Chapter 1

“My goodness, Paula!” exclaimed Susan, her eyes going wide as she opened the door to her next-door neighbor. “What a costume! I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you dressed up like this before!”

“Haha well,” said Paula in her Texas accent, stepping into the Clarke’s house, her high heels clacking a sexy staccato on the hardwood floor, “I know I don’t like to go overboard too often, but now that it’s Halloween, ya know, I thought…why not, right?”

“I’ll say!” replied Susan, her eyes going over her neighbor’s prodigious breasts. Susan Clarke, being a loving, sweet, and innocent person by nature, wasn’t generally one to comment much on personal appearances, but Paula May’s playboy bunny costume was too…revealing…to go without comment. A conservative, straitlaced woman herself, Paula had decided to forgo her usual formal dress in favor of a form-fitting, revealing black costume, which showed off her considerable bust, complete long black tights, which flaunted her shapely legs. Paula may have been 48 years old — two years older than Susan — but as she strutted into the foyer in her costume, she would have turned the heads of any man, young or old.

“And in those heels…haha, Paula, I feel like a midget now!” laughed Susan, closing the door behind her.

“Oh whatever!” returned Paula, smiling and shaking her head down at her 5’4 host. “You’re looking like a right ol’ snack yourself — and oh my god, if anyone was going to dress up as Snow White…well, it would be you, Susan. You ARE Snow White, haha!”

“Oh stopppp,” blushed Susan, waving her hand flippantly in front of her face, dismissing her neighbor’s compliment. “Ok, come on in and grab a drink — we’ve got the sangria flowing, if you like…plus there’s some beer in the fridge if you want it. Debbie’s already here…haha, can you guess what she’s dressed up as?”

“Hmmm, let me guess,” muttered Paula sarcastically, feigning thought as she put her hand to her chin. “Some kind of…predator or something…or…a witch!”

“Wow…verrrry clever, Paula!” came a chuckling voice from the kitchen. Susan and Paula rounded the corner, and beheld Debbie, Susan’s 40-year-old best friend. She was already on her second sangria, and was dressed up, per Paula’s guess, as a sexy black cat. Like Paula, she had long, black tights on, but even though Paula’s legs were undeniably sexy, Debbie’s were sexier still. Her calves were round, robust, and strong-looking, and her thighs were thick and full, curving elegantly up into her large buttocks, which in turn seemed to support and stabilize her voluptuous hips. Her form-fitting cat costume only covered her torso, and left little to the imagination — her curves, complete with her larger-than-average breasts (which strained the confines of the cat costume bodice), made Debbie look almost fearsomely appealing. The painted-on black cat nose, along with the little black dots and penciled whiskers on her cheeks, were completed by a headset of large, pointed cat ears. Debbie opened her mouth and let loose a catlike hiss as she bared her “claws,” which were her real fingernails that she had sharpened to points, and painted black.

“Hhhhhhhaaaaaauugghhhhhhhhhh!” hissed Debbie playfully.

“Woah, easy there!” laughed Paula, going over to hug Debbie. But even though Paula herself was 5’10 in her 4-inch heels, when Debbie stood up, she did a double take. Debbie was already 6’1 in her bare feet, but often — and especially on Halloween — she liked to to really push the envelope. Her feet were decked out in 6-inch black platform heels, which made her a whopping 6’7 feet tall, 9 inches taller than Debbie, and a full 15 inches taller than Susan. Paula’s head barely came up to Debbie’s shoulders as they hugged, and Susan couldn’t help but realize, again, that she was staring straight into Debbie’s big breasts.

“Good god, girl — weren’t you tall enough already?!” laughed Paula, pulling away from the hug and going over to pour herself some sangria.

“No such thing!” clucked Debbie, her green eyes sparkling as she stuck her tongue into the side of her face. “There’s always room for more…which is why, of course, I always am sure to bring my — ”

“Now that’s enough of that,” said Susan, cutting in with uncharacteristic firmness as she shook her head. “We all know you lovvvvvve your shrinking device, Debs…that doesn’t mean we need to hear about it 24/7.”

“Awww, you hate it, don’t you?” chuckled Debbie, looking down at her best friend.

“I don’t…well, hate it,” said Susan, blinking her pretty brown eyes as she sat down on one of her kitchen stools. “I just…well, you know how I feel about it. It just makes me uncomfortable.”

“Aaaaanyway,” said Paula, joining the conversation with her drink, eager to move beyond this familiar point of contention, “I’m just glad we can all be here together — just the girls!”

“Ha! You can say that again,” laughed Debbie, taking a healthy draught from her glass. “Since I’ve been divorced, I’ve noticed a strange and inexplicable shift in my life patterns — I’m not stressed about things that don’t matter, I’m not worried about bullshit, and…I’m actually in the mood for sex again!”

“Debbieeee!” exclaimed Susan, laughing despite her blushing cheeks. “Shhhh! You know that Brian’s still in here somewhere!”

“What?” asked Debbie, feigning innocence. “He’s 18 — he’s a big boy. What, your son can’t handle the thought of a 40-year-old woman being a sexual creature?”

“It’s…it’s not that, Debs, you know what I mean,” replied Susan, shaking her head. “And besides, I wouldn’t really call him…well, a “big boy” just yet. He’s awfully shy, and…well, you know…”

“He’s super short?” finished Debbie, her green eyes flashing again. “Super skinny as well?”

“Y-yeah,” said Susan, looking anxiously up the stairs to make sure that her son wasn’t overhearing the conversation. “But…don’t tease him, Debs. You know how sensitive he can get about his height.”

“Just preparing him for what he’s gonna be dealing with in the real world!” laughed Debbie, downing her drink.

“Well, anyway…he should be down in a minute or so,” said Susan, brushing past Debbie’s comment. She turned to Paula. “He’s gonna be hanging out with Darrell tonight. Some kind of party at one of their friend’s houses down the street? I’m not sure — you know anything about it?”

“All Darrell told me was that it was a little get-together at Raymond’s house,” said Paula, relaying the information her son had told her.

“Raymond Pierce?” asked Susan. “Aw, well — that’s good then. The Pierce’s are trustworthy — I know at least one parent will be there to chaperone.”

Paula nodded, but Debbie just laughed again.

“You guys are cute — but it’s only a matter of months now before Brian and Darrell are off to college! No chaperones there, I’m afraid!”

“Well, while he’s still living with me,” said Susan, smiling but with a firm voice, “There will be parent chaperones at any party he goes to.”

Debbie smiled, arched her eyebrows, and shrugged, pouring herself some more sangria. But before she could help herself to a sip, some movement on the stairs caught her eye, and she looked up. A devilish grin spread itself across her cat-face. Brian Clarke was coming down the stairs. He was walking slowly, gripping the banner nervously as he descended. Susan and Paula saw that Debbie had spotted him, and turned to look at him as well. He was wearing red sneakers, baggy grey sweatpants, and a long-sleeve red shirt, but it was the grey painted-on nose, the whiskers drawn onto his face, and the mouse ears, that really betrayed his costume idea.

