Melissas Breakthrough Ch 16

Steve lay flat on his back in his bed, his face drenched and dripping with Melissa's thick milk, as he sat up, blinking rapidly, trying to process what had just happened. He gaped at the gigantic nipple in the window, nearly filling up the entire opening, so that only small beams of light streamed through. One moment he had been eagerly guzzling from Melissa's huge nipple, and the next...it had happened so fast that he could barely believe it. Her nipple had gotten so hard that it had literally thrust him backward -- through the air -- back onto his bed. At only 8 millimeters tall, it was hardly surprising that any part of Melissa's body could overpower him, but he had never expected her nipple to be capable of such force against him.

"Steve?" rumbled Melissa's voice. He knew that she was using her "special" voice for him, the toned-down version, so that he could actually understand what she was saying. But even then, the mere sound of her voice was like distant thunder to his ears. The enormous nipple suddenly disappeared from the window, quickly replaced by a huge eye that scanned the bedroom before fixing in on him.

"You okay in there?" Melissa asked, her eye blinking concernedly. "Why'd you get back in bed?"

"Because I...look, I didn't get back in bed!" Steve tried to explain, shakily rising to his feet on his mattress. "I was drinking and then your nipple got hard a-and...and it, like...threw me backward!"

"What?" asked Melissa blankly. Her eye widened in the window. "Seriously!?"

"Seriously!" Steve exclaimed.

Melissa's eye blinked slowly a couple times more as she evidently processed this information, and then Steve saw the borders of her eye begin to crinkle up affectionately.

"Awww, wow..." came her rumbling voice, somehow quiet and gentle despite its hugeness in Steve's ears, "You really are that tiny, aren't you? I'm sorry, Steve...I should've realized something like that might happen. I just...heh, I couldn't help it. As soon as I felt the little tickle of your lips against me...mmmmm, let's just say it felt really good."

"Well...obviously," Steve replied, still totally erect himself despite the sudden shock as he stood on the mattress, staring up into Melissa's eye. He scratched the back of his head, feeling a bit awkward. "I, uh...could we, you know, continue?"

"Hahaha you really do have a one-track mind, don't you, Steve?" Melissa laughed, her eye narrowing in the window.

"A one-track mind to getting bigger, yes," Steve nodded, though in his heart, he knew that his words hid the truth of his motivations. Yes, he wanted to grow bigger...but if he was really being honest, that wasn't actually the real reason why he wanted Melissa's milk. He wanted it because it tasted so rich, so warm, so sweet; he wanted it because he loved the feeling of her huge nipple pressed up against his awaiting mouth and cheeks; he wanted it because, when he was drinking from her breast, it felt like everything was right in the world. As much as he hated to admit it, Steve loved breastfeeding from her because...he was a little breastfeeder. He was her little suckling man, her sweet, tiny milk-drinker, her submissive little...

Steve put his hands up to his head, trying to shake away these thoughts. This wasn't him...surely! This wasn't what he was, what he wanted to be!? Maybe Melissa's milk was doing something to his brain, messing with his mind...somehow chemically altering his personality? It certainly seemed like a longshot, and in any case, for all her teasing and toying around, Melissa wasn't one to forcibly manipulate him like that. No, these thoughts, these feelings...they were something he had to contend with.

"Whatever you say, milky," Melissa giggled at him. "So why don't you come on back to the window so that you can have your fill, huh?"

Steve sighed, trying to ignore her little jab at him, as he stepped toward the edge of the bed, intending to climb down. But when he got to the edge, it looked much, much farther down than he had expected. In a panic, he shot his eyes up to the window.

"What's wrong, Steve?" Melissa rumbled, her eye widening slowly. "What's the matter?"

"I...I just...nothing," Steve replied, blinking blankly at the floor. "Uh...nothing." With difficulty, he managed to navigate his way back down to the carpet, but when his feet hit, he knew that something was indeed wrong. His feet sank all the way down into the carpet, past his ankles, and, staring forward at the ottoman positioned underneath the windowsill, he could see that it was far too high for him to climb. A cold, icy dismay washed over him.

"M-Melisssa...!" he stammered, stumbling back into the bedpost for support. "I...y-you...I'm sh-shrinking again!"

"Huh?" asked Melissa, "What's that, Steve? You really need to speak up. I can barely hear you." The giant eye at the window was suddenly replaced by a profound, dark hole, framed with gentle, cream-colored undulations of rolling flesh...Melissa's ear.

