Chapter 1

“No, no, not that way, Billy!” came Alexandra Stetson’s imperious voice as she peeked around the end of the sofa that she was holding aloft. “You need to turn it sideways like this so that it’ll fit through the door frame!”

“I’m…trying to mom!” replied Billy Stetson through the effort of lifting, frustrated that his stepmom still wasn’t cutting him any slack, even though he was doing her a favor, moving all this furniture around in her house. “It’s just that this sofa…is…a little heavy…ok?”

“Turn it to the left,” ordered Alexandra. “No…no, your other left. Ok, that’s good…now push!”

Billy took a deep breath, positioned his feet, and pushed with as much strength as he could muster. At 5’3, and 130 pounds, and 25 years old, Billy was shorter and smaller than most women his age, let alone the men. He was used to feeling physically inadequate, but he had a plucky attitude, and reflexively resisted any efforts to condescend to him. This made spending time around Alexandra especially trying, since talking down to him had long been one of her particular fortes.

From the combined efforts of the two of them, the sofa squeezed through the door frame, and Alexandra started to ease her end down to the floor.

“Alright, good! That worked — now let’s just set it down here for a minute to rest.”

A moment later, Alexandra and Billy were leaning slightly on opposite ends of the sofa, breathing heavily from the exertion. Billy’s eyes met his stepmother’s; he couldn’t deny that, even in her mid-forties, Alexandra looked pretty good. She had short-cut, jet black hair that she got professionally dyed (since her hair had started to gray from its original brunette), and the color went well with the striking blue of her eyes. Alexandra wasn’t a large woman by any means, but she was nearly the same height as her stepson. At just under 5’3, he only had her by a centimeter or so. But she certainly outweighed him; she wasn’t obese, but she had a healthy 10 or 15 pounds on him.

“Why…are you out of breath too?” asked Alexandra, breathing heavily as she leaned slightly against the sofa.

“Uhh…because I just helped you move a big couch up the stairs?” suggested Billy, feeling a twinge of annoyance. He knew what was coming.

“I know that,” replied Alexandra immediately. “I just think that you probably shouldn’t be so winded after such a short little task. I’m 44, Billy — I’ve got an excuse.”

“Mom!” protested Billy indignantly, drumming his hand on the sofa, “Are you serious? Look at this thing! It’s…it’s a really big sofa, ok?”

“Now Billy,” said Alexandra, inclining her head slightly, “Don’t get all defensive. I know you’re not the biggest, strongest man around, and I know you get touchy whenever I bring this up, but I really think that you could use a good workout routine. Your job is sedentary enough as it is, and I can see you getting a little flabby.”

“Wha—mom, come on!” objected Billy, slumping his shoulders slightly. “You always say this…but two years ago you were saying how important it was that I get a good job, and what did I do?”

“You got an impressive internship at a respected software engineering company,” nodded Alexandra. “You’re full of potential, Billy. No one would argue with that…and if they tried to, I’d shut them down.”

Billy couldn’t help but crack a little smile, even as he blinked slowly and shook his head, staring off into another part of the room. Even though his stepmom always seemed to be on his case about something or other, there was no denying that she always had his back…perhaps too much, actually. A year before, when he had let slip to her that a coworker had teased him about his height, she had actually written an angry email to his supervisor, demanding that the coworker apologize. It had been a bit of an embarrassing episode for Billy, who had wished that his stepmother could just let him deal with things himself. But Alexandra Stetson was not going to sit back and let her stepson operate independently. She had been his primary caretaker ever since he was 5 years old, which is why Billy had always simply referred to her as “mom.”

“But really, though,” continued Alexandra, straightening up, “I worry about you sitting down all day with your face glued to that screen. It can’t be good for your health if you don’t balance that kind of a job with a rigorous exercise regimen. Just because you’re small doesn’t mean you can’t be strong, you know.”

“I know, mom…I know,” said Billy, trying not to sound too tired or irritated. He knew that she just wanted the best for him, and he appreciated the support and care that she gave him. He just couldn’t help but wish, though, that Alexandra would just let him spread his wings a little and venture out on his own. He was already doing pretty well for a 25-year-old. He had that nice software engineering job, and he had recently bought an apartment down the street. Why couldn’t she see that he was perfectly capable of succeeding on his own?

As he continued leaning on the sofa, still catching his breath, Billy suddenly began to feel strange. It began with a slight tingling at the base of his neck that seemed to quickly permeate through his entire body…and accompanying this tingling sensation was the unmistakable perception that his head was starting to feel compressed, like it was being tightly wrapped with rubber bands. His heart, which was already beating fast, beat faster still, and he felt a sudden cold sweat break out on his forehead, which joined the warm beads of perspiration that were already there. His stomach lurched, and for a quick moment, Billy thought that he was going to be sick. He stood up straight and swallowed, his brow furrowing in confusion.

“Are you ok?” came Alexandra’s voice. Billy looked over at her; she was peering at him curiously, her own brow knit slightly in concern. The odd feeling, whatever it had been, was suddenly gone…it had vanished almost as soon as it had come.

“Y-yeah,” said Billy, a little shakily, “Yeah, I’m…I’m fine.”

“Are you lightheaded?” asked Alexandra, taking a step towards him.

“N-no…no, I’m fine, mom…really,” said Billy, holding up his hand as he backed away a step. The feeling had gone, but after it had passed over him, everything seemed…well, just a little different. Billy couldn’t quite put his finger on it. But he didn’t want his stepmom getting all nosy and prodding into his business like she usually did.

“All right then,” said Alexandra, nodding a bit curtly, not having a problem showing that she didn’t appreciate him rebuffing her concern, “So maybe we can move the sofa over against the wall, where it belongs?”

“Uh…yeah, sure,” said Billy. This weirdness was troubling him — what was going on? Billy couldn’t help but think that it was just sitting there, waiting for him to notice, but for the life of him, he couldn’t seem to pinpoint what was wrong. He mechanically went back into motion, helping Alexandra pivot the sofa against the wall, and it was only when they both stepped back, close to each other, to examine how the sofa looked from a distance, that Billy suddenly realized what was wrong. His stepmother had never looked quite as tall as she did now…Billy glanced down at her feet, and saw that she was wearing flats. That wasn’t why she looked taller. He straightened up all the way, standing as tall as he could, but it wasn’t enough. There was no mistaking it — he was looking up at his stepmother’s eyes. He was shorter than her…he had shrunk.

But…no…that couldn’t be. How could such a thing be possible!? Billy felt his heart quicken unpleasantly, though its increased rate was also tinged with a strange, thrilled kind of bizarre excitement, as he glanced side-eye at Alexandra, determined not to give anything away. She had been staring straight ahead the whole time, stroking her chin with her hand.

“I don’t know,” she was saying, “I’m thinking maybe the stark black doesn’t go so well with the cream-colored walls.”

“Uhhh…maybe not, yeah,” said Billy hollowly, not really knowing what he was saying. He was trying to covertly measure himself up to his stepmother, to make sure that he wasn’t losing his mind. He backed up slightly, pretending to turn his head a little to look at the sofa; what he was actually, doing, however, was gauging his own height against hers. Yes, there was no doubt — her shoulders were just about even with his chin. Billy had been taller than her ever since he had turned 17! How could it have been possible that, in the span of a couple seconds, he had shrunk down…?! By at least a couple inches, at that!

“Now, see, but if you go over here,” continued Alexandra, striding over to the wide-bay windows on the other side of the room, “The natural light really makes the black cushions stand out…and I think, from this angle at least, that it works really nicely.”

“I’m…uh, yeah, I think it does too,” said Billy, blinking and wiping his brow. He felt like he was sleepwalking through a surreal landscape…he had just shrunk!?!

“You don’t even know what I’m talking about!” chided Alexandra, putting her hands on her hips. “How can you agree with me if you haven’t come over here to see how the light looks from this angle?”

“I…uh, y-yeah…yeah, sorry,” muttered Billy, shuffling over to where his stepmother was standing.

“I don’t want you to just tell me what you think I want to hear, Billy,” Alexandra was saying, shaking her head at him, “I genuinely want your input here! If you’re just gonna parrot back what I’m saying, then you can just go on back home.”

“Ok, ok, mom, geez, I’m sorry,” said Billy, putting up his hands. He took a deep breath, fully intending to rally himself and keep up the facade of normalcy, at least until he could figure out what the hell was going on. But as he drew in his deep breath, he found himself noticing the thick curves of his stepmother’s thighs, readily apparent in the skin-tight jeans she was wearing. They just looked…bigger to him…and somehow more solid. And it wasn’t just her thighs…his eyes darted upward, drawn by the slight bounce and jiggle of Alexandra’s large breasts, which were stretching the confines of her red blouse. Billy had known that his stepmom had big boobs ever since he had overheard one of his high school classmates talking about how big they were one day. Billy hadn’t said anything to this classmate, but the words had echoed in his head ever since:

‘Have you guys seen the jugs on Billy’s mom!? Wwwwwoowwww! Ms. Stetson’s got some tanks!’

Billy had always felt slightly nauseated by the thought of his stepmom being sexualized, especially by boys his own age…but for some reason, his classmate’s words came back to him suddenly, right in this very moment. Alexandra’s breasts looked…well, very big. Bigger than usual.

‘Of course they look bigger,’ said Billy to himself, feeling irritated at the sudden and strange places his mind was going to, ‘And of course she looks bigger in general…it’s because I shrunk! It’s as simple as that.’

He quickly reminded himself, however, that he needed to keep up his front of normalcy, so he turned toward the sofa, putting his own hand up to his chin as he pretended to analyze the lighting. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his stepmother watching him.

“I mean…I don’t know,” he mused, trying to buy time with filler words. “Like…I can see what you were saying before, you know? About how the sunlight, uhh…hits the black cushions and all? It’s just…hmmmm…I’m not sure. Maybe the colors work just fine?”

His mother didn’t respond immediately to him, and so he turned back to look at her expectantly. She was standing there, staring at him, her mouth pursed and slightly twisted, with an odd and curious look in her eyes. Billy became afraid — she had noticed something. He knew it. He had to somehow distract her.

“Like, I don’t know, mom,” he continued, walking away from her and going toward the opposite corner of the room. “If you stand by the window, the sofa looks pretty good…but if you stand over here…I’m not so sure. It looks a little out of place, I think…color-wise, at least.”

Alexandra slowly walked toward where Billy was standing, her eyes never leaving him. Her movement was all under the pretense of looking at the furniture from Billy’s perspective, but at this point, he could tell that she was just trying to get a closer look at him. Before she got too close, Billy was on the move again, going to the third corner of the room. He was running away from her, but he had to disguise it somehow.

“But over here…haha, I mean, we have a whole other situation going on,” he laughed, trying to make it seem like he was getting into the lighting scheme of his stepmother’s upstairs bonus room. Billy could tell that she wasn’t buying it, but he had to keep trying. “There aren’t any windows over here…and…and it’s not on the opposite wall, either, so you don’t get the, umm…the reflective light coming in off the opposite, uhh…wall.”

“Billy,” said Alexandra, the sudden emphasis in her voice more proof than Billy needed that she had noticed something about him. She had turned and was striding towards him again, although this time, her strides had more purpose. Once again, Billy noticed the thick, powerful curve of his stepmother’s thighs, stretching through her jeans as she walked towards him…and the bounce and sway of her chest, as her large breasts jiggled and quivered under her red blouse.

“And I really don’t think, though,” Billy persisted, turning to escape to the last corner, and feeling the heat rising in his neck and face as his stepmother approached, “That we can say anything until we’ve looked at it from all four corners of the — ”

“Billy!” Alexandra exclaimed even more flatly than she had before. She reached out and grabbed his arm, preventing him from escaping.

Billy knew why she was accosting him this way, but he kept trying to fake his way through the adversity, furrowing his brow and opening his mouth in complaint:

“Mom! What’re you doing!? What’s up with you?”

“Hold still,” she commanded, standing up to her full height as she took his other arm in her grasp, squaring him up to face her directly.

“Uhhh…what are you doing?” Billy repeated, feeling the stark reality of his situation swallowing up his attempts to resist. His heart was truly racing now.

“Stand up straight, Billy,” said Alexandra, shaking him slightly by both shoulders. “As tall as you can.”

“Mom…what is this?” he asked lamely. It couldn’t have been more obvious what it was about. He was staring straight into her chin. Quite obviously, she was at least a couple inches taller than him.

Silently, Alexandra extended her palm across the top of his head, and then brought it even with her chin, measuring his height against hers. Billy said nothing — there was no hiding the fact of what had happened now. All he could do was look up into his stepmother’s striking blue eyes as she looked down on him wordlessly. The seconds passed by with agonizing slowness, and Billy began to actually worry that his usually-snappy and quick-witted stepmother was taking too long to respond. It was also that look on her face, and in her eyes…a curious look, one that was deep and impenetrable…and impossible for him to evaluate.

“Come on,” she said suddenly, seizing him by the hand as she strode out toward the door.

“Wh-wha…? Wait…wait, mom!” he protested, actually stumbling a little from the sheer force and pace of his mother’s momentum. She was stronger than he remembered. “Where are we going!?”

“Where do you think we’re going?” she responded immediately. “To the doctor. You just shrunk, Billy.”

“I…I what?” he asked, trying one last time to downplay what was happening as he moved his legs quickly to keep up with his stepmother, and to prevent her having to drag him.

“Don’t play games with me,” snapped Alexandra, pulling him down the stairs and making a beeline for her car. “You know as well as I do what’s going on.”

“I…mom, what?” Billy kept on. They were at the car now, and Alexandra suddenly loosed her grip from Billy’s hand, sending him lightly careening into the side of the car.

“I’m taller than you, Billy,” declared Alexandra emphatically, once again stepping up close to him, more or less pinning him against the car as she measured his height with her hand again. “And it’s by quite a bit, too. You shrunk…like 10 minutes ago. And we’re going to the doctor, right now, to find out why. Now get in the car. I’m driving.”

Billy didn’t have a choice — he was literally and metaphorically cornered. Sighing, and blinking at the ground, he rounded the car, opened the door, and got into the passenger’s seat. It wasn’t lost on him that he had to hop up a little to even get into the car itself.

About an hour later, Billy was sitting on the doctor’s exam table, his shrunken legs swinging slightly off the end, as he hunched his shoulders in perplexed concern, waiting for the results of the blood tests that the doctor had just performed. The exam-room official measurements showed that he was now only 5 feet tall, even, and weighed 120 pounds. Alexandra sat in a chair by the door, staring straight ahead, her lips pursed, evidently deep in thought. It was a tense situation, and neither of them spoke.

A soft but firm knock came at the door, and it opened straight away. Dr. Bassett walked in with a clipboard. She was Billy’s primary care physician; he had been seeing her regularly for checkups ever since he was 10. She was a few years older than Alexandra, but just like her, Dr. Bassett had aged well. She had long, wavy blond hair that spilled down the back of her white lab coat; her rectangular glasses lent an additional prop of authority to her already-confident gait and complexion. She wasn’t wearing heels, and didn’t need them, standing at 5’8.

“So,” said Dr. Bassett, immediately setting the tone with the single downhearted syllable. “The preliminary blood work has come back, although, of course, we’ll need a few days to get the true results back in full.”

“Uh-huh?” said Billy expectantly, wishing that he could have been acting braver in this moment. The truth, however, couldn’t be avoided. He was scared.