“Aw honey!” burst out Susan. “You look absolutely adorable! Where did you get the idea to dress up as Stuart Little!?”

“Th-thanks mom,” stammered Brian, alighting at the bottom of the stairs and taking a nervous step towards the older women. “Uh…j-just, um…someone in school suggested it might be a good idea. K-katherine Lloyd, actually.”

“Aw, well if Katherine Lloyd said it, it must be so,” laughed Paula, referencing one of the smartest and most attractive girls at Brian’s school.

“H-hi Ms. May,” said Brian, waving awkwardly at her. “I’m…I’m gonna hang out with Darrell tonight.”

“Your mom told me, yes,” said Paula, nodding.

“Well?” came Debbie’s imperious yet playful voice, “Don’t I get a “hello” too, Brain?”

“Um…h-hello, Debbie,” said Brian, smiling despite himself, on first-name basis with his mom’s best friend. He was always a little nervous around Debbie, but was always excited to see her. it was, in fact, this very reason that made him nervous — when he was around her, he couldn’t help but hone in on her big breasts, her sexy, well-formed legs, and…well, just her entire person. She totally dwarfed him, even in her bare feet. But today, well…she was wearing her 6-inch platforms.

“Just a little mumbled “hello!?” laughed Debbie, clacking her heels authoritatively over to Brian, until she stood over him, with her hands on her hips. She suddenly spread her arms out wide, and Brian noticed her long, black, sharpened, claw-like fingernails.

“Don’t I get a hug?” she teased, looking down at the much smaller younger man in front of her. Brian had been around Debbie in these heels before, but that didn’t mean that he had become accustomed to the height difference. He was looking straight forward into the middle of her large, yawning cleavage, and he couldn’t help but notice that the top of his head didn’t even come up to her shoulders. Even as she bent down for the hug, Brian got the uncomfortable (and arousing!) sensation that he was about to be smothered by a much larger, stronger, and more powerful entity.

“Oh-oh-kay,” he stuttered, accepting Debbie’s hug, and doing his best to wrap his arms around her without getting a face-full of her boob flesh. Debbie made this impossible, however (on purpose, of course), and his face ended up becoming momentarily smothered in the hot, fleshy heaviness of Debbie’s twin mammaries. He felt Debbie’s strong arms squeeze his small, skinny body, perhaps a second too long, actually lifting him off the ground a couple inches before she finally rose up and released him.

“Mmmmm!” intoned Debbie, once again putting her hands on her hips as she stared down her big, heaving chest line at Brian’s intimidated face, “It’s rather appropriate, isn’t it?”

“Uh…wh-what’s…what’s appropriate, Debbie?” Brian asked.

“That I’m dressed up as a cat tonight,” said Debbie, standing up to her full height and inflating herself, extending her clawed fingernails sexily down at him, “And you’re dressed up as the mouse.”

“I…uh, I — ” stuttered Brian, not sure what to say to Debbie’s provocative teasing.

“Debs, you never give him a break, do you?” laughed Susan, coming over to her son and kissing him on the forehead.

“Well…like I’ve told him before, he’s just too much fun to pass up,” chuckled Debbie, giving Brian a suggestive arch of her eyebrow.

“Susan this sangria is divine!” piped up Paula. “Where did you get it?”

“Well, it was actually on bulk sale at — ” Susan began, but her ringing phone interrupted her.

“Hello?” asked Susan, answering her phone. “Yes…yeah…hmmmm, really? It’s not mixing right? It’s clumping? Huh…well did you add the — y-yeah…yes…hmm, you know what? I’m just gonna pop on over there, if you don’t mind. It’s easier just to have all the ingredients in front of me, you know? Haha, ok — bye!”

“Witches brew not coming off as planned?” joked Paula.

“It’s Miss Williamson,” smiled Susan, referencing one of her next-door neighbors. “Her Halloween cookie batter isn’t quite coming out correctly. I’m gonna go over there and help her out.”

“Aw, you’re so sweet,” said Paula. “Actually, can I come too? I wanna see what she’s making…see if I can get any ideas for later on tonight. I know the hubs is gonna wanna stuff his face with butterfingers tonight, so I may as well try and make him something just a bit healthier, huh?”

“Haha, ok — sounds good,” said Susan.

“Don’t mind me!” laughed Debbie. “I’ll just hold down the fort while you two are gone…drinking all the delicious sangira in the process, of course.”

“I knew I could count on you,” giggled Susan, turning with Paula to go. On her way out, Susan paused for an instant, and seemed about to tell Debbie something…but then her hand dropped and she sighed, instead just saying, “I’ll be back in a bit!”

A few seconds later, the front door closed, and Brian was alone with the older woman. Debbie was still standing over Brian, and he was nervous (and excited) to see that her green eyes were glinting with a suggestive twinkle.

“Sooooo,” said Debbie in a sexy drawl, rotating her big, sexy hips from side to side, “Mr. Brian Clarke is going to a big-boy Halloween party tonight!”

“Y-yep!” Brian replied, wishing that his voice could have been a bit lower-pitched.

“Oh my god that’s tooooo cute,” laughed Debbie, “You even sound like a little mouse!”

“Uh…” said Brian, not sure what to say. He could feel himself getting aroused by Debbie’s teasing, but he was in an awkward position — he didn’t know what he would do if anyone ever found out that he actually enjoyed being teased and humiliated by his mom’s best friend.

“I mean, look at this!” exclaimed Debbie, taking a step forward in her huge, 6-inch platform heels. They clacked down directly next to Brian, making him start with the loud noise, while also forcing him to compare the size of his small red sneakers to that of Debbie’s big feet in her monstrous heels. The comparison was ridiculous — his feet looked like a child’s next to her.

“Look at this!” Debbie repeated, snaking her arm down Brian’s back and applying gentle but firm force. Guided by her hand (which splayed across a large area of his back), Brian stumbled into Debbie’s huge, thick thigh, which came all the way up to his nipples. She forced him to straddle her thigh, which to Brian felt like it was as hard and strong as a tree trunk.

“Look at how short and tiny you are compared to me!” laughed Debbie, arching her head down at him so that she could look him in the eye, past her breasts. If she held her neck fully up and straight, then she couldn’t even make eye contact with him, since her breasts were in the way.

“And like…haha, wow! Can you believe this!?” continued Debbie, mercilessly plowing ahead in her humiliation of the younger man. “My thighs are basically as thick as your whole torso…yeah, check that out! Go ahead, feel it! Use your little hands!

Brian didn’t feel like he had any real choice in the matter, and he started timidly feeling up Debbie’s thighs, marveling at how firm and strong they felt, and also at the fact that they were literally chest-high to him. Her black stockings hugged tightly to her shapely legs, making Brian’s hands slide easier over their form, and giving him a soft, pleasant sensation in his hands. He really didn’t want to be in this position right now — he really didn’t…and yet, well, if Debbie was going to force him into it, he couldn’t deny that her body was incredible.

