A Tale Of The TapeBy T.J. MacAllisterI haven't always been only five inches tall. Once, I was a strapping six-foot,175 pound man. But that was before I bought that damned tape recorder. I pickedit up at Keyne's Curiosity Shoppe, this little junk store I know just offHollywood Boulevard.

I was making one of my frequent collecting runs, scouring the pawn shops andjunk stores along the boulevard for movie and TV memorabilia for my collection.

I wasn't having much luck. I'd hit every place between Vine and Highland andhadn't found squat. Only Keyne's was left. I liked to save it for last becauseold "Honest" Abe Keyne always had something for me.

Abe was a stout, red-faced man who looked old enough to have witnessed the birthof Moses. He'd been a prop man way back when Clara Bow was still giving guyshard-ons and he still had a few connections at the studios. Every once in while,he'd get his hands on some props, or movie posters and would set them aside forme.

Abe greeted me with an exuberant "Halloo" as I entered the shop. "Been hopingyou'd come in Mr. MacAllister," he said. "Got something special for ya."With a flourish of his hands, Abe produced an ancient reel-to-reel tape recorderfrom behind the battered wooden counter.

"Okay, it's a tape recorder.""Not just any tape recorder," Abe beamed, "do you remember that old TV show,Tales from Beyond the Outer Limits Zone?""Yeah, the one Ron Sterling used to host?""That's the one. There's was one episode, 'bout a writer like yourself, it was.

He had this magic tape recorder. All he had to do was talk into it, see, andwhatever he said, well, it happened, ya know?"I nodded. The episode was one of my favorites.

"Well, this here's the tape recorder they used. A buddy of mine over in the propdepartment at Unreversal Studios found it when he was cleanin' out a closet. Ican't say if'n it's got magical abilities, mind you, but this here is thegenuine article."I picked up the recorder and turned it over. "Property of Unreversal Studios"was stamped on the bottom. It was an odd contraption. The reels were larger thanmost I'd seen. The tape it used was about a half inch thick. And, along with thenormal play, record, fast-forward and rewind buttons, it had a red switch marked"erase.""Does it work?" I asked.

"Course it works. I wouldn't sell ya no piece of junk."I doubted that, but let it go.

"How much?""Well," Abe drawled, rubbing his chin like he was pondering the meaning of life,"most collectors'd pay quite a bit for it. But, seein' as you're such a goodcustomer an' all, I'll cut my own arm off and let ya have it for a hunnerd.""I'll give you a saw buck for it.""Twenny dollars, you must be jokin'. Sevendy-five.""Twenty-five bucks, it's all I got on me, Abe.""Well, I like ya son, so, I'll let ya slide on this one."I handed him a twenty and five ones, grabbed the tape recorder and headed home.

Now, don't think I'm a sucker or anything. I knew Abe was putting me on, but I'dbeen planning to get a tape recorder to record notes for my stories anyway.

Besides, there was always the chance that Abe was on the level. I mean, notevery writer has a tape recorder from Beyond the Outer Limits Zone.

At the time, I was working on a story for one of the "Gentlemen's" magazines. Itwas about a group of beautiful Earth women astronauts who land on Venus andsomething in the atmosphere makes their tits grow to enormous proportions. Tospice it up a bit, I decided to throw in a Venusian monster to chase themaround, rip off their clothes and try to mate with them.

I switched on the recorder, picked up the mike and started on my notes for thestory.

"The Venusian monster is ten feet tall," I said, letting my imagination race.

"It looks like a giant purple jello salad with eleven green eyes and eight slimytentacles sprouting from its head."I hit the rewind button. Then pushed "play." The description sounded prettysilly and I was about to erase it when I heard Lucifer, my black cat, howl. Iturned to see what was bugging him and came eye-to-eye, well, eye-to-eyes, withsomething that looked like a giant purple jello salad with eleven green eyes andeight slimy tentacles sprouting from its head.

The dripping, oozing monstrosity slithered toward me. A long tentacle snaked atmy head. I jumped back and my arm smashed into the recorder. I must've hit theerase switch because the reels started turning and the Venusian dessert platterfaded into oblivion.

It took me a few seconds to figure out what had happened. Of course, Abe hadbeen right. It really was the magic tape recorder from Beyond the Outer LimitsZone. I got an idea . . . I hit the record button. "Her name is Krystal," Isaid, the reels spinning slowly as I spoke. "She is five-feet, seven-inchestall. She has long blond hair that cascades over her shoulders and hangs down toher ripe, muscular ass. Her skin is bronze and smooth as marble. She has darkblue eyes that shimmer like cold steel. Her measurements are 45DDD-24-36."I stopped the recorder and thought for a second.

"Make that 55DDD," I corrected. "And, she's horny as hell."I rewound the tape and played it back. As my tinny voice floated out of thespeaker, the air began to crackle with static electricity. Shimmering waves,like the kind you see hovering over an asphalt road on a sweltering summer day,rose from the floor. Then, with a sudden flash of light, Krystal appeared beforeme in all her buck-naked glory.