“And…well, we’re not really sure what has caused this…reverse growth spurt to occur,” said Dr. Bassett, looking from Billy to Alexandra, and then back to Billy. “There are several possibilities that we’re exploring, like amino-protein receptors misfiring, for instance, but it wouldn’t really do to go into them in too much detail right now.”

“B-But…uh…ok, I mean…ok,” said Billy, discombobulated and nervous. Dr. Bassett had always looked huge to him, since she had been 5 inches taller, but…well, this was the first time seeing her in his shrunken state. The office nurses had taken all his measurements, not Dr. Bassett. And now that he was seeing her in person, he felt terribly intimidated.

“Is there anything else you can tell us?” asked Alexandra, her voice maintaining a remarkable calmness despite the situation.

“Well, there are some indications that we could talk about,” said Dr. Bassett, turning to face her. “Although, again, we’re not exactly sure of anything at this moment.”

Alexandra nodded, indicating that she should continue.

“I don’t want to discourage you, Billy,” Dr. Bassett said kindly, with a definite touch of pity as she turned back to face him, “But I wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’t tell you the implications of what we’re finding so far.”

“O-ok?” he said, his mouth going dry.

“From the protein disarray we found in your blood, combined with some irregularities in your hemoglobin charts, there’s good reason to believe that this wasn’t your last…shrinking episode.”

“What!?” cried Billy, now making no bones about showing how he truly felt. “B-But…but that’s crazy! You mean…I’m gonna keep shrinking!?”

“There’s no way to tell for sure, Billy,” said Dr. Bassett in a soothing voice, taking a step closer to him (and seeming huger to him in the process), “But yes — those are the biological indicators we’re working with right now.”

Billy looked in wide-eyed shock at his stepmother, who returned his shock with a long, deep look from her blue eyes. She was surprised too, yes, but there was something else going on inside her head that Billy couldn’t quite put his finger on. She was looking at him closely, almost studying him, like she was trying to decide what she was going to do next in regards to him. Billy found himself wishing, for once, that she would overreact about his condition — if she had cried, or had an angry outburst in response, it would have been somehow easier for him to deal with than seeing her sitting there quietly, just watching him closely. He felt little chills go down his spine, and he didn’t know why.

But all of these thoughts flashed through his head so fast that he wasn’t even fully aware of having them. On the surface, he was too busy being shocked that the doctors not only didn’t know what was going on, but also were fairly confident that he was going to get even smaller.

“Can you hop down from the table for me for a moment, please, Billy?” asked Dr. Bassett in a kind voice.

“Be careful, please,” warned Alexandra as Billy jostled himself slightly to get down. It was a more complicated task than it had been before, but not complicated enough to elicit that kind of comment from his stepmother.

“Mom,” he said irritatedly, “I’m literally just getting off the table. I’ll be fine.”

A couple seconds later, he was standing before Dr. Bassett, feeling smaller than ever. He was staring straight into the top of her rather large chest, and he couldn’t fail to notice that the top of his head barely even came up to her chin. She had always looked big to him — but now, she looked positively enormous.

“Fascinating,” muttered Dr. Bassett, taking note of the height comparison for a few long moments, before she brightened up again, smiling down at him.

“Ok, well that’s all for today, Billy,” she said genially, bending down slightly to speak to him. “Try not to worry, ok? We’ll see you again in a few days. In the meantime, of course, if you experience another episode —”

“We’ll call you straight away,” finished Alexandra, who was already swinging on her purse. She reached out her hand, taking up Billy’s unwilling hand in her own. “Come on Billy,” she said, “Let’s go.”

A few minutes later, in the car, Billy broke the awkward silence between them.

“Um, so…ok, mom, you’re…dropping me off at my place, right?”

“Excuse me?” she asked, implying that he had just proposed something ridiculous.

“I’m…a little exhausted from all this, to be honest,” said Billy genuinely. “I kinda just wanna go back to my place and take a nap…and take it easy.”

“You have to be joking,” replied Alexandra, shaking her head as she watched the road. “Leaving you all by yourself the same day something like this happens? Not on my life. You’re coming back home with me, where I can monitor you.”

Billy turned to look at his stepmother incredulously. He was an adult! She couldn’t treat him like this!

“Monitor me!?” he exclaimed.

Chapter 2

“And she said that he’d keep shrinking!” Alexandra was saying animatedly into her phone as she drove back home, with Billy sitting sullenly in the passenger seat with his arms crossed. It had been hard enough when he was just dealing with his stepmother’s overprotectiveness…but Alexandra’s mother getting in on the act!? It was the last thing Billy needed right now. He just wanted to get back home to his apartment to collect his thoughts. But Alexandra’s voice was blaring in his ears.

“Are you kidding, mom?” she was saying. “Of course you need to come over and see! You don’t believe me? Come over and see for yourself. We’ll be there in ten.”

She hung up, sighing and shaking her head. “Can you believe it?” she asked Billy, readjusting herself as she continued driving a little erratically, clearly flustered. “She doesn’t believe me!”

“I…yeah, mom, I actually can,” said Billy, staring out the window. “This isn’t the kind of thing that happens everyday, you know.”

“Now there’s no reason to get smart,” Alexandra tutted, taking a wide left turn at an intersection. “You know that your grandmother and I are only so attentive because we care so much.”

“Mom, I know, you always say that,” sighed Billy, feeling literally and metaphorically trapped in the passenger seat. “You say it so often that I think you both forget that I’m a literal adult who has a job and can take care of himself.”

“Well, evidently not,” countered Alexandra, making another wide turn and diverting the car down another side street, “You’ve developed this condition…god knows why…and so it seems to me that now isn’t the best time to be overly assertive about your independence.”

“Overly assert-” stammered Billy, catching himself and taking a deep breath, before he launched himself into another clash with his stepmother. “Look, I know I’ve got this…thing going on, or whatever. But I feel fine! All I really wanna do is just go home and…and take it easy and collect myself, ok?”

“Well not before Eleanor sees you,” maintained Alexandra decisively. “As someone prominent in your life, who sees you all the time, and who helped pay your way through college, I think she deserves to know when something like this is happening to her grandson. Or am I going too far here?”

Billy sighed again, hating that he felt petulant in this situation. He was already feeling humiliated and small enough, now that he was only 5 feet tall and 120 pounds. He glanced to the side and saw that he had to avert his head slightly up to look at his stepmother’s face. She had her eyes fixed ahead on the road, her lips pursed in determination. Even just watching her like this, Billy felt his resistance wane a little. Was it because he was both smaller and shorter than her now? He really didn’t know…and he really didn’t want to think about it. He sighed again, realizing that he had to get out ahead of this thing and make a compromise.

“Fine,” he declared, sitting up as straight and tall as he could in the passenger seat, “Eleanor gets to…examine me…or whatever it is she wants to do. And then I’m going back home, ok?”

“What about tomorrow?” asked Alexandra, turning onto their home street.

“What…about tomorrow?” asked Billy cautiously.

“You’ve got to call Shanna and tell her you have to take an extended leave…or at least work from home.”

Billy couldn’t believe it — Alexandra was being that blunt!? Talking about what he needed to tell his boss??

“Haha, you’re out of your mind, mom,” laughed Billy, laughing down the strange dread that was creeping inside him. “I’m going to work like normal tomorrow.”

“Oh no, no!” replied Alexandra immediately, shaking her head incredulously as her eyes went a little wider, pulling into her driveway. “No, no, no, Billy! That’s a terrible idea — you can’t go to work normally anymore!”

“Wh-why…why not?!” he asked, still smiling over at her. What on earth was she getting at, jumping the gun like this?

“Because!” she declared firmly, putting the car in park, thrusting her foot down on the emergency brake, and turning the car off as she turned to face him directly. “You’re sick, Billy! And sick people shouldn’t go into work! They need to be taken care of, not worked to death!”

“You’re…haha…you’re waaaayyyyy overreacting, mom!” chuckled Billy, shaking his head as he took his seatbelt off. He was trying and failing not to notice how much larger Alexandra looked in the car seat next to his as she faced him down. To avoid the direct comparison, he simply turned and got out of the car.

“Well when you go waltzing off home,” replied Alexandra, getting out of her own side of the car and rounding to meet him, “And you’re 4-and-a-half feet tall the next time I see you, we’ll see who’s overreacting then.”

“I…mom, how can you be sure I’m just gonna…just gonna keep…shrinking so fast?” Billy’s question trailed off, because he saw his grandmother’s grey 1990 Lincoln Town Car streaking down the street. He felt his heart sink a little; it was impossible not to feel trapped at this point. He was already planning his eventual escape when his grandmother, Eleanor, pulled up swiftly alongside Alexandra’s car and got out, slamming the door swiftly behind her.

“Oh I don’t know,” Alexandra said sarcastically, with a hint of concerned exasperation in her voice, “Maybe because that’s what Dr. Bassett said would probably happen?”

“What did the doctor say?” asked Eleanor, coming up behind her daughter and making a beeline straight for Billy, peering at him through her glasses. She came over to her daughter’s house so often that Alexandra wasn’t even surprised to hear her mother walking up behind her.

“It’s like I said over the phone, mom,” Alexandra said, putting her hands on her hips and shaking her head as she faced back towards Billy. “Dr. Bassett said that there was good reason to believe that he'd have another shrinking spurt really soon…but of course Billy’s just trying to downplay the whole thing, because he’s an adult.”

“I…geez mom, would you just chill out for a minute?” asked Billy. He had noticed that, as usual, his grandmother had on one of her bikini-style tops, which revealed the flesh of her lower stomach, punctuated by the prominent hole of her bellybutton right above the belt buckle of her tight jeans. Billy had to admit that, for a woman who was in her 60’s, Eleanor had somehow still managed to hold onto her figure.

“Let me get a good look at you,” said Eleanor, advancing on him. Billy watched her approach, standing with his hip slightly cocked to the side. He knew that he had to present a strong exterior to his grandmother, or else she, just like his stepmother, would start walking all over him. But at 5’5, Eleanor was a couple inches taller than her daughter, and currently 5 whole inches taller than Billy. As she marched up to him, she seemed bigger and bigger to Billy, and he involuntarily backed away a bit.

“Hold still,” said Eleanor, actually reaching out and grasping him by the shoulder. “Let me see what we’re looking at here.”

“Gosh, no need to…Eleanor!” complained Billy, again feeling slightly absurd because of the situation he was stuck in. “You don’t have to hold me like I’m gonna…run away or something.”

“You looked like you were about to run away,” replied Eleanor immediately, her eyes going up and down his body. “Oh my god,” she murmured, her greying eyebrows furrowing together, “Billy! Look at you! You actually ARE smaller!”

Billy rolled his eyes as Alexandra came up behind her mother. “What did I tell her, Billy? After all these years, she still doesn’t listen to me.”

Eleanor didn’t seem to be paying attention to Alexandra. Instead, she had extended her hand over the top of Billy’s head, measuring it against her own body. Billy couldn’t help but notice, as he looked down, that Eleanor’s belly button was level with the top part of his stomach. He felt his grandmother’s palm graze the top of his head, and he felt a wave of humiliation pass over him.

“Not even up to my eyes!” exclaimed Eleanor in wonder. “This is…this is actually real, Billy!”

“Yep, it’s real,” he said dryly, looking anywhere but up into her face.

“Like…you were always small to me,” Eleanor continued, “But now…gosh Billy! You’re a little shrimp!”

Billy’s nostrils flared a little and he blinked into the distance, sighing out as he braved the situation and looked up into his grandmother’s face. Her penetrating eyes, a slightly deeper and striking blue just like her daughters’s, narrowed slightly over her still-ample breasts. Even though Billy was trying to face the circumstance head-on, there was no getting past the raw power of his grandmother’s scrutinizing stare — the fact that she was a full 5 inches taller than him was certainly not helping things.

“Well it’s nice to get that diagnosis,” Billy replied sarcastically as he stared up at her. He turned to Alexandra. “Ok, she saw me — can I go now?”

“Wait, wait!” exclaimed Eleanor, this time actually shooting out both of her hands, one to each shoulder, completely encompassing them both in her palms as she held him fast, “Let me actually look at you, Billy!”

“You already looked over me and came to the conclusion that I was a “shrimp,” so…I think we’re done here, ok?” said Billy, not bothering to hide his exasperation now. At least Alexandra would usually hide those kinds of thoughts, when she had them. Not so with Eleanor. Billy could always depend on her to speak her mind, whether warranted or not.

“Quit trying to squirm away from me and just hold still,” commanded Eleanor, tightening her grip on his shoulders and shaking him slightly. Billy was momentarily surprised; Eleanor definitely seemed more pushy than usual today…he knew that he could escape from her hold if he really wanted to (at least, he was pretty sure he could, at this point), but he didn’t want to cause a scene. He had to just stand there and take it.

“I’m just…good grief, Billy,” Eleanor was saying in amazement, her mouth open as her eyes continued to study and take in his new size. “It wasn’t just your height either! Look at your arms! You’ve always been really skinny, but now…! God, Alexandra, are you seeing this!?”

Eleanor took up one of Billy’s forearms in her hand and wrapped her fingers around it. Her fingers were able to touch at his wrist, and she went up his arm, still trying to keep her fingers locked. She was able to get about a third of the way up his forearm before she had to stop.

“Haha!” she chuckled in wonder, her eyes looking down at his, searching them out, as she shook his forearm with her hand. “This can’t be real, Billy…look how tiny you are now!”

“He’s been trying to downplay it all morning,” said Alexandra, coming around behind her mother and staring down at her stepson. “He wants to just go back to his place and…and get this, mom — he wants to go to work tomorrow!”

“He what!?” cried Eleanor, dropping Billy’s forearm as she put her hand up to her forehead. “Just like…like nothing happened!?”

“Mmhm! Sounds like straightforward denial to me,” nodded Alexandra ruefully.

“It’s not denial,” declared Billy stubbornly, folding his arms across his chest as he puffed himself up and stood up as high as he could (trying to help himself feel bigger, but in vain). “It’s just that…my job won’t be affected by a…by a little height reduction!”

“And size reduction,” added Eleanor, indicating to his whole body with her hand. “You really don’t look like a man to me anymore, to be honest.”

“Well, not that he ever looked like one all that much before,” chimed in Alexandra.

“Mom! God, come on — would you guys just give me a break!?” Billy demanded. He was almost there…he wasn’t going to take all of this much longer.

“What? I’m just being honest,” said Alexandra genuinely, without a hint of the mockery or teasing that Eleanor was invoking. “And anyway Billy, as your mother, it was always going to be hard to see you as fully grown-up anyway.”

“But now that he looks like this?” said Eleanor, again indicating to Billy’s body. “Yeah…now it’s impossible to see him like that. And if you keep getting smaller, well…it’s only a matter of time, Billy, before you can’t function like a real adult, anyway. I think your mother is right — you need her to take care of you.”

“Well as much as I appreciate the offer,” countered Billy, reminding himself to be as calm and respectful as possible, “If it’s true that I really have some kind of chronic…condition…then I’m going to need to learn how to take care of myself with it. You know?” He was already moving towards his own car in the driveway. He had done it…he had managed to squeeze himself out of the exchange.

“Well, no, actually,” said Alexandra, with her and Eleanor turning to slowly pursue him. “If you have a chronic unknown condition, it means that you — ”

“I know what you’re gonna say, mom,” interrupted Billy, opening his driver’s side door and stepping inside, “And my response is: we’ll see who’s right. You think I'm gonna shrink again. I don't. Guess we’ll see who’s right soon.”

