Susan picked up the package of crew socks that were waiting to be returned to the store. A couple of days ago, she'd purchased five new pairs of socks to replace Alan's rather worn ones. Four of the pair had already been unpackaged and added to Alan's sock drawer. This pair was still packaged because someone must have jumbled the rack and she hadn't checked them all, they were two sizes too large for Alan.
"Do I really want to do this?" Susan wondered. Hesitating only briefly, Susan wedged the sock package onto the medallion, flinching at the initial shock. Flipping both the medallion and attached sock package around to her back to get it out of the way, Susan returned to a two handed rub.
Alan was still sexually frustrated, but the back rub he was getting was definitely helping relax him. At first, the rub was little more than a caress, but Susan seemed to be really applying herself now. Susan's grip was actually penetrating muscle. In fact it was deliciously just the pleasant side of threatening to be painful.
Alan moaned in quiet pleasure until, "OW ease up!". Susan didn't answer, but she did ease up as she slid her hands down the small of his back. "My perceptions must be off in this small body, Susan's hands feel huge", Alan thought. When Susan moved lower and gripped Alan's rear, thought of how big her hands seemed were shunted aside by reawakened sexual arousal with each fondling grip.
Susan wished she had a mirror handy. She'd seen Alan change before her eyes, but it was different when it was happening to you. Careful to keep massaging Alan, she was in awe of the changes. With each reach and grip she performed on Alan, she saw her forearms thicken and her hand span increase. Strangely, it seemed as if Alan was getting smaller. Alan had been just a little smaller than her to begin with, but after Alan complained she realized that he was positively tiny. Not only could she easily wrap her hand all the way around Alan's upper arm, Alan's thighs were no bigger around than her arms.
Fondling Alan's soft round little bottom and checking his thighs out produced what for Susan was a very weird feeling as the rather large appendage between her legs became an even larger rigid pole that somehow demanded attention. Thinking about it seemed to make it pulse. Thinking about Alan seemed to make it pulse. Everything made it pulse! Putting her now very large hands to use, Susan insured that her thumbs drifted farther and farther down and up the inside of Alan's thighs as she expanded the massage to cover both thighs and butt with each slow pass. Susan grinned wolfishly at Alan's unconscious slow spreading of his legs with each upward stroke inside his thighs.
