A Step Too Far - Chapter 5

Chapter 5

“Well, where is Morganna?” Andrea repeated herself.

“I’m not sure,” Teddy ventured. The last thing he really wanted to do was go find Morganna.

“Aren’t you her new stepson, Teddybear or something?”

The woman who stood beside the lady named Andrea covered her mouth, her eyes widening in realization. “Oh that’s right, she really IS his new mommy,” the brunette said.

Andrea nodded. “That’s right Karla,” she smiled. “Our dear Morganna went and ‘got herself a man’, despite saying she’d never do that for so many years. Now she even has a step-son!”

Karla lowered her hand from her mouth and adjusted her skirt, looking at Teddy more closely. “Frankly, I would rather have married this one than the father,” she said.

Andrea rolled her eyes. “Of course, you’d say that. He’s like 15 years younger than you!”

“Perfect,” Karla purred. “It’s fine when successful men do it. Why not successful women? College boys like him stand a much better chance at keeping up with me.”

Andrea shrugged. “I guess,” she said, glancing down at Teddy. “Men are all basically trapped at his level of maturity anyway. They can’t seem to escape boyhood and all the stupid affectations of toys and games and boobs that go with it. I guess you just stopped pretending they can ever change.”

Karla laughed. “That’s kind of true.”

Andrea snapped her manicured fingers in front of Teddy’s face. “Hey, wake up! Anyone in there? Go find your momma.”

“She’s not my mom,” Teddy blurted out, immediately regretting his knee-jerk answer.

“Ooo…” Karla said. “Here we go.” She sighed and looked at her watch.

Andrea cocked one eyebrow and met Teddy’s eyes. “Hmm…and yet you’re still standing there like some kind of puppy dog. Maybe you can give us a tour of the house then, if you can’t be bothered to say anything else.”

“Hi Andrea,” Nimue said, entering the room. “I thought I heard you guys talking.”

Andrea nodded. “You did. It certainly wasn’t Teddy here,” she said, gesturing at Teddy casually. “He doesn’t seem to say much.”

Nimue scoffed. “Actually, he won’t shut up if you press the right buttons,” she said. “But I think he might be a bit spent after tangling with mother and Vivianne all day.”

The sun had gone down behind the tops of the trees surrounding the house. The golden glow of the evening had slipped into blues and purple tones. Nimue moved around the room, turning on antique lamps and adjusted the curtains.

Karla shook her head, showing that she was disappointed in Teddy. Andrea lifted her chin and scrutinized the young man before her, then glanced at Nimue. “Oh I see,” she mused. “And where is your mother now?”

“Oh, you won’t believe what happened at dinner,” Nimue said. “It…started. She’s upstairs putting on a better-fitting outfit.”

Andrea’s eyes widened and she stepped over to Nimue, an intense expression on her face. Karla seemed equally interested, watching from where she stood. “It worked? Which part of the process? Where’s Reed or whatever his name? Is he back?”

Nimue nodded vigorously lifting a hand to try and slow down Andrea’s rapid fire of questions. “Oh, it worked alright. But just the ritualized aspect. You’ll see. Reed has been gone for weeks,” Nimue explained. Her gaze shifted to Teddy. “Mother has a theory that the process has linked to another root.”

All three women looked at Teddy for a moment.

Karla was by far the best dressed of the three in terms of expensive business attire. Her clothes emphasized her pronounced curves and sensually thick hourglass body, despite their professional cut. A smile spread on her full lips. “I told you,” she said. “Younger men are more malleable anyway. It’s even better this way.”

Reed felt the hair on the back of his neck rising. What were they talking about?

Morganna stepped around the corner. “So sorry. I didn’t even hear the door ring! I was trying to find something that would fit right,” she said, as she entered.

Teddy’s face shifted to a shocked expression as he saw Morganna standing there, wearing a mix of tight feminine clothing and his own father’s wardrobe. She had clearly raided his father’s closet, stealing pieces of clothes and mixing them with her own. Morganna was still in heels, standing taller than Teddy. It was all real; he definitely hadn’t imagined what had occurred earlier that day. Worse, Morganna had replaced her slacks with a pair from his father’s closet, forcing the grey pants to conform to her womanly curves through sheer determination. Her breasts strained inside one of his father’s expensive dress-shirts. But she wore a woman’s belt with the men’s slacks. Morganna's bra strap was momentarily visible as she adjusted her shirt, struggling to do up the top buttons.

