A male servant answered the door, and, giving Timothy a quick and puzzled glance, escorted them inside. Clare’s house was over-the-top and opulent to say the least. The floors were made of fine marble, the ceilings were high, there was a huge crystal chandelier in the foyer, and statues and fine art seemed sprinkled around almost everywhere Timothy looked. The servant led them into the main living area, where a crowd of elegant well-dressed people were conversing. Servants walked in and amongst the crowd, bearing plates of champagne and fancy hors d’oeuvres. Timothy noticed that all of the servants were male. 

He also couldn’t help but notice that everyone in the crowd was eying this strange new couple with the same kind of puzzlement that had flickered on the face of the servant who had answered the door. People didn’t quite stop talking, but a number of conversations were interrupted as people turned to stare. Beatrice walked with her shoulders back and her head held up high, drinking in the attention proudly. She was wearing a pair of six-inch heels to go along with her stately black dress, so that she rose tall above most other people at the party. Timothy also could not fail to notice, as he looked around, that all the women looked taller, bigger, more voluptuous, more vigorous, more…beautiful than he could have ever imagined. He still thought that Beatrice was the hottest and most gorgeous person there, but looking around, it wasn’t by much. All the women were just stunning. 

And these women turned to look at this new couple, marveling at the difference in size. What was this? It looked like a mother and her young child at first glance, but then, as people scrutinized them, they could tell that something wasn’t quite right with this picture. The boy, if that’s what he was, had the face of someone who was older, and did not carry with him the freshness or the rounded features of youth. No, instead he looked…emaciated and weak, like he was actually an adult who had…somehow shrunken down and lost a lot of weight. Of course, this was in fact the reality. But these people could not be blamed for their puzzlement and curiosity. This little man or child or whatever he was only came up just past the knee of his gigantic female partner. And she looked deathly beautiful, almost ferocious in her gorgeous features, especially next to her companion, who had to hold his little arm all the way up to grasp the tips of his giant date’s fingers. It was quite the sight: startling, ridiculous, and yet…something else. Timothy looked meekly up at the eyes of several sumptuous and lavish women as they walked by, and he could see something in their eyes…a flash or sparkle of something. Were they…were they turned on by this whole spectacle? He knew at least that Beatrice was. 

“Well come on,” she said down to Timothy, “let’s go find Clare. You’re gonna have to point her out to me, you know, since I’ve only spoken to her on the phone.”

“Ok,” said Timothy.

“Pretty cool party, huh?” she said, looking straight down at him and giving him a wry smile. 

“Y-yeah, everyone’s so…so fancy.”

“Yep, a lot of successful people here,” said Beatrice brightly, looking around. “Must be strange company for you, huh, Timmy? You know if not for me you wouldn’t even be at this party.” 

“Oh…oh r-really?” 

“Really. If I hadn’t had that conversation with Clare….” and here she stopped, seeming to check herself as she smiled mischievously. “But enough of that — come on pipsqueak, let’s go meet your boss and co-workers.” 

A minute or so later they found them. Timothy had made a kind of move to try and lead Beatrice through the crowd, but she had just shook her head, chuckling as she took the lead. They had wandered around the main area for a minute or so before a group of tall, curvaceous young ladies had parted and Timothy saw them all. There was Clare with her husband, who was the CEO of Fizzy Pop. Timothy had seen him once before, but now he just….looked a lot smaller. He still stood at a respectable 6’1, but with Clare standing next to him, he looked tiny. 

Timothy could not avoid gasping out loud when he saw Clare: she had grown a great deal since he had last seen her, and she looked positively ravishing. She had on a tight bright red dress that clung tightly to her curves and only came up to her mid-thighs, which looked like they had swelled in size and appeared even fuller and more womanly than before. As usual, she was wearing a pair of tall heels, except these were more like Beatrice’s and made her a full 6 inches taller. Aside from her obvious gain in curves, what Timothy couldn’t believe was her height. The top of her 6’1 husband’s head only came up to Clare’s chin. 

But he didn’t have a lot of time to process all of this information about Clare, because he was looking to his right at Ashley, who rose up even taller than Clare in a dress of long, elegant, and silky white. Ashley was still wonderfully curvy and full in the hips, but her curves did not quite match Clare’s. Ashley made up for that in height, however — she was wearing heels too, and she actually looked to be just about as tall as Beatrice. Timothy’s little heart started pounding in his chest. 