With that, he slammed his door shut, not too hard, but with enough force to communicate to his mother and grandmother that their attempts at controlling his life had been shut down. He started pulling out of the driveway, but Alexandra ran up to his window and started hitting on it with her palm. Billy flirted with the idea of totally ignoring her blatant pleas, but he finally relented and rolled the window down, huffing an exasperated sigh.

“What is it, mom?” he asked bluntly.

“So you’re just…gonna go into work tomorrow, then?” she asked, her fingers fidgeting nervously with each other.

“Well…yeah!” answered Billy, arching his eyebrows. “Yeah, I am. I see no reason not to, mom. Dr. Bassett didn’t say this…this thing was, like, contagious or anything. She didn’t tell me to ask off work. So I’m going, ok?”

“Bad idea, Billy, bad idea,” warned Eleanor, joining Alexandra by the window and shaking her head. “You don’t have to try to impress us, you know, just because you’re so small now.”

“She’s right, you know,” added Alexandra in a more concerned voice, peering anxiously at her stepson. “You don’t need to prove anything to us, Billy. We…we already love you, just the way you are.”

“I…look mom…thanks, ok? Really, I mean it. I appreciate it, ok? But…I…I just need to make these choices on my own, alright? If something happens at work, it happens. And I’ll just…I’ll deal with the consequences as they come, ok? You just really need to…to cut me loose a little, mom. I’m not trying to be ungrateful here. I just need to live my life.”

His mother looked so concerned that Billy felt himself beginning to feel bad for merely sticking up for himself and his own autonomy. So he added a quick “I love you! Talk to you soon!” before he rolled his window back up, backed out of the driveway, and drove down the street to his apartment. It wasn’t lost on him that he had to slightly adjust the driver’s seat to accommodate his shorter body.

Now alone in his own apartment, Billy looked at a few things for work, before settling into his comfy sofa to play some video games, sighing in relief at last, even as he pushed the surreal, worrying reality of his new “condition” into the back of his mind. So something outlandish had happened…so he had mysteriously lost a few inches…so what? If he thought back to that moment it had happened, the beating heart, the flashing sweats, the sickening lurch in his stomach, Billy could feel himself starting to feel anxious. It certainly had not been a good feeling when he had gotten smaller, and if Dr. Bassett was right, that was what he could look forward to again.

“But she doesn’t really know,” Billy reassured himself out loud as he played his games. “She said…it might happen…or she thought it might happen. Doesn’t mean it will happen, though.”

Billy was more exhausted than usual — generally, he went to sleep in his bed, but this particular time, as the night wore on, he found himself peculiarly fatigued. He didn’t even feel like he had the energy to get up off the sofa to walk to his bedroom. And so he laid down on the sofa, trying to cover himself with pillows for extra coziness. The lower part of his legs stuck out towards the end of the sofa, but that was pretty much it. The rest of his body was snuggled under the pillows. He closed his eyes, and was almost instantly asleep.

He dreamed that night, but of what, he was never able to recall. All that he knew was that he was waking up slowly, slower than usual, and feeling like someone who has recently come out of anesthesia. Billy’s entire body felt exhausted, but yet still, strangely, he felt safe. Warm and cozy. Gradually, he realized that he was moving his eyes around — they were open, but he wasn’t seeing anything. A stab of panic seized him, but almost immediately, it evaporated away, like an icicle held up to a flame. He was on his sofa, under all those pillows! That was why everything was so dark!

But something else was going on…what was it? It was hard to pinpoint, but something felt decidedly different than when he had fallen asleep. A few dark, silent minutes passed by before Billy realized that it was the coziness. His entire body, limbs and all, were under the pillows, all warm and toasty. When he had fallen asleep, his lower legs had been sticking out of the pillows. That could only mean…

Billy leapt out of his warm pile of pillows and swung his feet down to the floor. In the process, though, he nearly face-planted off the sofa itself, because his feet, which he had expected to touch the ground, had not. Billy found himself actually falling down a few inches towards the floor, and he landed with a stumbling thud, barely able to keep his balance as he staggered across the floor. When he managed to right himself and stand up straight, the truth became plain: he had shrunk again, and this time, it hadn’t just been 3 inches. Everything, from the sofa to the TV to his video game console to the height of the ceiling itself…looked larger. In the back of his head, Billy knew that his ceilings were normal height, but to him now, they looked like those high, fancy ceilings in mansions.

He rushed to the kitchen, where a tape measure was in the “knick knack” drawer, where he stored everything that didn’t have anywhere else to put. He was distressed to find that he had to actually stand on tiptoes to examine the contents of the drawer itself. Finally locating the tape measure, he stood barefoot up against the wall, his heart thumping in his chest as he carefully made sure his measurement was accurate. The labor and care of the measurement itself was serving as a kind of ironic distraction from the sickening dread that would have been coursing through him: Dr. Bassett…and his mother…had been right. moments later, he had empirical proof.

“4-foot-6!?” he spoke out into the still air of his apartment. His voice sounded odd…was it a bit higher? His body definitely looked smaller…he had lost more weight; there was no question about that. For minutes on end, Billy just stood there gaping, half-committing to going back to bed, or to calling his boss…he had no idea what to do.

‘What am I doing?” he said aloud suddenly, straightening up. “I..I feel fine. So what if I’m…a little smaller? Nothing else has changed! I’ll find something to wear, and I’ll just…go to work!”

Billy knew that he was acting irrationally — he knew that the right thing to do would be to call Dr. Bassett immediately and then go straight to the doctor’s office for inspection, and probably for more tests. But Billy, generally good about making thoughtful life choices, balked at this one. If he did all that, it would mean admitting that Alexandra had been right. It would mean admitting that her micromanaging of his life was somehow justified. And he wasn’t anywhere close to being willing to concede that to her.

Half an hour later, a tiny figure in oversized clothes could have been spotted shuffling quickly into an office at the Braden, Inc software engineering firm. Billy was careful not to be seen by any of his colleagues, most particularly his boss, Shanna. His job usually didn’t involve lots of personal interactions anyway, so Billy was hoping that he could last a while before anyone found out. His aspirations of secrecy, however, were crushed five minutes after he sat down at his desk (with his feet dangling off the floor).

“Stetson!” crackled Shanna’s voice over the intercom, scaring him out of his wits and setting his heart pumping uncomfortably.

“Uh…yes?” he asked, pressing the intercom button.

“Pop down to my office,” came Shanna’s voice, “Gotta review a few glitches on the JavaScript you wrote for the last program.”

Billy winced and exhaled. This was the last thing he had wanted to happen. But what choice did he have? A minute later, he was pushing the door of Shanna’s office open, and there she was, standing there in her full brown business suit, her arms folded across her impressive chest, staring down at him like…like she expected exactly what she saw!? Billy was taken aback; he had been preparing himself to respond to Shanna’s shock and surprise. But now that he was being met with her slow, analyzing gaze, he didn’t know what to do, so he simply stood there, his oversized khakis rolled up around his ankles and hopelessly bunched up around his shriveled legs, his loafers looking like clown shoes compared to his stature.

“Huh,” said Shanna, breaking the silence as she strode over, going deliberately slowly as she began to circle Billy like a shark. “She wasn’t lying, heheh…good god, just look at you.”

Billy was about to ask “who” hadn’t been lying, but now Shanna was standing directly in front of him again, her hands transferred from a folded position to her thick, wide hips. Shanna, like Dr. Bassett, was already a relatively tall woman, at 5’8, and she too liked to wear heels. Today, she was wearing a pair of 3-inch pumps that boosted her up to 5’11, a full 17 inches taller than Billy was currently. He found himself staring straight into the top of her stomach — he had to actually raise his eyes to look at the underside of her boobs. Before he knew it, Shanna had reached out her arm, measuring the height of his head with her outstretched hand. Both of them saw that the top of his head didn’t reach the highest extent of her prominent cleavage.

“Unbelievable,” Shanna muttered. “And to think, you thought you’d try and sneak this by me.”

“N-no, Shanna, really,” began Billy, feeling strangely apologetic even though he knew he didn’t have anything to apologize for, “I just thought that I needed to get straight to work to get the next program all sorted and—”

“Ok, ok, geez,” said Shanna, holding out a quieting hand that was as high as his face, even though her arm was at a resting right angle. “Did shrinking make you more talkative too? I knew you were going to try and sneak in today.”

“Wha…? How?” asked Billy.

“How do you think?” came his mother’s voice from behind him. Billy shut his eyes, wincing again, and in tandem, Alexandra shut the office door. Billy turned to face her and saw that she was wearing a bikini top and tight jeans…her bellybutton was now even with his nipples.

“Now, since I was obviously right about everything,” Alexandra said, advancing on him, measuring the top of his head over and over again against the top of her shoulders for emphasis. Billy could only stand there and take it.

“I think it’s best,” continued Alexandra, looking up over his head to his boss, “For Shanna and I to discuss your situation.”

Chapter 3

Billy felt completely trapped in between his stepmother and his boss as both Alexandra and Shanna closed ranks, boxing him in between their larger, taller bodies. Billy felt the back of his head lightly squished by Alexandra’s breasts as she walked forward into him, pinning him down by placing her hands on his shoulders. At the same time, Shanne was taking slow, deliberate steps forward, her heel-augmented 5’11 frame absolutely towering over Billy’s recently-shrunken 4’6. His boss stopped right in front of him, putting her hands on her hips. It was stunning, and slightly nauseating, for Billy to realize that he actually had to look up to see Shanna’s breasts, as he was now eye-level with the top part of her stomach.

“There, I’ve gotcha,” declared Alexandra, her hands tightening down on his shoulders. “Just in case you were planning on running away.”

“Mom I’m not…I’m not running anywhere!” protested Billy, trying to squirm free of his stepmother’s grasp. “I can…have a normal conversation, without you…holding me like this!”

“Well I’m not so sure Billy,” replied Shanna, cocking her head down over her breasts so that she could get a good look at him. “Apparently you’re suffering from this…unknown condition…god knows how it’ll affect your behavior.”

“Oh but don’t try to tell Billy that,” remarked Alexandra, massaging Billy’s shoulders as she spoke over his head in a mocking tone. “He’s a big boy…he’s an adult…who can look after himself. Isn’t that right, Billy? Isn’t that what you were saying yesterday?”

“I can still…look after myself!” countered Billy, feeling ridiculous and juvenile as he struggled to get free. The irony wasn’t lost on him that he was squirming around like a child in order to get free of Alexandra’s grasp and thereby prove that he could have an “adult conversation,” but…well, Billy didn’t really know what was happening in his head in this moment. He just knew that he needed his stepmother to quit holding him down there like he was a little child.

“Well clearly you’ve been doing a fantastic job!” joked Alexandra, shaking her head up at Shanna. “One night at your place, after you insist that everything is fine, and you shrink down half a foot! Yeah, your track record isn’t too impressive so far, Billy.”

“Your mother is right, you know,” said Shanna seriously, pushing her glasses a little further down her nose as she looked at him. “I don’t think you’re treating your…condition…with the gravity it deserves.”

Billy was opening his mouth to retort, but he heard Alexandra suddenly speaking over him, the vibrations of her voice going through her breasts and into his head.

“So why should we even waste our time arguing with him about this?” Alexandra asked Shanna directly. “Let’s hash this out, Shanna, just me and you. What are Billy’s options as far as working from home?”

“Well, thankfully a lot of what he does could be done from home,” mused Shanna, scratching her chin as she turned and walked back around to her desk. “But there is the problem of his desktop still being here in the office. A lot of what Billy works on is on the CPU in his office.”

“Couldn’t we just…somehow move his computer into my house, then?” asked Alexandra, finally releasing Billy’s shoulders as she walked up to Shanna’s desk, leaning down over it as the two of them talked. Billy just stood there, his mouth agape, having to take a few moments to process the absurdity of what was actually happening. Both of them were just…deciding his future for him…while he was standing right there! The disrespect and disregard for his own wishes and desires was positively preposterous and maddening! Billy was so shocked and discombobulated that he wasn’t even able to utter a sound of protest for a few long moments. But when Alexandra had mentioned moving his work computer to her house, he managed to find his voice again.

“I’m not moving my computer to YOUR house, mom!” he declared, unconsciously stamping his foot a little to convey his outrage at the mere idea. Alexandra closed her eyes and sighed as Shanna hung her head loosely in annoyance. Both women turned to look at him, and their twin annoyed glances made him feel smaller and more child-like than he had felt thus far in the situation.

“YOU were SO certain that your condition was nothing to worry about,” replied Alexandra matter-of-factly, not moving from her position as she addressed him firmly. “You were POSITIVE that you weren’t going to have another shrinking spurt. You were MORE than confident about your ability to live on your own in your apartment. You COMPLETELY ignored my advice. And look at you now. Who turned out to be right, Billy?”

“I d-don’t think that —” he began, but Alexandra cut him off, repeating her question more emphatically.

“WHO turned out to be right?”

Billy knew that he had to give ground on this question, or he wasn’t going to get anywhere. He slumped his shrunken shoulders and sighed out his response:

“You were, mom, but —”

“Not buts!” she interrupted, shaking her head. “You’ve already proven yourself to be inadequate to the task of taking care of yourself in your condition, so I’m making the executive decision that you will be living with ME now.”

“Y-you…you c’can’t just —” Billy tried to begin, but Alexandra had already turned back to Shanna, ignoring the rest of what he was going to say.

“So anyway,” she said, rolling her eyes at her stepson’s stammering attempts to argue, “Do you think we could arrange a delivery of Billy’s desktop CPU?”

“There’s not really any precedent for that, at least as far as this company is concerned,” pondered Shanna, who was also ignoring Billy, “But I don’t see why we can’t make it happen. I’ll just let management know what’s going on, and it really shouldn’t be much of a problem.”

“Excellent!” said Alexandra crisply. “Thanks so much for being flexible on all this, Shanna. I know it must have come as a nasty shock that Billy has suddenly become so…compromised. But I really appreciate your willingness to work with me here and do what you and I both think is best for his health, and for the good of the company as a whole.”

“Well I’m just glad that you called in advance,” said Shanna, casting a censorious eye down at Billy. “I’m not a fan of my employees sneaking around, hiding vital medical information about themselves that might interfere with their ability to do their job.”

“B-but I can DO my job the same as I could bef —” stuttered Billy, but Alexandra had already put her big hand in his back, and was marching him out the door.

“Thaaaaank you Shanna,” she trilled over Billy’s objections. “You have my number — call me directly if you need anything. I’ll be checking in with you regularly for updates about his performance.”

“I’ll look forward to talking with you,” answered Shanna, waving goodbye. She didn’t even have any parting words for Billy — at this point, he realized that his stepmother had become the channel through which Shanna would communicate with him. He was flabbergasted how everything could possibly be moving so fast…and in the wrong direction, too! How could they not understand that he was still a perfectly functional and capable employee!? He was a software engineer, not an athlete who depended on his body to perform!

But he may as well have been arguing against the tides, since Alexander was firmly escorting him out of his building. This was NOT the morning he had envisioned when he had gone to sleep the previous night. It all seemed like something out of a bad horror movie…a surreal nightmare that was uncannily realistic enough to be mistaken for actual reality. But there it was: the sunshine on his face, the rising and falling of his chest as he heaved frustrated, struggling breaths, the slightly perfumed smell of his stepmother above him as she manhandled him into her car…this was no dream.

