Ah, today was just great. The girls and I have been discussing Clayton's increasingly pathetic state, sharing a stimulating cloud of schadenfreude, and comparing our fantastic figures. Among these gorgeous, powerful women, I always feel like a goddess queen.

We weren't all that far into our conversation today when I happened to notice the shortest man on campus himself wandering by. Speak of the dwindling devil.

"Clayton!" I called, and saw him freeze in place.

After a pause, he looked my way with blatant apprehension on his face.

I smirked and beckoned him over by calling him as one would a pet dog.

"Here boy! Come on over!"

It was obvious he wanted to resist, but even with his focus as it was, he knew not to disobey me.

The ladies and I giggled as he scurried over to stand, tense and rigid, before me. I already had my monitoring device in hand, and read aloud from its screen.

"Seven and a half feet as of this morning. Four foot nothing.. Can you guess which of us is which?" I asked, unabashedly basking in my power over him.

Clayton stared up at me helplessly. It would soon become his signature look.

The girls around me laughed and murmured, a few of them wanting to get in on the fun of teasing the little man before us.

"You used to date this hobbit?"

"He's shorter than my baby brother."

"Soon he'll be able to fit in your purse, Sasha."

We shared a raucous laugh at the idea, as Clayton blushed and cringed further into himself.

"Not a bad idea," I responded. "What do you think, babe? Want to be my little purse bitch?"

His face hardened in a brief flash of defiance as my words hit him. Somewhere, deep down, it seemed my boy still had a bit of fight left in him. How cute.

"Hmm, not yet, I suppose. He remains just a smidgen too tall.. Still, a vertically challenged cutie like this is good for something. Hold still, Clayton. Prepare yourself."

I turned and leaned forward just slightly so that my enormous thighs and ass were now in his face. He went rigid and stared, almost unblinking, at the sight before him.

"Make use of yourself and kiss my ass," I commanded with a smirk.

The voices of the girls around us rose in laughter, and amusedly scandalized murmuring.

There was a fraction of an instance wherein I could tell some part of Clayton was still trying to fight, but the sight of a massive goddess butt in front of him was far too much for his willpower to overcome.

He launched himself at me, face first, and buried his face in my ass as well as he could manage through the fabric of my skirt and the sheer weight of my cheeks. It actually felt quite nice, in more ways than one, and that pleasure was followed up by the rush of ecstasy I'd since come to eagerly anticipate.

The girls cheered when they realized what was happening; I was growing again, and Clayton was shrinking before their eyes. My form-fitting clothes ripped in several places but managed to remain on my body, if in scraps.

I felt Clayton's little hands clinging desperately to either side of my hips for a moment, his front resting along the crack of my ass, as he shrank and found himself lifted off of the ground. It tickled, actually.

Laughing, I shook him off and turned to smile down at him. He landed on the sidewalk, his clothes barely hanging onto his tiny frame.

Again I consulted my monitoring device.

"Let's see.. My, what a doozy. I'm eight and a half feet tall now, and you're down to just three. A whole foot exchanged between us; how generous of you, babe."

Clayton struggled to get himself to his feet and look back up at me, dazed. He clung to his clothes and, thanks to the looseness of them, was able to hide his erection.

"Oh, and you're late for your one o'clock class. Run along, my dear."

It took a couple of moments for the message to fully hit him, at which point he just barely seemed to do as told and stagger away.

We waved him off as he managed to make his way to the next building. It was at that point that a wonderful idea came to mind.

It was time to celebrate.

And also to change clothes.

-

So, I've decided to throw a little party with my fellow blossoming beauties. It's going to be a costume party, and I'm calling it the All-Goddess Soirée. It's going to be incredible.

All of my lady friends, and their friends--well, those of which had the wisdom to purchase my products--are coming together tonight to celebrate our victories. Nearly every male on campus has been reduced to a near-stupefied weakling, oh, what a glorious time to be alive.

There was a lot of shopping to be done before we could begin setting up the party. I went by his dorm room to retrieve Clayton so he could join me in my acquisition.

He made no attempts to resist me as I lifted him with my hands around his little waist. Once placed on his dorm room desk top, he was fitted with a bejeweled collar I'd picked up the day before. Then, I clipped on his leash and placed him back on the floor.

His tiny hands studied the collar as he stared at my legs and slowly lifted his gaze up the length of my devastatingly gorgeous form. I thought I heard him whimper.

"Be a good boy today, hm? We've got some errands to run," I cooed to him.