There were Patricia and Katie. Patricia actually looked…super hot. There was no sign of the former acne on her face, and her cheekbones seemed to have lengthened a bit, opening up her face and bringing out her beautiful dark brown eyes. Her boobs were absolutely enormous, bigger than anyone else’s there…bigger, even, than Beatrice’s. A long dress of dignified green silk graced her pleasing contours. She was not wearing heels, but her head still rose high up, and Timothy could see that she was just as tall, if not a little bit taller, than Clare’s husband. 

But Katie…well, Timothy couldn’t help himself. He hardened helplessly in his pants at the sight of her. Even compared with the obvious beauty and hotness of the other three, Katie was in a league of her own. She was wearing a purple dress, a deep purple dress, that looked like it was about to explode off her, such was its tightness. Timothy was dumbfounded: Clare’s body was impressive, but Katie’s actually came close to matching Beatrice’s…maybe it actually did….her thighs were shapely and thick and grew up like twin swerving trees into the most massive ass that Timothy had ever seen. It was almost cartoonishly huge…and yet, it didn’t look odd or out of place. It was just mesmerizing to look at — Timothy could not escape the thought that Katie’s ass alone was probably bigger than his entire body. He felt goosebumps rise up on his skin as he found it more and more difficult to breathe. Katie was wearing heels — big, golden, gladiator-style platform heels that were tied around her lower legs in a series of complicated twists and ties. Her heels looked even taller than Clare’s, and they were — a full 7 inches. Timothy didn’t know why, but Katie seemed to have grown more than anyone else. She looked to be the same height at Clare now, and with her heels she rose up above her by an entire inch.

“Oh. My. God,” came Clare’s loud and deadpan voice, and the other three woman directed their eyes over to where Clare was looking, which was directly at Timothy. Ashley’s mouth dropped open. So did Patricia’s. Katie put a manicured hand over her mouth and let out a squeal of excitement. A bit of a hush swept across the room as the rest of the guests turned to look as the four women approached. People started pointing and whispering to each other as Clare extended her hand to Beatrice, the two joining in a solid respectful handshake. 

“Well it’s nice to finally meet you Beatrice,” said Clare brightly, her eyes betraying her admiration for Beatrice’s whole appearance. 

“The pleasure is all mine, it’s Clare, I assume?” said Beatrice, her eyes also going up and down Clare’s figure in appreciation. “You have quite the set-up here, Clare, I must say.” 

Clare smiled appreciatively as she gave a lofty toss of her hair. “Well,” she said, not even trying to hide her haughtiness, “when you do the right things to the right people — ” and she indicated to her husband, who smiled nervously, “—things just kind of have a way of…falling into place.”

Beatrice gave a hearty laugh. “Isn’t that the truth!” she said. She glanced down at Timothy, still holding his hand with her fingers, and gave her hand a little shake, so that his entire arm shook and quivered with her superior momentum. “Well Timmy,” she said down to him, “aren’t you going to compliment your boss on her lovely house and impressive promotion?”

“Oh…ah…y-yes,” stammered Timothy, overwhelmed by the size of the women as Ashley, Patricia, and Katie approached as well, “uh…n-nice house Clare, and…uhhh…it’s, it’s cool that you got…a, a promotion.” 

Clare put her hands on her knees as she bent down, looming over Timothy. “Well I’ll accept the compliment, Timmy, even if it does come from a tiny little man-child.” The rest of the girls snickered amongst themselves and Timothy blushed a deep shade of red. Clare stood back up to her full height. 

“Well girls,” she said, addressing the rest of the crew, “how about it? Have you all missed Timmy’s contributions this past week?” 

More snickering ensued and Ashley looked down at Timmy with something like pity in her eyes. Timothy noticed how much deeper and beautiful her eyes were as she regarded him. 

“Well…” said Ashley, “not really, to tell you the truth.” 

“Oh really?” came Beatrice’s mocking voice in fake bemusement, “and why is that?” 

“Well, we just…hired someone else,” said Ashley simply, looking down at Timothy and giving him a wink. 

“Yeah, and this new employee’s a little more…on top of it than Timmy ever was,” said Patricia with a laugh. “To begin with she’s at least normal-sized and doesn’t need a stepladder for every little task.”

“She?” blurted out Timothy, not being able to help himself. 

“Yes, she,” said Clare, her voice taking on a tinge of harshness. “What’s the matter Timmy, you don’t think a girl can do as good a job as you?” 

