Jen returned with her newly done hair and the house was stirring with activity again as she ushered me into the bedroom to do her makeup. Her vanity shelf had been updated with a little stand that existed only to elevate me level with her face as she sat in a chair in front of the mirror. Her hair was fragranced from the salon and smelled great.

I found myself compliantly stroking a mascara wand against the fan of her eyelashes while she analyzed my work in the mirror. At the same time, saying that Scott and Tasha were off the wedding guest list.

"What?” I said. “You kicked them off?" I felt surprised but also not really surprised.

"HEY," she stopped me with a softly reproaching look (in the mirror, because she couldn’t turn her head while I did her eyelashes). "THEY PULLED OUT, SWEETIE. HUGE DIFFERENCE."

I stood back, meditating on this. My best friend, Scott, refusing to attend my wedding? Before I'd met Jen, and been shrunk, it would have been unthinkable. But a lot of unthinkable things had happened since then.

Plus, since I'd been shrunk, he and Tasha had gotten married but they never invited me to their wedding. I'd been so caught up in my own issues and never paused to consider that before. Maybe he thought I couldn't physically get to the ceremony. Which was untrue, obviously Jennifer could take me. Unless that was the problem.

In reality, there was always a kind of passive aggression between Scott and Jennifer, and it went both ways. Sometimes the way he talked about her outside her presence made me uncomfortable, but I was too chicken to say anything.

And when we took the GPR party to Scott’s house, early on she had removed herself from the conversation to make and serve cocktails. That was her; sometimes she was the life of the party and making people laugh and other times she could be inexplicably aloof and wander off. It just seemed she wandered off more when Scott was around.

I came to find her bright green eyes blinking patiently at me in the mirror, waiting for me to carry on defining her eyelashes. Then, bored, she brushing her hair to the side and said quietly:

"HE DECIDED HE DIDN'T WANT TO COME UNLESS I SUSPENDED THE CONSERVATORSHIP."

"Why?"

"BECAUSE ISSUES.” 

"He never mentioned them to me."

"HE THINKS I’M CONTROLLING? –AND, YOU KNOW, NEXT THING HE DECIDES WHERE WE HONEYMOON. MY BUSINESS IS NONE OF HIS FRIKKEN BUSINESS!"

Once she quieted down, I went back to fixing her lashes. She shifted in her chair, turning her head to switch sides.

“THAT’S NOT EVEN IT,” she grunted, “HE WAS SUPPOSED TO TAKE YOU OUT FOR YOUR BACHELOR PARTY, THEN WE WERE ALL GOING TO MEET UP.”

“Bachelor party?” I glanced at her eyes in the mirror, which was slightly disorienting since I was practically staring right into her eye before me.

I went back to combing the wand through her lashes, and over my shoulder, sensed her mirror reflection eyeing me suspiciously.

“CAN WE CLEAR SOMETHING UP,” she said flatly, “I MEAN, ALL THE PARTIES IN ST PALMA; THIS IS NOT THE JERRY I KNOW.”

“Well I’ve overshot my party quota that’s for sure.” Then I grinned at her. “Anyway, did it bother you that I had a life while I was away?”

“OH NOT EVEN TRUE. YOU WERE IN WAY OVER YOUR HEAD AND YOU KNOW IT… AND YEAH,” her voice began to rise with sarcasm, “YOU ONLY WENT TO SKYROS AND YOU DIDN’T INVITE ME, SO –”

"Hey, you want to hear something funny?" I said suddenly, flicking the mascara wand through her lashes with such distracted abandon her eyelid began to wince. "When I was at the Firebird Hotel I think I saw one of the Kardashians by the pool!"

"YOU WHAT?"

"From behind. And below. Who cares?" I bowed my head. "You were right."

She looked puzzled.

"ABOUT?"

"It's like you said – I mean, ages ago you said I need a round-the-clock PA." My voice reeled out. It was easier talking to a single magnified eye. It didn’t have the licentious twist that her lips did. And I was so close to her eye that my features would have been blurry to her.

"After Anya took me, it made me realize I can't be left alone, I...I was trying to party to catch up with everyone else. Scott was cool and social and always invited me to things. Then I got shrunk. No more invitations.”

Her brow lowered.

“WHEN DID I STOP BEING COOL AND SOCIAL, ACCORDING TO YOU?”

“But I mean, I think he wondered what I could get invited to anymore, if I could even leave the house.”

