she was obviously very adult with a flawless face that looked as if it had seen too much and yet could still understand.

Paul just stared. This vision was perfect. She was better than any dream he had ever had. This woman was an exact evocation of every physical attribute he found desirable. Her maturity was just right. He didn't feel comfortable with younger women. This one was old enough without appearing to be older than Paul. Even her stance was provocative without being too overt. He shook his head. He must still be dreaming.

"Well, Paul?" the vision said, opening its luscious mouth and revealing perfectly white teeth, "are you just going to lie there or are you going to DO something?"

"What...?" Paul spluttered.

"Here I am, the woman you have always wanted, and you are just lying there like a beached whale. I want you. You know you want me. Do something about it and I don't mean write poetry."

That shook Paul. He didn't think anyone knew about his poetry. His poems were buried in a password-protected file on his hard drive. He wrote poems about neighbouring women he found attractive; women he passed in the street; women who were shop assistants and women he met. He never wrote about the centrefolds he collected. He could dream about them but he played five-finger exercises while thinking about the women he wrote about.

He reached out for the woman. As his hand moved the shock of her actual size hit him. This woman, ideal vision of his dreams, was about a foot high. His forefinger seemed enormous as her hands grasped its tip. Her small hands sent a thrill through his body as she squeezed his fingertip. She pulled his finger around her naked waist. Her skin was so soft, so smooth, so silky and so warm. His sheet tented with his instinctive response.

The woman looked down at the sheet.

"There's the proof. You react to me. All I want is for you to make love to me – now!"

"How can I? You are so small," Paul protested.

"I'm not small where it matters. See..."

The woman unzipped the skirt and stepped out of it. It lay there like a silver cone dented at the top. She untied the bikini panties and threw them aside, showing a hairless cleft. She turned his finger and mounted it. Paul gasped as his forefinger disappeared wholly inside her. Her buttocks pushed against his hand.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"You can call me Minnie. We are wasting time. I want you inside me and I don't mean your finger."

Minnie wiggled on his finger. Despite himself Paul groaned. She felt just like the warm wet inside of a full-sized woman.

"Well? Will you?"

Her body squeezed his finger.

"Yes," Paul gasped.

"Good. Will you let me have anything you produce? All of it?"

"Yes, Minnie."

She lifted herself off his finger and ran down his body. Her tiny feet tickled his chest. She burrowed under the sheet. Paul lifted the sheet and threw it to one side. He wanted to see.

His erection was standing tall. For once he was pleased that he was not over-endowed. His erection was an average size, good enough but nothing special. Minnie grasped his shaft with her arms and legs as she climbed it. She turned to face Paul.

"Here we go."

Minnie spread her legs and slid Paul's erection inside her. It was impossible. Her torso was barely wide enough. He must have displaced all her internal organs and his tip would be beyond her neck. The sensation was like a full-sized woman. Paul looked as Minnie bounced up and down. She was so desirable, so beautiful, so arousing and yet shared the Christmas fairy's look of experience. He wanted to close his eyes so that he could imagine that Minnie was a real woman but he couldn't. The Minnie straddling him was so exciting.

Within a few seconds he'd come into her in an uncontrollable spurt. The pressure nearly lifted Minnie of her perch. She held on with her arms and legs, her face grimacing with the strain. That grimace touched Paul's heart. Minnie was trying so hard, putting all her effort into satisfying him. She squeezed, panting as she extracted the last drop from him. Who was he that such a creature should come to him? If only she was larger, human size...

Minnie relaxed as Paul's tool became slack. Tears ran down her cheeks. She dismounted and sat down beside his toppled erection. The facial lines that had been there but barely visible were now etched deep as if with complete exhaustion.

"What's up, Minnie?" Paul asked.

"I've done it. Now I'm done for."

"What do you mean?"

Minnie explained about the home planet, the wise ones and their need. She spoke for about ten minutes before she admitted that now she was condemned to death within the hour.

On Minnie's home planet the wise ones were celebrating. They had succeeded beyond their wildest hopes. Minnie had extracted enough from Paul to supply the planet's needs for a thousand years. Only Sarah was not joining in the party. She wiped a tear from her eye at the thought of abandoning Minnie to her death so far from home. So much care and even love had gone into Minnie's construction and training. Minnie's task was done and she had been discarded like a used tampon. Sarah scuttled away to the Ladies' room to weep in private.

"I want to live so much," Minnie said slowly. "I have been 'alive' for twenty minutes and I want more than the next forty minutes. I understand that the wise ones can't keep me alive. I have cost them so much already."

"Is there no way of saving you?"

"There is but it asks a lot of you."

"Me?"

"Yes, Paul. Everything you gave me has been transferred to the home planet. It was so much that it will revive everyone and keep the planet's ecology going for hundreds if not a thousand of their years. It was a wonderful gift to them. I should have kept just a little back. That might have kept me going for a day or two..."

"A day or two? Minnie, how much do you need for a week, a month?"

"I would have kept a minute amount. For a week, perhaps I need a thousandth of the total."

"How long have you got now, Minnie?"

"Thirty minutes."

"Then, with luck we can save you. Start stroking and cuddling me and we might succeed."

"We might? You'd do that for me?"

"Yes, Minnie. Why not? It isn't much to do to save your life. I enjoyed last time."

Minnie shed her bikini top. Paul gasped at her tiny perfect breasts. He felt something begin to stir as her breasts slid up and down his shaft. Unfortunately, he was now fully awake and the unreality of the situation was impeding his arousal. He stroked Minnie's silky blonde hair as she worked to rouse him. He closed his eyes and imagined Minnie as five foot tall. That worked. He felt Minnie straddle him again and her body sink down around him. Then she spoke. The illusion shattered and his tool slumped again.

"Paul?"

"Yes, Minnie?" It was almost a sigh. They had been so close to success.

"I need your agreement before I can use what you give me. I can do three things with it. I can give it to the home planet. I can use it to improve my brain. I can use it to grow my body. I can use some for each purpose. What do you want me to do?"

Paul groaned. If they didn't succeed soon Minnie would be dead. He didn't want to lose her.

"Do whatever you want, Minnie. It is yours: a free gift now and each time."

"You really mean that, Paul?" Minnie's voice sounded incredulous.

"Yes, Minnie. You choose whatever you want, now and forever, if there is a forever."

"Thank you Paul."

Minnie's gratitude was obvious. She wrapped her body around Paul's slackened erection and in a few seconds it was standing tall inside her. Despite the short time since he had re-animated a planet Paul came so suddenly that he was surprised. She had wrung him dry with almost professional skill. As he relaxed he glanced at the clock. They had made it with five minutes to spare.

