"Return from Neverland"
John Darling stood in his family home, now inherited to him after many years. His parents, George and Mary, had recently died leaving the home to their three children. Since Wendy had married Edward and bore two children of her own, she had moved into a house he built for his new family. She had no interest in holding onto the home herself, even if she were the oldest. Michael had joined the Royal Navy and was off serving as a lieutenant aboard England's finest vessel. The home naturally went to John as the best solution. At 27 years old, he was ready to start a family of his own and perhaps create new Darlings for the family tree.
He sat in the living room of the palatial estate and tossed another log into the fireplace to keep it roaring and the room warm. The grandfather clock that had been in the Darling family for two previous generations chimed softly as the gold pendulum swung below. At the time of ten minutes after nine p.m., the house was rather quiet.
This quiet led John to recall a memory he still held of Neverland when he was a child. Oh, to be able to return to those adventurous days when Peter Pan flew into their upstairs bedroom and whisked the three children away from the perils of the war and the city lights of London that fateful night. His eyes closed and he breathed in deep, wishing he could see his old friends again. He even remembered how adorable that little fairy, Tinkerbell, had been, flittering around the air spreading fairy dust wherever she flew.
It was just then that the wind pushed open the living room window and moved the silky curtains. With that rush of wind, also a small light entered the room of John's estate: perhaps simply a firefly wanting a safe haven from the night winds.
John studied the light and noticed that not only did the light not dim over time, but it carried with it what looked like glitter in a trail behind its path. Wait, he thought, that dust looks familiar. Could it be? The light waving around in the room settled on the top of a lampshade and sat there, making a motion. John put on his glasses again and peered closer.
"My gosh," he said peering down as he towered over his own lamp. "Tinkerbell?" he gasped. The little being emanating light waved a hand back up at him quickly. There, on the shade of the lamp sat the very same blonde-haired fairy wearing her signature green leafy mini dress. Her dragonfly wings buzzed a bit as she giggled.
"What has you here, my little friend?" Tinkerbell didn't respond, as she was never one for words, but rather body language. She flew from a sitting position to standing confidently on the edge of the shade. Her tiny hands waved him down as if she were going to whisper a secret into his ear. John leaned in closer and as soon as he was mere millimeters away, Tinkerbell lunged out and kissed his cheek.
With a flash of light and a burst of fairy dust, John's world expanded. The clock became taller, the sofa in the living room blew up in size, and the woven area rug stretched out before him on the massive floor. At the same time that happened, poor John Darling saw his puny fairy friend grow in size too. She fluttered off the lamp shade and stood on the rug beside him, now at knee height. Tinkerbell was now the tallest fairy John had ever seen.
Tinkerbell not only gained size, but her womanly dimensions also expanded out, giving her a more hourglass frame. What were almost non-existent breasts on an adult fairy were pushing against her leafy dress. Plump and ripe, they were more than a handful to a creature of her size. The hips she used to shake at Neverland had become fuller too. The skin of her hips grew out from the pleats of her garment. They were sweaty a bit and reflected the fireplace's blaze with a slight sheen.
Tinkerbell's hair lengthened in her growth as well. Quickly, the fairy spun her locks into a bun to keep it off of her shoulders. Finally, the once silent fairy now showed off her voice. She had the tone of an angel and spoke her first words to the astonished and shrunken John Darling.
"Oh, how I've wanted to do that!" she exclaimed. "I had to wait for what seemed like forever to kiss you, John Darling, and here we are!" John took a few steps as his pajamas fell from his diminished body. He crouched quickly, trying to hide his newfound nudity before her. Tinkerbell giggled in response.
"Oh dear, you musn't see me like this," he said nervously, "you shouldn't be exposed to my nudity. I'm so sorry!" John reached down in record time and snatched his pajama shirt from the floor to hide his crotch from her. Awkwardly, John stood barefooted with the scrunched-up night shirt in his hands. His face was red as an apple before his new visitor.
"Oh John, your shyness is what I adored about you most. I've thought about you all this time since you left. Believe it or not, I've had the biggest crush on you ever since Peter brought you to Neverland. I just didn't have the courage to act on it, and since you were a child, I kept to myself. However, now that time has passed and you decided not to stay on Neverland, I waited for the right time to return here on my own. You're more handsome now than I could ever imagine." After her big reveal, Tinkerbell reached out and placed her hands on John's smaller shoulders, giving him yet another kiss. This time, on the mouth.
John, extremely inexperienced with the fairer sex, stood there clutching his shirt at his growing member while Tinkerbell's tongue darted into his mouth. His glasses steamed with condensation as he shrunk once again, letting the eyewear fall from his face.
With another flash of magical light, John shrank once again with the touch of her kiss. Tinkerbell increased in size once more, now standing taller than him by a lot. It seemed that each time she used her kissing magic on the poor Englishman, she stole height and mass from him, thus reducing her love interest in the process.
Tinkerbell was now larger than her human counterpart. She stood a whopping ten feet now. Her feet dwarfed John's by far. Those once puny naked thighs were thick, strong, and shining with soft, smooth, young skin. Twin tree trunks stood before John, showing him that they were now bigger around than his little arms could hug. Her flat belly had a sexy plushness to it as well. Teacup breasts were now plunging ample tits filled with milk and fatty tissue. They pushed heavily against the cups of her green dress.
The big fairy now breathed out, excited by her new larger body. Instead of a waif of a girl in wings and mini dress, this was a mature woman with massive weight, height, and newfound sexuality that was begging to be explored. Mature blue eyes gazed at John, and she revealed a half smile that looked like she knew what she wanted.
Her thighs were parting before his tiny body. Tinkerbell raised a leafy pleat and showed him her shaven pussy. It was wet with playful excitement. She brought two fingers to her protruding clitoris and rubbed herself with glee. "I want you the way a bitch is trembling in heat. Do you want me too, John Darling? Do you want to fuck me like two dogs in a back alley? I want to feel hot hard flesh inside me, and I want you to do it." Tinkerbell turned around to show John her big giantess ass.
She bent over knowing the mini dress would never cover her ample cheeks. The green pleats pulled back revealing her twin pillowy cushions divided by an inviting deep crack. John's mouth watered and he found his tongue with a mind of its own licking saliva from the corners of his drooling mouth. Sex with a woman was never really a concern with him since he took to books and learning in his early adult life. Now, Tinkerbell was showing him a world of earthly desires he couldn't pass off anymore.
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