She was just as I'd described her, even better. Everything about her wasperfect. Long sleek legs. Full, rounded hips. Svelte, waspish waste. Flat firmstomach. And what tits. Those glorious gazombas jutted out a good foot and halfin front of her. They surged from the sides of her chest like over-inflatedbasketballs and her protruding, thumb-thick nipples nearly brushed the furryblond triangle between her legs.

"Hi, I'm Krystal," she said in a soft purring voice. "And, I'm horny as hell."She came toward me with her lips puckered and her arms outstretched. With eachstep, her huge knockers rocked and swayed like twin bags of jello. (Hell, theyeven shimmied when she stood dead still.) Before I knew what was happening, herhot tongue probed my mouth and her delicate hands unsnapped the buttons of thejeans. She pushed me down on the floor and kissed her way down my chest andstomach to my rapidly hardening dick. With a soft moan of approval, she poppedmy rod into her mouth.

I'd been given blow jobs before, but never like this. She explored every of mydick with her tongue, starting at the base and slowly inching her way up. Whenshe reached the top, she traced circles around the bulbous throbbing head untilmy dick was as hard as a baseball bat and felt twice as long.

I watched as she formed a perfect O with her lips and slid her mouth down mypole, over and over, sucking harder each time she went down. I could feel thespunk churning in my balls, ready to blow, and moaned loudly, trying not to cumtoo soon. After several minutes of agonizing pleasure Krystal suddenly stopped.

"We don't want you to lose it just yet," she said with a sinister smile. "I'vegot other plans for this magnificent meat of yours."She lay down on the floor and cupped her left tit in her hands. The jigglingflesh overflowed her tiny fingers as she hoisted it to her mouth and took herthick nipple between her full lips. My dick jumped as she sucked and slurped atthe engorged teat.

"Would you like to try?" she said, offering up other tit.

She didn't have to ask me twice. I was on her in a second, wrapping my lipsaround her huge nipple and sucking like a hungry babe. The rubbery nub seemed togrow impossibly large and fat in my mouth. She moaned and bucked, delicatelycaressing my cock with her soft hands I felt a gentle tug, on my iron-hard dickand instantly knew what she wanted. I straddled her chest, my legs shaking inanticipation, and she laid my schlong in her gaping cleavage chasm. She squeezedher tits around my dick and it disappeared into the expanse of soft, pillowyflesh. My cock was nicely lubricated with Krystal's own juices and slid in andout of the magnificently warm cavern with ease. Each time my cockhead popped outfrom between her mams, she flicked out her tongue like a snake and licked thehead.

Krystal erupted in a beastly wail and with surprising force she pushed me offher chest and wrestled me to the floor.

"Enough fucking around," she snarled, "I want that beautiful fat cock of yoursinside me." She impaled herself on my rigid spear and pumped furiously. I triedto join in, but couldn't keep up with her frenzied rhythm. Her pussy squeezed mydick like a fist, the smooth muscles milking my cock like a cow's udder. My headswam and my whole body quaked. I didn't know how long I'd last at that pace, butI prayed I wouldn't come too soon.

Nearly helpless, I gazed up at Krystal as she rocked back and forth on my cock.

The half-crazed mask of pleasure she wore was more animal than human. Her titsbounced and wiggled, slapping loudly against her stomach. My breath came ingasps as she pumped, faster and faster, building to climax. The minutes seemedto stretch into hours, until finally, Krystal cried out as my body went rigidand my cock exploded.

Krystal convulsed, then crumpled onto my chest. As we lay there, cradled in eachother's arms, I remember thinking that I had definitely gotten a deal on thattape recorder.

Over the next few days, we fucked and sucked each other every way imaginable,stopping only to grab a bite to eat and a few well-earned z's. But, believe itor not, after about two weeks, I got bored with Krystal. It was time to move on.

I felt kind of bad when I erased her. But, hell, I had more boner-poppingfantasies running around my head than I could ever live in a dozen lifetimes.

And, Krystal would have just gotten in the way.

After that, I guess I went wild. I've got a pretty fertile, if not slightlywarped, imagination and that magic tape recorder had it churning along at fullsteam. I created and fucked a different woman nearly every day--tall ones, shortones, fat ones, skinny ones, white, black, Asian, hell, I even a had big greenalien bitch like Captain Dirk screwed in the that one episode of Space Trek--andthey all had one thing in common, big, bouncing watermelon-sized tits that justbegged to be sucked and fucked.

It went on like that for almost six months. I'd tried just about everything Icould think of, lived every sexual fantasy I'd had since my first wet dream. Ikept creating women with bigger and bigger tits, but let's face, there's only sobig you can get, and I figured I'd pretty much reached the limit with Megan,whose tits dragged on the floor even when she stood. There wasn't any furthergo. Or so I thought . . . The idea came to me while I was watching Movies TilDawn. They were showing coming attractions and one was The Attack of the 50 FootWoman. I ran to my room and fired up the tape recorder. I was about to speakinto the mike when it struck me . . . how the hell was I going to fit afifty-foot woman into my cracker box apartment? There was no fucking way. But, Iwasn't going to give up that easily. Maybe I couldn't create fifty foot woman,but I could shrink myself so that regular-sized woman would seem as if she wasfifty-foot tall.

