Description:

Nick runs a quiet lakeside Bed & Breakfast with his girlfriend Beth, but he’s been dragging his feet on proposing—haunted by an old engagement that fell apart. When Beth’s childhood friend Amber Collins books the cottage next door, she decides to give him a little . . . encouragement.

Using a special growth-and-shrink powder, Amber turns the tables, growing herself into a towering giantess while reducing Nick to a fraction of his size. What follows is a very hands-on intervention that finally gets Nick to pop the question—and then some.

A fun, playful size-play story of cold feet, giantess persuasion, and one very memorable proposal.

(growth powder, shrinking, size difference, giantess, threesome elements, proposal)

Excerpt:

The sunsets at the lake were always different than the ones in the city. At the lake, the light glinted off the water and shimmied, like a girl dancing in the wind. But in the city, all of that light was reflected back and it hurt your eyes. True, the concrete jungle was a pretty place to see a sunset as it filtered through the cracks of the buildings, but Nick would always prefer these evenings on the deck, sitting here and watching life move by at a slower pace.

There weren’t any other people on the lake today, and the water was still, aside from a few bubbles where hopeful fish snapped at low-flying bugs. This was the off-season, and while it was normally the low-end of Nick’s financial year, he’d been lucky enough to rent out the next-door Bed and Breakfast. He only caught glimpses of the girl staying in the house, but Beth, his girlfriend for the last two years, thought she recognized her.

“I’m telling you, Nick,” she said. “I know that car.” She was pointing out to the driveway that both houses shared, to a little Honda Accord.

“Maybe so,” he said. “You need to go give her the paperwork and find out what she wants for breakfast anyway. Go say hi.”

“What was her name?”

Nick searched his memory, trying to recall what the girl had told him yesterday morning when he took her the key.

“Amber . . . something. Collis? Collins?”

“Amber Collins?” said Beth, skeptically, although Nick couldn’t understand why. She glanced off the porch, toward the BnB, as if she could see through the walls. “Holy shit! That’s my childhood friend. She told me she might come in for a few days. Business stuff. And she always drove a Honda Accord.”

Just then, a truck pulled into the parking lot, its huge wheels crunching the gravel underneath. A tall, skinny man hopped out and landed on the ground, a six pack of beer glinting the sun’s dying light.

“Hey old man,” he said as he marched up the steps, then turned to Beth and tipped an imaginary hat.

“Ma’am.”

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