Chapter 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Totally!” agreed Paula.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I could feed him, Susan.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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