He had a ****ling doubt that Minnie could have aroused him much quicker. Her skills were great and she had been designed to appeal specifically to him. He dismissed the thought. Minnie was saved for a while. If this was all it took to keep her alive it wasn't a great price to pay. If she could grow?

Minnie was lying against his stomach with her hair spread out on his skin. His finger touched her hair. It was so fine, so sensuous to touch. How would it feel if she grew? Surely she couldn't grow much. What difference would it make if she was fifteen inches or eighteen inches high? She still couldn't be his partner.

Her body was still perfect, showing no signs of the massive intrusion it had apparently endured. Her tiny breasts moved almost imperceptibly as she breathed. Minnie was asleep. Paul did not dare sleep in case he rolled over and crushed her. He watched her, marvelling at her exquisite form.

He slept despite his good intentions. When he woke he was terror-stricken. Had he crushed Minnie? With that thought came the possibility that he had just dreamed a minute seductress. He searched the bed. There was no sign of Minnie, not even a crushed body. He sat down on the bed with a thump. Grief for what might have been filled him. If Minnie had been a dream it had been the most realistic and exciting dream he had ever had. If she hadn't been a dream – what had happened to her?

"Paul?"

He sighed with relief. She was still alive and still here.

"Yes, Minnie," he replied, his voice shaking.

"What do you like for breakfast?"

"What?"

"I asked: 'What do you like for breakfast?' Didn't you hear me?"

"I did, Minnie, but how..."

Paul had thrown a T-shirt on as he walked through his flat to the kitchen. Minnie's voice seemed to come from there. He reached the kitchen doorway as he said 'how'. He stopped dead.

Minnie was sitting on a kitchen stool cradling a cup of coffee. Instead of the twelve inches height she had been last night she was now three foot tall. One of Paul's smaller T-shirts covered her from neck to ankle.

"How?" he repeated.

"How," replied Minnie. "Isn't that a Native American greeting? You're not a Native American, Paul, are you?"

"No, I'm not..." Paul paused. "How do you know about Native Americans, Minnie?"

"While you were sleeping I did some study. I used some of your product to enhance my brain. Remember that you agreed I could use it for whatever I wanted? I used some for growth and some for more brain power."

"Some for growth? How? You had a few cubic centimetres of my 'product' and yet you have trebled in size. That's not possible, not as far as my knowledge of science goes."

"Maybe not in your knowledge, Paul. You weren't good at science at school, were you? If you think of your product as a catalyst that enables me to use other materials then it is possible. That's why I asked you what you wanted for breakfast. I've eaten or 'used' most of the foodstuffs stored in your kitchen. I presume you can buy more?"

"Er... Yes, I can." Paul thought hard. How much food had there been in the kitchen? Not very much because he bought from the corner mart at least twice a week and from the supermarket on Saturdays. This was Saturday morning so he had been low on food. How could she have grown so much with so little food? Then he thought 'How does she know I wasn't good at science?'.

"So, what do you want for breakfast? You still have cereal and a couple of eggs. Do you want an omelette?"

"No thanks, cereal and coffee will do..."

"Coming up."

Minnie slid from the stool to the floor. She filled a bowl with cereal, added exactly the right amount of milk and sugar and presented it to Paul. He took it and slumped down on to a stool. This was unreal. Minnie laid a cup of coffee beside the bowl. Paul grabbed it as if it were a life-saving d**g and swigged. As the coffee passed his lips he was aware that it was the right strength, the right temperature – things even he didn't achieve every time.

Minnie leant again his leg. His hand fell to her hair and he began stroking it, marvelling again at its soft silky texture.

"Paul?"

"Yes, Minnie?"

"You would like me to be human size, wouldn't you?"

"Of course, Minnie. Is that possible?"

"It is if you buy me some more food and we make love again."

"It is? How soon?"

"How soon what, Paul?"

"How soon do you need the food and the love-making?

"As soon as you want a normal size Minnie. A couple of hours?"

Paul slid from the stool to kneel beside Minnie. He opened his arms to hug her. This woman was no dwarf. She was a perfectly proportioned adult to scale – slightly over half size. Minnie flung her arms around Paul's neck and kissed him hard. She pulled back and studied Paul's face carefully.

"I need the food first, then the love. Can you get the food soon?"

"Yes, Minnie. What sort of food?"

"High protein. Peanuts, beans, steak – that will do."

"How much?"

"I think half a hundredweight, two quarters, four stone, fifty-six pounds, or twenty-five kilograms. They are all similar weights, aren't they?"

Paul struggled to remember conversions from pounds to kilograms.

"I think so. Does it matter what food, or what quality?"

"I'd like to eat what you eat when I have reached the right size. This time it doesn't matter. I just need the bulk. Everything the same would be easier for me."

"I think I can do that. There is a pet shop around the corner that sells nuts in large bags. I'll get one, now, and you can try them."

"Please, Paul."

Paul left for the pet shop after a last peck from Minnie on his cheek. He struggled up the stairs with a twenty-five-kilogram bag of peeled nuts. He dropped the bag on the kitchen floor with a sigh of relief. He opened the bag with the rip strip.

"There you are, Minnie," he puffed. "Twenty-five kilograms of nuts."

He watched in disbelief as Minnie, sitting on the kitchen floor, shovelled handfuls of the nuts into her mouth. It took her only ten minutes to finish the bag.

"Thank you, Paul," Minnie said as she finished. "Now some love-making please."

She set off for the bedroom. Paul followed her, noticing that Minnie waddled as if she was heavily pregnant. The T-shirt she was wearing showed a bulge as she walked.

In the bedroom Minnie ordered Paul to lie on the bed. She refused to take off the T-shirt. He lay back as she straddled him. This time her weight was significant. She started with her hips across his chest. He felt her weight pushing air out of his lungs. One of her hands reached behind her and grasped his tool. This time her hand was small, not tiny. One of her hands was enough to start his erection. As it rose she slid down his body and rubbed her pussy over him. She slowly allowed him to penetrate her.

As soon as he was fully sheathed Minnie bent forward with her hands reaching for his face.

"This time, Paul, and only this time, it is better if you do not watch."

She pressed both hands over his eyes. Paul could feel that she was being very gentle. He couldn't see anything except a slight pink glow. His sensations were heightened by his lack of vision. Her silky hair swept across him as she pumped her body up and down. Even her breasts pressed against his stomach through the T-shirt, warm and soft with firm erect nipples.