“N-no!” said Timmy, backpedaling into Beatrice’s big legs. “It’s just…I just…batch m-mixers are usually…uh…”

“Men?” shot in Katie, bending down so that her huge beautiful head seemed to be bent directly over Timothy’s cowering form. He felt her shadow against the bright lights of the chandeliers. “Yeah, that’s true, but, well…we decided that the…man…if we can really even call you that anymore…that we had for the job just wasn’t really up to speed with the rest of the women at the company. So we thought, why not just hire another woman?”

“And it’s paying off tenfold,” said Ashley quietly, still looking down at him. “She’s done an excellent job so far.” 

“Frankly speaking, Ashley’s right,” said Clare. “She’s ten times the worker you were. God knows how your work would compare to her now that you’re this tiny runt of a thing.” 

Timothy felt literally backed into a corner, and he was; his co-workers had surrounded him and had boxed him into Beatrice, who didn’t seem to be having any sympathy for his plight. His back was to her legs, and he could feel the unmistakable vibrations of her rumbling laughter through her skin. He was utterly trapped. 

“And he has the audacity to talk about certain jobs being for men only,” came Beatrice’s voice from high above. 

Patricia arched her eyebrows down at him as she shook her head. Katie couldn’t keep herself from laughing…Timothy couldn’t believe it — the sound of her laughter was like heavenly music to his ears, even though it was at his expense. 

“Well, we’ve come to learn better,” said Ashley calmly. 

“Indeed we have,” put in Clare as she placed her hands over her wide curvy hips. “I think our little Timmy here’s just coming to realize something.”

“Wh-what’s that?” asked Timothy. 

“That the smartest thing you ever did in your life was stick to the coattails of the women in your life…us and Beatrice here…so you could at least have something in life.”

“So he could have the crumbs!” said Katie, her eyes dancing in pleasure as she laughed again in her intoxicatingly musical way. The rest of the women joined in the laughter appreciatively, and Timothy could not help but shrink further into the legs of Beatrice, until he realized that he was actually shrinking a little bit again. He felt incredibly low, both physically and emotionally, lower than he had ever felt before. 

After a few more moments of hearty laughter, Clare clapped her hands. “Ok, enough chatter!” she said brightly. “Time for party games!” 

The rest of the room hummed in appreciation, and they all went into another room where Timothy saw a ring of chairs. He wondered what this could be about, and felt a kind of fear and dread in the pit of his stomach. 

“Let’s get old school up in here!” said Clare excitedly. “Time for musical chairs!” The party crowd laughed, seeming to appreciate the humor of the game, and everyone got into position around a chair. 

“Ooo come on little guy, let’s go!” said Beatrice excitedly. 

“Uhhhh, I think I’ll just…uh, watch you guys play,” he said timidly. 

“Oh no you don’t,” said Clare, hearing his reluctance. “I got a few chairs especially for you so that you’d at least stand a chance in this game — look!” And she motioned for him to look closer at the circle, and Timothy suddenly understood. About half the chairs were normal-sized, about a quarter of them were child-sized, and about another quarter of them were little stools that only rose about a foot or so off the floor. 

“See?” said Clare, laughing. “You should be honored, Timmy — I designed this game with you specifically in mind!” The other girls laughed, and Timothy looked around the room to see the other party women smiling down at him, trying their best not to giggle too derisively. Timothy couldn’t help but notice that the men at the party were a little…in the background. They weren’t really laughing much, and didn’t seem to understand or appreciate the jokes made at Timothy’s expense. Compared to their dates and partners, they just…looked bland, uninspired, dull, and uninteresting…all more or less were dressed in the same boring black suit. In contrast, every women at the party looked especially alive, vivacious, colorful, and powerful. The contrast was stark and overwhelming. 

“Ok, get into position!” called Clare, going over to the old-time CD player. “I’ll be in charge of the music.” Beatrice got behind a normal-sized chair; Timothy wanted to stay with her, but she shooed him away, over to one of the smallest stools in the circle. He found that he was next to Katie, who was standing behind a normal-sized chair, gripping its back with her big hands, standing tall and proud behind it as she glanced down at him and chuckled. 

“Ready, little Timmy?” she said with animation. “You better not lose on the first go-around or we’ll tease you without stopping for the rest of the night.” 

“Go!” said Clare as she put on a quaint old-time swinging jazz tune. Everyone started walking around in a circle. Timothy tried his best to keep up, and noticed that he had to take several steps for every single step that Katie took. He was only focused on keeping up, but she was having no trouble whatsoever and was clearly enjoying herself, shaking her huge ass up and down to the lively tune as she practically danced around in the circle. Timothy looked around and saw that many of the other women were also getting into it, throwing their huge curves around in time to the catchy music. 