“Haha, you look like you took over the wardrobe of one of the junior associates at the firm I work at,” Karla said. “ You look a heck of a lot better than one of those dweebs anyway.”

“You look amazing,” Andrea said. “Nimue told us it started already, without your new hubby even here.”

Morganna grimaced when Andrea used the term “hubby”, as if the idea itself was distasteful. Andrea laughed at Morganna’s reaction.

“He’s been gone for days and days,” she said. “And really that’s how this all began, isn’t it Teddy?” She turned her gaze toward Teddy, who wished he could hide or turn invisible.

Teddy looked down at his feet, feeling outnumbered and nervous.

“Not so mouthy now?” Morganna pressed. “Teddy here said his father was head of the house, but where the fuck is Reed anyway? I don’t know. Some husband. Well, his clothes fit me better now anyway. I was explaining to Teddy how I might was well be the head of the house if his father was too neglectful to come home. Teddy must have really been feeling just as strong emotions as I was, because the process began around that time.”

The way Morganna said ‘fuck’ shocked Teddy. She used the word with smooth brutality, showing her displeasure with his father’s absence openly. Teddy wondered what his father saw in Morganna, but deep down he knew. The way her dark red hair framed her pretty face even now, he knew. Her allure was impossible to deny, even if she was infuriating and increasingly bossy and pushy toward Teddy. He couldn’t help his baser instincts from responding to Morganna’s beauty.

It was made all the more worrisome by the supernatural event that had occurred earlier in the day. Something was going on that Teddy struggled to understand, and he hadn’t had enough time to think about it, having been so preoccupied with retrieving his phone in the evening.

Andrea inhaled and looked at Teddy, then back at Morganna. “You’re wearing his father’s clothes? You’re literally wearing the pants in the house now?”

Morganna nodded, smirking. She looked down at the slacks she was wearing, “Yeah, I think really I stretched them out putting them on. It was difficult, but I got them to fit eventually. They’re probably ruined for Reed to wear now. It’s kind of symbolic isn’t it?”

Karla burst into laughter and Nimue gave a little laugh as well.

Teddy felt heat rising in his face, the anger and feeling of unfairness welling inside him. “What will you do when he comes home?” He said. The sound of his voice was lost in Karla’s laughter.

“What?” Morganna asked, looking at Teddy directly. “I didn’t hear you. Speak up!”

Karla grew quiet and the women in the room looked at Teddy, waiting.

“What will you do when my dad comes home?” Teddy repeated himself, swallowing down his insecurity.

“That’s for me and your father to discuss,” Morganna replied. “I’m your father’s partner, his equal. Our possessions are shared. We went over this earlier. It really doesn’t involve you or your need to know about my marriage life.”

Andrea turned to look at Teddy and seemed to be eyeing him up, her gaze moving over his body. “So…” She said slowly. “He’s drunk some of it then.”

Morganna nodded, moving to stand beside Andrea. She looked at Teddy while she talked. “Yes, he had some with dinner. Drank a lot,” she said.

“Oh are you serious?” Andrea whispered, looking at Teddy. “My milk is inside of him right now?”

A creeping horror began to spread from the pit of Teddy’s stomach. “Wh…what are you talking about?” Teddy asked.

Andrea placed a finger on the round shape of one of her breasts, pressing an indent into her top and bra. “This,” she said. “I have been working for years to find radical new uses for breastmilk and working with adult lactation rituals. Morganna has been an integral participant and funder of my research. I’m a professor, didn’t she say?”

Teddy shook his head. “No, not that. What do you mean about milk inside of me? You mean that milk was from a woman??”

Nimue looked both bored and amused at the same time as she stood to the side.

“The milk you had at dinner,” Morganna said slowly, as if explaining to a child. “Was from Andrea’s boobies. She’s been working for years to adjust her body chemistry, hormones, cycles, and diet for a very specific goal.”

“I’m interested in fertility cults, matriarchy, women’s breastmilk, milk therapy and maternity health, among other things,” Andrea went on, sounding academic for a moment. “I assumed Reed would be the first to drink that batch though.”

“I got tired of waiting,” Morganna said. “I never told Teddy to drink it. I just put it out, and he gulped it down by choice.”

“Well, what’s done is done,” Andrea said. She smiled, looking at Teddy.

“You fed me breastmilk?!” Teddy exclaimed, looking at Morganna, trying to ignore Andrea’s smiling stare.