Paul surrendered himself to Minnie's rhythm. He tried to prolong the encounter as Minnie's movements speeded up. After only five minutes he could stand no more. Her legs clamped around his body as he arched himself in the moment of release. He expected Minnie to continue until she reached her own orgasm. She lay on him panting with effort. She struggled to speak.

"Stay still... Paul..." she gasped. "Lie there... Wait..."

Even those few words seemed to exhaust her. Her hands still covered his eyes. Paul felt her weight press on him as if she were u*********s. Her pussy still held him.

After a few minutes, Paul was aware of slight movements. Minnie's hands changed position slightly. Her pussy seemed to expand and then contract around him. Her nipples shifted on his stomach. He wanted to ask if Minnie was OK. As he opened his mouth one of Minnie's hands shifted to cover both his eyes. The other darted to his mouth and stifled his words. Surely Minnie's hands weren't large enough to do that?

She pressed down and lifted her body. When she lowered it again her nipples were much further up his body. Her hands were pressing down from above and her arms were no longer resting on him. Paul was aware that her movements were arousing him again. Minnie seemed to sense it too. Her pussy grasped him and pulsed around him. Paul began to lose sense of time as his consciousness became concentrated between his legs. Minnie was bringing him to another peak, a slower one this time, but still close to fruition much sooner than Paul would consider normally possible.

Minnie's pussy became more insistent, more demanding. Paul relaxed and let her dictate what should happen. When he finally came she yelled her success.

"Yes!"

This time her voice was strong. There was no hint of the previous panting.

As Paul slumped again her hands uncovered his eyes and mouth. He looked cautiously. Minnie's face was above his, looking down at him. He was still held in her pussy. If that was so...

Minnie must be the same height as Paul, if not taller. Paul remembered that in this position the top of his wife's head was just below his lips. Minnie's lips covered his. Her tongue eased itself through into his mouth. Her silky hair surrounded his head. Her arms clamped around him, holding his arms pinioned against his sides. Her long legs wound around his. This was a full-sized Minnie, making sure he knew she was.

"How do you like your full-size Christmas fairy, Paul?"

His answer was smothered by kisses he couldn't resist. Paul had a vague unease that his full-size fairy was as tall, if not taller than him, as heavy and very strong, possibly stronger than he was. Her arms and legs held him prisoner. He wasn't sure that he could struggle free even if he wanted to.

He thought of the practical difficulties. How could he explain Minnie to his friends and colleagues? He was Minnie's. Was she his? Or did she have another motive for claiming him? The desirable woman holding him tight banished his unease. He surrendered himself to her insistent lovemaking.

As he was drifting away on waves of pleasure his nagging doubts vanished in the excitement of the moment. Paul thought this would be his best Christmas ever with his own Christmas fairy to love and cherish him.

Her clasping limbs and writhing body vanquished all further thoughts except the pleasure of the moment.


Chapter 02: Adjustment


Paul awoke to find himself still tightly clasped by Minnie's limbs. He eased himself gently out of her grasp and stood up. In the dawn light seeping through the curtains he gazed at Minnie's full-sized body. He could believe that he had spent the night with such a beautiful woman. Her blonde hair splayed across the pillow was the shade of his dream woman. Her silky skin softened the outline yet didn't conceal the muscles beneath. Her breasts… Paul was very aware of the shape and size of Minnie's breasts. They were in proportion to those of the Christmas Fairy he had been dreaming about for weeks. When Minnie had appeared on his pillow and demanded sex immediately he had thought he was still dreaming. Now his Christmas Fairy was here in the flesh and full-sized.

He pulled the duvet up over her before he was distracted from the need to wash and shave. He didn't want to take the risk of offending Minnie with a rough stubble. She was the embodiment of his ideal woman. He would do anything to keep her. This Christmas would be very different.

He brought his morning coffee back to the bedroom with a cup for Minnie. If she didn't wake in time he had a thermos of coffee and another cup. He sat on the bed remembering Minnie's arrival as a minuscule being. In such a short time she had changed into a fully-grown woman. There would be problems. How could he account for her? She had to have an identity to live in the 21st century world and just a name ‘Minnie' wouldn't be enough. He could support her, he thought, but not how he would wish to. He wanted to give her everything, anything, if only he could keep her by his side. How?

Minnie stirred. She opened her eyes and looked right at him.

"Good morning, Paul," she purred. "Yes, I'd like that cup of coffee. Don't worry about my identity. I've got one."

"You can read my mind?" Paul gasped.

"Yes, even when I'm half-asleep. How else could I be sure that I would seduce you to make love to the midget I was? Telepathy was one of the talents I was designed to have. As far as I know it only works on you. I don't know. I haven't met anyone else, have I?"

Paul felt a constriction around his heart. When Minnie met other people, would she want to stay with him? He was no great catch, after all; a workaholic loner with a large city centre flat and not much else.

Minnie's hand reached out for his and squeezed.

"Don't be silly, Paul. I was designed and built just for you. Without you I wouldn't be complete. What you should worry about is the impossibility of getting rid of me. You can't. My purpose is to make love to you and only you. You couldn't get away from me if you tried. Come here."

Paul put the coffee down and swung his legs on to the bed. Before he was aware of what she intended he had been grabbed and pulled over her body. Her arms and legs gripped him tightly and her cleft opened to receive him. Her legs clamped around him as he penetrated her welcoming pussy. Her hips bucked as she dragged him closer and deeper. Before Paul could think of holding back he had spurted into her in the fastest climax he had ever had. He groaned in frustration. There had been no foreplay, no build up, no chance for him to arouse her. One second he had been sitting on the bed, seconds later he had been drained.

"I don't need arousing, Paul," Minnie said as she stroked his hair. "I'm always ready for you. Whenever you want me, just grab."

Minnie tensed her pussy's muscles around him.

"But now I'd like breakfast, a big breakfast, because growing uses energy. The coffee will do for a start. What have we got for breakfast, Paul?"

She released her grip around him. He reached for the coffee.

"Not much, Minnie. I need to buy some more food. We could go out for breakfast…" Paul stopped suddenly.

"But I haven't got anything to wear, have I, Paul? That fairy outfit won't fit me now, will it?"

"No."

The fairy outfit was on the bedside table. Its silver top and skirt were ideal fantasy wear if only Minnie had still been twelve inches tall instead of the six feet of full-sized dream woman she had become. The skirt was still puffed out as it had been when Minnie wore it. How did it keep its shape?