“I’m so embarrassed by that ridiculous show you put on back there!” scolded Alexandra as she started her car. “Shanna and I just want what’s best for you, and that’s how you behave in response!? By throwing a temper tantrum and stamping your feet like a little child!?”

“I w-wasn’t…stamping my feet!” countered Billy, a little uncertainly. He had been so mad that he wasn’t even sure how he had behaved.

“You most certainly were!” responded Alexandra immediately, “And anyway, the real kicker is that you showed absolutely NO respect to your own mother, who, by the way, has already shown that SHE knows what you need.”

“And what is that, mom?” asked Billy sarcastically. He hated that his revert to sarcasm sounded petty and immature, but at this point he didn’t even care. He was so frustrated by his stepmother’s shameless usurping that he didn’t feel like he was capable of anything other than passive-aggressive acerbity.

“Well for starters,” snapped Alexandra, suddenly reaching her arm over and up towards his far side. Billy shrank away from her grasp, not knowing what she was up to, but quickly realized the meaning of her motion. Alexandra had grabbed his seatbelt and pulled it over him, snapping it in place with a smart “click.”

“See, that’s a perfect example of what I’m talking about,” lectured Alexandra, shaking her head as she pulled the car onto the road. “You’re so distracted by your own pride, your own determination to convince everyone that you can take care of yourself, that you forget to do EXACTLY that.”

“I…was gonna put it on,” said Billy, the uncertainty in his voice apparent despite his words.

“Uh-huh, sure you were,” tutted his stepmother, her tongue in her cheek as she proceeded on down the road. “Just like you were going to take such good care of yourself without me and your grandmother to tend to you. How’s that working out for you?”

“I…look, mom,” argued Billy, finally sensing that he was alighting upon an actual argument, “It’s…it’s not a question of me “taking care” of myself, ok? I mean…if I had been staying with you last night, I would’ve shrunk all the same!”

“Are you sure about that?” asked Alexandra immediately. “Do you know that for a fact?”

“Uhh…well, not for a fact,” answered Billy, feeling deflated as Alexandra began poking holes in his argument, “But it’s, uhh…I’m sure it’s true.”

“You’re sure it’s true,” repeated Alexandra, clearly with the intent of exposing the fallacy of his words. She slammed on the brakes, a little dramatically, as the car ground to a halt at a red light.

“Let me tell you something Billy,” Alexandra said firmly, turning in her seat to face him. His stepmother was around 9 inches taller than him now, and even sitting down, he felt her looming over him. “I’m not sure about ANYTHING regarding your condition, do you understand? Anything less than a wholehearted admission of uncertainty here is, frankly, ludicrous. And dangerous. Dr. Bassett doesn’t know what’s going to happen…I don’t know what’s going to happen…and YOU don’t know what’s going to happen. All I can say is that everything points to you getting MUCH smaller VERY soon. And I find it ABSURD to think of you living by yourself, with no one to look after you, when, at any moment, you could suffer another shrink spurt. Imagine what would happen if you were driving, Billy! Or cooking something that was suddenly out of reach!? You’d burn your entire apartment complex down! I know this isn’t easy for you, but honestly, none of this is easy for anybody. It’s time that you swallow your pride and accept that you’re lucky enough to have a family who will take you in.”

“Fine, ok, gosh,” mumbled Billy, folding his arms in irritation as his stepmother bore down on him. He hated to admit it…but she was right about almost everything she was saying. He couldn’t accept that, though. He couldn’t so easily just admit that everything she said was completely valid — he had to somehow find something he could quibble with, if only to remind himself that he was still an adult individual who could be correct about some things.

“But…uh, just so you know,” he said after the light had turned green, “I think that my, uh…my shrinking is probably over. Or, at least…it’s not gonna happen again the same way it did last night.”

“Oh you don’t think so?” asked Alexandra, her eyes on the road, “What on earth could be giving you the confidence to be able to say such a thing?”

“I don’t know,” answered Billy, shrugging his shoulders with his arms still crossed, “I just…it just feels that way to me, is all. And I know my body, mom, ok? I know it better than anyone else.”

Alexandra only responded with a chuckle and a condescending “Ok Billy.” The rest of the car ride passed quickly by in silence. When they got to Alexandra’s home, Billy came out of his pouting reverie to ask what he thought were sensible questions.

“But…mom,” he said, “All my…uh, all my stuff is at my place. Don’t we need to, um…stop by there first?”

“Oh I don’t think you need to worry about any of that,” remarked Alexandra drily as she looked up over Billy’s head. He suddenly became aware of the sound of another car pulling into the driveway, and he turned to look; his insides sank. There was Eleanor’s old car again, pulling into Alexandra’s house…and by the look of it, there were a lot of things packed into her back seat.

“Perfect timing!” Eleanor sang out into the air as she got out of her car. Billy swallowed audibly; his grandmother was wearing a tight black long-sleeve crop-top that looked like it ended about 3 or 4 inches above her belly button. Billy had never been altogether comfortable with his grandmother wearing this kind of revealing clothing, but now that he was 11 inches shorter than her, the overall effect of her skimpy wardrobe choices was that much harder to ignore. She looked intimidating.

“So our little guy took the news ok?” Eleanor asked cheekily, striding straight up to Billy and putting her hands on her hips.

“Oh god no,” laughed Alexandra, shaking her head. “Just like I told you he would be…almost kicking and screaming through the whole thing. But Shanna and I reached an agreement, without Billy’s help, of course.”

“It’s really too bad that your mother is having to deal with this attitude of yours,” said Eleanor down to Billy, shaking her finger at him. “On top of having to deal with a son who has a mysterious disease, and all the worry that causes, she has to deal with him pitching a fit every time she tries to help him!”

“I didn’t pitch a fit,” muttered Billy, not being able to avoid noticing how close his grandmother’s belly button was to his nipples.

“Well all I can say, little squirt, is that you should be thankful that you have such a kind, loving, and caring mother to look after you,” admonished Eleanor, her belly jiggling a little as she continued to shake her finger down at her grandson. “It looks really bad when you take her for granted, you know.”

“That’s exactly what I was saying to him before,” remarked Alexandra. “Maybe since he’s heard it from both of us now, it’ll get through his thick skull.”

“Well the rest of him isn’t looking so thick,” chuckled Eleanor, reaching down and pinching his shoulder in between her fingers. “Golly, Billy, look at that! Your shoulder is tiny! It feels like a kid-sized tennis ball!”

“Would you please quit touching me?” asked Billy as politely as he could. He realized that he was not doing himself any favors pouting around, and so he had decided to try and go the more mature route, standing up for himself firmly, but without any immediately apparent attitude.

“Sure I’ll quit touching you,” mocked Eleanor, running her fingers down his small arms as she pinched them as well, “As soon as you quit behaving like the Incredible Shrinking Man.”

“Ahaha! Oh mom!” laughed Alexandra, clearly finding Eleanor’s remark quite funny as she went around to her mother’s car, opening one of the back doors.

“It’s just…it’s just so craaaazy!” Eleanor was saying, now bending down to feel up Billy’s chest with her much larger hands. “You’ve always been a shrimp, Billy, but this is just getting ridiculous! Did you shrink again!?”

“N-no I didn’t,” he said uncertainly, trying to back away from her touch. But she kept step with him easily, finally backing him into the brick wall of Alexandra’s house. Standing up to her full height, Eleanor once again drew her palm across the top of Billy’s head, delighting in how it didn’t even come up to her shoulders.

“Look at that…Jesus!” she exclaimed. “Haha, I just can’t get enough of that!”

“I know you’re enjoying yourself mom,” called Alexandra from the car, “But could you come help me carry his things? I don’t think Billy’s gonna be much help himself, you know?”

“W-wait a minute,” said Billy, everything suddenly clicking as he recognized some of the t-shirts that Alexandra was holding, “That’s…that’s my stuff!”

“His body may have shrunk, but his brain certainly has not!” announced Eleanor sarcastically, spreading her arms wide (and in the process making her body appear that much huger to Billy). “Duh, that’s your stuff!”

“But…so that means…you broke into my apartment!?” he choked, feeling the anger come flooding back.

“I would hardly call it “breaking in,”” chuckled Eleanor, flashing something bright and metal high above his head, “When I literally used a key to unlock the door.”

“Why do you have a key to my apartment?!” Billy demanded, getting red in the face. He knew that his overt anger was compromising his earlier promise to himself to contain his emotions, to rise above the whole situation, but the sense of violation in this case was too great.

“We both have keys,” said Alexandra matter-of-factly from the car, “I made sure to have them made as soon as you moved in there.”

“But you…you had no right to do that!” cried Billy, clenching his fists down by his side. “That’s just…classic you, mom! Infringing on my privacy for no reas—”

“And that’s classic YOU,” countered Eleanor, putting her hands on her hips and staring down at him over her breasts, “Maligning your mother when she’s just trying to keep you safe. And I’m not even speaking for myself here, Billy…but I don’t need to. I know how much we do for you, and unfortunately, by this point I’ve learned…learned to…um…to…expect nothing more than…”

But here, Eleanor trailed off. The reason why wasn’t a mystery to Billy, but the immediacy of what was happening utterly focused his attention, like a suddenly-hardened icicle piercing through the middle of his heart. He was shrinking again. He knew it because of the telltale sense of cranial compression that rapidly spread to his entire body, merging with the tingling at the base of his neck and the accompanying wave of sudden nausea. But he mainly knew it because Eleanor’s body seemed to be rising up above him, as if it was growing. The slight bulge of her soft white stomach suddenly became that much more prominent in his vision, and as a cold sweat broke out on his forehead, Billy became aware of Eleanor’s belly button slowly creeping up, and up, and up in his line of sight.

“Oh my god!!” Eleanor cried, putting her hand to her open mouth in wonder. “It’s happening again! He’s shrinking! He’s shrinking!! Alexandra!! Come look!! Oh wowwww, look at himmmm!!”

Alexandra had dropped the clothes to the ground and came running, breathlessly arriving next to Eleanor a moment later. In his confused panic, Billy looked up desperately at the two of them — his stepmother’s eyes were wide, and her mouth was slightly open in a clear expression of concern. His grandmother’s eyes were also wide, but unlike Alexandra, Eleanor’s expression was not one of overwhelming concern. Instead, she looked utterly, hungrily fascinated…almost elated…and unquestionably entertained.

A couple seconds later, Billy’s nausea passed, as did the tingling and the overwhelming sensation of compression. It no longer appeared to him that Eleanor or Alexandra were growing; his shrinking spurt had stopped. But to his horror, Billy was now met with the shocking realization that he was staring straight into the middle of his grandmother’s soft, white, exposed stomach. The top of his head barely brushed the underside of her breasts. Since Eleanor was the one standing directly in front of him, Billy found that her body totally filled his field of vision. Swallowing out of the sheer fear of the enormous size difference, Billy hazarded a glance down, and was stunned to find that Eleanor’s belly button was now just below his chin.

“Oh my goodness!” whispered Eleanor in unadulterated awe. “This is incredible! Look at…look at this, Billy!” She drew her hand over the top of his head again, and marveled at how her hand was even with the very bottom of her breasts.

“Can you believe that, little guy!?” she persisted, her eyes wide in fascinated glee, “The top of your head barely even touches the bottom of my breasts now! And holy…hah! Oh my god you’re staring straight into my stomach now! How’s the view down there, shorty?”

As a joke, Eleanor made her belly flesh undulate a little in Billy’s face, teasing him with its rippling, fleshy contours. Billy would have taken a step back in awed fear, but he already had his back against the brick wall.

“How are you feeling, Billy?” asked Alexandra, who had already fetched his tape measure from the car. She too was fascinated by what had just happened, but there was a bit more softness in her approach.

“I’m…I’m fine,” he said shakily.

“Yeah? No lingering pain? No dizziness? Well that’s good,” Alexandra said, extending the tape measure out carefully next to him. Billy had the sudden urge to run away, but he just stood there, accepting the measurement. Not only did he want to know how much he had shrunk, but he also knew that if he took off, Eleanor and Alexandra would easily catch him.

“My god,” whispered Alexandra, showing Eleanor the measurement. Eleanor’s eyes went even wider, and her mouth dropped open in shock as her eyes shifted back to Billy, far down below her.

“Wh-what’s what’s it say?” ventured Billy, feeling his stomach dropping to his feet.

“You aren’t even 4 feet tall anymore, Billy,” declared Eleanor softly, but with a kind of decisive firmness that somehow hit harder. “You’re 3’11. Three foot eleven, Billy.”

Billy stared straight ahead into his grandmother’s stomach, and it seemed to swim before his eyes. This couldn’t be happening. He couldn’t be that small. It was crazy…insane…madness. There was just no way!! The soft flesh of Eleanor’s stomach jiggled in front of him as his vision sharpened again, as her belly button lingered strikingly before him, just under his chin. If he slouched a little, it was even with his mouth…or even his nose.

The sound of his stepmother clearing her throat made his eyes shoot back up. Alexandra had joined Eleanor in putting her hands on her hips.

“So,” Alexandra began, tilting her head to the side, “What was that you were saying before? About being sure you weren’t going to shrink again?”

Chapter 4

For several long moments, Billy was too stunned to answer. He was too preoccupied, and too overwhelmed, by the sheer size of Eleanor and Alexandra, who were both looming over him, hands on their hips, completely engulfing him in their shadows. Eleanor had just teased him with the purposeful, rippling undulations of her stomach, and Billy had been forced to recognize that his eyes had latched helplessly onto his grandmother’s belly flesh as she teased him. Billy had wanted to look away — he had wanted to shut his eyes tightly and pretend that this was all just a bad dream. But instead, he had felt his eyes widen on their own accord, in some kind of twisted, perverted fascination with his grandmother’s exposed belly. The dark hole of her belly button was lying in wait, just at his shoulder height, and Billy could feel a kind of pull coming from it, a kind of gravity well that was psychically pulling him in. He fought not to look down, and instead made due simply by staring up helplessly at his two caretakers.

“Well?” asked Eleanor with a dash of forceful humor. “Aren’t you going to admit it?”

“Ad…admit what?” stuttered Billy, trying and failing to latch onto some confidence in his voice.

“That your mother was right…again,” said Eleanor, taking an imposing step toward him, her hands still on her hips. Billy couldn’t help but notice, as much as he fought it, that as Eleanor stepped towards him, her exposed stomach quivered and jiggled with her movement. She wasn’t fat by any means, but she definitely was sporting an obvious amount of pudge, especially in her stomach area. The fleshy weight was such that her belly button was quite deep, and even as Billy glanced slightly down at its incoming depth, he was anxious to realize that, despite being so close to it, he couldn’t see the bottom.

“We’re not trying to lord any of this over you, Billy,” added Alexandra, coming up behind her mother and flanking Billy from the other side. “It’s just very important that you realize, that you acknowledge, that the way you’ve been treating this condition has been at best irresponsible, and at worst utterly reckless.”

“I…haven’t been reckless, mom!” protested Billy, wishing that his voice hadn't gotten a bit higher with his shrinking spurts. “I’ve just been…uhh…I mean, look! Can’t you cut me a little slack!? I have this crazy condition that I’ve never even heard of and didn’t even know was possible, and…and you’re both still just…just harping on me, over and over!”