“Yes, catch up Teddy,” Nimue remarked. “God, you’re slow.”

“Now, Nimue,” Morganna said. “It is a bit shocking for him I think. He’s had a lot of surprises today. But, as I said earlier, he really doesn’t act like a nineteen year-old. His mind doesn’t seem to be quite on the same level of you or your sister.”

“So it’s suiting then, that he will soon be a little less imposing,” Andrea said. Her smile remained fixed on her face.

“It’s always for the best,” Karla added.

Nimue looked as confused as Teddy now, which gave him some satisfaction.

“What do mean?” Nimue asked.

“Oh, he’s going to shrink,” Andrea said. “My milk is playing havoc with his body right now. Look at the way he’s all flushed. Not to mention the erection he’s had since we got here.”

Teddy covered his crotch with his hand, in an instinctive gesture as the women’s gazes dropped to his loins.

“Eww, what a perv!” Nimue remarked. “Are you serious?!”

Teddy shook his head, denying that this could be true. “I’m not a perv. You’re lying! People don’t shrink!”

Andrea laughed softly, but Morganna’s expression shifted to disapproval. “You do not address a woman like that in my house, Teddy,” Morganna said. “You will apologize to Ms. Dahl right this instant.”

Teddy felt a sense of panic, similar to earlier in the day. The desire to run out of the room was strong, but he stood his ground. “NO!” He said. “You’re not my mother! Don’t talk to me like that!”

“Oh my god, you are a little brat,” Karla said from behind him. “You seriously need a real woman in your life. You are lucky you’re dealing with Morganna and not me right now.”

Teddy stepped away from Karla in instinctive fear, heading toward the door. He needed support. His father had no idea what was going on at home. He needed to get out of the room, away from the scrutiny of Morganna and her crazy friends.

“Get back here, now,” Morganna said. “Don’t you run off again.”

Teddy shook his head and backed up another step, but he bumped into a soft, moist, and warm barrier. A hand came down on his shoulder. The scent of pool chlorine wafted from behind him.

“Going somewhere?” Vivianne said. She pushed him back into the room, walking in behind him.

Teddy felt a slow rising tingle in his stomach. His mind studiously avoided thinking about the fact that Andrea’s milk was in his stomach, in his body. It was too weird a thought. Worse, a part of him felt aroused by the idea. There was no way out of this situation. He was outnumbered completely. Three of the women in the room were taller than him, and he wasn’t sure whether it was just due to their heels. Morganna had grown right before his eyes, but Andrea and Karla were naturally tall. At least Teddy assumed it was natural.

He really didn’t want to be the centre of attention. Not now.

Vivianne placed a box of chocolates on the coffee table. “I was bringing these for Andrea and Karla when I heard Teddy mouthing off again,” she said.

“Thanks honey,” Morganna nodded. “Teddy owes Andrea an apology. He called her a liar.”

Andrea folded her arms over the large perky orbs of her chest, causing her top to pull tight to her brassiere beneath, and looked at Teddy expectantly.

“He did?” She said. “You’d think he would have calmed down after what he went through earlier today.”

Karla plucked a chocolate from the box and began to eat it, watching with interest.

“I didn’t mean it that way,” Teddy tried to explain. “But people don’t just…shrink.”

“But you saw Morganna literally grow earlier today,” Andrea said. “Have you ever seen that before?”

Teddy shook his head. “No…”

“Exactly,” Andrea said. “And you’re going to see more of it soon. Now that the process has begun, I would like to grow as well, and you are going to help me, you’re going to help all of us get taller and bigger.”

“Even me?” Vivianne asked, her expression one of elated eagerness.

“Even you, Vivi, of course,” Andrea said.

Vivianne began to smile darkly as she stared at Teddy. “I’m already stronger than him,” she said. “That’s how I got his phone. But if I get bigger…it’ll be much better. I’ll be able to go up a few weights for deadlifts at the gym for sure.”

Teddy’s eyes widened.

“Oh, by the way, I threw your phone in your room,” Vivianne added. “I sent Elliot’s number to Karla though. I think they’d really get along well.”

Karla cooed and winked at Vivianne, who laughed.

“You…you can’t—”

“Shut up!” Morganna cut him off. “You still haven’t apologized to Ms. Dahl.”

Andrea put shifted her hands to her hips and raised her eyebrows in expectation.