"I might be able to wear some of your clothes," Minnie added. "although I really need my own."

"The big supermarket is open now. It is only five minutes drive away. I could go there now and get your clothes from their Home and Wear department. Would that do?"

"Perhaps, for a start, if they are good enough cover so that we can get breakfast. I'm hungry."

Paul dressed hurriedly and was about to leave when he remembered he didn't know Minnie's current size. He went back to the bedroom with a tape measure.

"I need your size, Minnie," he explained.

"No need for the tape, Paul. I'm exactly six feet tall, my measurements are forty-two D, thirty-four and thirty-eight. My shoe size is nine."

"How do you know?"

"I know."

"OK, if you're sure."

"I'm sure."

Paul drove to the supermarket and wandered through the women's clothing department. He bought a twin-pack of bras, a five-pack of panties and two three-packs of pantyhose, a black waist slip, two long black skirts with stretchy waists, two tops with a lycra mix and a cheap pair of black training shoes. He added a three-quarter-length coat because it was a sale item in the right size. He was so surprised that the total bill was so low that he didn't really notice the sales assistant's odd look at him. Only when he was loading the car did he think that all these clothes would fit him nearly as well as Minnie.

Minnie had showered and was wearing one of his T-shirts. She opened the carrier bags with the excitement of a small c***d at Christmas. She dressed herself sensuously. The basic garments seemed to thrill her as if they were exotic fabrics and designers' originals. Paul was kept busy removing labels and tags.

"Now for breakfast, please Paul," Minnie said once she was fully dressed.

Paul held the coat for her. She wriggled into it, then swung round to wrap him in her arms and kiss him passionately.

"Thank you, Paul," she whispered in his ear.

Paul felt guilty that he hadn't remembered to buy at least a bare minimum of make-up, not even a lipstick.

"That doesn't matter yet," Minnie answered his unspoken thought. "Breakfast matters."

They went to a local workman's café for a full English breakfast. Paul wasn't surprised that Minnie ate it all. He had seen just how much food she could pack into her then small frame. He finished everything with an effort. The regulars had looked at Minnie as if she was a vision from another planet. When they left the café Minnie turned and waved at them. At least half waved back, one ancient enthusiastically. She blew a kiss at him.

"You certainly made an impression on them, Minnie," said Paul.

Minnie didn't seem to be listening. She had bent over and was loosening the laces in her training shoes. She stood upright again.

"Paul!" she hissed at him. "Get me home, now! Quickly!"

"OK."

Paul turned towards the flat. The urgency in Minnie's voice was desperate. They trotted the few yards to the stair entrance. Minnie raced up the stairs far ahead of Paul. She left the flat door ajar and rushed into the bedroom. Paul was out of breath trying to keep up with her.

"What's up, Minnie?" he asked through the bedroom door.

"Wait a few minutes, please Paul, and I'll tell you. Don't come in yet."

"OK, Minnie, if that's what you want."

"It is. I'll call you when I'm ready." Minnie's voice sounded strained.

Paul went to the kitchen and washed up. He filled the kettle while he listened for Minnie to call. He noticed, with irritation, that there was a spider's web in the corner of the room by the ceiling. He'd have to use the extending handle on the broom to get that high. There were disadvantages to having fifteen-foot high rooms.

"Paul," Minnie's voice called. "Can you come to the bedroom door?"

"Yes, Minnie," Paul shouted back.

"Stop at the door, please," she added.

"OK."

"Paul, please do what I ask even if it seems silly."

Minnie sounded upset.

"If that's what you want."

"It is. Please strip for me, where you are."

Paul stripped.

"I have," he said.

"Now please close your eyes and keep them shut as you come in."

Paul reached for the bedroom door handle and shut his eyes. He opened the door and walked through. Minnie's hand grasped his and led him towards the bed. Through his eyelids, he was aware that the room was in darkness. Minnie must have shut the curtains.

He felt the edge of the bed against his legs. Things happened quickly. Minnie picked him up without effort and lowered him to the bed on his front. His face was buried in a pillow as she straddled him. She grabbed his hands and pulled them behind his back. He opened his mouth to protest as she tied his wrists together. The pillow muffled his objections. Minnie lashed his ankles together and his knees. She rolled him to his back. He opened his mouth and eyes. Some clothing blinded him. Minnie pushed a mass of silky yet scrunchy cloth into his mouth. It expanded as if it had been tightly compressed. His objections were muffled to a tiny grunt. Minnie held the gag in place with her warm bra wrapped around his head.

"You can look now, Paul," Minnie said sadly.

She removed the skirt covering his eyes. Paul looked into Minnie's face. He could see tears running down her face. The scale of her face startled him. This Minnie was much larger. If her head was in proportion she must be at least nine feet tall. His eyes ran down her body. She had grown again. This morning she had been as tall as him. Now she was half as tall again.

"Sorry, Paul," Minnie said. "I've miscalculated. As you can see – I've grown. I need to do something about it. For that I need your help, willing or not. Only a little while ago I could wear that silver net-stuffed skirt that is gagging you. Now I couldn't get the waistband over my wrist. I need to make love to you again and this time use it to enhance my brain. I must think of a way out of this dilemma. I can't go anywhere while I'm this size."

Paul was helpless. Apart from his bonds, Minnie's thighs held him. Her massive breasts were poised above his face. He had to crane his head back to see her face. Her forearms rested either side of his head. Her arms and knees supported most of her weight. If not, would he have been crushed? He didn't know but was afraid that he might be. His tiny Christmas fairy had become a giantess.

"No, Paul, I won't crush you. I'll be careful. Now we have to make love again. Are you willing to help me?"

Paul nodded cautiously.

"And you won't shout if I remove your gag?"

Paul shook his head. Minnie untied the bra and removed it. The bra looked small compared with her hand. It would have failed utterly to fit the breasts she now had. She pulled out the skirt and shook it. The small silver skirt resumed some of its shape. Paul saw that the layers of net petticoats, which had stuffed his mouth into silence, were now very creased. Minnie moved so that her lips covered his. Paul enjoyed surrendering to her kiss even if it nearly smothered him. The silver skirt had reminded him that he adored Minnie.

"Paul, I think I know how to get back to the size I was this morning." She said. "You will have to help. First I need you to come into me. Then I'll tell you what you must do next. OK."

"Yes," Paul croaked. His mouth still felt the scratchiness of the net petticoats.