“Stop!” said Clare suddenly, as she cut off the music. Everyone rushed to sit down in the nearest chair, and Timothy was relieved to find himself directly in front of one of the foot-high stools, upon which he immediately plopped himself down. He sighed in relief — he had done it! He hadn’t lost in the first round! For the first time that night, he smiled. He looked around. Everyone else had found a chair…everyone, that is, except Clare’s husband, who was looking around desperately for somewhere to sit, but finding nowhere. 

“Oohhh Charles,” called out Clare, clearly appreciating that her husband had lost early. “Guess being the big-shot CEO doesn’t cut it when you’re playing these good old fashioned party games! You’re out!” A number of the other women joined Clare in laughter, and Charles slunk off to the side next to his much taller and bigger wife, not looking very powerful or CEO-like at all. 

“All right, Charles, why don’t you remove one of the chairs for round two,” said Clare authoritatively. “Make it…uh…make it one of those little stools, why don’t you?” She glanced over at Timothy and smiled mischievously, knowing full well that by taking the smaller chairs away she was making the game harder for him. 

A minute later they were all going around again to the same fast-paced jazz music. Timothy found himself behind Patricia this time, and he was not able to prevent himself from staring at her shapely ass as she danced around in front of him. He could also see her enormous boobs swinging from side to side, even though he was directly behind her — that’s how big they were. 

“Stop!” said Clare again, and once more Timothy found himself in front of one of the foot-high stools. Being extra low to the ground, he was able to quickly sit down in it before Patricia had a chance. She had spotted the stool and had bent down her thick curvy legs to sit down, but she was coming from much higher up, and Timothy beat her to it. 

“Oooh, sorry Trish!” laughed Clare. “Looks like the midget beat you to it — I guess being tiny can come in handy from time to time!” 

“No fair Clare!” protested Patricia, laughing despite herself as she indicated down to the tiny stool he was sitting on. “He had a clear advantage that time! He didn’t even have to move to sit down!” 

“Well, that’s bad luck for you,” said Clare, laughing as well. “But just wait until little Timmy’s luck runs out and he has to try and sit in one of the grown-up chairs!” A host of good-natured female laughter followed as Patricia shook her head and left the circle. 

“Take another one of those stools with you, why don’t you, Trish?” said Clare. “Clearly this game is too easy for Timmy — he’s lasted two whole rounds. I have to somehow try and level the playing field, right?” 

“Serves the runt right,” said Patricia, swiping away another one of the stools with gusto. 

They were at it again a few moments later. Timothy swallowed nervously as he shuffled his little legs to keep up, appreciating that he was in front of Beatrice this time. She had given him a dark look, as if to say, ‘Don’t even think about making me lose.’ Her huge ass swung impossibly to the jazz music, and Timothy had to shake his head to clear it. He was determined to not lose this round, just to prove the girls wrong. 

“Stop!” called Clare, and Timothy saw that he was directly in front of one of the grown-up chairs. He tried and pull himself up on the seat, but he was struggling, as the actual seat part was even with his chest. He could hear the rustle of huge womanly asses plopping down in chairs around him, and a fearful desperation seized him. He stood back a couple steps and gave a running start, actually having to leap into the chair as his little body made contact with the plush cushion. He sank into the cushion a bit, but was horrified when, a moment later, he was completely crushed into it as he felt a titanic weight against his entire body. He could tell from the perfumed smell who it was — Beatrice had literally sat on his body as he lay there in the chair, crushing the air out of his lungs and throwing his entire world into darkness. 

“Oh no, I don’t think so!” Timothy could barely hear Clare’s muffled voice, so completely was he engulfed by Beatrice’s huge ass. “Little Timmy beat you to it, Beatrice — you’re out!” 

“Oh but come on!” he could hear her protest. She didn’t budge from her seat, and he started to struggle desperately against her butt to breathe. He may as well have been trying to push a boulder off his body. She wasn’t budging an inch. “He’s not even sitting down! This is musical chairs, not musical beds!” 

“She’s got a point, you know, Clare,” Timothy could barely hear Katie chime in brightly. He fought more and more desperately, but Beatrice wasn’t moving. 

“Well, it’s not Timmy’s fault if a normal chair is the size of a bed to him,” said Clare, chuckling. “And anyway, I didn’t think he had it in him, to actually get into one of those chairs. So I’m rewarding his effort and hard work by maintaining that, once again, you’re out Beatrice!” 