"I'm...shrinking...again!!" yelled Steve at the top of his lungs, stamping his little feet. This "stamping" didn't do much good, though, since it only served to emphasize the point that the carpet was now nearly shin-level.

"You are!?" Melissa asked, evidently confused. Her eye swiftly replaced her ear in the window and zeroed in on him. Steve saw from the slight creases around the corner of her eye that she was furrowing her brow, and his panic intensified. All this trust in Melissa...all this faith he had put in her and her research...was it all for nothing!? Had she made a terrible mistake in her research!? This was it...this was the end of him. He was going to dwindle down to microscopic size, and smaller and smaller still; he was going to shrink down to nothing!

"There's just no way," Melissa murmured, her eye regarding him steadily. "No way this could be happening..."

"Well it is happening Melissa!!" bellowed Steve. The carpet was now knee-height. In his despairing, panicked frenzy, he hadn't realized that his shrinking was beginning to slow.

"I just...there's got to be an explanation..." Melissa was saying, almost to herself. She vacated the window, and Steve felt the tremors of her movements, even though they were slight. He couldn't see what she was doing, but he found himself desperately clinging to some hope that she would find an antidote to his shrinking before he petered out into nothingness. He hadn't even realized that the shrinking had stopped completely, with him standing waist-deep in the carpet.

The tremors suddenly stopped, and an ominous silence refined over everything. Steve stood there in the carpet, hardly daring to breathe as his heart thumped manically in his chest.

"Oh...my...god." Melissa's voice rumbled out into the stillness...and then...a laugh!? "Aheh...heh...wowwwww...!"

"What!?" Steve called out, trying and failing to wade through the carpet towards the window, before falling back, clinging to the bedpost. "What is it!?"

Melissa's full lips appeared at the window, and Steve could see that they were turned up in a grin. Seeing her expression stimulated something reassuring in his brain, but he was still far too hyped-up to relax. Melissa's huge eye reappeared in the window.

"Steve...heh...you won't believe this," Melissa began, her chuckles shaking the entire dollhouse, "But...I made a mistake. I gave you...the wrong nipple!"

Steve stood there, gripping the bedpost, waist-deep in carpet.

"You...what?" he asked flatly.

"Yep! Hahaha can you believe it?" laughed Melissa. "I was so intent on researching phenolic-based coatings -- you'll see why eventually, heheh -- and I had finally made a breakthrough with polypropylene and I was so excited that I legitimately forgot which nipple to give you! How silly of me! And wowwwww, just look at you now! Hahaha, that carpet isn't even that thick! You're smaller than you've ever been...I'd guess 4 or 5 millimeters...! Soooo cute!"

Steve felt rage building up inside him, but it couldn't burn too hot, since its force was doused by the immense relief that was now washing over him. In a funny way, he resented the fact that he couldn't get too mad at Melissa because he was feeling such alleviation. Even so, he glared up at her.

"Not funny, Melissa!" he exclaimed, shaking his head. "Not funny at all! You could've...I mean...something really bad could've happened!"

"Nonsense!" she tsked immediately. "The shrinking is all controlled -- once you get to 4 or 5 millimeters it slows down asymptotically, so that you'll never get so small where I can't see you clearly. Now THAT would be unsafe, of course. But you're safe with me, Steve! Really, you are! When are you going to just relax and trust me?"

"Oh I don't know," Steve called out sarcastically, "Maybe when you don't mix up the nipples you're supposed to feed me with? That might be a start!"

"Heheh...do you hear yourself?" giggled Melissa. "I know you're irritated, Steve...and trying to express your displeasure, but when you say stuff like that...I mean...can you really blame me if I start laughing?"

Steve kept glaring up at the eye in the window for a few seconds before finally relenting and relaxing his posture, sighing and shaking his head. There wasn't any way around it -- Melissa was right. And, in any case, what good did it do yelling and stamping his feet? The problem was solved. Any resentment he felt was useless at this point, and only served to make him look even cuter in Melissa's eyes...or, eye, in this instance.

"So, uh...can I...?" Steve ventured.

"Oh! Yes, sorry!" Melissa replied. "I was just admiring how tiny you were...mmmm, I know you hate it, Steve, but I just can't help myself. You look adorable right now. Awww, and I can barely see it, but your little cock is still hard!"

"Okay, okay," Steve sighed, rolling his eyes (even as he felt a noticeable throb in his groin at Melissa's words -- it really was amazingly sexy, to be examined this way), "Can we get a move-on, please?"