"Here we go,"

Minnie's face disappeared. Paul was left facing her cleavage. She reached down with a hand between her thighs and guided him into her pussy. Her hips lowered forcing him deeper. Her breasts fell either side of his head and pressed inwards. Warm soft flesh surrounded Paul's head. Her skin covered his mouth. He pulled back to breathe. Minnie's cleavage followed. If he didn't escape soon he would suffocate. Her pussy was squeezing him to a climax as his lungs struggled for breath. He felt his head spinning as he came into her.

Minnie lifted enough for him to gasp and pant as his climax diminished. Her breasts held him still yet he could breathe. Her warm womanly scent filled his nose.

"Stay there," Minnie ordered. Paul had no option. He could turn his head slightly until a breast stopped him. His torso, arms and legs were trapped under her. He nuzzled against the breasts, grateful for their relative softness.

"Not long now, Paul."

Not long till what?

"Paul. I want you to drink from me."

Drink?

Minnie raised her breasts. She held one directly above his mouth. The aureole had changed to a darker hue. Small droplets oozed around her nipple. Now Paul knew what she meant. He opened his mouth. The breast dropped gently until the aureole was inside his mouth. Paul sucked hard. He spluttered as the flood hit the back of his throat. He pulled back slightly so that he could swallow. He sucked again, more gently this time. He suckled as fast as he could cope with the flow.

After twenty minutes Minnie swapped breasts. The flow from the second breast swamped Paul again. He struggled to cope until the pressure eased.

Another twenty minutes and Minnie brought him back to the first breast. Again the pressure was high. After ten minutes Paul's bladder became insistent. It couldn't take any more liquid.

Minnie carried Paul to the toilet and back to the bed. She had to repeat that several times as her milk flow seemed *****sant. By the afternoon Paul was aware that she was finding difficulty carrying him.

"Why not release me, and let me go by myself," he asked as he could speak between breasts.

"Will you keep suckling if I do?" Minnie asked.

"Yes, Minnie. I think it is working. It is, isn't it?"

"Yes, Paul. I've shrunk from nine feet to seven feet tall. Another hour or so and I should be back to what I was. Can you keep feeding for another hour?"

"I think so. It isn't an unpleasant thing to do. You taste good and…"

"It is arousing you, isn't it?"

Paul nodded.

"You can have a break for a couple of minutes before starting again, if you like."

"Yes, please. Sucking your breasts is great. Doing it all day is tiring."

Paul paused.

"Why did you tie me up at first? Why didn't you just ask me to help?"

"I'm sorry, Paul. I would have… I didn't have time to explain and persuade you. If we hadn't… If I hadn't mounted you when I did, I would be dead now. I was still growing. Would you have made love to a woman twice your size? Without question?"

Paul wasn't sure. A nine-foot-tall Minnie had been a daunting experience. A twelve-foot Minnie? Could he have coped?

"Exactly," Minnie answered even though Paul had not uttered a word. "I couldn't take the risk that you might be reluctant. If I had explained everything you might have refused."

"Everything? You mean there is more?"

"Come here, Paul." Minnie patted the bed. Paul sat beside her. She swung him onto her lap and rested his head against her shoulder. Her breasts were still large. Paul was very conscious of the one pressing against his chest.

"I have fed you with my milk for hours. That has reduced my size to a more normal one even though you need to suckle for another hour before I am back to six-foot tall. If we hadn't made love all the suckling would have been useless. Your sperm gives me the power to do things I couldn't do otherwise. This time it has saved my life – again. That is the good news."

"There is bad news?" Paul asked.

"Yes. Once I get back to this morning's size I will not be able to change size again. That is neither good nor bad, perhaps except that I have to find some other outlet for the energy your sperm gives me or else…"

"…or else?"

"Or else we have to restrict your sperm entering me to only the times that I need it. That might be once a year."

"Once a year!"

"Yes. Of course you could wear a condom at other times…"

"Shit!" Paul protested.

"Unless I can find another outlet. I'll work on that. I could use it to build body mass and size. Now I can't. I've found that is too dangerous, even life-threatening. I can use it to increase my brainpower. I'm afraid that might be just as deadly. I'm already more intelligent than most of your species. What might I be like with three or five times the intelligence of your brightest? I think I would be insane. So none of your sperm until I have solved the problem."

"Do I understand that isn't the bad news? It sounds bad to me."

"It isn't bad, Paul. It just means some restraint and care. How long was it before I came that you last made love to a woman? Two years? You can make love to me as often as you like – if you wear a condom."

"So what is the bad news?"

"My milk has changed your metabolism, Paul. You are not as human as you were. You have some of my characteristics even though you can't control them. You don't have the ability to control what happens to you. I have. I was dependent on you to survive. Now you are dependent on me as well. We can't survive without the other. I can live for a year without your sperm. You…"

"What about me?" Paul asked desperately. "What have you done to me, Minnie?"

"I didn't know until after several hours of suckling. I felt you change. Now you need me every day. I might be able to extend that when I find out exactly what has changed."

"How do you mean, I need you every day? How?"

"You need to suckle at my breasts for at least an hour, I think, or for a much shorter period you could…"

"…could what?"

"Lap at my pussy. That would be more effective. Do you object to pussy-worship?"

"No. I like it. I haven't had many opportunities before."

"Then there is little problem. If you lick my pussy every morning for say ten minutes you will live that day."

"If I don't, I will die?"

Minnie nodded sadly.

"I'm sorry, Paul. I didn't intend this. All I wanted was to survive so that we could be together. Now we have to be, whether we like it or not. Is that so bad?"

"No. If you had asked me this morning whether I wanted to spend my whole life with you, I'd have answered ‘Yes'. You are my ideal woman even if you were designed not born. I don't think worshipping your pussy every morning is a high price to pay for having you as a partner."

"Do you mean that?"

"Yes. It is very soon but…"

Paul climbed from her lap and knelt on the floor. He lifted Minnie's right hand to his lips.

"Minnie? Will you marry me? Please?"

Minnie smiled down at Paul.

"Are you sure, Paul? It is only a few hours since I arrived as a small Christmas fairy. Now you have a fuller size woman who has the power of life and death over you. You can deny her life as well. If you die, so do I."

"I know all that, Minnie. Will you marry me?"

"Yes, Paul. I will marry you, not as Minnie, nor as your Christmas Fairy, but as the name I really have. You can't marry someone who doesn't exist. I do exist and the records prove that I do. Will you marry me even though you don't know my real name?"

"Yes," Paul was about to add ‘Minnie'. He stopped and added, "whoever you are and whatever name you have. I will always think of you sometimes as Minnie and the Christmas Fairy who changed my life. Will you accept me?"