“WELL, YOU SURE SHOWED HIM.” Slight sarcasm.

“I’m beginning to feel like if can’t get there on my own then it’s like I don’t belong there. Or I don’t belong anywhere, at least that’s not—”

“YOU HAD NO BUSINESS BEING AT ANY OF THESE WILD PARTIES, I AGREE WITH YOU THERE. BUT CAN YOU RELAX? YOU DO BELONG SOMEWHERE…” There was a little tap of reassuring pressure between my shoulders, which turned into a rub. “AND NOT EVERYONE SEES YOU THAT WAY.”

“Okay.”

She advanced, pouting lips almost touching upon my face. I thought she was going to kiss me but then had a lipstick tube stuffed into my hands. I began to diligently paint over her lips.

Once I finished, I asked:

“What do you have planned tonight?”

She leaned back.

“MY BACHELORETTE PARTY IS STILL ON – AND JUST THE THING I NEED RIGHT NOW.”

“Well, have fun.” I put down the lipstick tube for a second. “And don’t get wrecked.”

Wow, I considered, I was settling right into the house husband role and I wasn’t even married yet.

She turned on me and said playfully:

“MAYBE I NEED A CHAPERONE.”

I looked at her.

“Me? –You want me to come? Why?”

She shrugged.

“WELL..YOU’RE SMART. YOU FIGURE IT OUT.” She plucked me up, stood me on my feet and this time gave me a delicate kiss on the lips, leaving behind a stamp of lipstick when the broke contact. My body surged with warmth, and not just from her breath. I shook my head.

“Blindfolds and male strippers and dick balloons. No thanks.”

“OH, I SEE,” she laughed. “WELL, CHRISTINE’S THE ONE ORGANIZING IT. I’M SURE IT WON’T BE LIKE THAT…AND IF IT IS, BLAME HER.”

“Yeah…no thanks.”

“THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IS THAT WE HAVE FUN.” Then she whispered, “AND I’M GOING TO ‘FORGET’ TO WEAR PANTIES.” She was joking. She swatted me pleasantly on the butt.

I finished with the lipstick and finally got a moment to stretch my arms. She began trying on some jewellery in the mirror and then took out the shimmery panther ring and slipped it on. I watched it, mesmerized, trying to imagine myself being inside it.

She was quiet for a moment. Then she said:

“IT FEELS WEIRD GOING OUT AND KNOWING YOU’RE BACK HERE ON YOUR OWN. ONE OF YOUR OTHER FRIENDS HAS GOT TO BE AROUND TO TAKE YOU OUT. WHAT IS NATALIE UP TO THESE DAYS—?”

“Natalie…” I complained. “I used to have a crush on her.” It came out of nowhere, and felt so remote now; no ache of unrequited love or anything.

“OH MY GOD. I KNEW IT.” She gave me a gentle poke, causing me to stumble.

“Genius,” I said, dancing away from the offending fingertip.

“SHE’S LOVELY,” she said with forced thoughtfulness. “BUT THERE’S NO SHAME IN ADMITTING I’M MORE CHARMING.”

“Of course you are. But it’s mid-semester, so she’s going to be in St Palma.” After a pause I added, “Everyone I know is basically in St Palma.”

Jen finished preening herself in the mirror and then said:

“LOOK, IF YOU REALLY WANT TO GO OUT WITH YOUR FRIENDS, I CAN GIVE YOU A RIDE TO THE AIRPORT.”

“Are you sure?”

A flight would be about an hour and half. I thought about it.

“It could be late getting back.”

“IT’S GOING TO BE LATE FOR ME, ANYWAY.”

She swept her arms out in an exaggerated declarative gesture:

“AND THIS IS WHAT IT’S ABOUT: A NIGHT TO LET LOOSE BEFORE THE BIG MERGE.”

“Yeah, what the hell. Okay, but I really can’t stomach a big insane party after everything. Last party I had a literal heart attack. And not Natalie. She’s fine, but that’s over and we’re not best friends.”

Jen eyed me and this time her thoughtfulness wasn’t forced.

“AW…ACTING WASN’T KIND TO YOUR SOCIAL LIFE, HUH?”

I shrugged.

“No, I just…I was closer to her than she was to me.”

I stepped forward to kiss her but instead got scooped up and got incapacitated in the center of her palm, with my arms pinned to my sides as the thumb of her other hand entered my central line of sight and dragged softly around to clean up some stray lipstick marks around my cheeks.