“Oh he is going to pay for this,” she hissed, and she kept her ass on his body for a few more moments, as if to emphasize once again how minuscule he was compared to her. She finally stood up abruptly, and Timothy gasped for air, positively gulping it down, not caring how he looked to the rest of the guests. He didn’t have time to catch his breath for long, though, because Beatrice had taken a fistfull of his shirt and had pulled him up to her face, smiling at him darkly. 

“Better be glad I’m having a good time, little pipsqueak,” she growled down at him threateningly. “Or else I’d punish you right here in front of everyone else. Just know it’s coming, little guy…it’s coming.” She released him and stomped out of the circle, snatching away one of the foot-high stools in the process.

“Oh, you read my mind, Beatrice,” said Clare merrily, “I was just going to say that I think we need to stop giving little Timmy here so many advantages. I mean, he might actually win this game otherwise.” 

“Oh, the little shit,” said Beatrice quietly, the danger oozing from her voice as she stood next to Clare, “he thinks that he can go against me, does he? Well we’ll see about that when we get home.”

“Oh Beatrice, it’s only a game!” said Patricia good-naturedly, who felt the dark energy of Beatrice’s anger and, despite not particularly caring for Timothy, felt a little afraid for him.

“Ok everyone, go!” called Clare, turning on the music again, enjoying watching Timothy as he tried to keep up with a buxom blond in front of him, with Katie dancing and shaking her curves flirtatiously behind him. Clare couldn’t help but smile. 

“Oh but don’t you see, Trish,” said Clare, turning to Patricia, “it isn’t just a game for her. Beatrice doesn’t have an “off” switch, don’t you see? She’s in a dynamic with Timmy…like, a 24-hour type thing.” 

“A…dynamic?” asked Patricia, momentarily puzzled. 

“Yeah, a dynamic — isn’t that right, Beatrice? You’re dominant and he’s submissive, like…all the time, right? There’s never a time when you too are…just…equal, right? Approaching each other as equals?” 

Beatrice smiled a not-too-pleasant smile and looked out at the game, watching as Timothy was almost run over by a joyously dancing Katie. “Well…I mean, I’m not opposed to the idea of equality in a relationship, but…well…look at him. How could I possibly feel like that was equal with me?” 

“You see her point, Trish?” asked Clare, laughing. 

“So…you’re dominant over him all the time?”

“All the time,” repeated Beatrice, nodding her head. “I mean, how could I not be? The little shit hangs on my every waking breath. I can make him hard just by looking at him…I can make him cum just by breathing a certain way.”

“Wow…really?” asked Patricia. The blatantly sexual nature of Beatrice’s words did not seem to faze either of the two women, although Beatrice noticed that Charles, Clare’s CEO husband, had given her an odd look when she mentioned “cumming.” She shot him back a flashing look that was so aggressively intimidating, so full of confidence, that he actually slunk away from the group. In contrast to Clare’s husband, Patricia was staring at Beatrice with a look of admiration on her face. 

“Yeah, so it just follows along logically that I make all the rules,” continued Beatrice as she watched with satisfaction as Timothy kept looking over his shoulder fearfully at Katie, who was sticking out her tongue at him and making fake roaring noises as she danced along behind him. “And like the little sub that he is, Timmy follows them…except, well, tonight something crazy got into him and he thought he could get away with making me lose. He’ll be thinking differently later on.” She stared intently at Timothy for another moment before she burst out laughing. “But thankfully I’m having a great time with you all — it’s been lovely to meet you!” 

“Well we’re all pleased to meet you as well, Beatrice,” said Clare happily. “The more women can meet each other and become friends, independent of their husbands, the better.” 

“Here, here!” agreed Patricia. 

“Stop!” called Clare suddenly, halting the music. Everyone still playing rushed around to find a seat. Once again, Timothy as lucky and found himself right in front of one of the child-sized chairs when the music stopped. With a pleased sigh of relief he quickly sat himself down, enjoying how his body actually seemed to fit into this chair. He looked around and saw that the only other man who was playing was the only one without a seat, and was forced to leave, obeying Clare and taking the last stool with him. Timothy took a deep breath. It was going to be harder than ever to win now, but at least he had a few smaller seats still in the circle that worked to his advantage. He didn’t know why he was so intent on winning a meaningless game of musical chairs, but if he had thought harder he would have realized that he was trying to salvage some kind of desperate pride. Beatrice and the girls had been beating him down all night, and he wanted to show that he was still worth something. 