"Yes, Paul."

Minnie pulled him forward against her breasts. He kissed them and started to suckle again. His Christmas Fairy was his. He was hers for whatever the future might bring. Whether the future would be as eventful as the last few hours he didn't know.


Chapter 03: Resolution


That evening Minnie had asked Paul to lean a wardrobe away from the wall. She had reached behind it to retrieve a large black handbag.

“How?” Paul asked.

“I have told you how and why I was created. Sarah, the anthropologist, was my tutor in Earth’s customs. She was supposed to teach me as much as I needed to know to seduce you, and no more. She didn’t. She taught me almost everything she knew and encouraged me to develop techniques for memorising and acquiring information quickly…”

“What does that have to do with a handbag appearing behind my wardrobe?”

“Patience, Paul. Sarah and I became friends, as friendly as creatures can be that are vastly different in size. She was very unhappy that I would die almost as soon as I had fulfilled my creators’ purpose. She was upset that my death would be unpleasant for you.”

“I’ll say it would. After just meeting you and having been seduced by you, to have a dead fairy on my bed would be more than unpleasant…”

Minnie stopped Paul’s mouth with a kiss. As she removed her lips she put a hand over his mouth.

“Shut up for a few minutes and listen.”

Paul nodded. Minnie’s hand brushed his cheek.

“Sarah and I conspired together without the elders knowing. She couldn’t do much. She had permission to create an identity for me. The elders didn’t connect that an adult mini-person twelve inches tall couldn’t pass as human. They allowed her the energy to transfer objects around on earth. The energy involved was minuscule compared with moving me from their planet to Earth.

Sarah found an identity for me. A husband and wife from London had emigrated to South America several years ago. They had left behind an only daughter, my apparent age, who visited them just before a landslide buried them and their house six months ago. There are no other relations anywhere. Sarah and I discussed it at length so that I could assume the identity if necessary.

That handbag belonged to the daughter. It contains her passport, National Insurance details, credit and debit cards and other proofs of her identity. The photograph has been altered to be of me, or rather what I would look like if I was full-size, as I am now. The records at the Passport Office and elsewhere have also been amended. The cover story is that I had amnesia after the landslide, was treated in a South American hospital, recovered my memory, and returned to England last week. Solicitors acting for me have lodged a claim on my behalf for the insurance on my parents’ lives and on my travel insurance for the hospital costs. The hospital money will go to the hospital to help pay for their costs of treating the real survivors. The hospital director has already had a substantial bribe to verify my backstory.”

“How did Sarah do that?”

“I don’t know. All Sarah said was that it was done without any harm to any sentient beings. The money appeared on the director’s desk with a letter explaining what he should do. The letter self-destructed in an hour. The money didn’t.

The result is that the handbag proves my identity. There might be some doubt about how I entered the UK from South America but there should be no reason to ask. The daughter was not going to return to her student accommodation. She had just completed her PhD and on return from visiting her parents was going to stay in a cheap hotel while she looked for a job and somewhere to live. Now I am full-size, I can be her.”

“But how do you, as her, marry me, Minnie?”

“I’m not Minnie any more, am I? I’m a full size woman and my name is…”

Minnie rummaged in the handbag to produce a stained passport.

“…Titania Smith. As you know from your Shakespeare, Titania is the Queen of the Fairies, but Titania also means Titaness. At this size I think that Titania is appropriate, don’t you?”

As Titania was slightly taller than Paul in her bare feet and much taller when wearing any heeled shoes, Paul nodded his agreement.

“I don’t think we want to emphasise my size. Titania was normally known as Tania. Would that do? And don’t even think of calling me ‘Titty’. I can still read your thoughts. I may be well endowed but I’m not answering to ‘Titty’.”

“OK, Tania. Tania sounds OK. So we can marry? I have to be with you; you have to be with me or we die. I’d rather be married if you will have me.”

“Of course I will, Paul. I was made for you and no one else. Without you I’m incomplete. Now you are incomplete without me.”

Tania grabbed Paul. They play-wrestled on the bed until Paul found his face pressed between Tania’s breasts. He relaxed and extended a cautious tongue to lick in her cleavage. Tania’s arms clasped about him and pulled his head deeper. Paul snuggled against her until she moved down his body. Paul had to stop momentarily to reach for a condom and fit it. Once he was protected, they stripped each other before coupling slowly and sensuously.

They were busy in the next few days adapting Paul’s life to the new reality of living with and being dependent upon a full-size Christmas Fairy. Paul’s office had closed down for the Christmas break. Apart from Christmas Day itself, they had spent much of the daylight hours visiting shops to buy Tania an acceptable wardrobe. They had found that difficult. There aren’t many women of Tania’s size.

Each morning Paul got out of bed first. After a shave and shower he returned to the bedroom, woke Tania, and while she sat on the edge of the bed with her nightdress raised he licked her pussy avidly. Even though it was essential to keep him alive, Paul enjoyed the taste, the closeness and the intimacy of the act. Tania’s hands cradled and caressed his head as he pressed closer to her.

Tania spent several hours a day at Paul’s computer, either browsing his encyclopaedias or surfing the net. Her interest seemed to be biased towards interplanetary communication with general physics. Another topic she considered was human reproduction and the physical differences between male and female.

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Paul and Tania had developed a daily routine. Paul would get up first, shower and shave and return to the bedroom to lick Tania’s pussy as the essential act to remain alive for a further day. They would have breakfast and then Paul would leave for work.

During the day Tania would continue her researches. In the evening they would make love before the evening meal. Over the meal, Tania would talk to Paul about what she had discovered during the day. She had two main areas of research. The first was how to re-establish communication with Sarah on the remote planet. The second was how to develop some aspects of that planet’s technology into practical applications on Earth.

Two months after Tania had appeared on Paul’s bed they had made arrangements for their marriage at a Registry Office on a Friday afternoon. Four of Paul’s office colleagues would come as potential witnesses.

Tania and Paul had set up a basic Intellectual Property company that was marketing some of Tania’s early ideas for making money. As yet the interest and proceeds were small but one simple technique that they had patented was yielding more than Paul’s previous income. Some of that money went towards a better broadband link and a significant upgrade in computer power.

Paul had found a redundant Ministry of Defence property for sale that could be a base for their company. It was a few acres, compact but remote. The advantages were a strong telecommunications linkage and a large steerable satellite dish. There was also a largish house that had been the residence for the site’s commanding officer. Everything was in need of renovation but basically sound. They made enquiries and were able to lease it on a two year renewable term with an option to purchase.