Clayton gave a small nod and crept timidly closer to my legs. I laughed and turned towards the door, lifting his leash to give him a gentle tug.

"Come along."

He scurried along with me as well as he could out to my car. By the time we reached the party supply store, he'd lost a few more centimeters simply from watching my chest as I drove.

Inside the shop, my boy struggled to keep up with my stride. No matter how much he tried, he simply couldn't match my pace with his now scrawny, almost prepubescent-looking legs. Half of the time it felt as if I were dragging him.

Which I was, actually.

It began to annoy me slightly by the third or fourth shop, how difficult he was making things by being so small and pathetic.

At the height of my irritation, while walking along back towards my car, I jerked on Clayton's leash to send him stumbling forward, at which time I simply turned my nearest leg so that he tripped spectacularly over my foot. He landed on his front and tumbled over helplessly, entangling himself in the length of the leash.

"Still losing centimeters and continuing to slow me down, Clayton. Tsk tsk. Can't you control yourself just a bit?" I asked, looking down at him and wondering just how much he grasped of what I was saying. I knew he wouldn't control himself even if he had understood; that's why this experiment has worked out so well, after all!

In any case, I'll give him the credit that he did try a little harder to keep up with me after that.

He fell asleep on the car ride home, exhausted from trying to follow his goddess around. Adorable.

While he sleeps it off on my sofa, I'll be getting ready for the party. This is going to be fantastic!

-

Oh, I love being right. Tonight was completely wonderful!

My costume was that of an eight and a half-foot tall Jessica Rabbit. I've always admired her style. I had the dress, gloves and heels made with special hyper-elastic fabric created especially for my growing consumer base and me.

In fact, my company is currently in the works for an entire goddess fashion line. Big things are in store, you could say.

The ladies arrived in gorgeous, drop-dead sexy costumes of their own. Nurses, police women, princesses, and more characters from popular media. It created quite the lighthearted atmosphere, as was my intention.

I delighted in welcoming my guests with little Clayton awake and now clinging helplessly to my knees as the beauties made their way inside. He seems dependent on me at this point, as if I'm his entire world.

Not that I mind in the least.

The ladies also brought along their exes, who were all in a similar state, though Clayton was clearly the smallest of them. Still, the more the merrier, and these dwindling boy toys were brought along for one reason and one reason alone: entertainment.

Soon, the festivities were in full swing. Throughout the length of the main hall, a catwalk had been constructed for our use, and the costumed goddesses lined up to parade their exes across it on leashes. (What can I say? I'm a trend-setter.)

The dumbfounded mini-men wandered timidly down the catwalk as they were led, looking up at their mistresses in uncertainty but still too helpless to try and escape them.

Then they games began! Our newer recruits, the shortest among we goddesses, brought in bins of stuffed toys. As the little men obediently marched along the catwalk, we began throwing the toys at them.

These shorties were getting toppled over left and right by the mere weight of our cotton plush toys! I laughed, observing from the sidelines with Clayton attempting to hide behind my legs.

One by one the little exes were pummeled off of the catwalk and sent sprawling to the floor. Their mistresses began gathering them up, giggling.

"It's time for Sasha's present!" I heard someone declare.

My brows raised and I observed my girls collecting their leashes and men together. As I watched, the men were stacked on one another and bound together carefully by the leashes until a makeshift throne of little human bodies had been created.

I was touched!

"Have a seat, queen Sasha!"

"This is all thanks to you!"

"We love you, Sasha!"

Smiling, I scooped up Clayton and held him against the side of my breast with one arm, as one would a pet.

"What a lovely gesture, ladies," I said as I stepped up onto the catwalk. The girls cheered, while the snugly-entwined men apprehensively observed my approach.

The ladies whooped and cheered as I stood before the "man-made" structure.

"Let's see just how long their structural integrity holds up," I murmured, amused, and inciting a bout of laughter from the surrounding partygoers.

The men shivered as they observed me turning to lower my massive, magnificent buttocks onto them. I eased my way down, carefully gauging how much weight they could withstand in their current formation. They began crying out, moaning, and whining underneath me as my ass settled on their backs, chests and faces heavily.  

There was a round of applause as I relaxed, smiling, onto my throne.

Still, our pets were dwindling due to their out of control sex drives, and this was an extremely easy method of setting that off.

Not even ten seconds later, I could feel the my squirming resting spot beginning to sink and become uneven. I laughed helplessly as my throne gentle toppled apart around and beneath me. Those who could wriggled free of their binds and began to crawl away to their mistresses, while the remaining groaned and tried uselessly to writhe away from the weight of my ass.