Billy had worked himself into a bit of a lather as he spoke, and he could feel his face getting a little red as he made himself madder and madder. This was all so crazy, everything that was happening to him…why did Alexandra and Eleanor have to just use it as an opportunity to boss him around even more!?

“See that?” chuckled Eleanor, pointing down at Billy as she shook her head and turned to Alexandra. “That right there. He still thinks everything’s normal. He’s acting like he’s not the size of a fourth-grader.” She suddenly put her hands on her knees and peered down at him, crouching into an obviously-condescending position. “Everything’s not normal, Billy,” she said emphatically down at him, with a twinkle in her eye and the slight curve of a smile at the corners of her mouth. “You can’t pretend, in that high little voice of yours, while you stamp those tiny little feet, that we still need to treat you like an adult.”

For emphasis, Eleanor stood up to her full height once again, this time actually stretching her arms up over her head as her belly flesh pulled and stretched in Billy’s face. He felt his mouth go dry as he took a step backward…directly into the legs and midsection of his stepmother, who didn’t budge. He was noticing it again…Eleanor’s belly button, which appeared to yawn and expand as his grandmother stretched her body out. Billy felt a twinge of something in his crotch. Was he…was he getting aroused by all of this!? There was no way…he shook his head and tried to take his mind off his grandmother’s body, which was difficult, since it completely filled his vision.

“Your grandmother’s right, Billy,” said Alexandra from high above him. Billy turned to look up at her; even though his stepmother was “only” just below 5’3, she was still 16 entire inches taller than him…and far, far heavier.

“This is not the time to go around asserting yourself, brushing things off, and trying to act like you have this condition under control,” continued Alexandra, shaking her head as she spoke. “You’re lucky enough to have two family members who care about you and who only want what’s best for you. And I have to say, it’s not a good look when you snap and bite at the hand that feeds you.”

“Haha, that’s a funny little image!” laughed Eleanor, making Billy turn around to gape at her jiggling belly flesh as she shook with mirth. “Little Billy here literally eating out of my hand…haha, I should try that! Serve your food to you in my hand, and make you actually have to eat it out of my palm…ohhhhh, how ridiculous!”

Billy had no idea how to react to anything his grandmother was saying — it horrified him, yes, but it also made him feel just…so small…so much smaller than he was already feeling in his 3’11 body. The merciless way that Eleanor was getting a kick out of his size, and the persistently jocular way that she was treating the whole situation, was already starting to wear Billy down mentally. He didn’t quite realize it, but subconsciously, he was already starting to feel a bit like a little kid.

“So anyway,” came Alexandra’s stern voice from above, “Will you finally just admit it Billy? Admit that I was right?”

There was no way Billy could see to avoid having to agree with her. As much as he wanted to wheedle out of this one, she had him trapped. He decided to let her have this one, and regroup himself to try and make sure that his mother didn’t totally trample on his liberty. Silently, he bowed his head slightly and nodded.

“And are you going to admit that you could have been killed, or hurt really badly, if you had had a shrink spurt like that when you were, oh, I don’t know, driving a car or something?”

Alexandra was really bearing down on him, and Billy could feel the resentment building in him. Still though, he managed to hold himself together and looked up at her, nodding again.

“And will you finally admit,” continued Alexandra, now folding her arms across her chest, “That you are in no condition whatsoever to take care of yourself, and that you need to just let me and your grandmother see to your wellbeing?”

She had gone too far — Billy had had enough.

“No!” he replied forcefully, actually stamping his foot (much to the delight of Eleanor, whose laughter he could hear in the background). “No I will not admit that, mom! I know that I’m…a lot smaller now and…and everything. But that does not mean that you and grandma can just…just treat me like a little child or something! I’m still a man, mom! I’m still a man, and nothing that you say is going to change that!”

Alexandra had been looking down on him steadily, and steely fire had started to flash in her eyes. Billy could tell that she was getting angry, and he stuck his chin forward defiantly, bracing himself for the inevitable tidal wave of her retort. But instead, a couple seconds later, Billy saw his stepmother’s face suddenly break into a close-mouthed smile…a smile that quickly quivered and wiggled until it turned into a full-blown chuckle. Billy creased his eyebrows together, not understanding Alexandra’s reaction. But a moment later, he could see that she wasn’t laughing directly at him; instead, she was laughing at something directly behind and above him. from the upward avert of his stepmother’s eyes, he knew that Eleanor must have been doing something behind him.

Almost afraid to look, he turned his head around slowly. He felt a sudden chill icicle down his midsection as he realized with horror that Eleanor had snuck up behind him and cupped the flesh around her belly button up in her two hands, so that the belly flesh made a kind of “mouth."

“Why hello there, Billy boy,” Eleanor said in a silly, mock-grownup voice, making her belly button open and close, pretending that it was talking. “What’s this about you being soooo grown up? Real adults aren’t usually face-to-face with me!”

Billy couldn’t believe it — this "mouth" was even with his chin! Had he shrunk again!? He hadn’t felt the telltale feelings of nausea or tingling…so what was going on??

“What? You don’t know me?” continued Eleanor in that same mock-silly voice, “Well let me introduce myself — I’m Dorothy! Pleased to meet you, Billy!”

Billy didn’t know what was more prominent in his mind: his anger and resentment from being humiliated like this, or his growing sense of strange, surreal arousal that seemed to build up inside him whenever his grandmother called attention to her belly button. But how…how was it that high up!? If Billy had just slouched a little bit, he would have been looking directly at it…it would have been eye-level to him.

Glancing down, Billy saw that Eleanor was standing on her tiptoes. He felt a wave of relief pass over him, even as it wasn’t lost on him that all Eleanor needed to do was wear heels and then bam — her belly button would be even with his chin.

“You’re awful quiet for a grown-up,” Eleanor said in her “Dorothy” voice, stepping closer to Billy as she continued manipulating the belly fat around her prominent naval. “I think you’re lying, little Billy! I think that you’re an itty bitty little boy who needs his mommy and grandmommy to take reeealllyyy good care of him.”

“N-no…no,” said Billy weakly, feeling the blood starting to drain into his crotch. He didn’t want any of this…he wanted to run away, to disappear. But he was trapped in between Eleanor and his stepmother, who was shaking with laughter.

“Oh my god, mom!” burst out Alexandra, wiping her eyes with a handkerchief, “You’re just too much! You named your belly button!?”

“And why not?” laughed Eleanor, finally letting her belly fat relax as it fell and quivered back to its normal state. “There aren’t gonna be a lot of people that our little Billy here can talk to face-to-face. So why not just make up a friend or two for him to bond with?”

“Well! You sure do have a curious way of looking at things, mom,” chuckled Alexandra. “And I have to admit, haha, seeing how close your navel was to his face…wow! How about it, Billy? Does that help to emphasize to you how futile your complaining is?”

Billy just stood there fuming, while simultaneously trying to push the arousal out of his brain.

“Billy, come on,” said Alexandra with a bit more sharpness to her voice. “You’re chin-level with your 5’5 grandmother’s navel. Just drop the “adult” act and let’s go inside and get you something to eat. Remember, Dr. Bassett told us that it’s important you keep a good diet going throughout, no matter how small you get.”

Whatever way he looked at it, Billy knew that there was no winning in this situation. He didn’t want to go back into his mom’s house; he didn’t want her to feed him; he didn’t want to have to deal with his grandmother’s constant mockery, and he certainly didn’t want to deal with those weird, unwelcome pangs of arousal that he had felt when staring down at Eleanor’s navel so close to his face. He didn’t want any of it. But in this situation, Billy knew that he was trapped, and that it would only make him look more juvenile and foolish if he continued protesting. And so, with a defeated sigh, he nodded his head and followed in his stepmother’s wake into the house, feeling the huge presence of Eleanor trailing close behind him.

Once inside, Billy went straight to the kitchen, making a beeline for the fridge. He realized that he actually was a bit hungry, and in any case, he didn’t want his stepmother fussing over him too much. He could still feed himself, at least! But as he reached up to open the fridge, the large, manicured hand of Alexandra slapped across the metallic grey of the fridge door.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” asked Alexandra.

“I’m…getting something to eat, just like you said,” Billy answered, making a point to keep his voice respectful.

“No, not just like I said,” replied Alexandra, shaking her head. “I said that I’d feed you. I don’t want you shuffling around in the kitchen, holding knives, turning on the stove, trying to make yourself food, when you’re this small.”

“I…but mom, come on,” said Billy, slumping his shoulders slightly as he found himself slipping back into the old cadence of their exchange, “I can still feed myself. And…and besides…I just want a little yogurt, anyway.”

“Let him open the fridge, Alexandra,” came Eleanor’s voice from behind them. Billy didn’t trust what she was saying — her voice was tinged with amusement. Billy looked up at his stepmother and saw that she was giving her mother a confused look.

“Go on, let him open it,” repeated Eleanor. “Billy’s right — he can still feed himself. Let him get his yogurt.”

Even as he remained suspicious, a suggestion of relief crept into Billy’s mind — was his grandmother actually going to side with him? Was she tired of teasing him, and finally going to just treat him like the adult that he was? It seemed too good to be true, but…

“Hmmm, ok mom,” said Alexandra, blinking softly down on Billy as she smiled slightly, stepping away from the fridge. His stepmother’s smile didn’t make him feel encouraged, but Billy waved away his misgivings, determined to just do something normal himself for once. He reached up to the fridge and pulled, but the door didn’t open. He pulled harder, and it still wouldn’t budge. Alexandra leaned her elbow against the side of the fridge, cocking her eyebrow wryly down at him as she watched him struggle. From behind, Billy could hear the beginnings of Eleanor’s soft, mocking laughter. An image flashed through his brain, totally against his will: his grandmother’s exposed belly flesh, softly jiggling with her laughter, as her navel loomed close to her waistband, an alluring, erotic black hole.

The unwanted image in Billy’s mind made him mad, as did the condescending look that Alexandra was giving him. Gripping the fridge door with both hands and clenching his teeth, Billy mustered his body weight and pulled with all his strength. With a little pop, the fridge door came open, and Billy fell over backwards, landing on his back, directly at his grandmother’s feet. Eleanor arched her neck, staring straight down at him from way, way up above, her face half-visible over the large rack of her breasts.

“Congratulations Billy!” she teased, her voice dripping with condescension. “You opened the refrigerator! Oh, but…better act fast! Looks like it’s about to close again!”

Billy panicked and sprang to his feet; in doing so, he stumbled backward a pace, and he felt the back of his head impinge upon the vast, pillowy flesh of Eleanor’s exposed stomach. Without wasting any time, she grabbed her stomach with both hands, puckering up her belly button again to give him a quick makeshift “kiss” on the neck.

“Mwwah!” she intoned in her “Dorothy” voice. “Quick! The door is closing! Keep it open! Save the kingdom!”

Billy tried to ignore his grandmother’s shenanigans, but it wasn’t lost on him that her teasing went hand-in-hand with the ridiculous situation. He was literally struggling to open a refrigerator…it had turned out to be a far more involved and complex task than he had anticipated. But he bounded across the floor and managed to catch the door right before it sealed shut again.

“Yaaayyyy!” exclaimed Eleanor, clapping her hands sardonically. “He did it! We’re saved!”

“Psssh, good grief, mom,” chuckled Alexandra, shaking her head. Still leaning on the fridge with her elbow, she turned back down to look at Billy. He had successfully kept the door from closing, and now he was swinging it back open. He looked up at the shelves above him, and his heart sank.

‘Shit…the yogurt’s on the top shelf,’ he thought immediately, looking way up. He could see the yogurt containers on the top shelf, almost seeming to wink at him and mock them as they sat there, far out of his reach. Billy knew that there was no way he was going to be able to get to them, at least not without a stepladder. Did Alexandra have one? Surely she did, somewhere in the pantry. But then…well, he’d have to leave the fridge and get it, and by that time the door would’ve shut again, and he’d have to go through the whole ordeal of opening it again, and yadda yadda…through all of these difficulties, he knew that he looked more and more ridiculous with each passing moment.

“Well?” came Alexandra’s voice. “What are you waiting for, Billy? The yogurt’s right there.”

“It’s out of his reach!” laughed Eleanor.

“It’s…I can reach it!” Billy heard himself retort. Why had he just said that!? He knew he couldn’t reach it. But his instinct to reflexively prove Eleanor wrong had gotten the better of him. Still though, he’d give it a try. Standing on his tiptoes, he stretched his arm up, reaching as high as he could go. For a moment, his heart jumped, and he thought that he actually would be able to reach it. But this hope only lasted for an instant, because it quickly became clear that the best he could do was to brush the bottom part of the top shelf with his fingers.

“Ohhh…so close,” Eleanor intoned behind him. Once again, Billy felt trapped. He sighed, putting his feet flat on the floor again as he lowered his hand. He didn’t even want to meet his stepmother’s eyes, but he was still determined to do this himself.

“Is…there a stepladder in the pantry?” he mumbled.

“Yes there is,” said Alexandra.

“Well, could…could you, like, hold the door while I go get it?” Billy hated that he had to ask, but what other choice did he have, other than another embarrassing showing of struggling to open the fridge.

“Oh no Billy,” responded Alexandra, shaking her head down at him, “You said that you were gonna do this all on your own. You said that you could feed yourself, remember? Well, it’s not really doing it on your own if I have to actually hold the door open, now, is it?”

“I…I…ok, fine,” Billy sighed, feeling himself retreat once again. “It…uh, it seems like maybe I need a little more help than I thought I did. I thought…I thought I could reach up there, but…apparently I can’t so, um…so could you get me some yogurt, mom?”

“See?” smiled Alexandra, coming off her elbow and standing at her full height in front of him. “Was that so hard? I’m not asking you to split the atom, Billy. I just want you to have a realistic approach to your situation, is all. And a big part of that is admitting when you need help.”

As she spoke, Alexandra reached up and fetched a yogurt cup from the top shelf, handing it down to him. Billy accepted it, feeling humiliated, but he was distracted by a shadow over him. Eleanor had stepped directly behind him and was reaching out over his body. He again felt the soft flesh of her stomach pressing in the back of his head, and once more, his cock twitched a little in his pants.

“Come to think of it, I haven’t had yogurt in forever,” Eleanor was saying as she reached effortlessly up to the top shelf and nabbed herself a cup. “Little Billy’s a trend-setter, haha.”

“Well knock yourself out,” said Alexandra, grabbing ingredients out of the fridge. “Billy, that yogurt’s just gonna be an appetizer. I’m making you an omelette to go with it.”

“An oml— uh, I…I think I’m good, mom,” said Billy.

“Nope, no arguing this one,” declared Alexandra firmly. “Remember what Dr. Bassett said about keeping up a good diet? Yogurt’s all well and good, but you need more than dairy to keep up your health. I’m gonna make sure you have all the omega 3’s and vitamins that I know have been missing from your diet for some time now. Heck, maybe that’s why you developed this condition in the first place.”

“I…mom, you can’t blame all of this on my…diet!” protested Billy.

“I don’t know,” said Alexandra genuinely, “I don’t know what we can blame it on. All I know is that when you’re staying here with me, you’ll be eating my food prepared how I see fit. Got it?”

“Fine, got it. Whatever,” answered Billy, thoroughly frustrated as he tried a couple times to hop up onto one of the stools by the counter.

“And I can do without the attitude,” Alexandra added, beginning to wash vegetables in the sink.