Paul was worried that they wouldn’t be able to afford the rent and certainly not be able to buy but Tania persuaded him that the money would start coming in sufficient quantity within months. Paul put his penthouse apartment up for sale as soon as they could move into the wrecked buildings.

Tania had begun to explore the local town and nearby city on her own. Somehow she had obtained use of the local universities library and computer facilities. How? Paul neither knew nor cared. Tania was engrossed in her research but whenever Paul wanted sex, Tania was willing and could take him to heights of ecstasy every time. She had found a wedding gown large enough for her in a charity shop that specialised in second-hand wedding clothing. It was very full-skirted and came with the hooped and other petticoats.

At the wedding, Paul’s office colleagues and the male registrar were stunned by Tania’s appearance in her wedding gown. At more than six feet in her bare feet, she was even more spectacular in heels. Paul looked small and insignificant beside her but the two of them were obviously in love with each other.

As they prepared for the wedding, Tania lifted the spreading skirts of her gown for Paul to crawl under and worship her pussy for the daily ten minutes. Paul was totally hidden inside her skirt. The effect of being wrapped in her gown while licking at her pussy was so intense that he ejaculated into his pants. He was relieved that he hadn’t yet put his hired wedding suit on. He would have stained it. As he emerged Tania smiled down at him.

“Later, Paul, later,” Tania said. “When we are husband and wife. This afternoon after the reception.”

Reception? Paul, Tania and Paul’s four friends were having a lunch in a local restaurant.

Paul washed between his legs and changed his pants before dressing in his hired suit. Almost as soon as he had finished the taxi arrived to take them to the registry office. The wedding itself was very simple and basic. The only people present were the Bride, the Groom, the Registrar and Paul’s four friends. As they left the building they passed another wedding group arriving. The men of that group were stunned by Tania’s height and appearance, so much so that the women with them almost all grabbed their men. A new bride wouldn’t be hunting other partners but Tania looked dangerously beautiful.

The reception was in a small room at a local hotel. Paul’s friends appreciated kissing and being kissed by the bride. They didn’t bother with speeches. After the meal the Bride and Groom said goodbye, with more kisses from Tania, and went upstairs to the Bridal Suite.

Paul took off his hired suit and hung it up carefully. He stripped to his boxers. Tania sat on the edge of the bed and raised the hem of her gown.

“Some people have a tradition that the groom should take the bride’s garter off with his teeth,” Tania said. “You don’t have to. I’m not wearing one. But this bride wants your lips on mine.”

Paul dropped to his knees. His upper body went under Tania’s skirt and petticoats. His head slid between her spread legs. His face pressed against her naked cleft. He extended his tongue and licked. Tania dropped the skirt of her gown to cover him completely. Paul became more and more excited as Tania’s legs gently squeezed around his head. Her hands pressed the layers of petticoat and skirt over his head, harder and harder as she became aroused. As Tania went into her first orgasm Paul was concerned that his head would be crushed between her thighs or that he would be suffocated. Tania’s writhing gave him some opportunities to snatch a breath. Between her orgasms, her thighs relaxed their grip slightly but she seemed to want more and more tonguing between her legs. When she sighed at the end of the series of convulsions above Paul he was nearly exhausted.

Tania pulled her gown up before lifting Paul to lie beside her on the bed. She slid a strap off her shoulder, eased a breast out, and pushed it into Paul’s mouth. She wrapped the skirts of her gown over most of Paul as he slipped into a blissful sleep in Tania’s embrace.

That evening, after going to the hotel’s restaurant for a meal, they went back to bed naked. Paul, wearing a condom, rode Tania until he was exhausted and slumped on her. She hugged him until he became erect again. This time she rode him.

The next morning, after breakfast, they returned to their room. Tania asked Paul to sit beside her on the bed.

“Paul,” Tania said, “I’ve been in touch with Sarah again. She made me, originally thirty years ago. It took that long to grow me and train me. In the last eighteen months before I came to you I was changed to be your ideal woman. But I’m not really a woman. I can’t have c***dren. I just haven’t got the internal workings for conception and pregnancy.”

“I’m sorry – for you, Tania,” Paul said.

“I’m not. Our life is complicated enough without c***dren. I’ve grown and in the process I’ve changed you too. You’re no longer human either. You need me every day to stay alive. I need you to survive. We are wholly dependent on each other. But...”

“But what?” Paul asked.

“But. Sarah has been studying what we have become. She is worried. So am I. So should you be. You have to lick my pussy for ten minutes a day or drink my breast milk for hours. Sarah tells me that it is only a temporary solution. After a few more months it will no longer work. The first we might know that it isn’t working is...”

Tania paused. She hugged Paul.

“Is?” he queried.

“You might start to die, and have only hours to live from the first signs. I would last a few weeks after you before I die too. Sarah and I are trying to find a way to solve that dilemma. If we succeed in time? We’ll live. If not?”

“We’ll die.” Paul stated bluntly.

“Yes. There are some things we must do. The obvious one is write our wills and decide what will happen to our money and our research. Over the next few months we are going to become seriously rich from scientific advances taken from Sarah’s planet.”

“Set up a trust for research to continue?” Paul suggested.

“That’s what I thought too. We need to find a lawyer in the next few days.”

“We can do that, but if we are going to die all I can say it has been worth it to have my Christmas Fairy, if only for a few months. Before you, Tania, I was existing. Now I’m alive, in love, married to my perfect bride, and enjoying every second. If the cost of that bliss means I die soon – it has been a price worth paying.”

They kissed.

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Two months later Tania’s prediction of wealth was becoming true. They had licensed several new scientific advances with significant up-front payments. Their house was being renovated by numerous contractors while Tania and Paul lived in a modern mobile home in the garden. The industrial buildings were being converted to laboratories. Soon they would be employing laboratory staff to develop new processes. Tania had transferred much of her knowledge to the large computers. Even if she died, the details wouldn’t die with her.

Tania had been working with Sarah as often as she could on a solution to the Sword of Damocles hanging over her and Paul. There had been one achievement. Sarah had devised a way for Tania to turn off her device for processing Paul’s semen. Tania and Paul could now make love as often as they wanted without using a condom. But the long term solution to keep Paul alive was still elusive.

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Four months later it was becoming obvious that Paul’s body was wearing out. He had visited several specialist doctors who had diagnosed early onset of ageing. All his organs were beginning to deteriorate. Tania and Sarah were working together as often as inter-planetary communication would permit. We knew that the doctors couldn’t make Paul better but if they had been seeing him they wouldn’t need an embarrassing autopsy when Paul died. Any autopsy would show that Paul was no longer wholly human.