“Mmmm, you just slip so perfectly into that role, don’t you, little guy?” she snickered down at him.

“Wh-what role?” Brian asked, looking up into her green eyes past her protruding breasts.

“The submissive role!” intoned Debbie suggestively, her eyebrows going up and down with purpose as she looked down on him. “The subservient role…the minion role…basically, the role that your little body forces you to play.”

“H-hey!” exclaimed Brian, trying to defend himself, “I…I know I’m short now, but…b-but I might still grow some more…here in the next, uh, f-few years!”

“Mhm,” replied Debbie dryly, cocking her big hip to the side and knocking him a little off balance with the simple motion, “Yeaaahhhh, I really doubt that, little Brian. I reeeeaaally really doubt it. Most young men who are gonna grow a lot more have big hands and big feet…and then they grow into them. But you? Haha, well, you don’t. And your little mother isn’t a smidgen over 5’4 herself. Yep, I don’t think you have much hope of being any taller than 5’4 — you may as well admit that now, and spare yourself the disappointment later.”

“W-well…we’ll just…j-just see about that,” returned Brian, trying to sound brave as he stood up to as high as his little 5’4 frame would take him.

“Hmmm,” chuckled Debbie. “Yes…yes we will.” Wordlessly, she reached into her purse, which was strung around her large body, and produced a small silver device, that looked almost like a stick of lipstick. Brian knew what it was, however, and he felt his skin go cold. Even as he started trembling in fear, though, his epidermis began pricking itself up in goosebumps. As was so often the case when he was around Debbie, he was frightened…but also aroused…at what was coming next.

“You remember this fun little contraption, don’t you, little mouse?” she teased in her deep, sexy voice.

“I…I d-don’t think that my mom wants you…uhhh…u-using that on me again,” stuttered Brian, feeling conflicted in himself. He didn’t want what was coming next…but at the same time, somewhere deep down in his primal brain, he did.

“Oh what Susan doesn’t know won’t kill her,” said Debbie flippantly. “And besides, how is a divorced 40-year-old woman like me supposed to have fun with younger guys like you, unless I make the first move, hmmm? That’s the problem with all you young ones, especially nervous, skinny little tykes like you — you never have the confidence to make the first move. And I see how you look at me, little Brian…ohhhhh yessss…I see how you look at my looooonnnnnngggg legs, and my biiiiiiggg, big breasts, and my fat ass, haha! I see how your little face looks UP at me, whenever I’m near you. You LOVE it, don’t you? I can tell — you LOVE how much bigger and taller I am than you and you WANT to get smaller!”

Debbie pointed her silver device at Brian, and he started backing away, putting up his hands, as if to shield his face.

“Don’t even try to deny it!” cackled Debbie. “I can read you like a book, tiny boy! And now…I’m giving you exactly what you want!”

With that, Debbie pressed a button on her device, and a pale pink light shot out, hitting Brian directly in the chest.

“N-no!” he cried, but even as the sound escaped his lips, everything seemed to grow abruptly around him. But he knew that nothing was growing — HE was shrinking! It didn’t hurt; he barely felt it at all. The only difference was that he felt a slight tingling in his chest, radiating through the rest of his body. But he wasn’t really focused on any of that. A couple seconds later, his shrinking had stopped, and by this point, Brian was totally focused on the fact that he was now eye level with Debbie’s waist!

“Like what you see, little mouse?” Debbie asked sexily, giving a healthy rotation of her big hips, directly in his face. “It’s a pretty good view from down there, huh?”

Brian didn’t know what to say — it was enough just to take in that the top of his head was now pretty much the same height as Debbie’s belly button. He made a motion to back away some more, but Debbie had stepped forward again, and this time, she had to bend down slightly to splay her hand out across his back and powerfully smush him up against her thigh, which was more tree-like than ever.

“You’re basically the size of one of my legs now!” laughed Debbie, her mirthful voice echoing from above. “How does it feel, to be so totally dwarfed?”

“I…I,” choked Brian. He couldn’t say how he actually felt — that he was so turned on that he could literally feel his face getting beet-red from arousal. He didn’t have time to say anything more, though, because Debbie had suddenly reached her arms down, locked her huge hands underneath Brian’s armpits, and whooshed him off his feet, high up into the air above her head. His feet were dangling helplessly in midair, and he looked down to see his captor’s green eyes wide and glimmering with pleasure. She opened her mouth, baring her teeth — in her cat costume and make-up, she suddenly looked quite scary.

“Hssssssssss….I’m gonna eat-cha!” she growled, pretending to be a cat. “Hsssssssssss! I’ve caught myself a little mouse, and I’m gonna have soooooo much fun playing with him…before I make a little meal out of him!”

“D-Debbie,” stammered Brian, trying to halt the momentum of her role-playing, “P-please — ”

“Excuse me, young man!” exclaimed Debbie, putting him back down on his feet and shaking her finger down at him. He was now only 4’4, an entire 27 inches shorter than her. “Being such a small child, you will refer to me only as Ms. Alfaro!”

“B-but…but I’m not a child!” Brian protested.

“You coulda fooled me!” laughed Debbie. “You’re certainly no bigger than a child! Isn’t that right, little Brian?”

He hung his head, having no defense against this added humiliation. “Yes, Ms. Alfaro,” he said helplessly.

She bent way down, grasped his hand (totally engulfing it in her own) and walked toward the nearest kitchen chair, essentially yanking Brian in her wake. That’s how strong and big she was now, compared to him. She reached the chair and sighed as she sat down, spreading her legs wide as she did so, and guiding Brian’s little body in between them. She was sitting down, and he was now standing in between her outspread legs. In her heels, her huge knees rose up on either side of him, as tall as his elbows.

“What a little shrimp!” Debbie muttered, almost to herself, before reaching out and hoisting Brian’s body onto her lap as she crossed her thick, creamy thighs. He was now straddling her huge legs, with his own skinny little limbs barely able to go down on either side around her lap. He couldn’t believe the contrast he felt in her flesh — on one hand, it was so soft and supple, but on the other hand, it was undeniably firm and strong. Brian suddenly felt Debbie’s other hand palm the top of his head, and dominantly force his face into the dark, fleshy recesses of her huge rack. He tried to struggle, for his own pride’s sake, but she wasn’t going to let him resist at all; she reacted only by pressing him further into her huge, weighty boobs

“Mmm, I can tell you like it in there,” purred Debbie, her massive fingers sexily scratching down his back with her fingernails. “That’s a dangerous thing, you know…the mouse who enjoys being captured by the cat. Because you never know when the cat’s going to suddenly decide to…”

And here, Debbie pressed the button again, and Brian helplessly felt himself shrinking again.