“I’m…I’m sorry,” Teddy said, his voice barely audible. Maybe if he just did what Morganna wanted, he could get out of the room.

“Sorry for what?” Morganna said. “Speak up.”

“I’m sorry I said you lied.”

“Lied about what? And call her Ms. Dahl,” Morganna added. Teddy felt tired. He couldn’t keep up with Morganna’s determination.

“I’m sorry I said you lied about me…shrinking, Ms. Dahl,” Teddy said. Just saying it sounded it ridiculous. But the fear of it coming true gnawed at his mind.

“That’s better,” Morganna said. “And for crying out loud, stop tenting in your pants so bad.”

“I can’t help it,” Teddy said, lowering his eyes in shame.

Vivianne body shook with barely contained laughter, which escaped as little hisses of amusement.

“Well, he’s actually being honest now, for once,” Andrea said. “My milk is making it hard for him to think straight. One of its effects is to act as a very powerful sort of…aphrodisiac, but that’s not even really the right word for it. The kind of erotic thoughts he’s probably having right now…I’d imagine are very unsettling for him.”

Teddy whimpered.

“Aren’t they, Teddy?” Andrea said softly.

Teddy hesitated, and then nodded.

“Don’t worry. They’ll die down a bit, once the cycle completes itself and the milk runs its course.”

“You mean, once he shrinks?” Nimue asked.

“Yes,” Andrea said. “I will be very curious to see what he looks like after the milk runs through his system. It sounds like he had quite a lot with dinner.”

“Oh, he did, before he started getting all upset about the way I was talking about his father,” Morganna said.

“Well, that’s good then,” Andrea said. “It was not very fresh, but it should give me a lot of data to see how his body responds.”

“Look at him,” Karla snickered. “He’s really struggling isn’t it?”

Andrea walked over to Teddy and put two fingers under his chin, lifting his face. “Oh yes,” she smiled, scrutinizing his features. “All the signs are evident.”

“What did you mean by unsettling erotic thoughts?” Morganna asked.

“Well…” Andrea said, glancing at Vivianne and Nimue.

“Girls, could you leave us for a bit?” Morganna said. “I want to talk to Andrea and Karla for a bit by myself. Thank you for all your help today.”

Nimue sighed. “But we’re more than old enough,” she said.

“Come on, Nimue,” Vivianne said. “You don’t really want to hear about his little perv thoughts, not with mom around.”

Nimue wrinkled her nose at the thought and shook her head. “Good point,” she said. The two younger women left the room, laughing and whispering to each other as they did.

Teddy moved to follow them, intending to retreat to his room.

“Not so fast,” Morganna said. Stepping into his path. “Continue, Andrea.”

“Well, he’ll be thinking much different kinds of erotic thoughts than normal. About you, about your daughters, and now probably about Karla and I.”

“Different how?”

“Well they’ll be focused on how strong and confident you are. Probably on you growing, on being smaller than you. He might even be thinking about your vagina, with feelings of insecurity and inferiority mixed it. Except these feelings will be turning him on, deeply.”

Morganna looked fascinated. “So these feelings are connected to the trigger which led to my growth in a way.”

“Oh yes,” Andrea said. “But now they are working inward instead of externally. They are changing him. My milk is the main catalyst, but it works in tandem with the rituals we works so hard to perfect last year.”

Morganna stepped close to Teddy as Andrea kept his chin lifted. A moment of silence passed. Karla sucked on another chocolate, observing from several paces away.

“You’re going to shrink tonight,” Morganna said. Her voice was serious, as she stared at Teddy.

Teddy shook his head slightly, closing his eyes, trying to block out the room, the day. The three women were illuminated by the alluring warm glow of the lamps. It had grown dark outside with the fall of night. The house was lit from old Victorian glass fixtures and lanterns covered in gauzy fabrics, which left pools of shadow in the corners and in any place not reached by their sultry radiance.

“Yes,” Morganna said. “You are going to get smaller and you are not going to tell your father anything about it. Do I make myself clear?”

Teddy swallowed and nodded.

“Hmm?”

“Yes, Morganna,” Teddy said. He couldn’t think straight. His gaze kept falling to Morganna’s full chest and the way she wore her slacks. She was so womanly, so sensual in the glow of the lamp.

Morganna nodded. “You know, I was thinking about how you stared at my thong when I grew taller earlier today.”

Andrea smiled and her eyebrows raised in interest.

“You are thinking about my panties now, aren’t you?” Morganna continued.

