Chapter 13

Life in Alice’s house had completely changed. The relationship dynamics between Jack, Elena, Alice, and Sadie had been irrevocably altered by the events at dinner that fateful night. For long weeks, Jack had been full of nervous anxiety about his shrinking condition, tormented by a strange and often-conflicting barrage of ideas, feelings, and expectations that he felt he had no control over. He had been wracked by feelings of shame at having become so small that he could no longer look after himself, but at the same time, the smaller he got, the more aroused he became by the sheer size and power differences between himself, his sister, his mother, and his grandmother. He had been distressed by the realization that the smaller he got, the worse everything seemed to become — he had even less power over himself, could do even fewer things, and had an even more difficult time controlling and hiding his arousal at the comparisons between himself and the other women in his family. His life, and his interactions with everyone, had been marked by a poignant tension, and felt shot through with anxiety and uncertainty about unspoken things.

But now everything that had once been bottled up and secret within Jack (and within Alice as well!) had been blown completely open. Alice had confronted him with something that he had been trying to hide (or at least keep as a secret with Elena) for so long: that despite his anxiety and shame around his shrinking, he was actually VERY turned-on by it. And as soon as Jack’s secret was out in the open, well…it hadn’t taken Alice long to permanently alter the trajectory of their relationship. Days later, Jack still couldn’t believe how easily, how coolly, how confidently she had made him shoot his load straight onto her huge, awaiting tongue, right in front of the incredulous (and admiring) eyes of Sadie and Elena. The crushing reality of his submission to his younger sister almost made Jack feel even more pathetic, and more shamed, but those negative feelings were all far-offset by the exultant and thrilling feeling of finally having his sexual desires fulfilled. He hadn’t realized that it could have been possible before, but Alice’s gentle sexual teasing and cajoling had been a kind of culmination of his submissive, size-based erotic wishes…wishes that he hadn’t even been fully aware of before.

Of course, Elena had set all of this in motion herself, as Sadie pointed out a couple days later. She was in her office, using Jack as a paperweight (under strict orders to remain nude at all times in her office now, just for fun), when Elena strode in without knocking. Jack looked up at his grandmother’s huge, towering figure: as usual, Elena was in her tall, shiny black boots, making her a statuesque 6’9. Over the past couple days he had shrunk down even more, to a mere 9 inches tall. It was around 11 o’ clock, but he still felt like he was recovering from breakfast hours before. Alice had now taken it upon herself to suck a little “protein shake” out of him every morning…”just for my vitamins,” as she put it to him with a wink. They both knew that the real reason she was doing it was to give him pleasure, to ingest him…to gently and lovingly assert her quiet dominance over him.

Sadie had just gotten off the phone with one of her underlings, and she looked up at her mother, feigning annoyance.

“Oh sure, just…come right on in, mom,” she muttered, leaning back in her chair and throwing her arms up behind her head. Even though he was still mentally preoccupied with what Alice’s huge pink tongue had done to him that morning, Jack still couldn’t help but gawk at Sadie’s immense and impressive figure. As usual, Sadie was wearing a tight and suggestive t-shirt, and this one had the single word “Alpha” spelled out in big white letters across a black backdrop. And again as usual, her huge breasts were pressing into the tight fabric, cartoonishly stretching the letters out so wide that they could hardly be read…thus proving the truth of the words themselves.

“Oh I knew you wouldn’t mind if I just came in here to…you know, check up on everything,” Elena chuckled. In addition to her usual tight jeans, she was wearing a tight black crop top that left none of her figure to the imagination. She turned her eyes toward Jack, who was dutifully sitting on a huge stack of papers on the right corner of Sadie’s desk. The stack was so big — and he was so small — that his little legs were dangling off the end, not even touching the desk “floor.”

“You know what, mom?” remarked Sadie, as she continued leaning back in her chair with her big arms behind her head.

“What, Sadie?” asked Elena, blinking in affected innocence. She hadn’t wasted any time sidling up to the desk and putting her huge hands down on top of it, leaning forward toward Jack as she loomed over him. It was clear that both Jack and Elena were enjoying the massive comparison; Sadie had that telltale knowing smile on her face, and even though Jack was still struggling with some residual feelings of anxiety at how small he was, in the past few days he had felt more liberated at expressing the awe he felt around his female family members.

“I know this was all your doing,” Sadie continued dryly, though she was unable to hide her own amusement from her face.

“Whatever can your mother be talking about, my little shrunken paperweight of a grandson?” Elena teased Jack gently. She was leaning over him completely now, so that her big tits were hanging directly over his head…and then she leaned in a little closer, so that the underside of her boobs were actually brushing the top of his head. Jack knew that Elena’s question was rhetorical, and in any case he wasn’t in much of a state to answer. He was too busy struggling to sit up straight with Elena’s breasts literally on top of his head. Now that Sadie made him work nude, his arousal was more obvious than ever, and the more Elena pressed her breasts softly into the top of his head, the harder he got.