“Play with her food,” finished Debbie. Brian felt himself falling away from Debbie’s breasts as he shrunk rapidly, reaching out towards her boobs in an effort to steady himself. But Debbie was softly laughing above, and clearly in a playful mood. She didn’t take her finger off the button until Brian had shrunk down to 5 inches tall. He was standing in her lap now, and he could actually feel his feet sinking down into her flesh. He couldn’t believe it, but he was actually staring UP at Debbie’s breasts, which were gently jiggling as she chuckled mirthfully.

“What’s that down there?” she purred, cocking her head to the side as she arched her eager head down towards him, green eyes wide and excited. “Is there…is there a little mouse on my lap!?”

Brian instinctively tried to run away, but fell over backwards — thankfully, Debbie caught him in her hand, only to stand him upright and shove him forward.

“Run, little mouse!” she cried, getting down on all fours, preparing for pursuit. “This little kitty’s gonna getcha!”

Brian took off running, but he knew that he had no chance. Even though Debbie gave him a head-start, she caught up with him only moments later, hissing and playfully clawing at him with her sharp black nails.

“Hsssssssss!! Hsssssss!! Hahaha, I caught it!” she laughed. “But I don’t wanna eat him just yet! Wherrrrrre do I put him?! Do I put him in heeeeeere?”

She reached out, grabbed his little body, and stuffed him in between her boobs. Brian felt his little body squeezed tightly by the twin fleshy behemoths — he was tiny, yes, but Debbie’s breasts were both so big that there was very, very little room in between them.

The sound of Susan and Paula coming back into the house suddenly cut through the air. Brian felt a glimmer of hope, but suddenly, Debbie pulled him out, dangling him in front of her face.

“Or,” she whispered quickly, “How about in here!”

At the word “here,” she quickly stuffed his little body down her stocking leg, all the way down to her mid-thigh…and left him there. Brian could breathe through the stocking just fine, but the pantyhose were so tight that he couldn’t move a muscle.

“Hey Debs!” Brian heard his mother say brightly. “Did Brian already leave?”

Chapter 2

“Huh?” came Debbie’s voice, dripping with insincerity, “Did Brian leave? Uh, well…not sure why you’d ask that, Susan. I sure didn’t see him walk out the door.”

Brian would’ve rolled his eyes if he hadn’t been so focused on anxiously maintaining his composure, trapped between the confines of Debbie’s stocking and her firm, fleshy thigh. He knew that Debbie was fully aware that his mom would quickly find out what was going on, but that didn’t stop her drawing things out a little longer. Debbie had always enjoyed teasing and playing around, whether it was with him or his mother.

“I’m asking,” said Susan, an edge suddenly developing in her voice, “Because I didn’t see him when we were coming back in…and I don’t see him now.”

“Hmmmmm,” purred Debbie, bringing her hand up to her face in mock-thoughtfulness, “How strange…where could he have gotten to? Haha, the little rascal…”

As she spoke, Debbie made it a point to pivot toward Susan and Paula, making it so that the front of her thighs were in their full line of vision. Brian was able to now see his mother and Paula standing in front of Debbie, but at first, they couldn’t see him. At 5 inches tall, plastered inside Debbie’s stocking and up against her thigh, he was not at all noticeable at first. This fact wasn’t lost on him, and he felt a strange sense of arousal at knowing that, even though his mom and Paula were standing right there, he was so tiny compared to Debbie’s big, tall body that they didn’t even see him.

Paula seemed to know what was going on already, and she put her hands on her hips, cocking her head as she gave Debbie a reproving little smile, as if to say, ‘You did what I thought you would do, didn’t you?’ Even as his face was smushed up against Debbie’s stocking, Brian could see Paula’s body jiggling slightly with her movements. It didn’t matter that she was 48 years old — her body looked incredible, stuffed tightly into that form-fitting black costume which showed off her shapely legs, and, most especially, the prodigious assets of her enormous boobs. Those were what Brian was noticing most right now: her breasts. Paula was standing a few feet away, but even still, Brian could detect how their heaviness was hanging and swinging on Paula’s frame with every slight movement she made. He felt another little twinge in his loins, and he could feel the arousal spreading out across his body. It wasn’t lost on him that, at this size, each of Paula’s breasts had to weigh about ten times as much as he did.

“Deb, come on, I’m serious,” persisted Susan, folding her arms across her chest. “Where’d he go? If he went out to Raymond’s party I wanna know.”

“Well let’s just say,” chuckled Debbie, now cocking her hips to the side in a sexy pose, “That your son has really decided to role-play his costume this year. You could even say he’s gone all-out on it, haha.”

“What are you talking about?” asked Susan, shaking her head and starting to sound irritated.

“Well he dressed up as Stuart…Little this year…didn’t he?” said Debbie suggestively, making her eyebrows go up and down. “And mice are tiny little things, aren’t they?”

Brian’s mother didn’t say anything for a few moments, but gradually, the reality of what Debbie was saying dawned on her, and her face fell.

“Deb…” she complained, “Pleeeeease don’t tell me you…” She started looking up and down her best friend’s body, in an obvious attempt to spot her shrunken son.

“I what?” laughed Debbie, spreading her hands innocently.

“She did, I think…” whispered Paula, whose eyes were also going up and down Debbie’s body, trying to find Brian. But unlike Susan’s anxious scanning, Paula’s search had a kind of humor to it, which was reflected in the amused little glint in her eye.

“Debbie, come on!” exclaimed Susan. “You know I don’t like it when you use that shrink ray on him! He had to deal with anxiety for days after you did it last time!”

“Oh lighten up Susan!” chuckled Debbie. “It was just a new experience for him! Of course it was going to put him a little out of his comfort zone! But the young man’s not going to…ahem…grow…into an adult, until he learns to welcome new experiences!”

“Come on, quit it Deb…where is he?” asked Susan anxiously.

“What, you can’t see him?” teased Debbie. “You’re looking right at him.”

“Oh! There he is,” chuckled Paula, her eyes finally zeroing in on Brian’s little body.

“Where? Where is he?” asked Susan quickly. Paula pointed, trying and failing to hide the amused smile on her face.

“Good lord Deb,” muttered Susan, and she strode over and bent down towards Brian, who was still plastered up against Debbie’s thigh in her stocking. “Honey are you ok!?”

“I’m…fine, mom,” answered Brian, doing his best to sound normal. He was still quite aroused, though, both by being so dwarfed by Debbie’s thigh, and by the expression on Paula’s face…it was so humorous and tender, almost like she was doing everything she could to hold herself back from snuggling him in her giant boobs.

“See?” laughed Debbie, fishing him out of her stocking and holding him up in midair, between her and Susan, “It’s all good! We’re just playing around — and anyway, why not do a little roleplaying? It’s Halloween, after all! And it looks like the cat has finally caught herself an itty bitty little mouse! Haaauuggghhhhhhhh!”