“Aw, he’s just mad that he can’t reach the stools,” cooed Eleanor. “Here little guy, let me help you.”

Without asking for permission, Eleanor quickly reached down, seized Billy around the waist, and hoisted him up easily onto the stool, using only one arm. Billy had been about to argue with her about it, but an instant later he found himself on the stool, so he knew that he would look stupid if he said anything more.

A couple minutes later, Eleanor had finished her yogurt and was watching Billy work through his.

“You know,” Eleanor mused out loud, pointing her spoon in his direction as she loomed over him in an adjacent stool, “I visited Kimberly at her school during lunch the other day.”

“Oh did you?” said Alexandra, reacting with interest at her mother’s mentioning Billy’s younger cousin as she chopped up more vegetables for Billy’s omelette.

“And just seeing all those 3rd and 4th graders eating…haha, you know, I can’t help but think back to them as I’m watching Billy eat his yogurt.”

“Oh geez, would you please stop with the comparisons?” whined Billy, rolling his eyes.

“Well it’s just true,” replied Eleanor, smiling down at him. “The way you hold your spoon, the way you’re sitting at the counter…haha, your feet dangling off the stool. I’m serious Billy — you look like a fourth grader. And actually, now that I’m thinking about it…I think Kimberly might even be a little bigger and taller than you are now.”

The thought that his 4th-grade cousin might actually be bigger than him shot through Billy like a rocket. He stopped eating and turned to look at his grandmother, who flashed him a toothy grin, her eyes going wide with excitement. The smell of fresh vegetables in olive oil wafted into his nostrils, and the crackling of the food in the frying pan sang in his ears. He was surrounded by it all…all this energy that he couldn’t control. And as he looked into his grandmother’s wide eyes, he couldn’t help but be aware of how much bigger and stronger she was than him…how much her mere presence was already starting to overwhelm him…and most poignantly, how the sexy allure of her stomach and belly button seemed to call to him.

Chapter 5

A little while later, after irritably choking down Alexandra’s omelette (which filled him up way more than he was comfortable with), Billy was lounging on the sofa, scrolling through social media on his phone. Alexandra had brusquely ordered him to take it easy after he had eaten, and for once, Billy had not tried to argue with her. He was feeling out of sorts in nearly every imaginable way, and the amount of food in his stomach, as his small body labored to digest, made him feel sleepy. Billy was trying his best not to think too much about his shrinking condition, but as he scrolled through his social media feeds, it was becoming increasingly clear to him that he would have to turn into a hermit to keep his condition from his friends. He certainly wasn’t ready to deal with the crazy social fallout of being a grown man who had shrunk in a matter of days all the way down to 3’11.

‘But who knows?” he told himself, in a desperate attempt at reassurance, ‘Maybe all the shrinking is over with. And…well, maybe I’ll actually grow back again. I mean, if I can just randomly shrink out of nowhere, surely that means it could reverse and I could just start re-growing, right? Right!?’

He turned the myriad problems over and over silently in his head as he lay on the sofa. Alexandra was bustling around the kitchen, cleaning up, and then gradually, Billy realized that she was on the phone, speaking in a low voice to someone. If he had pursued it enough, he might have been worried who she was talking to. But at this point, he was too mentally exhausted to care. To his great relief, Eleanor seemed to have disappeared. One minute she was there, watching him eat with wide-eyed fascination, a mocking grin curling her lips…and the next, well, she was gone.

“Ok, right, just ring the doorbell when you get here,” Alexandra was saying, coming into the living room, just as she hung up on the call. She looked down at Billy on the sofa, her eyes going left to right, sideways across his body, analyzing him. He looked back up at her expectantly, and a little lump grew in his throat. He felt so exposed in his stepmother’s presence, especially when she was looking down at him silently like that. He considered saying “What?” in a challenging kind of way, but he thought better of it. Instead, he was currently distracted by something else: the unwelcome yet inexorable realization that Alexandra’s body didn’t just look big and imposing…it actually looked…good. Billy felt some strange stirrings in his nether regions, even as he looked back up at his stepmother curiously, trying to act casual and pretend that there was nothing amiss.

“Enjoying your rest, I see,” said Alexandra, clicking her tongue at him. “Finally, you do something I ask of you without a fuss.”

Billy didn’t know how to respond, but he opened his mouth, about to say something that filled the silence between them, but Alexandra was speaking again.

“I’ve been in touch with Dr. Bassett, and she told me how important it was that I keep tabs on your size. You’re not going to make that too difficult for me, are you Billy?”

“I’m…uhhh, what?” he asked, blinking blankly up at her. He didn’t want to hear that his stepmother was going to lord his tininess over him multiple times a day.

“You’re not going to pitch a fit every time I measure you,” repeated Alexandra putting her hands on her hips as she shifted her stance to one side. Once again, Billy helplessly realized how strong and authoritative his stepmother looked in that stance. She exuded…what was it? A kind of alpha power…that made him stumble back in his mind with confusion. He felt the base of his cock start to swell a little in his baggy pants, but he fought to distract himself.

“I…n-no…no I won’t do that,” he muttered. “Um, was, uh…was that Dr. Bassett on the phone…just now?”

“No it wasn’t,” said Alexandra simply, stepping a little closer to him, still with her hands on her hips. “Why don’t you stand up now, Billy?”

“I…uh, why?” he asked, feeling intimidated by his stepmother’s looming form. She was wearing her usual skin-tight jeans, her thighs stretching the confines of the fabric. Billy couldn’t believe how he hadn’t noticed how…curvy his stepmother was. Doubtless, it was just because she looked bigger to him when he was this size, but…damn…her thighs, hips, and ass looked like they were about to tear through those jeans she was wearing. She had on a white blouse today, and her large, rotund breasts were stretching it as well, her long, tight cleavage plainly visible. Billy had long dealt with his friends talking about how big his stepmother’s tits were, but…well, having her looming over him like this, with her hands on her hips, gave Billy a whole new appreciation for Alexandra’s total form. He felt himself get harder, and his heart started beating quicker.

“I said,” repeated Alexandra again, becoming visibly annoyed, “Stand up. I want to do a post-breakfast measurement.”

“C-can’t I just…uh, rest a little more first?” asked Billy, trying to keep his voice light and casual. “I’m…I’m pretty full after that…um, delicious omelette you made me.”

Alexandra let out a short huff of laughter, shaking her head down at him.

“Hah! He’s trying flattery now,” she chuckled. “You can’t lie to me, Billy. I saw how you were choking it down — you didn’t enjoy it one bit. But you ate it, because you live in my house now, and I told you to. Just like you’re going to stand up right now and get measured…because I told you to.”

Billy hesitated for an instant, and then he sighed and stood up, having to make sure that his dangling feet were properly aimed at the floor as he got down off the sofa. He had primarily been worried about his nascent erection being obvious to his stepmother, but he had suddenly remembered, with reassurance, that his pants were quite baggy right now, and that they would definitely hide any half-erection he was having.

Right as his feet hit the floor, however, he felt his cock surge just a bit more, as he Alexandra’s large, warm hands clasped down over his shoulders. She had taken another step towards him, and now he found himself staring straight into her upper stomach. Her white blouse was tight enough on her fleshy body to where he could actually see the slight outline of her stomach muscles directly in front of his eyes. Alexandra had a bit of a fleshy belly, but that didn’t stop her from having lightly defined muscles, with a layer of plush, feminine fat over top them. Billy swallowed nervously as Alexandra’s hands pulled him slowly even closer to her…and he felt his nose actually bump into her stomach, right at her elbow-level. He was trying his best not to look down, but after a couple moments, he simply couldn’t help it. Glancing slightly downward, he saw the gaping outline of his stepmother’s belly button, the void pressed into the white fabric of her blouse, just about even with his shoulders.

“No, no, quit looking around,” came Alexandra’s muffled voice from far above. Billy couldn’t believe it — even though he was standing directly next to her, so close that his nose was actually touching her stomach, Alexandra’s voice was actually muffled in his ears. The reason, of course, was that her big, overhanging breasts were in the way, absorbing much of the sound from her voice that issued forth from above.

“Hold your head up high, and look straight forward,” she continued, reaching one of her big hands down and adjusting his head to her desires. “I don’t want any slouching either, Billy. I wanna get this measurement right.”

Billy suddenly felt Alexandra’s palm sweeping over the top of his head. He couldn’t even see what she was doing; he could just feel it. Several times, her big palm passed over his head, slightly ruffling his hair, and Billy knew that Alexandra was measuring him in comparison to her own body.

‘Why is she doing it this way?’ he asked himself suddenly. ‘Why doesn’t she just…like, measure me up against a wall or something? Why does she have to make a point to compare her body with mine?!’

It was all very frustrating for Billy, but he was too frazzled to realize that his frustration stemmed mainly from his inability to control his arousal in the situation. As he smelled the warm, sweet scent of his stepmother’s musk wafting through his nostrils, and as he felt the large, fleshy presence of her body lightly squished up next to his shrunken form, he couldn’t help but get harder and harder. The fact that she was measuring him against herself, over and over, was just a thick sheen of icing on the proverbial cake. It was all unspoken, but she was emphasizing to him, time and time again, how small he was compared to her. Glancing down again, almost self-destructively inviting himself to get harder, he saw that she had taken a deep breath, and that her lower belly was expanding with her lungs. The impinged void of her large belly button seemed to grow larger though her blouse, and Billy’s cock twitched and pumped itself more rigid with blood as he felt the round, fleshy outline of her navel pressing up against his lower neck, right in between his collarbones.

“Ok…right…there, got it,” said Alexandra from above. Standing in place, she moved Billy back with a gentle but authoritative push with a single hand. Stepping back, Billy saw that his stepmother’s measuring palm was just barely below the fat outlines of her nipples in her blouse.

“See that?” she said, glancing down at her palm, back at him, and then back at her palm again. “See how much you’ve shrunk, Billy? I’m not a tall woman, by any means, and the top of your head isn’t even with my nipples, Billy…my nipples.”

“I…I get that I’m small mom, ok?” Billy muttered huffily, looking anywhere but straight in front of him. “You don’t have to keep rubbing it in.”

“Oh I’m not rubbing it in at all,” she replied matter-of-factly, producing a tape measure seemingly from nowhere and stepping on it, measuring it according to the invisible point she had drawn juste below her nipples. “I just don’t want you to forget why all of this is happening…why you’re here with me, and why you’re to follow my rules. I’m not having you here just for kicks, Billy. This is serious, and I’m going to make sure that you’re well taken care of.”

“Thanks..mom,” said Billy, clenching his jaw slightly. He was annoyed with her for lording all of this over him again, but again, he was actually more annoyed with himself. Try as he might, he wasn’t able to stop focusing on how big and curvy and alluring his stepmother’s body was. It was similar to how he had been feeling about his grandmother, and he simply didn’t know what to do with these powerful and unwanted feelings. Looking up, he saw that Alexandra’s brow had creased, and that she was looking him up and down, an expression of concern dropping her features.

“Where’s…uh, where’s grandma?” asked Billy suddenly, trying anything to take the attention, and the tension, off the current exchange.

“She went to the store,” replied Alexandra shortly, still peering down at him. “Going shopping for something special…what’s wrong with your face?”

“My…f-face?” asked Billy, reaching up and touching it as his organs squirmed uncomfortably within his ribcage. His cheeks felt hot to the touch, and he quickly realized that, in his effort to clamp down on his erection, his face had become beet-red.

“Yes, your face,” repeated Alexandra, now bending down in obvious concern. “You’re bright red, Billy. How are you feeling? Do you have a fever?”

“I’m…I’m fine,” he said shakily, backing away from his stepmother’s outstretched hand. But she reached her other hand out and held him in place, putting the back of her extended hand to his forehead.

“Hmmm…not feverish…just flushed,” she murmured, her eyes studying his face closely. Billy smelled her sweet breath, and felt helpless by the proximity of her head to his. Every part of her was just huge compared to him…even her head. As close as it was, it pretty much filled the panorama of his vision, making him feel more overwhelmed than he already had previously.

Slowly, Alexandra’s eyes travelled down his body, until her gaze alighted on his crotch. Billy felt his breath catch in his throat…she had seen it. His erection was now full-blown, and was visibly tenting his pants. It didn’t matter that they were baggy — at full mast, even the loose folds of his pants couldn’t hide what was underneath. Billy was breathing in and out heavily now, having no idea what to do, and feeling helplessly rooted to the spot, as his stepmother narrowed her eyes at the brazen tent of his erection.

Slowly, her eyes travelled back up to his, and somehow, Billy felt compelled to meet her gaze…subconsciously, he knew that looking away would make him look even more guilty. Powerfully, effortlessly, Alexandra’s eyes held him…for long moments her eyes went back and forth, looking at his right eye, then his left, and then back to his right eye again. She was scanning him, getting a read on him…probing him. And just when Billy was about to open his mouth in desperation to spout out some excuse, he saw his stepmother’s eyes narrow even more at him as she blew out a slightly humorous and put-off exhale into his face. Her lips upturned slightly into something like a sardonic smile…it was like she was laughing silently at him and saying ‘Really? Really, Billy? An erection?!’

Swiftly, Alexandra stood back up to her full height, her large breasts swaying and jiggling slightly as they once more climbed over Billy’s head. Her narrowed eyes still fixed on Billy, that strange, disapproving smile on her face, she brought her phone up to her ear. Billy stood there, unmoving, still having no idea what to do. He wanted to run away, but he knew that such a thing would have just made him look childish.

“Hello? Angela?” said Alexandra into her phone. Billy’s heart sank. “Angela” was Dr. Bissett’s first name.

“Yes, it’s Alexandra Steston…yes…yes, well things have been fine so far…he’s 3’11 now….yes, another spurt just an hour or so ago…and yes, right…no other symptoms…until now. Oh no, nothing like that…but here’s the thing. When I was measuring him just now, he got an erection. Yes…yes, an erection. Haha, yes, I know! Well he’s standing right in front of me now, and he’s still got it. I thought it best just to call you and see…mmhmm….mmhmm…ah, ok…yes….yes I see. Ok….oh-kay…well alright. Yes, I'll definitely keep you posted. Bye now.”

“W-was that…Dr. Bissett?” squeaked Billy, out of sheer desperation to say something.

“It was, yes,” answered Alexandra steadily, staring curiously down at him. Her tongue was working the inner portion of her lower lip. Billy didn’t know what to make of her expression…was she concerned? Irritated? Perplexed? Amused!? It seemed to be some kind of bizarre combination of all of those. And whatever it was, it wasn’t leaving Billy feeling terribly reassured.

“I-I’m sorry, I —” began Billy, but Alexandra simply held up her hand, extending her forearm at elbow-height at a 90-degree angle, right at the height of his face.

“Just…don’t worry about it, ok?” she said, letting out another short little huff on an exhaled snicker. “We’re all…uh..hehe, we’re all out of our comfort zone with this…this condition, ok? So why don’t you just…lay back there on the sofa and get some more rest, ok?”

Just then, the doorbell rang. Alexandra’s eyes went a little wide as she let out a chuckle.

“Haha!” she laughed, tilting her head down at Billy as she walked to the front door. “What perfect timing.”

She pulled the door open to two workers who were carrying something that Billy quickly recognized as his desk.

“Ah yes!” Alexandra exclaimed. “Come on in…here, I’ll show you where to put it.”