“This was all part of your big plan, huh?” Sadie pressed on. “Your grand design? Come on mom…don’t act like I don’t know you. You were probably planning it for weeks, as soon as you heard Jack was shrinking.”

“Whaaaaaat?” replied Elena in an affected high voice, like she had no idea what Sadie was talking about. Her furtive smile, though, said otherwise. Still leaning over Jack, she began to rock her body slowly back and forth, back and forth, so that her huge breasts gently batted into the side of his head. It was only a very slight movement, but Elena’s breasts were so heavy, and Jack was so small, that his entire body was being knocked left, then right, left, then right. If Elena hadn’t been keeping the back-and-forth motion going, she would have easily knocked him off the stack of papers.

“Grandma’s funny, isn’t she?” Sadie quipped to Jack with a wry smile. “She likes to play games…especially games when she’s moving all the pieces.”

“Sorry, my little grandson would like to participate in the conversation,” Elena chuckled, but he’s too busy getting his ears boxed by my big fat tits.”

“And you’ve probably been encouraging Alice for weeks,” Sadie persisted, as she swiveled thoughtfully back and forth in her chair, “Dropping little hints here and there, egging her on…”

“Whoa, whoa, now hold on a second,” laughed Elena, suddenly stopping her boob-boxing of Jack’s head, “Ok, yes, I admit that of course this was all my “grand design” or whatever you wanna call it…heheh, I hatched the plan as soon as I saw your little face, Jack, staring up at me with those big eyes…I could tell…I could tell, even then, that you loved being small, that you loved how big we all seemed next to you.”

“See?” grinned Sadie, as she leaned forward suddenly in her chair and rolled it towards Jack. He felt surrounded by buxom female flesh, his mother directly in front of him and his grandmother above him. “See!? Haha, I knew it.” And knowing full well that it would get a reaction out of her son, Sadie lifted up her breasts and dropped them both down on the desk, right in front of the stack of papers Jack was on. Suddenly, his feet weren’t dangling anymore; they were buried ankle’s deep in the soft, plushy expanse of his mother’s boobs.

“Wait, wait, hold on,” chuckled Elena. Jack saw her huge upturned hand appear in the left of his periphery. “You might be right about most of that, but me egging Alice on!? Hahaha noooooo ma’am — that young lady didn’t need any help from me. She got there all on her own.”

“She did seem pretty natural just…taking charge of that dominant role, didn’t she?” Sadie nodded. She cocked her head to the side, examining her son closely. Jack was visibly aroused, and enjoying the conversation, but even still, he was having a bit of a tough time raising his eyes up to meet his mother’s. Her presence (perfectly summed-up in the elongated words on her shirt) commanded a certain kind of respect.

“How do you feel about it, Jack?” Sadie asked. Even though he was staring down at his feet buried in her tit flesh, Jack could feel her eyes on him. “About your younger sister taking control over you, dominating you, exposing you as a little submissive boy who can’t hold back from shooting his load into his sister’s mouth, while your mother and grandmother watch?”

Jack could feel the hot blood pounding in his face. He knew that Sadie wasn’t saying these things to make him feel bad — she was saying them to play with him, to tease him, to turn him on…and it was working. His little cock bounced and twitched up in the air, pointed up directly at Sadie’s face. Sensing his heightened arousal, Sadie edged herself even closer, squishing her boobs even more up against the stack of papers. Now Jack’s legs were buried up to the shins in his mother’s breasts. He could feel the coffee-tinged sweetness of her breath beginning to wash over him, and as she spoke, her exhaled voice started to ruffle his hair.

“Oh who are you kidding, Sadie?” came the deep rumble of Elena’s voice above him. “He LOVES it. Even though he’s older, he’s always lived in Alice’s shadow, hasn’t he? She was always more driven, more dynamic…and even from a young age, I could see the way he looked up to her. It’s just the natural order of things, really…right, Jack? Alice is such a strong, gentle, dominant presence, and you’re completely happy to exist under her. I’m telling the truth, aren’t I?”

The blood was pounding in Jack’s ears now. Elena was totally right…he WAS a natural sub, totally content to live under Alice’s shadow. That fact alone was enough to push him even closer to orgasm, and the fact that he was now a mere 9 inches tall was simply the physical manifestation of the psychic, existential reality that his grandmother was so deftly describing. He could hear Elena adjusting herself, and he felt a weight lift off his head — Elena had apparently removed her breasts from the top of his head and, from the way the stack of papers was jostling, Jack could tell that she had repositioned them on the desk directly behind. Both Sadie’s and Elena’s breasts were so voluminous that they came around on both sides of the paper stack, touching each other. Jack swallowed and stared down at his erect cock — he was on a lonely island, surrounded by a sea of breast flesh.