Debbie bared her long, manicured fingernails and made a slashing motion towards Brian, hissing seductively as she showed him her sharp teeth. Brian couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed — Debbie was just so huge, so enormous, compared to him now, and this fact was doubly emphasized by the fact that she was using two fingers to dangle him in front of her face. He didn’t dare look down, since the descent would have made him feel sick. Instead, he felt his eyes drift downward, towards Debbie’s gigantic pair of boobs that ballooned out of her cat costume, two colossal twin orbs beneath him.

Having ascertained that Brian was ok, Susan sighed and shrugged her shoulders. It wasn’t like she could do anything about it now. She wished that Debbie wouldn’t play around like this, but then again, she also acknowledged that, as a mother, she could be a bit overprotective of Brian. She resolved not to display too much of her displeasure.

“Ok, well,” she sighed, blowing her exhale out quickly, “Anyway…it IS Halloween night, so let’s, uhm…let’s just have fun.”

“That’s the spirit!” laughed Debbie, nodding energetically. “Whaddya say, little mouse? You wanna have fun tonight?”

“I…uh, s-sure,” stammered Brain. Somehow, he knew that his plans to hang out with Darrell at that party at Raymond’s house had been dashed.

“How about you Paula?” asked Debbie. “You looking for a good time tonight?”

“Always!” laughed Paula, who made a point to eye Brian’s little body as he continued to dangle in midair from Debbie’s fingers.

“Well that’s great to hear,” declared Debbie, “Because I’m inviting you all to my house tonight! I just recently bought some verrrrry sexy lingerie and stockings and…high heels…and what’s better than showing off to your friends, right?!”

“Totally!” agreed Paula.

“Well, you’ve always had great taste in fashion,” admitted Susan. “So…what, you’re inviting us to a striptease?”

“Very clever,” laughed Debbie, nodding her head. “And sure! Haha, a Halloween striptease at Debbie’s house…complete with my special witch’s brew punch! An old college recipe!”

“Oh wow, “college” recipe!” intoned Paula. “So it’s the strong stuff, huh?”

“Yeah, I don’t know if I’m looking to get…that inebriated tonight,” remarked Susan, again looking anxiously at Brian. “And besides, since you shrank him, Deb…I should probably keep Brian company, just to make sure nothing happens to him.”

“Oh that won’t be a problem,” said Debbie immediately, bringing Brian up even closer to her, so that all he could see was the panorama of her face, “This little mouse is coming with us!”

“He’s…uh, no Deb,” replied Susan, looking nervous again. “I think…I think Brian’s probably pretty tired from you manhandling him.”

“Nonsense!” burst out Debbie, smiling from ear to ear as she made eyes at Brain. “It’s Halloween, and he’s 18! He wants to hang out and party with the big girls tonight, not stay inside like a little shut-in! Doesn’t he?”

“I…uhhh…” said Brian, not knowing what to say. The truth was that Debbie was absolutely right. He DID want to keep hanging out with them. The way Paula was tenderly eying him, plus the promise of seeing Debbie in her new high heels…well, it was all way too exciting for him to pass up.

“Uhhh, I mean…that does kinda sound like fun,” he admitted.

“Thatta boy!” laughed Debbie, giving him a hearty little shake.

“Take it easy with him Deb!” insisted Susan.

“Aw come on, I’m not hurting him!” she replied, promptly slipping him in between the cleavage between her giant breasts. “What do you think, little mouse? Comfortable?”

“I…uh, yeah…yeah,” said Brian, who was a good deal more comfortable (and aroused) than he cared to admit. It didn’t matter that Debbie was, indeed, manhandling him. He couldn’t avoid thinking that he liked being dominated like this. He liked feeling this small and dwarfed, even though it still made him a little anxious and intimidated. But there was no denying that he enjoyed being between Debbie’s breasts, and as Paula stepped towards him, he hoped that, at some point during the night, he could be between hers as well.

“Well he looks pretty comfortable there, Debbie,” declared Paula, bending down toward him. Brian suddenly saw that Paula’s fat nipples were hard and engorged, pressing outward behind her top. He almost started salivating, and he was struck by an intense desire to breastfeed from her nipples. His stomach churned a little in hunger.

“Maybe a little too comfortable, huh?” joked Debbie, bringing her hands up to her breasts, playfully swishing and gyrating them together. Brian had been fixated on Paula’s large, tight nipples, but now his attention was diverted as he felt Debbie’s breasts squeeze the air out of his lungs.

“Deb, come on,” sighed Susan, shaking her head, “I don’t wanna sound like a broken record all night, but please, take it easy on him, ok? When you shrink him down that small he’s very vulnerable, and I’m not going to let anything bad happen to him just because you’re careless.”

“Heheh, Susannnnn!” laughed Debbie, waltzing over and putting a reassuring hand on the shorter, smaller woman’s shoulder, “Why don’t you just relax? Nothing bad’s gonna happen to your little mouse. As long he’s in between my biiiiiig, soft babies here, he’s safe and sound. Aren’t you, little guy? You alright in there? Why don’t you tell your mom she doesn’t need to worry about you.”

Brian looked up at his mom from between Debbie’s tits. He couldn’t help but look a little sheepish, considering his situation. But he knew he wasn’t in any real danger, and anyway, he did wish that his mom wouldn’t stress out so much about him. After all, Debbie was right — he was 18, and in a few months, he’d be off to college, and his mom would have to “let him go,” so to speak.

“I’m fine, mom,” he said reassuringly, making eye contact with her. “Just, uhh…don’t worry about me, ok? I’ll…I’ll be fine. And I’ll be back to normal, in what, like a few hours?”

He angled his head up at Debbie, and he was fairly certain that she had heard him. But she screwed her face up in mock-concentration and bent down towards her cleavage, putting her hand up to her ear as she tilted her head to the side.

“Huh?” she asked, “What was that? I can barely hear you down there, little mouse!”

“I was asking,” said Brian, a little louder, “If I’d be back to normal in a few hours?”

“Haha ohhhh…well I DID give you a healthy couple of zaps there,” chuckled Debbie, “So actually, I’d say that you’ll be tiny for a bit longer than that…I’d say until tomorrow morning or so.”

“Huh…o-ok,” replied Brian, nodding. Part of him felt a bit discouraged by this news, since he had hoped to regain his size so that he could go to that party. But another part of him was actually more excited now — he had all night to enjoy being dwarfed by Debbie and Paula…and, of course, anyone else who Debbie decided to invite over to her house for a little Halloween fun.

“See, Susan?” came Paula’s calm, measured voice, “Nothing to worry about. Deb’s got everything covered.”

“Haha, I suuuuure do!” laughed Debbie, taking Paula’s words literally as she placed her huge hand down on her cleavage, right over top Brian’s body, covering him completely. “Everything in its right place!”

“So…I think I should drive, Deb,” continued Paula with gentle humor. “Seeing as how you’ve downed about four sangrias already.”

“Oh all right, fine,” huffed Debbie, rolling her eyes. “Just more time I can spend playing with my food here, haha.”