Feeling merciful, I rose up off of the weaklings and straightened my shimmering dress. A few of the little ones began pawing at my heels and ankles before they were gathered up by their goddesses once more.

I kept Clayton tucked against my breasts while my free hand fished my monitoring device out of my pocket. The readings were very pleasing.

"I've reached nine feet tall, Clayton," I spoke down to him, quietly, and with a smirk. "That would make you a mere two and a half feet in height. You're practically a doll to me, at these proportions. Did you ever imagine it would be this way?"

His eyes were wide, pleading and enchanted. I had become his world so easily, it almost made me feel sorry for him.

He nearly whimpered to me, "You're so beautiful.." as if it were the only thing he could manage to say.

I was charmed.

The pop of a champagne cork caught my attention. The girls were beginning to drink, spilling amber bubbles onto the heads of their victims as they cracked open and began to devour bottle after bottle.

A few rounds of presecco later, I realized my arm was beginning to tire from holding Clayton up. It'd be too much of an annoyance to keep track of the little whelp if he were on the floor, and I imagined it would be much more likely that I myself might trip over his leash should I try to utilize it at that point.

Instead, I lifted him above my chest and held him to face me. "Time to get tucked in," I slurred, giggling, before I pushed his little body down between my breasts. He gasped and squirmed when he realized he couldn't move, and his squirming only caused him to slip down further so that I could just barely see his face between the walls of my soft flesh.

"Perfect!"

By now, the girls were making up games with their tiny partners. I watched and applauded as a group of the men were tied together and dangled from a rafter by several lengths of interlaced leash. Once they were suspended from the ceiling, the girls interlaced their fingers behind themselves and held their wrists to their lower backs.

With their enlarged chests held out in front of them, the ladies began using their breasts to ram into the little man-piñata, causing the bundle of men to swing from one side of the room to the other.

More ladies gathered, laughing wildly as they stripped off their tops, and some of them their brassieres. The men were batted around helplessly from one side of the room to the other by the merciless, massive breasts of their ex-girlfriends.

My memory begins to fade at this point, I'm afraid, though a few fragments tell me that Clayton ended up shrinking further down into my dress until I couldn't see him for my breasts!

Entry Four
Ah, today was just great. The girls and I have been discussing Clayton's increasingly pathetic state, sharing a stimulating cloud of schadenfreude, and comparing our fantastic figures. Among these gorgeous, powerful women, I always feel like a goddess queen.

We weren't all that far into our conversation today when I happened to notice the shortest man on campus himself wandering by. Speak of the dwindling devil.

"Clayton!" I called, and saw him freeze in place.

After a pause, he looked my way with blatant apprehension on his face.

I smirked and beckoned him over by calling him as one would a pet dog.

"Here boy! Come on over!"

It was obvious he wanted to resist, but even with his focus as it was, he knew not to disobey me. 

The ladies and I giggled as he scurried over to stand, tense and rigid, before me. I already had my monitoring device in hand, and read aloud from its screen. 

"Seven and a half feet as of this morning. Four foot nothing.. Can you guess which of us is which?" I asked, unabashedly basking in my power over him. 

Clayton stared up at me helplessly. It would soon become his signature look.

The girls around me laughed and murmured, a few of them wanting to get in on the fun of teasing the little man before us.

"You used to date this hobbit?"

"He's shorter than my baby brother."

"Soon he'll be able to fit in your purse, Sasha."

We shared a raucous laugh at the idea, as Clayton blushed and cringed further into himself.

"Not a bad idea," I responded. "What do you think, babe? Want to be my little purse bitch?"

His face hardened in a brief flash of defiance as my words hit him. Somewhere, deep down, it seemed my boy still had a bit of fight left in him. How cute.

"Hmm, not yet, I suppose. He remains just a smidgen too tall.. Still, a vertically challenged cutie like this is good for something. Hold still, Clayton. Prepare yourself."

I turned and leaned forward just slightly so that my enormous thighs and ass were now in his face. He went rigid and stared, almost unblinking, at the sight before him.

"Make use of yourself and kiss my ass," I commanded with a smirk. 

The voices of the girls around us rose in laughter, and amusedly scandalized murmuring.

There was a fraction of an instance wherein I could tell some part of Clayton was still trying to fight, but the sight of a massive goddess butt in front of him was far too much for his willpower to overcome.