“A-actually…I…uh, I’ll tell them where to —” Billy tried to start, but once again, his stepmother cut him off.

“Nope, they’re putting it where I tell them to,” she said shortly. “The last thing I need is for you to have some kind of episode and pass out at your desk without me realizing for hours. No, no, it’s important that we put it where I can keep a close eye on you at all times.”

“But mom, I…I need some privacy to…to do my work!” protested Billy. His attention had been diverted, and his erection had gone down. But Alexandra wasn’t going to let him forget it so soon.

“Oh for work?” she remarked drily, arching her eyebrow down at him. “Is that why you need privacy?”

Billy just gaped at her, unable to utter a reply…and he didn’t get the chance, because his boss was suddenly striding into the room after the two workers carrying the desk. Billy couldn’t help but take a couple steps back. His stepmother looked big enough, but Shanna, standing 5’11 in her professional heels, looked huge.

“Still bitching to your mom, I see,” said Shanna, looking over at Alexandra and giving her a wink. “Good god, Billy, look at you. You’re even smaller already! Holy…haha, wow, look at this!”

She stepped powerfully forward, the long strides of her long, shapely legs taking Billy totally off-guard, and in an instant, his vision was totally filled by the (comparatively) massive body of his boss. He was looking straight into her lower stomach, and Billy couldn’t help but think that, if Shanna’s top had been a little tighter, then he would more or less be staring directly into her navel. That’s how tall, how gigantic she was compared to him.

“Haha, wow, your head doesn't even come up to the middle of my stomach!” laughed Shanna, drawing an invisible line from the top of his head to her midsection. “God, I bet you feel like a little kid next to me, huh Billy? Good lord Alexandra, are you seeing this!? It’s like he’s in elementary school!”

“Oh I’m seeing it,” responded Alexandra over her shoulder, as she directed the workers where to put the desk. “I still can’t believe how much he shrunk, just in that one spurt after that meeting in your office.”

“Geez, you’re telling me!” laughed Shanna, her curvy bulk jiggling and shaking in Billy’s face with her laughter. She backed up a bit and peered down into Billy’s eyes, overwhelming him with the size and power of her presence.

“Now Billy, I know all of this must be disorienting for you,” she said, suddenly business-like, “But, well…there’s a reason why we’re taking the time and trouble to move your desk here.”

“I…uh…yes,” said Billy, not knowing what else to say.

“I still expect you to produce results for the company,” Shanna continued steadily. “If your condition worsens and interferes with your ability to perform your job, then we can cross that bridge when we come to it. But for the time being, I expect you to get some good programming done, ok?”

“Ok…uh, yes…yes, of course,” nodded Billy, trying to sound casual in the decidedly un-casual exchange between them.

“This is what you wanted, Billy, isn’t it?” asked Shanna, standing back up to her full height and putting her hands on her hips. “Wanted me to treat you normally, just like anyone else, right?”

“R-right,” said Billy. Was Shanna mocking him!? He couldn’t tell…she certainly seemed serious. But then it suddenly struck him: why was she even there in the first place? It was just his desk being delivered…why did such a mundane task require the presence of his boss? His heart sank as he realized the truth: Alexandra had told her about his shrinking spurt, and Shanna had just wanted an excuse to come see him…to lord her size over him. This realization irritated him, but it also made him feel another slight twinge in his cock…which, of course, irritated him even more.

“Ok!” said Shanna, clapping her hands together high above him and making him jump. “Looks like we’re all set here. Alexandra, of course, call me if there’s any dramatic change in his…condition.”

“Absolutely, will do,” Alexandra nodded, coming up behind Billy and putting her hands on his shoulders as the workers filed out of the front door. Billy felt the fleshy circle of her navel softly pressing into the back of his lower neck, and his cock twinged again. But with his stepmother holding him fast, it wasn’t as if he could go anywhere.

“I can keep you posted with regular updates, if that sounds good to you,” Alexandra was continuing. “I’m sure, since Billy won’t be down the hall anymore, that you’d appreciate periodic news about how he’s doing.”

“I certainly would,” chuckled Shanna, smiling at Alexandra. “Thanks so much! Talk to you soon…and Billy…” she added, pointing down at him, “Remember what I told you.”

Moments later, Shanna had turned on her heel and gone, closing the door behind her. Billy stood there, staring at the shut door, still not believing how big his boss had been compared to him.

“Well!” exclaimed Alexandra, patting him on the shoulders with both hands before stepping away from him. “Guess you’d better get to work, huh?”

“Y-yeah…I guess so,” said Billy, slinking off to his desk, which had been placed in the den, within sight of Alexandra’s own desk.

“I’ll be checking up on you, ok?” his stepmother added, in a bit of a softened tone. Billy turned around to see her looking at him fixedly. “If you start to feel off, or weird, or bad, I want you to stop working and let me know immediately, ok?”

“Ok, yeah,” said Billy. He felt a pang of thankfulness that his stepmother had him covered — he was at least thankful that he wasn’t in this alone.

An hour or so later, Billy had almost forgotten all that had happened that morning. He had become so engrossed in his work that his condition, his strange erotic feelings, and his dislike for the overall situation at his stepmother’s house all seemed to have faded from his mind. He had become so distracted by his work that he hadn’t even heard the rattling hum of his grandmother’s car pulling up, or the excited intonations of Alexandra as Eleanor came in through the front door.

A couple moments later, Billy hopped down from his chair to use the bathroom. He didn’t even hear the quiet *clack* *clack* *clack* on the floor behind him as Eleanor quietly pursued him. He closed the door, did his business, washed his hands, and opened the door.

His grandmother’s belly button met his eyes, directly in front of his face. Eleanor’s exposed stomach was right there in front of him, filling his vision. Billy’s eyes went wide, and he would have staggered backward if he hadn’t been so stunned. He couldn’t take in what was plainly true: his grandmother’s navel was exactly level with his eyes. Staring down in fear, he saw that she had on a pair of brand-new, shiny black platform heels, which boosted her height dramatically, all the way up to a full 6 feet tall.

“Well hey there, little guy,” intoned Eleanor, arching her head over her breasts to grin down at him, “Looks like you’re eye-to-eye with Dorothy now…and she wants to say hi.”

Chapter 6

Billy immediately felt his cock surge in his pants as he stared forward into his grandmother’s navel. The abruptness of his physiological reaction shocked him, since he had never before become so aroused so quickly by the mere sight of something. But everything about the situation had fallen into place, and in a matter of seconds, he was hopelessly erect. For the second time that day, his baggy pants had failed to rescue him from his lust, as his pants tented outward with the bulge of his length. However, Eleanor was so high up above him that Billy was able to cling to the desperate hope that she wouldn’t be able to see his erection.

“Hellllooooo?” came Eleanor’s mocking voice, in character as her belly button “Dorothy,” scrunching up the pudge around her belly button to form the “mouth.” “Aren’t you gonna say hi!?”

“Uhh h-hi…hi there,” Billy stuttered, blushing a deep red for more than one reason. Of course, he was embarrassed by his erection, but he was even more embarrassed by the speed and ease with which he had slipped into playing Eleanor’s games. It was so incredibly demeaning, and yet here he was doing it: he was actually having an eye-level conversation with her belly button, in order to play along and distract her from his erection. The irony of the whole situation was, however, that the more he played along, the harder he got.

“Oh there he isssss,” laughed Eleanor in her funny “Dorothy” voice, moving her belly flesh up and down and sideways. Billy had to admit that, from his height, staring straight forward into the hole, it actually did look a lot like a talking mouth. He blinked his eyes and shook his head, trying to get out ahead of this surreal experience. And why was he just getting harder!?

“I was starting to worry that little Billy didn’t want to talkkkkkk to me,” whined “Dorothy.” “I could really use a nice make-up kiss to make me feel better!”

“I…w-wait…uh, uh what!?” stammered Billy in alarm, backing up, his eyes going even wider as his grandmother stepped even closer to him.

“Aw come on little guy,” Eleanor chuckled in her real voice, peering down at him over her breasts, “Don’t be so shy around Dorothy! She just wants to be friendsssss, haha. Well, maybe not just friends, if you know what I mean.”

“I d-don’t, uhh…wha—” Billy began, but too late, he realized that he had backed into a wall and had nowhere to go. His words had been interrupted by Eleanor’s statuesque, advancing form; he had underestimated the length of her steps, and suddenly, in a flash, she was upon him. Billy felt the soft, warm pudge of his grandmother’s lower stomach all around his face, and most prominently, he recognized that she had walked her belly button straight into his mouth. He felt his grandmother chuckling delightedly, jiggling her entire frame with her laughter. As she had walked into him, Eleanor had even puckered up her navel into a pair of “lips” for Billy to kiss. He found his mouth overwhelmed with the soft, gently-pressing size of Eleanor’s hole, and it took all his willpower to keep from cumming right then and there.

“Muuuuuah!” laughed Eleanor, miming “Dorothy’s” voice as she “kissed” Billy over and over. “Muah! Muah! Mmmmuuuaahhhh!”

Billy twisted and turned, trying to get away from the inexorable force of Eleanor’s belly button, but she was just too big, and too strong, to escape from. She had him pinned up against the wall, and there was simply nothing he could do about it. All the while, he could feel his blood pumping down, down, down into his crotch, stuffing his cock to an even greater extent. His erection now must have been clearly visible, but from Eleanor’s behavior, it seemed like she hadn’t noticed it yet. At a full 6 feet tall in her new heels, she was too high up to notice it yet, even though she was literally standing directly in front of him. She even stepped in closer, smushing her grandson’s face even further into the hungry folds of her belly button’s “kiss,” and Billy was desperate to realize that his engorged cock was now pressing up against her knees.

“Aw come on Billy,” teased Eleanor, arching her head down at him as her eyes sparkled with amusement, “Don’t be shy! Dorothy doesn’t get out too much! She’s eager for attention!”

Right then, Alexandra walked into the room, glancing over at the spectacle in the corner.

“Oh god mom, now what’re you doing?” she asked, rolling her eyes, even as she stared at the situation with something like amusement on her face. As Billy’s vision was entirely filled by the bottom of his grandmother’s stomach, he couldn’t see Alexandra. But he hoped desperately that she would somehow stop what was going on.

“Just getting my grandson more acquainted with Dorothy!” laughed Eleanor, puckering and unpuckering her belly flesh as she continued to “kiss” Billy. “I figured that, well…there isn’t anyone in the house who can talk to him face-to-face, so it must get pretty lonely down there.”

“So you invented “Dorothy” to talk to him, huh?” replied Alexandra drily.

“Look, she’s not the hottest gal on the block or anything,” retorted Eleanor with mock-sincerity, “But she’s got a good heart and, deep down, she’s just like the rest of us. She wants to be lovvvvvved.”

At the word “loved,” Eleanor had pressed her stomach even harder into Billy’s face, shaking and shimmying her flesh back and forth as she ground herself into him. From Billy’s perspective, everything suddenly went dark, and all sounds became muffled. Crucially, he found breathing very difficult, and any air that he could breathe was from the air pocket that remained from Eleanor’s navel. His cock surged again as he realized that the perimeter of her belly button was literally enveloping his entire face.

“Well, as much as…Dorothy…needs love,” declared Alexandra mildly, “I think Billy might need oxygen…a bit more.”

“Haha, ok, ok, enough love for Dorothy for now,” chuckled Eleanor, backing up a pace, letting Billy catch his breath. He realized that when she had smushed him up against the wall, that her sheer bulk had actually lifted him up off the ground a little, up to his tiptoes. When she retreated, his feet leveled back down, flat on the floor, as he gasped out for air.

“Oh quit being so dramatic,” teased Eleanor, shaking her head down at him. “It’s like you’ve never kissed a girl before, hahaha!”

Eleanor was about to tease and joke around more, but just then she saw it. Her eyes had been traveling merrily up and down Billy’s body, and it took stepping back and actually seeing his full profile for her to realize that he was packing some serious heat in the crotch area of his pants. Billy froze, along with her eyes, as she stared at his obvious erection. For several seconds, and for what seemed to Billy like an eternity, no one spoke a word. Eleanor blinked a couple times, and her eyes narrowed slightly as she peered forward, as if to get a better look. Her mouth was open slightly, and Billy thought that he saw the corners of her mouth subtly upturn a bit as the tip of her tongue issued forth from between her lips, wetting them.

“Yeah, so you’re seeing it too, huh?” came Alexandra’s matter-of-fact voice, cutting through the silence. She was standing there with one hand on a cocked hip.

“Oh yeah,” said Eleanor softly, still wetting her lips a little with her tongue. “Yeah…I’m seeing it alright.”

“Just talked to the doctor about that a little earlier,” Alexandra remarked. “She said…among other things…that we should just keep an eye on it, and note it when it happens.”

“Oh I’m keeping an eye on it,” chuckled Eleanor, her eyebrows going up as she did a couple stomach rolls in Billy’s direction. “That’s…that’s interesting. Verrrrry interesting.”

“Could you quit looking so petrified please, Billy?” asked his stepmother, a little exasperation in her voice. “Your grandmother’s just playing around. We know this is an…odd condition…and an odd situation to be in. But I’d like for you to just relax and try to be an adult, ok?”

“I…b-but…but she’s the one acting all…all…” protested Billy, pointing up at Eleanor, who pouted playfully down in his direction. As soon as Billy raised his voice in protest, though, he realized the hollowness of his words. After all, he was the one standing there with an erection.

“Oh don’t make me say it Billy,” warned Alexandra, shaking her head. “Please don’t make me say it. Suffice it to say, we’ll both be keeping a close eye on you. And if you’re having these particular…symptoms…I’d be highly appreciative if you wouldn’t be all sneaky about it, ok? No hiding symptoms. Because after all, how are we supposed to give Dr. Bissett accurate updates on your condition if you’re being all surreptitious about it all?”

Billy stood there dumbfounded. Was his stepmother seriously telling him to quit trying and hide his erection from them?!

“Promise me Billy,” Alexandra kept on, putting her hands on her hips. “Promise me you won’t try and hide anything.”

“I…uh, o-ok, I promise,” he said, trying to shrug his shoulders. Up until that moment, Billy had no idea how ridiculous he could look, attempting a shrug in front of Alexandra and Eleanor with a big erection blatantly tenting his pants.

“Ok good,” said Alexandra, nodding her head smartly. “Now maybe you should stop working for the day, huh? I know mom’s play has apparently…gotten you a little worked up, so yes, I think it’s best that you go ahead and call it a day.”

“Oh, but…uh, but I hadn’t finished a special project for Shanna yet,” began Billy, but Alexandra was already shaking her head.

“Nope, I’ve made my decision,” she said firmly. “No more programming today. I don’t want you to get overworked.”

“B-but…but…” stuttered Billy, aghast at the speed and ease with which his stepmother was already seizing control of his work life.

“No buts,” finished Alexandra. “How about lounging on the sofa for a bit, hmmm? I’ll make you a nutritious smoothie. Go on now.”

Billy didn’t know why, but he glanced up at Eleanor, who had been watching the whole exchange take place silently. He was discouraged (and aroused) to see that she had her tongue in her cheek; clearly, she was immensely pleased with how everything was going, particularly the presence of Billy’s hard cock pushing into his pants. If she had had power over him before, now that power had doubled.