She playfully rubbed the tip of her finger over Brian’s back, and once again he had to catch his breath — she was just so huge, so enormous compared to him, that even the slightest touch from her finger made his body tense up in anticipation of something happening. Paula seemed to notice his tension, and she stepped a little closer to him, peering down and smiling that same delicate smile. It was at this point that Brian noticed that the fabric right around the middle of her nipples was darkening slightly…he felt a warming wave of titillation spread throughout his body, and he knew what the darkening meant: Paula had a condition where, even though she was almost 50 years old, she still lactated a good amount, especially when her motherly hormones were aroused. And, judging by the expanding dark circles around her nipples, her hormones were riled up and ready for action.

“Thanks for being the responsible one, Paula,” said Susan, shooting Debbie a slightly disapproving look, “And yeah, heheh…I guess I’ve had a couple myself…probably best for me not to drive either.”

“So…party in the backseat of Paula’s car!” announced Debbie, bouncing up and down on her toes, sending Brian’s little body in the same caroming trajectory. “Let’s get going! I wanna text Zoe to tell her she can head on over!”

“Who’s Zoe?” asked Susan, who was again looking down at Brian, and had been about to ask him a question.

“Oh right — none of you guys have met her,” smiled Debbie suggestively. “Heheh, well, Zoe moved into my neighborhood just a couple weeks ago. She’s young…mid-20’s or so…and she’s in grad school to become a literature professor!”

“Fun! A humanities type!” trilled Paula, picking up Debbie’s keys from the countertop and twirling them around in her finger.

“Oh you don’t know the half of it,” Debbie continued, looking down and giving Brian a devilish smile from behind, “If you think I’m tall…well…haha, wait until you see HER.”

“H-how…tall is she?” Brian blurted out, not being able to help himself.

“Ahaha, I KNEW our little mouse would be excited to hear that!” laughed Debbie, turning his little body around in her cleavage so that he was looking up at her gigantic face. “And I’m not telling! You’re just gonna have to wait and seeeeee!”

“Ok, so anyway,” cut in Susan, turning Brian’s body back around to face her, “Anything you need before we go, Brian? Paula will let Darrell know you can’t come tonight, obviously, but…anything else you need?”

“W-well…I’m, uhh…” said Brian awkwardly, “I’m…a little hungry, actually.”

“Oh! Uhm, well…hmmmmm,” pondered Susan, putting her hand under her chin as she thought out loud, “So…well, you’re way too small to eat normal food. You won’t be able to process it at that size.”

“Tiny little mouse belly!” teased Debbie, rubbing her pinky finger around Brian’s stomach.

“So,” continued Susan, ignoring Debbie, “I’m not really sure…uhmm…well, not really sure how we’re gonna get you, uhhhh…fed tonight, Brian.”

Brian felt a little discouraged at the prospect of being hungry all night, but then, suddenly, like a calm breeze, Paula’s Texas-accented voice came floating through the air:

“I could feed him, Susan.”

“Huh? What?” asked Susan blankly, turning to Paula.

“Well, you know…with my condition and all,” said Paula softly. She cupped her breasts in her hands and gently bounced them up and down, so that her engorged nipples were prominently displayed. Brian could hardly believe what was happening — he hadn’t intended for Paula to step in like she had. He had just been innocently letting his mom know that he was hungry. But now that everything was coming together, he was starting to feel the heat rush into his face as the arousal washed over his body.

“I…I don’t know, Paula,” said Susan hesitantly, glancing down at Brian. “That’s…that might be a little much for me.”

“Oh nonsense, dear,” replied Paula, letting her tits fall. Brian watched them jiggling and swaying heavily in place, mesmerized. “It’ll just be for tonight, and anyway, that’s exactly what milk is for, right? Feeding little boys who can’t take regular food?”

“Yeah, but…Brian’s not a boy anymore!” protested Susan. “He’s 18!”

“Well, haha, I admit this is a bit of an unusual case,” acknowledged Paula genially, reaching between Debbie’s breasts and giving Brian a playful little pat on the head with her finger. “But what’s the alternative? Your son going hungry all night? No, no, that doesn’t sound very fun…does it, Brian?”

“N-no…not really,” he admitted, shaking his head, wishing that he had control over the amount he was blushing. Susan looked from him to Paula’s breasts, and then back at him again. After a few silent seconds, she rolled her eyes and sighed.

“Well I guess I’m coming out on the losing side twice tonight,” she conceded. “Ok, fine, Paula…you, uhhh…you just…do your thing, I guess.”

“With pleasure,” Paula purred, and she plucked Brian’s little body out from between Debbie’s tits and, cradling him in one hand, she used her other hand to bare her left breast. Brian felt his heart speeding up as the milk-speckled nipple approached his mouth.

“Alright, well as Paula breastfeeds the little mouse,” laughed Debbie, pouring two more sangrias, “How about one more for the road, Susan? It’ll settle your nerves, heheh, and maybe convince you to ease up on the helicopter parenting!”

But Brian wasn’t hearing any of this. All of his senses had become immediately attuned to Paula’s approaching nipple, and he shivered in pleasure as he felt his mouth expand, expand, and then expand some more as her fat nipple stretched the confines of his cheeks.

“Theeeeeere….easy does it,” cooed Paula down at him tenderly. And almost immediately, the warm, rich milk began to flow.

Chapter 3

“Uh-oh!” laughed Debbie, extending her big finger and teasing Brian’s slightly-swollen belly, “Did someone have a little too much milk, hmmmmm?”

“Hey, Deb, leave him alone!” countered Susan, swatting Debbie’s hand away from her son. The two women were sitting in the back seat of Debbie’s car, and Susan was balancing Brian carefully on her knee, making sure to hold him there with one hand. Wearing a seatbelt would have been pointless at his size, so his mother had insisted on keeping a tight grip on him the whole ride long on their journey to Debbie’s house. Outside, throngs of trick-or-treaters could be seen making the rounds, dressed up in an array of colorful costumes. It looked like a fun time outside, the one night of the year when everyone played their part in the fun little freak show.

But inside Debbie’s car, there was another kind of freak show going on.

“Haha, what did I tell you about the helicopter parenting?” chuckled Debbie, shaking her head. “He’s 18 Susan, not 8…although of course anyone could be forgiven for mistaking his age at THIS size!”

The big woman turned her head slightly, staring with big eyes down at Brian’s 5-inch body. A chill went down his spine, even as he felt himself become helplessly aroused by the flirtatious and teasing attention of his mother’s best friend.

“You know…” Debbie intoned, twirling a bit of her hair in her finger as she kept her eyes fixed on Brian, “Aside from the last time I shrank you, I wonder when you were THIS small last? Haha, I mean, it’s gotta be before you were born, right!? Haha, Paula! Get a load of that — little Brian here’s basically the size of a 5-month fetus!”

Paula was in the front seat, driving, but she turned slightly and gave them a side-faced little smile. Ever since Brian had finished up his “meal” a few minutes before, Paula had descended into a quiet kind of reverie. It was like she had been meditating on how tender and lovely an experience it had been.