He launched himself at me, face first, and buried his face in my ass as well as he could manage through the fabric of my skirt and the sheer weight of my cheeks. It actually felt quite nice, in more ways than one, and that pleasure was followed up by the rush of ecstasy I'd since come to eagerly anticipate. 

The girls cheered when they realized what was happening; I was growing again, and Clayton was shrinking before their eyes. My form-fitting clothes ripped in several places but managed to remain on my body, if in scraps.

I felt Clayton's little hands clinging desperately to either side of my hips for a moment, his front resting along the crack of my ass, as he shrank and found himself lifted off of the ground. It tickled, actually.

Laughing, I shook him off and turned to smile down at him. He landed on the sidewalk, his clothes barely hanging onto his tiny frame. 

Again I consulted my monitoring device.

"Let's see.. My, what a doozy. I'm eight and a half feet tall now, and you're down to just three. A whole foot exchanged between us; how generous of you, babe."

Clayton struggled to get himself to his feet and look back up at me, dazed. He clung to his clothes and, thanks to the looseness of them, was able to hide his erection.

"Oh, and you're late for your one o'clock class. Run along, my dear."

It took a couple of moments for the message to fully hit him, at which point he just barely seemed to do as told and stagger away.

We waved him off as he managed to make his way to the next building. It was at that point that a wonderful idea came to mind.

It was time to celebrate.

And also to change clothes.

-

So, I've decided to throw a little party with my fellow blossoming beauties. It's going to be a costume party, and I'm calling it the All-Goddess Soirée. It's going to be incredible. 

All of my lady friends, and their friends--well, those of which had the wisdom to purchase my products--are coming together tonight to celebrate our victories. Nearly every male on campus has been reduced to a near-stupefied weakling, oh, what a glorious time to be alive.

There was a lot of shopping to be done before we could begin setting up the party. I went by his dorm room to retrieve Clayton so he could join me in my acquisition. 

He made no attempts to resist me as I lifted him with my hands around his little waist. Once placed on his dorm room desk top, he was fitted with a bejeweled collar I'd picked up the day before. Then, I clipped on his leash and placed him back on the floor.

His tiny hands studied the collar as he stared at my legs and slowly lifted his gaze up the length of my devastatingly gorgeous form. I thought I heard him whimper.

"Be a good boy today, hm? We've got some errands to run," I cooed to him.

Clayton gave a small nod and crept timidly closer to my legs. I laughed and turned towards the door, lifting his leash to give him a gentle tug.

"Come along."

He scurried along with me as well as he could out to my car. By the time we reached the party supply store, he'd lost a few more centimeters simply from watching my chest as I drove. 

Inside the shop, my boy struggled to keep up with my stride. No matter how much he tried, he simply couldn't match my pace with his now scrawny, almost prepubescent-looking legs. Half of the time it felt as if I were dragging him.

Which I was, actually.

It began to annoy me slightly by the third or fourth shop, how difficult he was making things by being so small and pathetic.

At the height of my irritation, while walking along back towards my car, I jerked on Clayton's leash to send him stumbling forward, at which time I simply turned my nearest leg so that he tripped spectacularly over my foot. He landed on his front and tumbled over helplessly, entangling himself in the length of the leash. 

"Still losing centimeters and continuing to slow me down, Clayton. Tsk tsk. Can't you control yourself just a bit?" I asked, looking down at him and wondering just how much he grasped of what I was saying. I knew he wouldn't control himself even if he had understood; that's why this experiment has worked out so well, after all!

In any case, I'll give him the credit that he did try a little harder to keep up with me after that.

He fell asleep on the car ride home, exhausted from trying to follow his goddess around. Adorable.

While he sleeps it off on my sofa, I'll be getting ready for the party. This is going to be fantastic!

- 

Oh, I love being right. Tonight was completely wonderful! 

My costume was that of an eight and a half-foot tall Jessica Rabbit. I've always admired her style. I had the dress, gloves and heels made with special hyper-elastic fabric created especially for my growing consumer base and me.

In fact, my company is currently in the works for an entire goddess fashion line. Big things are in store, you could say.

The ladies arrived in gorgeous, drop-dead sexy costumes of their own. Nurses, police women, princesses, and more characters from popular media. It created quite the lighthearted atmosphere, as was my intention.

I delighted in welcoming my guests with little Clayton awake and now clinging helplessly to my knees as the beauties made their way inside. He seems dependent on me at this point, as if I'm his entire world.

Not that I mind in the least.

The ladies also brought along their exes, who were all in a similar state, though Clayton was clearly the smallest of them. Still, the more the merrier, and these dwindling boy toys were brought along for one reason and one reason alone: entertainment.