“I THINK I CAN TRUST YOU FOR TONIGHT. JUST DON’T HAVE TOO MUCH FUN WITHOUT ME.”

Then, I was kissed and carefully tucked me in place within the soft lining of a pocket of her handbag, where I would be insulated from jostling by other objects.

Above, her face filled the bag opening, peering down at me to check I was in place. The angle made her truly gigantic and made me feel like a petty belonging. Her fingertips brushed me back and forth a moment, and repositioned me a couple of times, trying to find a place I wouldn’t move around too much, and finally let me be, and the bag interior went dark as the opening was shut.

Then my dark pouch began to lift and spring against her hip in time with her footsteps. I gripped the inner lining tight, trying hard not to be rolled over. Her hand slipped in a second time, probing at my face and chest to check where I was before retrieving the car keys and then she drove us into town to go our separate ways.

I didn’t complain. With my bachelor party –that I didn’t even know about—no longer operational, going out seemed like a fun way to pass the night. And I couldn’t make myself dinner.

"SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE!" she thrilled.

*

I waited at Arrivals to be collected from the St Palma airport, SPX. The customer assistant had taken me off the plane and carried my booster seat to a waiting area.

A pair of women fronted up. It was Samantha and Darcy, both casually dressed and with the earthy, modest appearances of no makeup.

“HIIIIIIIII!” Darcy said with a big sunny smile.

“HI THERE, SEXY,” Samantha said, with the hint of smile.

Darcy fussed over my small booster seat as the aide unbuckled me, and then I was slipped inside the containment of her hand as the assistant took my seat away.

As we went back through the airport, and all people sweeping past, Darcy held me up in front of her beaming face and said to me:

“I WOULD REALLY LIKE TO PUT YOU IN MY POCKET. I MEAN, IF I HAD A TINY BOYFRIEND, THAT’S WHERE I’D PUT HIM. THERE’S NOT A LOT OF SPACE, BUT THERE’S JUST ENOUGH FOR YOU, AND WHO KNOWS, YOU MIGHT LIKE IT IN THERE.”

Her inquiring voice sounded like she wanted me to say something like, ‘Your pocket looks great, thanks for the offer!’ But before I could respond, she hooked her thumb in the pocket of her jeans and pulled it open, and I dropped neatly into the pocket at her hip and became wedged there at her upper thigh. It was tight but her jeans were slightly elastic and not uncomfortable, and I could move my limbs and head. Her fingertips slid down over me, over my head and chest and even passing over my bulge in an accidentally sensual way, before touching on my feet. My heart raced and I tried to urge myself to not become erect. Then she gently wiggled me a little to check the space. As her stroll carried on without a beat, I lifted and plunged in step with her leg. Each step bounced me against the wall of her firm thigh muscle, but the impact was softened by the fabric inner lining.

Samantha drove and Darcy sat in the passenger seat. I sat on Darcy’s shoulder, holding a lock of her hair, and looked out the window at the streets rushing past.

The car stopped at a light. Suddenly, a huge vehicle came to a stop beside us, with its windows down. A bunch of girls were staring at me and then they pulled their t shirts up and flashed their boobs against the window, laughing.

I said through a creeping blush:

“This happens in SP. I forgot.”

“THAT’S LITERALLY NEVER HAPPENED TO US BEFORE,” Darcy replied. I wondered what would’ve happened if I wasn’t inside the car. Maybe Darcy thought the same; she held me closer to her chest in a protective way, but ironically pushed me up against her own ample boobs.

“…SO WE’RE THE BACHELOR PARTY,” Darcy was saying, someway down the road. She jiggled me against her breast without thinking. “WHAT WOULD YOU NORMALLY DO; GO TO A STRIP BAR?”

If a stripper tried to give me a lap dance in a dim, smoky venue, I could get accidentally squashed.

Samantha answered,

“NO, NONE OF THAT. COME HOME WITH US, JERRY. NO MORE BIG FLAMINGO PARTIES I CAN’T TAKE IT—”

“Fine by me,” I replied.

That was convenient because it turned out they had their own ideas on how we would spend my bachelor party.

On the way home the women got some drinks and then we came back to Samantha’s house with takeout. In the dining room, the drinks were laid out in preparation for some drinking games.

After some ‘droplet’ shots of whiskey done out of a teaspoon, the room seemed brighter and warmer, all the women looked a notch sexier and I began to laugh easier.