"Mmmm yes, of course," came Melissa's warm response. "Here, let me just...okay, so left nipple makes you smaller, right nipple...yes, right nipple -- heeeeere you go, Steve!"

*THUNK*

The whole dollhouse shook as Melissa pressed her right nipple up through the window, the flesh squishing out on all sides as it blotted out the incoming light. Steve had to gape up in awe as the erect nipple speared forth into his bedroom in all its glory. It looked even bigger and more engorged than her other nipple, practically drooling for him to have a taste. He again started to wade through the carpet towards it, but upon reaching the ottoman, he quickly found that there was no way he was going to be able to scale it -- he was simply too small. He was about to call out to Melissa when her voice suddenly infused the air around him with its deep, amused rumble:

"Here, let me help you out, Steve...I don't think you're gonna be able to climb up like you did before, so we'll just have to make a little mess. Brace yourself -- it's about to get sticky!"

*PSSSSHHHHHHHHHHH*

Steve had frozen in place in response to Melissa's voice, and even though he might have guessed what came next, nothing could have prepared him for the sudden deluge of thick, warm, white, creamy milk that came spurting out of Melissa's gigantic nipple. Before Steve could even react, he found himself being bent backward by the sheer force of Melissa's milky torrent. Thankfully (as Melissa no doubt was aware), the carpet around him provided plenty of padding, but in the moment, it was difficult for Steve not to revert to his more primitive instincts, as he found himself being bombarded by a continuous cascade of milk that filled his mouth, got in his eyes and nose, and completely covered his tiny body. The carpet around him became a milky quagmire that was now impossible to navigate, and Steve had no other choice but to stand there, inundated by Melissa's milk, and just...take it.

After a few seconds, as he regained his senses, he realized that the spurts were coming in rhythmic waves. It suddenly made sense: Melissa was doing this on purpose, squeezing her breast every few seconds...to allow him the time to catch his breath!

"A little break...!" came her amused voice from high above, confirming his understanding, before another stream covered his body, to the tune of her giggling, "Aaaaaand some more!"

This process went on for another minute or so, but to Steve, it felt much longer. Once he had come to expect each new milky spurt, something strange had happened in his mind. Perhaps it was partially due to the adrenaline of the initial shock, but he started feeling...almost giddy. It was happening -- it was finally happening! After all the research, all the teasing, all the mistakes and false starts, Melissa was finally going to grow him back! And it wasn't just that. Something else was at play too, something deeper in his mind. Melissa was so huge, so powerful, so...dominant over him. Steve had begrudgingly acknowledged this for weeks, not least because the thought turned him on so much. But now, as he was blasted by the downpour of her warm milk, something in his mind seemed to snap, or more specifically, to snap into place. He was aroused...so incredibly, totally aroused...by what was happening. There was no way around it. He was just a...just a little milk slut...not even close to an inch tall, his little cock hard beyond belief...and Melissa was standing there, a million times his size, calmly, lovingly squirting her milk onto him through the window of his little dollhouse, completely covering him inside and out, the soft rumble of her laughter thundering in his ears. He was so insignificant, so unbelievably tiny and submissive, and she...she was everything to him now. Steve lost himself completely, and he abandoned all pretense of self-respect as he extended his arms toward the window, hungrily gulping down as much milk as he could. In the midst of this debauched milk feast, his little cock spasmed and spurted, cumming over and over into the warm bog of milk that was quickly pooling all around him.

When Melissa finally looked into the window to examine the scene, she had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing too hard. Steve, plastered completely in viscous white, was waist-deep in the carpet (which was completely soaked through with her milk) and enthusiastically thrusting his cupped hands down, again and again, into the milky pool, hungrily drinking so that the milk dripped down his already-coated front. This wasn't the Steve she was used to, always trying to save face, always standing proud in the face of her teasing -- this was a Steve who had completely abandoned his proud, defiant exterior. This was Steve as he truly was.

"Enjoying that milk, huh?" Melissa giggled. Steve didn't respond; he just kept lapping it up as fast as he could.

"Might wanna take it easy, though," she added. "You're way too small for me to burp you."