“Found the perfect chair, huh Timmy? I didn’t get so lucky this time.” Katie’s musical voice teased at him, and he looked to his right. She was sitting in one of the child-sized chairs, identical to the one he was sitting in, except that the effect was absolutely comical. She was so huge that Timothy couldn’t even see the chair she was sitting in. Her massive ass and the hulking curves of her hips completely obfuscated it. Her knees were bent up in a crouch, giving everyone a free look almost all the way up her gloriously think thighs. It almost looked like she was just sitting on the ground. Timothy couldn’t believe it — she was sitting in the same exact chair that his was. 

“Wow, Katie — guess you had to improvise this round, huh?” laughed Clare. 

“Yeah for a minute there I had to pretend like I was Timmy,” said Katie, laughing herself. 

“Well, now you know what it’s like,” chuckled Ashley, who was sitting in one of the adult-sized chairs. “Except I think your ass takes up a little more room than his does.” 

“You think?” asked Katie sardonically. She turned to Timothy. “You know what I think? I think my ass is bigger than your entire body put together. What do you think, Timmy?” 

“I…I…don’t know,” he said in a trembling voice, knowing full well that Katie was right. 

“Oh it’s not even close,” said Beatrice. “Kate, I must say, your ass is one of the most impressive things I’ve ever seen.” 

“Oh wow!” beamed Katie, still from her siting position, “that means a lot coming from you, Beatrice! I mean…look at you!” 

“Oh please — look at all of us!” said Beatrice, spreading her arms wide and speaking loudly enough to address the whole room. “All the women here are so fucking hot! I’ve never seen such a glamorous gathering of women…with such listless, boring…short men.” The room erupted into an appreciative roar of female laughter. Objectively, looking around the room, it was plain to see that Beatrice was right. All the women were taller than all the men. And most of them were a good deal taller…by an entire foot in some cases. In particular, Clare, Ashley, Patricia, and Katie, together with Beatrice, stood the tallest. And they were all so beautiful, so curvy, so ravishing, so full of life. Every woman seemed to carry an impressive amount of luscious, female weight, and every one of them seemed to carry it effortlessly. As he sat there in his little kid’s chair, Timothy’s mind was blown. He was literally overwhelmed by the sheer force of all this female size and power around him. And despite the fact that he felt he had lost control of his shrinking, that he was regretting wishing for a dominant girlfriend, that he was lamenting his overall lack of power to make his own life choices, he could not suppress an audible sigh of pleasure as he closed his eyes for a moment, soaking in the true delight of being in the presence of so many huge, tall, dominant, confident, and powerful women. 

*CRACK*

His eyes shot open in alarm as he heard something breaking, and looked over to his right to see that Katie actually was sitting on the floor now, with her mouth hanging open in mock surprise. The broken shards of the chair she had been sitting on now littered the floor. 

“Ooops!” she said, putting a big manicured hand over her mouth. Her curves were shaking in laughter, and pretty soon everyone else was joining in, laughing at what had just happened. 

“Well, I guess you took care of that chair, Katie,” laughed Clare. “And now we’re down to our final three contestants! Ashley, Katie, and little Timmy. We have one child chair and one adult chair. Who’s going to take the prize?!” After instructing one of the male servants to clean up the shard of broken chair, Clare put the music back on. After about half a minute she stopped it, and it became clear to everyone what was happening. Ashley didn’t even have a chance this time. Katie was right in front of the adult chair, and Timmy was right in front of the kid’s chair; Ashley had nowhere to go. It was obvious — Clare was making sure that Timothy stayed in the game, just so that she, Beatrice, and everyone else could keep having fun watching him struggle to keep up. Ashley looked over at Clare and smiled as she pointed an accusatory finger in her direction. Clare arched her eyebrow in response, shaking her head as she smiled. 

“Well what do you think, Beatrice?” she asked. “Take away the kid’s chair or the adult chair?” 

“Timmy’s been given way too much preferential treatment,” responded Beatrice immediately. “Take away the kid’s chair — this is an adult party, after all. If Timmy think he can play with the adults in the room let’s see him try.”

“Can’t argue with that,” said Clare. 

A few moments later Timothy and Katie were circling the single chair as the music played one final time. Katie was looking down at him, teasing as she made faces down at him. To an outside observer, it really did look like a mother or a big sister was chasing her son or little brother around a chair. Timothy tried to meet her glance with confidence, but it was impossible. When he did manage to look up into Katie’s eyes, he did so with fear and trepidation. He was beyond intimidated by her presence. Why was he having this reaction to Katie?! It made sense in his head why he would feel this way in Beatrice’s presence, because she had real power over him, and could make him do whatever she wanted. But surely Katie didn’t have this power too….right!? Surely if she tried to do anything to him, Beatrice would stop her, right!? As he circled the chair with her, feeling more and more like he was the prey of a tigress, he had a dark realization: he had no idea what Beatrice would let other people do to him. He really didn’t know — he had thought, when he made his wish to Maia, that his microphiliac girlfriend would protect him, nurture him, keep him safe…but now, looking up at Katie’s hungry eyes and then glancing nervously over at Beatrice (whose nostrils were dilated in excitement as she watched the end of the game), he became suddenly aware of something that scared him: he did not feel safe. At all. He couldn’t trust Beatrice to protect him. He didn’t know what was going to happen. 