“Yeah, I gotta admit that’s how things have been between the two of them since…heheh, well, I don’t know how long,” agreed Sadie. “You know, Jack, to be honest, a few years ago, I felt a little…disappointed in you. Kind of wished that you had more drive, more gumption, you know?”

Jack nodded. He could feel his stomach tightening up inside him; even though this kind of talk aroused him, it also made him feel self-conscious.

“But then you developed this condition,” Sadie continued, “And…well you know what, Jack? It really kind of changed my perspective on everything.”

“It…it did?” asked Jack. He finally mustered up the courage to look up into his mother’s eyes. Sadie’s steady blue eyes looked back at him, studying him. They were harder than the gentle, loving brown of Alice’s eyes…and more serious than Elena’s cheerful, naughty hazel, but there was a certain humor in Sadie’s eyes, a kind of matter-of-fact, unembellished confidence, that made Jack feel like he was about to cum right then and there.

Sadie reached her thumb up to his face and slowly, gently, pet him on the cheek. Jack shuddered in pleasure, marveling at how huge her thumb was compared to him — it was bigger than his entire cheek.

“Of course it did,” replied Sadie, as she continued to pet his cheek. Her voice was infused with an uncharacteristic tenderness, despite the sparky humor in her eyes. “You were never that big of a guy to begin with, you know, but when we all saw that you were just getting smaller and smaller…heheh, well…I mean, it just seemed to confirm a lot of things in my mind.”

“Careful, Sadie,” came Elena’s tongue-in-cheek caution, “If you keep on going, you’re going to make your little paperweight spew all over the papers.”

“Like, it all became so clear to me,” Sadie pressed on, ignoring Elena as she continued to pet and caress Jack’s cheek with her thumb. Her head was so close to his now that there was only a couple feet separating them — she was pressed up so close to him that her breasts were now squishing all the way up to his knees…and at the same time, Jack could feel his grandmother’s breasts pressing into the stack of papers on the other side. There was no way his seat was going to be able to take all this pressure, and Jack could feel it wobbling even more.

“Whatever this condition is, Jack,” Sadie continued in a low, sexy voice, “It really just peels back the film and shows things for how they really are.”

“I-It does?” stammered Jack. He knew where all this was going, but he wanted to hear it straight from the source, straight out of his mother’s mouth.

“Mmhmmm,” nodded Sadie, slowly and deliberately. With her free hand, she pointed to the elongated, cartoonishly-stretched letters across her chest. “You see these letters, Jack?”

“Y-yeah…” he breathed, nodding.

“What do they spell?” Sadie asked pointedly. Her thumb had begun to migrate from his cheek down to his chin, and then to his neck. All the while Sadie was rubbing him lovingly, caressing him, but there was something in her touch that was different from Alice’s, or even Elena’s. It carried with it a unique kind of imperious and forceful (though understated) authority.

“Th-They…they spell…“a-alpha,”” Jack forced out. Elena was literally breathing down his neck now. Her breasts were surrounding him now…so were Sadie’s…he could feel the stack of papers beginning to give way beneath him, but he knew it didn’t matter. Both of them were going to catch him without even using their hands.

“That’s riiiiight,” teased Sadie, blinking and smiling at him as her caressing fingers moved down to his tiny little chest. “They spell the word “alpha.” And why am I wearing a t-shirt that says “alpha” on it, hmmmm?”

“B-Because you…you’re an alpha,” answered Jack, simply but truthfully.

“I sure am!” laughed Sadie. Jack could literally feel her laughter vibrating up his legs through her boobs; the vibrations went straight to his crotch. She suddenly averted her head upward, past her son. “That’s not saying too much, is it, mom?”

“Oh pssssh, quit it with the fake modesty,” retorted Elena immediately. “We both know you’ve been an alpha ever since you popped out before your brother. Even in the womb, you beat him to the punch, haha!”

Jack had heard this story about his mom and his uncle many times, but he couldn’t focus on any of that right now. He was too busy watching Sadie’s play-innocent face curve into a naughty smile up at Elena…and then, she turned her eyes back down to him, and he very nearly lost it.

“Mmmmm yessss,” breathed Sadie into his face, “I’m an alpha, Jack, through-and-through. You know what that means? It means I take charge without even having to think about it. It means that I do things my way, and other people follow me. It means that I have the drive, the tenacity, and the vigor to be successful in the world, to make an impression, to leave my mark.”