Normally, Steve would have responded to this little jab, but he was too intent on drinking all the milk he possibly could, and Melissa fell silent as she watched him, her eye blinking gently in the window, as a strange, comforting warmth spread through her loins. It was clear that Steve had relinquished his "adult" facade, reverting back to the base, vital pleasure of sucking down milk, and Melissa felt herself becoming increasingly aroused as she watched it happen. He was such a little cutie, such a sweet boy, who had been caught up in this unfortunate experiment that had gone so wrong for him. But really, if Melissa was being honest with herself, she didn't regret what had happened -- this whole ordeal had taught them both so much about each other, and about the true nature of the power dynamic between them. Melissa had learned how much she cherished this gentle, dominant, motherly role, and how easy it was for her to devise fun, sexy little games to play with him...and as much as he may have tried to deny it before, she had learned how submissive Steve truly was. He was showing it now.

*Bwwwrrraaap*

A tiny little burp (which felt huge to him) erupted from Steve's mouth, snapping him a bit out of his milky reverie.

"Whooop! Haha I guess you didn't need my help!" Melissa chuckled. "How do you feel, Steve?"

"I...uhm...I don't...I don't know..." Steve replied breathlessly, his tiny chest rising and falling as he stared around at the milky quagmire around him. "Uhhh...full, I guess?"

"Mhm well that would make sense," replied Melissa appreciatively, "Considering the fact that you've already grown a bit. Can you tell?"

Steve suddenly realized that the carpet was even with his mid-thighs now. With a shot of joy, he looked up at the window, a bright smile on his face.

"Awww, you're just precious," Melissa purred. "And I can see your little penis now...standing to attention, I see."

"Y-yeah," breathed Steve, "I, uh...I had an orgasm." He had no idea why this had come tumbling out of his mouth, but right now, his normal inhibitions were gone.

"You did!?" Melissa cooed, reaching down to touch herself. "Oh my god...Steve..." She quickly felt herself building towards an orgasm of her own, but she relented, reminding herself that it was important for her to remain composed right now. Making sure that the serum worked -- that was the priority right now.

"Wow, it's...really working!" Steve exclaimed, actually managing to step out and start squishing through the milky carpet. Within another couple minutes, he had grown all the way back to 3 inches tall, the same height he had been before Melissa had shrunk him with the milk from her other nipple.

"There! You see?" Melissa smiled down at him, "I figured it out! There was never any reason to doubt me."

"I mean, I...didn't doubt you," Steve replied, a note of sheepish contrition in his voice, "I was just kinda panicking there for a minute, you know...uhm..."

"Aww there's no need to explain yourself," Melissa purred in through the window. "It was my fault, getting my breasts mixed up! Hahaha! I can't believe I did that!"

"I can," Steve quipped immediately, and the two of them looked at each other and laughed. Their playfully adversarial dynamic had been restored, but both of them knew that something had changed, something that was going to sit silently in their minds, and, ultimately, complicate the process of Steve growing back to full-size. But that was a ways in the future, and, in any case, Steve suddenly found himself wondering something.

"So...Melissa..." he began, "This research that distracted you so much...?"

"Yesss?" she replied, a note of wry waggishness in her voice.

"Like...you've already figured out how to grow me back, obviously," Steve reasoned slowly, "Soooo...what were you researching?"

The huge eye in the window suddenly seemed to sparkle mischievously, and the attempted nonchalance of Melissa's response could not disguise her excitement. "You'll see."

For the next few days, Steve wasn't able to glean much about Melissa's new research...and, in any case, he was too busy enjoying the fact that he was slowly getting bigger. At first he had voiced his frustration as to why she couldn't grow him back completely all at once, but Melissa had dismissed this idea, telling him that she wanted to proceed with the process slowly, so as to, in her words, "avoid taxing his system." Steve had pointed out that his "system" had been "taxed" plenty when she had shrunk him down quickly, and he had been fine -- but Melissa just waved her hand and said "Noooo, no, no..." without giving an adequate reason why growing him back would be different. Steve knew that she was up to something, but he figured that he may as well just enjoy the process of getting bigger.

It was hard to ignore, though, some of the things Melissa was doing. For one thing, he had spotted her swallowing a series of different-colored pills that she had soaked in a variety of different solutions. A few hours later, he could've sworn that he had seen her examining the same pills (or pills like them...surely they weren't the same ones) closely, and documenting some "results" in her notebook. Steve had no idea what was going on, but whenever he tried to ask Melissa what was up, she just smirked down at him and said nothing. This routine went on for several days, until Steve barely noticed it anymore. One other thing that he did notice, however, was that Melissa had changed her diet. For the last couple days, she had been on a "juice fast." Since Melissa wasn't exactly the type to jump on these diet fads, Steve again couldn't shake the feeling that something else was going on. Was she trying to grow herself!? That was his first thought...but if she was trying to get bigger, then a juice fast surely wasn't going to help...right!?