“Stop!!” called Clare, a little more dramatically since it was the last time. Timothy’s skin came to attention as he realized that he was the closest to the opening of the seat. This was it! He was going to do it — he was going to win! He made a scampering, running leap for the seat. He didn’t care that he probably looked ridiculous to everyone else at the party — he didn’t care that it was obvious that he cared way too much (far more than any self-respecting adult would) about the outcome of this game. He had one goal in mind — to prove them all wrong. To show that even though he knew they were playing with him, he could beat them at their own game. 

But as he sailed through the air towards his cushioned salvation, he saw something that made his heart go up into his throat. Katie had been standing on the opposite side of the chair, far away from the actual seat. There would have been no way that she could have gotten in the seat before Timothy had she been playing against another adult-sized human. But she wasn’t — she was playing against him, and so she had a few extra seconds to decide what to do. And as she watched Timothy take a running start to jump into the seat, she suddenly realized what to do. She stood up to her full height, extended one of her long thick legs, and stepped over the back of the chair. The chair head was almost five feet tall, but being as tall as she was, that didn’t stop Katie. She then stepped with her other leg, and from his airborne position, Timothy realized in horror, too late, that Katie had literally stepped over the back of the chair and was now settling her huge ass down comfortably in the chair. There was no chance of redirecting his motion; he was headed straight for her crotch, and there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop it. With a plop, he landed in Katie’s lap — it felt like he was landing on a bed full of big, soft pillows, except there was a certain firmness…a certain strength, to the plushness of her upper thighs. 

“Ooooo look at that, Timmy!” called out Clare ecstatically, as the rest of the women “ooed” and “aaah-ed” as they laughed. “Now the tables are turned, huh? Not quite in time! Ladies and gentlemen…well, mostly ladies…let me introduce you to Katie — our winner!” The room erupted in exaggerated female cheers. Timothy couldn’t see all the commotion at first, because he was sprawled out face-first in Katie’s lap. He moved to rise up, but with horror he felt Katie’s big hand reach down and extend over his back, holding him in place, face-down on her crotch. 

“Oh, ladies, ladies, everyone…” he could hear her say in mock-formality, “you’re too kind, really! Too kind!” He heard her clear her throat, and once again he struggled, this time a little harder, to rise up. But she held him down without any apparent effort at all. 

“I’d like to thank, first of all, Clare for holding this lovely party at her lovely abode — to Clare everyone!” 

“To Clare!” came all the female voices. Timothy could only hear a muffled version of all of this, and started flailing his limbs. But Katie reached down her other hand and held his legs in place, easily securing both of his arms behind his back with her other hand. Slowly but surely, she pressed his face down into her crotch. 

“And I’d also like to thank my parents, for giving me amazing genes,” Katie went on jokingly, as the women joined in on the joke and respectfully applauded. Timothy was really starting to struggle for air now, and cried out. But Katie was pressing him even harder into her snatch, which absorbed every bit of sound he made. He was trying desperately to breathe...attempting to take huge gulps of air. But he could only manage to inhale the stuffy humid air that was emanating from her pussy. His nostrils were filled with her spicy, almost sweet-smelling stench. If he had not been in such a predicament, he would have definitely enjoyed the smell. But he was literally starting to pass out now. 

“But most of all,” said Katie impressively, “I want to thank little Timmy here. His tiny stature is the real key that made my victory possible.” Timothy was now screaming into her lap, his lungs totally empty of air, his limbs all held at bay by Katie’s strong hands. He could do absolutely nothing — he couldn’t even move his little body, such was Katie’s strength. He felt himself drifting down, down, down, into unconsciousness. 

“You know,” continued Katie above, still addressing the party, “I was shocked a few weeks ago when I realized that Timmy was shrinking. I think we all were, right?” A murmur of assent rose up, with the girls nodding their heads. “But really, in these last few weeks, little Timmy’s shrinking has made me realize something that I should have realized a long time ago.”