Tania had to ride Paul every time they made love. He didn’t have the energy or the muscle power to ride her. They were getting used to the idea that he would die soon and Tania would soon die too, unless Sarah could suggest a solution they hadn’t already tried.

The research laboratories were running well with a retired electronics engineer as director. The trust that would continue to operate the company even if Paul and Tania died was operational. Both of them were trustees and beneficiaries of the trust. When they died their assets would revert to the trust.

On the other planet Sarah was having problems. She wasn’t resourced or funded to deal with Paul and Tania’s dilemma. When Minnie/Tania had delivered Paul’s semen her usefulness to Sarah’s planet was ended. Except for Sarah’s pleading, Minnie would have died within the hour. Now she had been alive for nearly a year and was a married woman. Sarah would have to explain what she was doing if one of her superiors found her researches.

Sarah was desperate. She had spent thirty years of her life animating and adapting Minnie to be Paul’s ideal woman and now his wife as Tania. Sarah regarded Tania as her daughter and Paul as her son-in-law. Sarah knew she couldn’t do much more without severe consequences but she was failing. She needed help but couldn’t ask for it officially, yet Paul would die soon.

Sarah decided she had nothing to lose. If she continued to try to help Paul and Tania she would wreck her career when she was close to retirement. If she didn’t? They would die. Sarah asked her senior research director to arrange for Sarah to see the trustees of the research establishment that had created Tania as Minnie.

Sarah explained to the trustees what she had done, how she had tried to help Paul and Tania, and that unless a solution was found two sentient beings would have been sacrificed to save the trustees’ planetary population. Surely they owed Paul and Minnie/Tania something for saving the planet. Sarah broke down in tears at the end of her presentation.

The trustees’ discussion was animated and sometimes angry. Some felt the strength of Sarah’s argument. They had created a sentient being and modified a human for their own ends. They had responsibility for those lives. Others regarded Minnie is no more than a machine that was now obsolete and useless to them. That machine had been vastly expensive to create, had fulfilled its purpose and was now junk. If Sarah hadn’t insisted on modifying Minnie for survival there would be no problem remaining as Tania. A few of the trustees thought that Sarah should be dismissed immediately and stripped of her academic titles.

Eventually, the Chairman intervened. He stated bluntly that the planet had an obligation to Paul and Tania. Their actions had saved the planet’s population. They, and Sarah, should be considered heroes, not problems. He ordered that a subcommittee of scientists should be set up immediately, with considerable resources, to ensure that Paul and Tania had a reasonable lifespan.

The discussion changed to ways to achieve that. Tania still had the mass transfer device inside her that had accommodated Paul’s erection. It had grown as she had grown. Changing Tania’s metabolism through that mass transfer device should be feasible. But changing Paul, and quickly? How?

It took the subcommittee a week to find the solution. If Paul could be fitted inside Tania’s mass transfer device they could change him. Tania would have to grow temporarily to a size that could completely engulf Paul. Getting Tania back to a normal size afterwards was a simple problem. Getting Paul inside her and keeping him alive while he was changed? That would be more difficult.

Sarah, Tania and the subcommittee were consulting for hours every day. Paul was so weak that he slept eighteen hours a day.

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Three days after the solution was found Tania was told to arouse Paul to ejaculation. Paul’s semen would be used to grow Tania.

That evening Tania dressed in a full-size version of the fairy costume she had worn when she first arrived on Paul’s bed. She woke him up. Paul’s eyes opened wide with surprise as he saw how Tania was dressed. Tania lifted her silver skirt to show Paul her expectant cleft. Despite his weakness, Paul became erect. Tania slid herself on to him and impaled herself. Within seconds Paul had come into her. That effort was almost too much for him. Tania was worried that she had killed him. She checked. He was breathing and had a weak pulse.

Tania grew as the scientists animated her mass transfer device. Half an hour later she was a giantess. She followed the instructions Sarah gave her. Tania picked up Paul’s feet and pushed them between her lower lips. She pushed and pulled at Paul’s body until all of him except his head was inside the mass transfer device that cradled Paul as if he was in Tania’s womb.

Paul’s eyes opened as Tania started the last effort to pull his head inside her. He looked up at Tania’s face grimacing with effort.

“I love you, Minnie,” he said as his head slid between her lips.

Tania/Minnie slumped back on the bed.

“I love you, Paul,” she whispered. She knew he couldn’t hear her. He was totally enclosed in her body. She felt that it was the ultimate sexual experience. Her husband had completely penetrated her or had she engulfed her love. Her body shuddered with ecstasy as orgasm after orgasm shook her. She became u*********s as the remote scientists begun their work to repair both of them.

When Tania woke again she had to check the bedside clock. She had been u*********s for five hours. Paul was still held inside her. Sarah’s voice was insistent in Tania’s head:

“Push Paul out – now! Tania? Push! Push!”

Tania pushed. Paul’s head emerged slick with Tania’s juices. As his shoulders followed Tania took her nightdress and used it to wipe Paul’s face dry. Once Paul’s arms were out of her body his eyes opened.

“Wow!” Paul said loudly.

“Wow?” Tania queried. The effort of giving birth to Paul was exhausting her.

Paul’s hips, still inside her, shook. His face smiled.

“I’ve come inside you,” he said.

“And now you’ve got to come out, Paul,” Tania said as she strained her muscles again.

Once Paul’s hips were clear he was able to pull himself out. Tania slumped back on the bed. Paul moved his head beside Tania’s large head. She smiled weakly at him.

“We’ve done it,” she said.

“We’ve done what?” Paul asked.

“Sarah and her team of scientists have fixed what was wrong with both of us. We should have a normal lifespan now, once I’m back to the size I was this morning. How do you feel, Paul?”

“Like a new man. I feel alive, energetic and in love with my Tania. Thank you.”

“Thank you? I should think you should say ‘thank you’. It’s not every bride who has to give birth to her husband. You’re my man and my new baby. Now I need to sleep while my body is reduced to normal size. Hug me, please.”

Paul hugged Tania for the next hour as her body gradually shrank to the tall Tania he had married.

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Paul and Tania went back to enjoying themselves as a newish married couple. He could lick between her legs whenever they wanted without the need to do it to stay alive. They could make love without using a condom. But Paul still loved Tania most of all when she dressed as a Christmas Fairy in a silver outfit.

The End