“You’re glowing, Paula!” remarked Debbie, turning to Susan as she pointed to Paula. “Isn’t she glowing? Look at that expression on her face — haha, you sure do miss breastfeeding, don’t you?”

“Well I have to say that it definitely relieves some of the…pressure of my condition,” Paula answered quietly, her eyes on the road, one hand on the steering wheel, as she used her free hand to gently massage her big breast. “Mmmmm, and it DID feel nice, feeling Brian’s little lips sucking on my nipple. Heheh, I know he’s only been tiny for a little while, but it was like the whole thing was second-nature to him.”

“Oh come on Paula!” protested Susan. “You’re in on Debbie’s game too!?”

“Aw Susan,” chuckled Paula, shaking her head gently, “Maybe you should listen to Debbie and relax a little bit, huh? Brian’s gonna be a little mini-man for the rest of the night, so you may as well get used to it and just go along for the ride.”

“See, that’s the spirit!” exclaimed Debbie, pointing and nodding in Paula’s direction. “Couldn’t’ve said it better myself.”

She leaned back down toward Brian and stuck her tongue suggestively in between her exposed teeth. Susan rolled her eyes and looked out the window.

“And what a ride tonight is gonna be,” continued Debbie, once again extending her hand towards Brian and petting his tiny stomach with the pad of her index finger. “I think Zoe’s gonna like you, Brian. I think she’s gonna like you a LOT.”

Brian swallowed nervously, trying his best to face Debbie without looking too scared or intimidated. This was almost impossible for him, however, considering how massive she was compared to him. His mother was already big enough in comparison, but the 6’1 Debbie (6’7 in her heels for her cat costume!) was something else altogether. Brian couldn’t help but shudder as he wondered who Zoe was, and how big and tall she would look compared to him. He knew Debbie well enough to know that she wasn’t teasing out an anticlimax — Zoe was probably big…REALLY big…and he just had to prepare himself.

About ten minutes later, they arrived at Debbie’s house, and she hurried them all inside.

“What’s the big rush Deb?” asked Susan, who was still securely holding Brian at her boob-height as she walked up Debbie’s front steps.

“I wanna get us all nice and comfortable before Zoe gets here!” chirped Debbie, opening her front door and ferrying them past her into the house with an impatient arm. “Drinks for you and Paula…and a new wardrobe for me, haha! I told Zoe I’d have my new stocking on before she got here, and I’d hate to disappoint her!”

“Ok, whatever,” sighed Susan, going inside. “Just…no booze for Brian, alright? He’s only 18 and he’s never drank at a party before, and he’s not about to start now.”

“That’s…I mean, I don’t want any booze anyway, mom,” said Brian softly.

“Huh?” asked Susan, plopping herself down in one of the high seats in Debbie’s kitchen, “What was that, Brian?”

“I said,” he repeated, louder this time, as his mother set him down on the counter, “That I don’t even want any.”

“The little guy’s tummy is full of Paula’s milk,” chuckled Debbie, disappearing into the next room but raising her voice so that they could still hear her. “He doesn’t have any room left for drinks!”

“And besides,” added Paula, sitting down next to Susan and looking down amusedly at Brian, “He’d only need, like, a drop, wouldn’t he? To get him drunk? It seems a little dangerous for such a little guy to be messing around with alcohol, don’t you think?”

“Uhh…” stammered Brian, backing away from Paula’s bare forearm, which she had laid gently down on the counter next to him. It was so big that even though her arm was resting on the counter, it came all the way up to the top of his shins.

“Shhhh, don’t get yourself all worked up, ok?” breathed Paula down on him. Her Texas accent seemed to waft through the air as she leaned forward, squashing her huge breasts up against the counter as she did so. Brian wasn’t able to avoid looking straight at those twin megaliths of flesh in front of him, and his eyes positively popped as they smushed up against the counter, appearing to expand.

“Your mom’s here, I’m here, Deb’s here, and we’re all just gonna have a fun time,” continued Paula, raising her eyes up to Susan as she spoke. “Right Susan?”

“Right…yeah,” sighed Susan non-commitally.

“Oh my god, I can just picture that sour little expression on your face!” came Debbie’s voice from the other room. “Paula, make her another drink! Let her loosen up a bit!”

Paula chuckled softly as she reached over to the bottles lined up impressively on the bar counter. Brian looked up above his head, marveling at how huge Paula’s arm looked as it stretched effortlessly over his head.

“Whiskey sour? Tequila tonic? Or maybe a good old-fashioned screwdriver?” asked Paula, grinning over at Susan. Brian looked over at his mother, who, despite her slightly sullen mood around having him shrunk, did actually seem heartened by the prospect of continuing to drink with her friends. She looked down at Brian, gave him a little smile, and he understood — she wasn’t thrilled about him being shrunken, but she felt good that at least he was in her sight, and she could make sure nothing bad happened to him.

“Uh…screwdriver sounds nice, actually,” she murmured to Paula, who smiled and immediately began mixing the drink.

“THERE we go, Susan!” exclaimed Debbie, making her grand entrance back into the room. “Embrace the night! Haha, check out this new robe I got from Nordstrom last week!”

Brian was amazed — Debbie had changed into a luxury purple robe that hung loosely in some places, but that showed off her busty figure in others. Most prominently, Debbie’s big breasts protruded prominently from the outfit, which exposed her lacy black bra in a noticeable and decidedly stylish way. Brian felt himself getting excited against his will.

“Well girls?” asked Debbie, turning around in a circle, “Whaddya think?”

“Oooh, it’s very regal, Debbie!” Paula remarked, handing Susan her drink and mixing one for herself. “Very queen-like!”

“Yeah, it looks nice, Deb,” muttered Susan, starting to sip her drink.

“Ha, not too enthusiastic about the purple robe, are you?” Debbie asked Susan, sauntering up to her. “Maybe a little too showy for you?”

“Heh…maybe,” chuckled Susan, arching her eyebrow.

“But what if I’m more interested in what our little man thinks?” replied Debbie, and she immediately turned to stare down at Brian. “Hmmmm, Brian? What do YOU think?”

“I-It’s…it’s n-nice, Debbie!” stammered Brian, overwhelmed by the large bust hanging over his head.

“Oh go on,” said Debbie, doing another circle, “And be more specific! How does it make my breasts look?”

I…uh..I-I’m not really, uh, s-sure —” Brian began, but suddenly he was cut off, because Debbie had swooped her hand down and swept him up, her fingers easily going around his little body, and a moment later she had deposited him right in between her breasts, so that he sunk waist-deep into her soft, warm cleavage.

“Not sure?” she purred down at him, “Well, how about now, since you have an extra close-up view, haha?”

“Th-they…they look really nice!” stuttered Brian, getting red in the face.

“Haha well thank you little guy!” laughed Debbie, whipping out her phone and snapping a selfie with Brian stuck between her breasts. “Nothing like a good close-up, right? Ok, next outfit!”