“What’s that Katie?” asked Clare. 

“That women are the superior beings,” said Katie, silently orgasming as she felt Timothy’s body go completely limp on her lap. “That we’re more intelligent, more beautiful, more creative, more dynamic, more everything.” 

“Totally agree, Katie,” said Clare, nodding her head. “Heck,” she continued, “just looking around this party, it seems to me that we women are bigger and stronger than our men as well. Take a gander, ladies! Am I not right?” It was all quite clear — the women were physically bigger, taller, and stronger than the men there. “And to think,” continued Clare, “that men are supposed to be the bigger and stronger ones.” 

“Said who?” asked Beatrice. “That’s not what I see. I think, in this day and age, women are finally starting to realize their place in this world — as the natural superiors, the rulers of the species.” 

“I mean, we literally grow life inside of us,” said Patricia, grabbing her huge boobs and squeezing them. “All men do is shoot their gross little sperm in — that’s all they do.”

“And we can make them squirt it better than they can squirt it themselves,” laughed Beatrice. 

“There’s no contest, really,” agreed Ashley quietly, her face blushing a little from the sexual nature of the conversation. “I don’t know why we didn’t all see it before. We should be the ones in charge.” 

“Well, let’s thank our little Timmy here for helping us all realize,” laughed Katie. “To Timmy, everyone!” 

“To Timmy!” came the din of strong, powerful, lovely-sounding female voices. But Timothy didn’t hear any of it. He had been gently dragged down into unconsciousness during Katie’s speech, and was now passed out cold face-down in her lap. 

A few minutes later he had come to and was being held in Beatrice’s arms like a baby. Katie had handed his unconscious form to Beatrice, with a bit of a contrite look on her face. 

“I…I hope you don’t mind, Beatrice,” she had said, “but…but I just couldn’t help myself. He was struggling against me, and…well, I — ”

“There’s no reason to apologize, Katie,” cut in Beatrice, who was smiling as she received the flopping form of her unconscious boyfriend. “Trust me, I completely understand. I was watching what you were doing, and there’s not way I was gonna not let you have that.” 

“Really?” said Katie appreciatively. “Aww, thanks for being so understanding, Beatrice. I would have asked your permission before, but…but it just kind of happened.” 

“Those are some of the best moments,” laughed Beatrice as she draped Timothy’s lifeless body over her shoulder and started to smack his back a little to get him to wake up. “The impromptu ones, the ones that aren’t planned. They just kind of…happen. And they’re like magic.” 

“Well, it certainly felt like that,” said Katie. “Honestly, since Timmy hasn’t been at work, I know I’ve been feeling a certain…withdrawal…from playing with him.” 

“I think we all have,” said Clare, “right, girls?” Ashley and Patricia each nodded as they eyed each other and smiled. 

“Well, no need to suffer too much,” said Beatrice, smacking Timothy harder on the back when he didn’t respond. “You all should come over to my house one day and we can all play with him together.” 

“Oh that sounds lovely!” said Katie. “Where do you live?” 

“Where Timmy does,” said Beatrice, finally succeeding in bringing him out of his unconsciousness. He gasped and sputtered for a few moments, and then started to cry before Beatrice shushed him with a dangerous look. “It used to be his house, but now it’s my house, isn’t it, little boy?”

Timothy nodded reflexively though his tears. “And it’s not much of a house, really,” said Beatrice. “Because, you know…it used to be Timmy’s. But that’s all going to change pretty soon.” 

“Oh?” asked Clare inquiringly. “Do tell…” 

Beatrice bent down and put Timothy down on the floor, where his weak, skinny little legs wobbled for a moment. He had apparently lost even more height…or Beatrice had grown…or both. His head now only came up to her knees. Without bending her legs, Beatrice bent down luxuriously, looking shockingly beautiful in her dark dress and make-up. From Timothy’s vantage point she looked fierce and formidable as she loomed over him, not unlike Maia.

“Little toy, I am going to talk some business right now with these wonderful ladies here. It’s not really business that concerns you, so why don’t you run off and try to find something else to do while we talk.” 

“S-something else…to…d-do?” stammered Timothy. 

“Yes, go do something else. Right now. It’s not a complicated order,” said Beatrice calmly down to him.

Timothy kept staring up at her for a moment longer, feeling hurt and inferior that he would just be dismissed like this. But, even as far down as he was, he saw the dangerous glint in Beatrice’s dark eyes, and knew better than to disobey her. His head was still pounding with blood from his recent unconsciousness, and he slunk his shoulders sadly as he sidled away.