We played strip poker, the women played taking no prisoners and I was aggressively de-clothed. Actually, I was pretty sure one of the women had cheated but I couldn’t prove it. They both laughed suggestively down at me as I was forced to remove my briefs and present on the table naked.

“THIS IS THE FAMOUS PENIS!” Darcy said. The first time we met she was shy and giggly but that was in the past now. Now I was the shy one; the internet-borne rumor about my endowment being out of proportion with the rest of me, still embarrassed me. As I looked at her she gave me a little wink. My face burned under her warm but scrutinizing eyes, and I shifted on the spot. She moved right in close to me, taking my penis head between her fingertips and stretching it out to maximum length. Every beat of my heart was a painful squeeze. She was leaning in so close that her breath fanned directly onto the top of my head. I didn’t know if she was attracted to me or even if she was into guys at all which made her attention strange and confronting, like a best friend suddenly admitting to a crush.

As I prevaricated on how to respond, she calmly lifted my now half erect member to take a look at my balls. One of her fingertips slid around my waist and rested on my tailbone to keep me still. I concentrated on her glossy pink lips which were slightly scrunched in concentration, as they swam dizzyingly in front of my eyes, while my member strained for Darcy’s soft warm touch. I clenched my legs to keep the blood circulating my body normally. Her pinky finger gently slipped beneath my scrotum and rested there, testing its weight on the tip of her finger. My manhood thickened with joy.

Once I was out of the game, I found myself looking out at the world from the inside of a glass for a drinking game. The women had to take slugs from my glass, and every time they did, a stream of alcohol was rained on my head to top the glass up.

Then the glass rose into the air bringing me eye to eye with a massive pair of lips which attached to the rim and began to suck. Like a pool filter switching on, a current moved through the liquid, repeatedly dragging me head first against the lips of whichever woman was drinking. Samantha left darker lipstick stains on one side of the glass rim, and Darcy left lighter marks on the other side.

The alcohol fumes combined with the tilting motion and the women’s’ warm pummelling breath was dizzying. Alcohol accidentally went down my throat and burned my insides, but not unpleasantly. It had a numbing effect and I happily tolerated the constant backwash baths and mouth massages as I was swished and dunked around like the olive in a martini. I paddled around helplessly in the glass,

Afterward Samantha went into the kitchen to make some snacks while Darcy took me into the living room to start up a movie. She lay back on the sofa, and I sat beneath her right breast, leaning against its underside, enjoying its warmth and softness.    

Midway into the movie, with the room darkened, the women squeezed onto the one sofa. Samantha stroked me against Darcy’s breasts, and Darcy would giggle and try to swat me away. Then they were tightly entwined, making out, and I was still being stroked against Darcy, while her giggling turned into deeper moaning. Her hand covered me and stroked my face. Samantha shifted and the warm weight of her pressed on my other side until I was sandwiched between them. The two women were thoroughly invested in each other and I had become an afterthought. Their breasts softly grinded me on either side, and several times I got pinched between them, before one of them searched for me and put me in a new position, but I kept getting stuck between them, and rolled about.

The women felt me rubbing back and forth against their breasts and it only heightened their arousal; their nipples became harder and began to poke and bump me. I was also getting hard and my erection kept getting grinded by their nipples or caught and squeezed between their breasts.

Samantha picked me up and returned me to Darcy’s chest. Her shirt was off, and her brown erect areola pointed at my face. The point of her nipple ran over my face like a fingertip. Then my erection was touched to her nipple and brushed delicately back and forth to further stimulate the tight bud. Her nipple was silky soft and like fingertips upon my member. My body tightened and raced. Darcy let out a series of low, pleasured sounds. My entire view was one ample round breast, meeting and stroking up and down my dick, and at moments, touching to my face. Without thinking I licked and sucked her nipple and she let out a jubilant cry. While the women kissed each other, I was being compelled to make out with this huge full breast, I was nothing more than a surface to happily cup her breast and trace its outline and titillate her.

The sexual energy and compulsion was like a powerful drug. The thrusting of her chest wall and her moaning was making me crazy. My head pounded and my face was given no rest from being invaded by the probe of her tight nipple. Every so often one of them fondled and tweaked my erection, keeping my balls dense and begging to for relief.

In desperation, I crawled up the cleft of Darcy’s chest and sheltered in the depression of her neck while the women carried on kissing. Samantha’s hair lashed me a couple of times and then the women settled down to watch the rest of the movie.