Teddy moaned, trying to deny it. But he nodded. Even if he hadn’t been thinking about her panties, he was now. His mind was easily nudged into that place by Morganna’s words and presence.

“Good,” Morganna said. She leaned closer and whispered into Teddy’s ear. “Think about my vagina, Teddy. Focus on it. Imagine it looming and growing.”

Teddy felt a bloom of fear mix with his desire as Morganna steered his thoughts. He weakly shook his head. He could smell the sandalwood and orange blossom aroma of her hair as she put her mouth so close to his ear.

“You’re thinking of it now, aren’t you?” Morganna whispered.

Teddy closed his eyes, trying to shut out the thoughts.

“When you shrink tonight, it will be a win for me, for my vagina. You are going to get smaller compared to me. Your penis is going to get smaller compared to my vagina. You are going to get smaller compared to my vagina, my tits, my daughters, my friends. You don’t deserve to be this big. You don’t deserve so much of what you think you do. So focus on that, and get ready to be adjusted by a woman’s breastmilk, to be improved.”

Morganna leaned back. Teddy squirmed, nearly orgasming on the spot. The horror of his near loss of control in the face of what should have been deeply insulting and humiliating words was impossible to shut out.

“Wow, what did you say to him Morganna?” Karla asked. “He looks like he’s going to cum all over Andrea and you. Either that or pass out.”

Andrea grinned and stroked Teddy’s hair before turning to grab a chocolate for herself.

Morganna smiled. “Off you go, Teddy! I have more important things to discuss with Ms. Dahl and Ms. Hansen. You can’t be the centre of attention for the whole night.”

Teddy swayed, blinking as Morganna’s voice switched to a cheery loud tone.

He didn’t need any other reason. He left the room immediately, heading for the stairs, bounding up the steps and heading straight to his room. He closed the door and quickly got down on his hands and knees, looking around for his phone. It took him nearly ten minutes to finally find it, lodged in the corner under cobwebs and dust-bunnies beneath his bed, where Vivianne had clearly kicked or tossed it. The battery was dead and a crack ran from the top right corner to the bottom of the screen.

Teddy felt a flicker of rage, but he was too pent up now to even be able to think straight. He attached the phone to a charging cable, made sure it was charging, that it still work. Then he unzipped.

Teddy sat on the edge of his bed, his shaft standing straight up in his lap, swollen and pulsing. He gripped his member and began to stroke, not even bothering to find any lube or other assistance. He stroked himself, feeling waves of incredible pleasure radiate from his dick. His mind snapped back to the idea of Morganna’s tight silver thong, the v-shape of it plunging between her thighs, the notion of her vagina beneath. He tried to think of something else, but even as his orgasm exploded, his mind kept replaying the images she had put into his brain. Teddy ejaculated harder than he ever had before, spurting hot strings of white cum all over his shirt and pants, a drop or two hitting his chin. He moaned as he kept thinking of Morganna’s crotch looming bigger and bigger, casting a shadow over him, over his small existence, her womanhood threatening to swallow up his entire life, his future.

Teddy shuddered, his toes curling as the waves of his orgasm began to fade. Then he felt an alien tingly cold feeling begin to creep up from inside him, revealed starkly be the fading pleasure of sexual climax. The unsettling sensation slowly expanded from his core to spread through his body to his outer extremities. Teddy struggled to stay awake as the feeling overcame him.

Was it happening? Was he really going to shrink? There was nothing he could do about it if he was. He shouldn’t have given in to his desire to masturbate, but it had been so overpowering, how could he be blamed? Teddy’s mind reeled even as he felt his consciousness being smothered by an exaggerated post-orgasmic sleepiness.

Teddy stood up, his flaccid penis flopping slightly, a string of cum dangling from it, as he tried to do something, anything. He had to stop this from happening.

But he was shrinking.

He saw the room starting to expand around him, felt his shirt and pants growing loose on his frame. His unzipped pant-waist was sliding down his legs. The jizz on his shirt was already getting cold and sticking to his skin, but his shirt also felt over-sized and baggy.

Teddy slumped, sitting back down on his bed. He was too tired. He’d deal with this bad dream in the morning. He’d deal with it when he woke up from it. He just needed rest.

Teddy leaned back and fell asleep atop his covers, his semen drying in his clothes, his hand wrapped around his limp shaft, as his body changed and adjusted.

Somewhere, downstairs, strange music began to play.