Debbie put Brian back down on the bar, and Susan looked down at him carefully to make sure that he was ok. Paula was drinking her screwdriver and looking like she was quite enjoying herself.

“I think Brian’s reeeeeally gonna like this next one!” chirped Debbie from the other room. “Because I know he likes tall girls, don’t you, Brian?”

“I…I m-mean,” he began, but his attempt at a response only elicited laughter from the other room.

“Hahaha, don’t kid yourself little guy!” Debbie teased, her voice accompanied by the sound of her rummaging around. “I SEE how you get all blushy when you’re up close and personal with a REAL giantess, haha. You can’t hide it, you know!”

Brian knew that there wasn’t much use in trying to argue, so he simply sat there on the counter, in between his mother and Paula, trying his hardest not to stare at Paula’s gigantic tits softly heaving to and fro as she breathed into the countertop. A few moments later, though, Brian didn’t need to expend any energy on trying not to look at Paula, because his eyes were inexorably drawn to Debbie as she emerged from around the corner in her new outfit.

“Oh…DEB!” intoned Paula impressively, blushing a little herself. Susan’s eyes had gone wide as well…but no one’s eyes were wider than Brian’s, who just sat there, mouth agape, positively gawking at Debbie’s appearance. She had ditched the long, flowing elegance of the purple robe for something much, much different. Debbie was now wearing a short red dress, which hugged her curvy figure tightly, impressively showing off the contours of her body. Her legs were long and full, and particularly luxurious, considering that they were graced by stylish, black satin stockings that were woven into intricate and ornate patterns. The stockings alone would have gotten Brian’s heart racing, but it was what Debbie was wearing on her feet that TRULY sent him over the edge. Already 6’1, Debbie did not seem at all content with her height, because now Brian saw that, even more dramatically than the ordinary heels she had been wearing, Debbie was standing there in a pair of TEN-INCH platform heels…the straps of which were woven up and interlaced around her ankles in a sexy kind of “gladiator” style. Brian just sat there, staring. He couldn’t believe his eyes — he had never seen a 6’11 woman before, barefoot or in heels, and the effect was totally mesmerizing and overwhelming.

“Oooooh, you like, Paula?” purred Debbie, doing another spin in her heels. She moved surprisingly well in the platforms, almost like they were a natural extension of her feet.

“Like!?” choked Paula, coughing a little as she struggled to swallow the latest sip of her drink. “Deb, you look STUNNING!”

“Mmmm, “stunning” sounds nice,” chuckled Debbie. “I like the sound of that. And you, Susan? What do you think?”
“I…uh, wow,” Susan managed to say, in genuine disbelief. “I know you’d been talking for awhile about getting those, but…wow, yeah, you finally got them. Good for you.”

“Haha, typical muted response from my best friend,” chuckled Debbie, striding up to them until she was standing right in front of Brian.

“And how about you, tiny man?” she cooed. “How do YOU like this outfit?”

“I-it’s…it’s my favorite so far,” Brian managed to say, figuring that the praise might somehow stave off some of her more intense attention.

“Mmmmm, yesssss,” Debbie cooed in a sexy kind of whisper. “I think it’s time to do a little side-by-side comparison. Paula? Will you hold my phone, please? And make sure it’s steady when you snap the pictures — take a bunch just to be sure.”

“With pleasure,” Paula replied, accepting the phone with a grin.

“Huh?” asked Brian, confused, “What are we — waauugh!”

Once again, Debbie had swiped him up from his sitting position.

“Hey Deb take it easy with him!” complained Susan, drinking more of her screwdriver, and actually taking something of a gulp this time. “He’s fragile when he’s that small!”

“Ha, listen to her Paula,” teased Debbie, using Brian’s body to point at Susan, “Telling me all the safety protocols when I’m the one with the shrink ray! Don’t you worry your pretty little head, Susan — I’m not gonna hurt him…I’m just gonna play with him!”

And play with him she did. For the next several minutes (which seemed much longer to Brian), Debbie posed with his little body in a variety of fun and musing ways, with Paula chuckling and snapping pictures all the while. First, Debbie had Brian stand directly next to her as she stood tall and proud in her heels. Brian only came up to about halfway up Debbie’s monstrous platforms, and that fact alone was enough to make him blush anew and feel uncontrollably aroused. Debbie, looking way down at him from her incredible height, mocked him mercilessly.

“Oh my god, can you even imagine how tiny you look from way up here!?” she laughed. “And look! My heels ALONE are twice the height of your little body! Can you believe that!? Hahaha, like, you’d need TWO of you…just to reach the soles of my feet! That’s just ridiculous! Are you getting all this, Paula!?”

“Oh yeah, I’m getting it all right!” exclaimed Paula happily, snapping away.

“Make sure you get close-ups of him next to the platforms!” said Debbie excitedly. “And then some more of him next to my sexy black leggings! Ooooooh yeahhhhh…”

Debbie kept posing with Brian for several more minutes, and she had just put him in between her breasts again when the doorbell rang. Everyone seemed to stop dead.

“Ohhhhh…I know who THAT is!” declared Debbie. “Brian, will you answer the door?”

“I…uhhh…what?” was all he could say.

“Heheh, I’m kidding, silly,” Debbie chuckled, striding over to the door. “You couldn’t even begin to turn the handle if your tiny life depended on it.”

Debbie unlocked the door, turned the handle, and opened the door, all with Brian still stuck in between her big breasts. The door opened, and there stood Zoe, Debbie’s new neighbor. To Brian, it looked like Debbie had opened her door to a sea of black, and it took him a few seconds to realize that this color and shape in front of them was actually a person. His eyes seemed to re-focus, and he realized that he was staring straight into another pair of breasts…only these were even slightly higher than Debbie’s and he had to avert his eyes up a bit to see them. Long, flowing black robe, doing little conceal the curvy, voluptuous figure…criss-crossed, fishnet stockings, tall, stylish, 6-inch stiletto heels, making her a full 7’1…this woman had it all…and when Brian looked up into her face, he felt himself suck in his breath. Zoe was beautiful — she had long, dark auburn hair, almond-shaped green eyes, and sexy, arched eyebrows…and the pointy hat atop her head conveyed that she was dressed as a witch.

“Hello Debra!” Zoe intoned, her rich voice deep and sexy. “Thanks for inviting me tonight!”

“Haha! Of course Zoe!” laughed Debra. “And I KNEW you’d be wearing those heels tonight, haha! What, being 6’7 isn’t enough for you?”

“Well when you’re dressing up as a witch,” breathed Zoe, her eyes traveling down to Brian and lighting up, “You’ve gotta go all-out.”

“Ha! Well I wanted to be the tallest tonight, but I guess you got me there!” laughed Debbie. “Come on in!”

“Mmmmm, I can see that you’ve gotten the party started early,” purred Zoe, crossing the threshold, bending down, and looking straight into Brian’s eyes. “And who’s this little guy here?”