Soon, the festivities were in full swing. Throughout the length of the main hall, a catwalk had been constructed for our use, and the costumed goddesses lined up to parade their exes across it on leashes. (What can I say? I'm a trend-setter.)

The dumbfounded mini-men wandered timidly down the catwalk as they were led, looking up at their mistresses in uncertainty but still too helpless to try and escape them.

Then they games began! Our newer recruits, the shortest among we goddesses, brought in bins of stuffed toys. As the little men obediently marched along the catwalk, we began throwing the toys at them.

These shorties were getting toppled over left and right by the mere weight of our cotton plush toys! I laughed, observing from the sidelines with Clayton attempting to hide behind my legs.

One by one the little exes were pummeled off of the catwalk and sent sprawling to the floor. Their mistresses began gathering them up, giggling.

"It's time for Sasha's present!" I heard someone declare.

My brows raised and I observed my girls collecting their leashes and men together. As I watched, the men were stacked on one another and bound together carefully by the leashes until a makeshift throne of little human bodies had been created. 

I was touched!

"Have a seat, queen Sasha!" 

"This is all thanks to you!"

"We love you, Sasha!"

Smiling, I scooped up Clayton and held him against the side of my breast with one arm, as one would a pet. 

"What a lovely gesture, ladies," I said as I stepped up onto the catwalk. The girls cheered, while the snugly-entwined men apprehensively observed my approach.

The ladies whooped and cheered as I stood before the "man-made" structure.

"Let's see just how long their structural integrity holds up," I murmured, amused, and inciting a bout of laughter from the surrounding partygoers.

The men shivered as they observed me turning to lower my massive, magnificent buttocks onto them. I eased my way down, carefully gauging how much weight they could withstand in their current formation. They began crying out, moaning, and whining underneath me as my ass settled on their backs, chests and faces heavily.  

There was a round of applause as I relaxed, smiling, onto my throne. 

Still, our pets were dwindling due to their out of control sex drives, and this was an extremely easy method of setting that off.

Not even ten seconds later, I could feel the my squirming resting spot beginning to sink and become uneven. I laughed helplessly as my throne gentle toppled apart around and beneath me. Those who could wriggled free of their binds and began to crawl away to their mistresses, while the remaining groaned and tried uselessly to writhe away from the weight of my ass.

Feeling merciful, I rose up off of the weaklings and straightened my shimmering dress. A few of the little ones began pawing at my heels and ankles before they were gathered up by their goddesses once more.

I kept Clayton tucked against my breasts while my free hand fished my monitoring device out of my pocket. The readings were very pleasing.

"I've reached nine feet tall, Clayton," I spoke down to him, quietly, and with a smirk. "That would make you a mere two and a half feet in height. You're practically a doll to me, at these proportions. Did you ever imagine it would be this way?"

His eyes were wide, pleading and enchanted. I had become his world so easily, it almost made me feel sorry for him. 

He nearly whimpered to me, "You're so beautiful.." as if it were the only thing he could manage to say.

I was charmed.

The pop of a champagne cork caught my attention. The girls were beginning to drink, spilling amber bubbles onto the heads of their victims as they cracked open and began to devour bottle after bottle.

A few rounds of presecco later, I realized my arm was beginning to tire from holding Clayton up. It'd be too much of an annoyance to keep track of the little whelp if he were on the floor, and I imagined it would be much more likely that I myself might trip over his leash should I try to utilize it at that point. 

Instead, I lifted him above my chest and held him to face me. "Time to get tucked in," I slurred, giggling, before I pushed his little body down between my breasts. He gasped and squirmed when he realized he couldn't move, and his squirming only caused him to slip down further so that I could just barely see his face between the walls of my soft flesh. 

"Perfect!" 

By now, the girls were making up games with their tiny partners. I watched and applauded as a group of the men were tied together and dangled from a rafter by several lengths of interlaced leash. Once they were suspended from the ceiling, the girls interlaced their fingers behind themselves and held their wrists to their lower backs.

With their enlarged chests held out in front of them, the ladies began using their breasts to ram into the little man-piñata, causing the bundle of men to swing from one side of the room to the other.

More ladies gathered, laughing wildly as they stripped off their tops, and some of them their brassieres. The men were batted around helplessly from one side of the room to the other by the merciless, massive breasts of their ex-girlfriends.

My memory begins to fade at this point, I'm afraid, though a few fragments tell me that Clayton ended up shrinking further down into my dress until I couldn't see him for my breasts!