“And you have, Sadie,” Elena remarked. “You have! I mean…just look at you! Big-boobed boss lady over here, always ordering everyone around, getting promotion after promotion after promotion, hahaha!”

“Damn right,” chuckled Sadie. At this point, Jack realized that he wasn’t sitting on the stack of papers anymore. He had been so distracted by his mother’s show of power that he hadn’t even realized that he was now being held aloft between two huge pairs of mammaries, which were gently, lovingly squishing all around him. He was buried in tit flesh, almost all the way up to his waist. Elena and Sadie had both made sure, though, to leave enough room for his little cock to peek out. They didn’t want to miss the inevitable little pop that was coming.

“Of course,” persisted Sadie, “I got the alpha gene from your grandmother over there…haha and there’s no question that Alice inherited it from me. She’s a sweet, gentle soul, but…heheh, well, we saw just the other day what’s reeeeeally hiding under there, huh?” Sadie was now making wide eyes at him. “But now YOU, Jack,” she intoned meaningfully, “YOU are the opposite of an alpha.”

“Understatement of the year,” giggled Elena, bouncing up and down in her boots so that her boobs vibrated even more against Jack’s prone, naked body.

“You’re a BETA, Jack,” whispered Sadie sexily, right in his face. “You’ve never really had any drive or ambition…even though Alice is two years younger than you, you always kind of just followed in her footsteps. She was always the one doing things, excelling in school, joining all the clubs, going to prom, the whole nine yards. You were always just kind of in the background, Jack…watching her go.”

Jack bowed his head. He knew his mother was completely right, but it still didn’t stop the burning feelings of humiliation he was experiencing now. He found these feelings incredibly, searingly arousing, but he also didn’t want his mother to go too far. Thankfully, she seemed to know exactly what was going on.

“And to think,” she kept on, “All these years I was wanting you to take some control…to have some drive! But then you developed this condition, and you started getting smaller and weaker, and I thought, ‘My god…this is perfect! Of course! Everything’s just fallen completely into place!’ You get it, Jack!? See, you’re not supposed to be an alpha like me or your grandmother or your sister…it’s just not in your make-up, Jack, just not in your DNA. When you were a normal-sized adult it was kinda hard for me to swallow, but now?? Hahaha it all just makes total sense — this is how everything was meant to be! You’re supposed to be small and weak…you’re supposed to be a little paperweight for me…a cute little belly boy for your grandma…a precious little gift of a kitchen assistant for Alice…heheh, even if your job is just turning the pages of her cookbook! Don’t you see it, Jack!? Your condition is a blessing in disguise! It’s all helped us fit into place around you, as a trio of big, strong, dominant women to take care of you, to play with you, to tease you, and…of course…to give you pleasure in your new role. Because we want you to feel good as our little house boy, Jack. We WANT you to feel sooooo nice being our little breast-pet, our adorable little cum doll…hahaha, well go on, Jack! What are you waiting for!? God, look at your face…you’re about to explode. Isn’t it such a testament to what I’ve been saying, that after hearing all that, you’re about to cum your brains out? Hahaha, like I said: the perfect little sub-boy for our household. God, Jack…what would us three alphas do without you?”

And with that, Sadie capped off her monologue with a flourish as she extended her index finger toward Jack’s crotch and deftly gave his cockhead the tiniest little flick. That was all he needed, and Jack felt his eyes roll back in his head as his mouth opened up in helpless, exultant pleasure. He came. He came and came and came, spewing his load all over Sadie’s and Elena’s tits. Their flesh surrounded him waist-deep on all sides, and both his mother and grandmother were kneading and bobbing their boob flesh in response to his orgasm…he was in a tempestuous sea of sweet-smelling breast flesh, with each fleshy roll encouraging, willing him to cum again and again, harder and harder. Jack didn’t even know what sounds he was making. All he could hear were Sadie’s deep, encouraging groans, and Elena’s rich, playful giggling…they echoed in his ears and filled his head, spurring his orgasm on and on until at last he was simply hanging there in between their breasts, his head bowed forward in exhaustion, his mouth sagging open, and his eyes glazed over in half-consciousness. The slow, steady rhythm of something gradually repeated itself in his head, until he realized that it was something outside of his mind that was making the sound. In a flash, he came to, still trapped between the two pairs of titanic breasts. Alice was standing in the doorway, leaning against it, wearing a pair of 6-inch boots that made her nearly 6’6. Now it was her turn to clap. Her face was bright, and her cherry-red cheeks glowed with pleasure.

“Oh ok,” she laughed, “I see how it is…mom…grandma…trying to one-up me in my own house, huh?” Then she suddenly straightened up and peered closer at Jack. “Hey hold on a second…is he…did he get even smaller!?”