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?”