I'd never tried the tape recorder on my self. And, I wanted to make sure therewouldn't be any nasty side effects. I needed to make a trial run.

"Lucifer," I called.

My cat lazily strolled into the bedroom and rubbed up against my legs.

"I've got a surprise for you little buddy."I switched on the tape recorder, "My cat Lucifer is only five inches long," Isaid.

I played it back. There was a smell like burning matches, followed by a puff ofsmoke. When it cleared, Lucifer was no bigger than a mouse. Judging by the wayhe was yowling, he wasn't too happy about it either. I hit the erase button andone puff o smoke later Lucifer was back to normal.

It worked. Now, all I needed was woman. Since Krystal had been the first (and, Ihave to admit, the best, ) I decided to recreate her. It was good to see heragain--her massive mams bursting from her chest like twin zeppelins.

"Did you miss me?" she asked.

"You better believe it baby. You'll always be number one.""So what did you have in mind today?"I told her. Her face lit up with a devilish smile. I switched on the recorderand said "I'm only five inches tall," then played it back.

Nothing happened at first, then my whole body began to tingle. A sharp pain, asif someone was had stuck an ice pick into my ear, pierced my skull. I fell tothe floor screaming and clutching my head, then blacked out. When I came to, Iwas staring up at the biggest tits I'd ever seen in my life. Krystal's giganticknockers loomed above me like twin Matterhorns. Even flat on her back, hermassive 55DDD breasts stood tall and firm, rising a good six or seven inchesabove my head.

I started my ascent of the left mammary mountain, scuttering up the warm, silkyflesh until I'd reached the turgid nipple perched on top. Even by normalstandards Krystal's saucer-sized areola was extraordinarily large. But, at mydiminutive size, it looked like an enormous round bumpy pink blanket.

I tiptoed across the knobby flesh to her nipple, which, to me, was as big aroundas a telephone pole. I gently licked and nipped at the swollen nub, sendingspasms of pleasure through Krystal's body. The behemoth breast swayed andshimmied under me like a giant waterbed and I wrapped my arms around the nippleand hung on for dear life.

When the spasms subsided, I slide down the back side of the breast, bouncedacross Krystal's firm stomach, nearly falling into her belly button, and landeddeftly in the "V" between her legs.

The warm, musky scent of Krystal's muff filled my nostrils as I made my waythrough a forest of blond pubic hair to her swollen clitoris. With long,languorous strokes, I lapped at her love button which was nearly as big as myhead. Krystal shuddered and squirmed with delight and I feared that she mightcrush me between her creamy thighs.

As I kneaded her cunt lips with my tiny hands, her pussy grew moist, then wet.

Her sweet honey streamed over my hands and arms. I kept on twiddling her untilshe came in gushing sobs, drenching my body from head to toe with her lovejuice.

With a gentle hand she lifted me to her mouth and licked me clean.

"My, you have a big dick for such a tiny man," she said. "It looks like a littlecandy stick. And you know I have a sweet tooth."She carefully took my minuscule member between her lips and began sucking. Itfelt like my dick was caught in a vacuum cleaner and it wasn't long before Iblew my load between her sizable lips.

"Time for baby to rest," she purred, tenderly laying me down in the crevicebetween her towering tits. I spread out in that gaping cleavage chasm and fellasleep.

When I woke, I was in a Mason jar. And Krystal was staring at me with hermenacing blue eyes.

"What the hell is this shit," I yelled, my voice echoing off the smooth glasswalls.

"I figure I can keep you out of trouble in there," she said. "I wouldn't wantyou to escape.""Cut the shit and get me out of here.""I don't think so," Krystal said, her voice boomed in my ears like thunder. "Youlook cute in there. And, definitely harmless.""I'm gonna erase your ass when I get out you get.""I doubt it. You can't climb the walls, they're too slippery. Even if you could,you're too small to move the erase switch without my help. And, I'm certainlynot going to help you. Not after what you did to me. That wasn't very nice whatyou did to me. Creating me like that then getting rid of me. I like being aliveand I want it to stay that way."I called her every dirty name I could think of. Not a smart move. She got pissedand screwed the lid shut.

"I'll let you out when you learn not to use such nasty language," she scolded.

That was three months ago and I'm still only five inches tall. Krystal's gottentired of her "little lover," as she likes to call me. Sure, every once in awhile she uses me as a living dildo, (trust me, it's not as great as it sounds,a guy could drown in there), but most of the time, she picks up guys in bars,brings them back the apartment and "does" things to them with the tape recorder.

She's a wicked one. She made one guy's tongue grow 12 inches. She gave anotherguy two dicks so he could fuck both her holes at the same time. And one poor guyshe turned into a hermaphrodite with tits that rivaled her own.

When she's through playing with them, she shrinks them down to five inches andkeeps them jars on a shelf in the bedroom. She's got quite a collection now. I'dsay there's about fifty of us all together. And she's still going strong.

So, take my advice, if sometime, somewhere, you happen to meet a gorgeous blondnamed Krystal with tits like basketballs and a devilish gleam in her eye, thinktwice about going home with her. There's still room on the shelf for a few morejars.