“Might want to listen to your mother, hrmm?” Eleanor remarked, cocking her head to the side as she did another stomach roll in his direction. Billy wished that she hadn’t developed that nauli stomach technique in the yoga class she took every weekend, and he wished that she hadn’t gotten those heels, and he wished that he wasn’t eye level with that mouth-like belly button of hers…he wished a lot of things weren’t the way they were. But he couldn’t do anything about it. Sighing, he made his way to the sofa, under his grandmother’s humorous stare, and hopped up, having to try a couple times to actually reach the cushions. As soon as he managed to get up, he suddenly felt a wave of nausea, and his eyes went wide. It was about to happen again.

“Oh my god, it’s so ridiculous watching you actually struggle to get up on that sofa!” laughed Eleanor as she walked over to join him. She turned and plopped herself down next to him, and for a moment, even though he was primarily focused on the nausea of another impending shrink spurt, Billy felt the force and weight of his grandmother’s body sitting down next to him. Her big ass created a large indentation in the cushions, and Billy actually slid down it a little, straight into Eleanor’s comparatively huge thigh.

“Ooops!” she laughed, looking down at him. “Wanna get closer to grandma, huh? Haha, well with the clothes I’m wearing today I can’t really….I can’t really…uh…”

But Eleanor was trailing off, because she was looking down at her grandson, and it was quite clear that he was shrinking in real time. Billy was glad that the wave of nausea had passed almost as soon as it had started, but what was happening now was certainly no consolation. Once again, he was experiencing the surreal dysmorphia of quickly shrinking in a world that otherwise stayed the same. But this time, he was actually sitting next to his grandmother…touching her, even…and she could feel it happening.

“Holy…oh my god, oh my godddd!” Eleanor cried, putting her hand up to her mouth like an excited little girl on Christmas. “You’re shrinking again, Billy!! I can feeeeel it!! I can feeeeel you getting smaller against me!! And oh my god, just look at youuuuu!! Look at you go!!”

It was an incredibly helpless feeling for Billy as he shrank against his grandmother’s big thigh, but there was nothing he could do about it except hope and pray that the spurt stopped soon. But accompanying his helplessness was a strange and striking sense of inevitable arousal, a sense of getting more and more turned on the smaller he got. Billy was too focused on his shrinking to analyze this arousal, but if he had, he would have realized that it originated from a genuine, forbidden ecstasy at the thought of being small and helpless next to Eleanor, at the thought of getting smaller and smaller under her wide, delighted gaze, and at the thought that her belly button would seem bigger than ever to him now.

But all of this passed through his brain in a flash, barely perceptible to his panicking consciousness. He saw Eleanor’s thigh appear to rise up next to him, even though, of course, he knew that she wasn’t actually growing. His grandmother’s body heat suddenly seemed more intense as he shrunk into her. Every aspect of her just seemed…well, bigger. He felt her huge hand on his back as he continued to shrink; he could feel her laughter through her hand, and through the jiggling flesh of her thigh and hip.

“Hahaha this is amaaaaaazing!” cried Eleanor, looking down on him with ecstatic eyes. “Your body is literally getting smaller under my hand! I can feel it! Alexandra, it’s happening!!”

Billy’s stepmother had come back in the room in response to Eleanor’s hooting and hollering, and Billy could feel her watching the whole scene closely, standing with her hands on her hips close to the sofa.

“How’s it feel?” Alexandra asked, leaning forward a bit in her strong posture.

“Oh my god, it’s totally awesome!” answered Eleanor immediately. “Come on over here and feel him shrinking too!”

“I was asking Billy, mom,” responded Alexandra shortly. Eleanor chuckled, clearly evincing that she had known the intent of her daughter’s question.

“It f-feels…fine,” Billy managed to say, wincing at the fact that his voice now came out in a higher pitch. He glanced to the side and saw his grandmother’s fleshy stomach tense up a little as she let out another delighted hoot. As she laughed, Billy saw her navel gently shaking and undulating…it was so high now that, with both of them sitting down, it was even with his ribs. He felt his cock surge and twinge, and he turned desperately away, back towards his stepmother.

“His voice!” exclaimed Eleanor, moving her hand off his back now and palming his head. “His little voice!! It went up an octave, hahaha! How adorrrrrable!”

“So…no nausea?” asked Alexandra, ignoring her mother’s antics as she peered in closer at Billy. “No tingling? No pain?”

“I, uhhh…w-well there was a little nausea at first,” mumbled Billy, distracted by everything, and especially his growing erection. “B-but…um…no, uhh…no pain, really.”

“Well that’s good,” said Alexandra, rising back up to her full height. “And it looks like the spurt is waning.”

“Awwwww nooooo!” whined Eleanor humorously, moving Billy’s head around effortlessly with her hand. “But we don’t want him to stop shrinking, do we? You don’t want to stop, do you Billy? Noooooo.”

At the drawn-out word “no,” Eleanor manipulated Billy’s head, making him shake it “no,” back and forth. He knew there was no point in trying to resist her — by now, she had to be at least four or five times stronger than he was…and he shuddered to think how much taller she was now, especially since she was in those monstrous 6-inch heels.

“Well if it takes another shrink spurt or two to wake him up to the reality of his condition,” Alexandra said, “Then I’m all for it. Ok…looks like it’s stopped. Has it stopped, Billy? Do you still feel it?”

“I…uh, I think it’s over,” he answered, making a strong effort to keep his eyes fixed on his stepmother. He could feel the huge form of Eleanor looming on the sofa beside him, and he felt that if he turned to look at her, he wouldn’t be able to control his hardening cock. Right now, he was barely able to contain his arousal as it was.

“Right, ok,” said Alexandra, suddenly business-like, clapping her hands, “Now hop off the sofa Billy. I’m gonna measure you.”

“Y-you’re…what?” he asked in alarm. He knew that he should have seen this inevitable order from his stepmother coming, but in this moment, it was the last thing he wanted to do. He knew his fresh erection would be visible, and even more prominently, he was terrified at how small he had become. He had already only been 3’11 before the spurt. Could it be…that he was actually under three feet now!? He had no desire to find out.

“I don’t see you moving, Billy,” came Alexandra’s voice. “Come on, stand up in front of me so I can measure you! Remember, Dr Bissett said that it’s important we log the new measurement as soon as possible after a shrink spurt. Now come on! Stop wasting my time and hop up!”

Billy knew that it must have been because of his recent spurt, but his stepmother’s voice sounded deeper, louder, and more authoritative in his ears than normal. Alexandra was already an authoritarian presence in his mind, but now that he had gotten even smaller, he actually felt himself reacting physiologically to her voice. He visibly winced and shifted in place, making a reflexive motion to try and bury himself under one of the sofa cushions.

“Aw, look at our cute little shrunken munchkin!” laughed Eleanor. “You’re scaring him, Alexandra!”

“I…what?” her daughter asked, confused.

“Your voice!” laughed Eleanor, wrapping her comparatively-huge hand around Billy’s shrunken shoulder and giving it a playful little shake (which shook the entire rest of his body in the process). “You’re too loud and demanding! You gotta be soft and sweet when speaking to our little man now. His tiny ears can’t take the noise!”

“I…uh, ok, whatever,” said Alexandra dismissively, waving her hand. When she spoke next, however, it was pointedly softer, though no less demanding. “So…Billy? Measurement?”

Billy knew that he wasn’t going to be able to wiggle out of this one, and so, emerging from behind the cushion and heaving a sigh, he threw his legs off the sofa’s edge and made to hop down. The ground, however, looked a lot farther down than he remembered, and he paused at the edge, feeling a little rush of fear.

“Can you believe it?” came Eleanor’s voice from far above, shaking with mirth. “The little shrinkie-dink has to actually plan his descent off the sofa! Precioussss!”

“I…I don’t have to plan anything, ok?” retorted Billy, again wincing at how high and silly his voice sounded. To prove his point, he swallowed his fear and hopped down. It was a successful descent, but he had to stumble forward a time or two to regain his balance.

“Oooo, verrrry convincing!” mocked Eleanor, standing up behind him. Even though Billy couldn’t see her, he felt her looming, impending presence behind him, and it took all his willpower not to turn around.

‘Don’t look at her…don’t look at her,’ Billy repeated to himself, firmly staring straight ahead at Alexandra. But looking at his stepmother wasn’t doing much to help his erection…or his deepening, crushing sense of helplessness and tininess. Alexandra was holding her tape measure, with her elbows at 90-degree angles, and Billy was desperate to realize that, even with her arms out straight like this, they were a good number of inches over his head. If he stared straight forward, he could see that he was looking straight into the V-shape of his stepmother’s crotch. Once again, he felt a lurch in his pants, which by now were literally falling off him. Billy had to clutch them around his shrunken waist to keep them from tumbling to the floor.

“Oh my goodness,” breathed Eleanor from high above behind him. “He’s a total shrimp now!”

“Certainly looks to be, yes,” muttered Alexandra, her eyebrows going up, “But “total shrimp” is not what Dr. Bassett is gonna wanna hear, I think. Come on Billy, over here…come closer.”

Billy did, shuffling awkwardly in his pants as he clutched them around his waist. He hoped his erection would be somehow lost in the folds of his clothing. Alexandra extended the measuring tape out, carefully stood it up next to him, and measured him.

“Ok, 3-foot-1,” she announced, rolling the tape measure back up again. “So that spurt wasn’t as dramatic…which means the next one probably will be, at least according to Bassett.”

It didn’t seem like a “small” spurt to Billy. 3-foot-1 sounded extremely tiny to him, even though there was a strange part of his brain that actually rejoiced that he was still over 3 feet tall. But even as he felt simultaneously disturbed and relieved, he felt two huge hands wrap around his shoulders. Eleanor was bending down so that she could reach his shoulders, and she was turning him around. He shut his eyes, and his body started to shake.

“Hahaha, you can’t keep your eyes open forever, little guy!” laughed Eleanor from somewhere high above. Billy knew she was right, and swallowing his fear down, he opened them. He was staring straight forward into the bottom of the tight black dress that was wrapped around Eleanor’s upper thighs. The top of his head didn’t even reach her pussy. And craning his head up, high, high above, he saw her belly button, looming hugely above him, a full foot above his head.

“Awww, poor Dorothy!” giggled Alexandra, her belly flesh jiggling with her laughter. “She’s soooo much taller than her little friend now! Whatever will she do now?”

Chapter 7

It took Billy a few seconds to realize that he was just standing there, his head craned far up at his grandmother’s navel a foot above him, with his mouth hanging open. Any previous attempts that he had made to disguise how affected he was by the massive disparity in size between himself and his grandmother…well…they had gone totally out the window.

How could they not!? He was staring straight forward into Eleanor’s upper thighs, which looked as full and curvy as ever in that short, sexy black dress that wrapped erotically around their creamy thickness. He didn’t have to think for any more than an instant to realize that one of Eleanor’s legs was now bigger than his entire body put together. And even though there was still a part of Billy that was horrified by all this, he couldn’t help but feel that as he stood there, gaping up at his grandmother’s belly button, that he had never been more aroused in his life. Only his small hands that clutched his now-oversized pants around his waist were saving him from exposing the engorged token of his blatant arousal.

“Awww, itty bitty Billy bumpkin doesn’t know what to saaaaay,” laughed Eleanor, bending down towards him and making a pouting face with her lips. “He’s sooooo small now…yes he is…sooooo short and soooooo little…hahaha, oh my goodness, a couple more spurts like that and I’m gonna have to start squinting to see you down there!”

“I’m…uh…I think y-you’re exaggerating, ok?” said Billy unsteadily, trying to back up a step. Even this simple motion was hard, though, because it felt like nearly everything in him was propelling him forward, closer to that alluring, fleshy expanse of his grandmother’s exposed stomach, an entire foot above his head.

“Exaggerating?” chuckled Eleanor, taking a single step forward. Her elementary motion was so easy, so uncomplicated, so straightforward, and yet to Billy, it seemed like a gigantic statue, with limbs the size of small tree trunks, was suddenly rushing forward toward him — it was scary! For all he could tell, Eleanor was about to crush him, or at least run over him…and he wasn’t sure that he could survive such an impact. He let out a high-pitched little squeal as he shrank backward in fear, at the exact moment that Eleanor’s big thigh lightly connected with the front of Billy’s torso. Even though it was a glancing connection, that was all that Eleanor needed to force Billy backward. Tripping over the loose ends of his own pants, he fell softly onto his back.

“Yeeeeeee!” he squealed, eliciting an uproarious response from his grandmother.

“Are you hearing this Alexandra!?” she exclaimed, her flesh jiggling and shaking with laughter as she bore down on her supine grandson. “He sounds like a little mouse! A poor, tiny little mouse who’s been running from a big, mean cat, and has nowhere to go!”

“Hmm, his voice is definitely much higher-pitched,” remarked Alexandra, standing there with one hand on her wide hip, the other stroking her chin thoughtfully as she stared down at her prone stepson. “No other symptoms, Billy? You sure? All the nausea’s over, right?”

“I…I…,” stammered Billy, looking back and forth between Alexandra and Eleanor as his chest heaved up and down. He was trying to make words, but they were very hard to come by. Never in his life had he felt so completely overwhelmed by two women as he was now…and they were his mother and grandmother. They loomed over him, at this point almost like mountains, and it wasn’t just their height. He had become so small now that he could tangibly feel their size — compared to him, they were so big that every movement, no matter how slight, made a huge impression on him. Alexandra shifted her weight slightly, and Billy saw her large breasts bounce and jiggle with their movement, twin megaliths moving high above him. Likewise, Eleanor peered down closer at him, and as she did so, her exposed belly shook and quivered…and then…undulated. Unlike her daughter, this particular movement from Eleanor was on purpose — once again, she was making her stomach gyrate and billow, sending wave after wave of belly flesh flashing across the panorama of Billy’s vision. And of course, inevitably, this series of crazy movements made her belly button wobble, heave, and oscillate…and to Billy, it was really starting to look more and more like a human mouth.

“Wooowoooowoooo!” laughed Eleanor in “Dorothy’s” voice, as she continued to ripple her belly at her grandson, “He shrunk down again! He got smallerrrrr! Awwwwwooowooowooo, hahaha, I want to play with him sooooo badlyyyyyy…but he’s soooooo far down there! Can we help him up? Can we help him come to us?”

“I d-don’t need help getting up, ok?” Billy managed to say, somehow locating an oasis of resistance within himself. This was all so crazy…too crazy, really. He was having sexual thoughts about his grandmother, for godsakes…and his stepmother too! And…all this belly button fixation…what on earth was going on!? Was he starting to lose his mind along with his size!? Billy resolved to try to stand firm and maintain his control, and even more importantly, his respectability as a man.

Unfortunately for Billy, however, he was so discombobulated that, as he stood up, he forgot to keep his pants clutched around him. Far too late, he realized that in the process of standing up, he was literally rising out of his pants. Only his oversized shirt kept him partially covered, and even then, it wasn’t nearly enough to cover up the truth: his fully-erect cock was pointing straight up toward Eleanor’s stomach, firm and clear for all to see. Eleanor’s eyes went even wider than they had been already, and she licked her lips slowly. Billy found his eyes shifting in a panicked sweep to his stepmother, perhaps hoping, in some primal portion of his brain, that she would help him out of the situation…rescue him. But she just stood there, one hand on her hip, and the other on her chin. Her eyes didn’t have the same exuberant, lustful energy that her mother’s did, but Billy could tell that she was in no way repulsed by his obvious erection. If anything, she looked…curious…and maybe even a little amused, behind her serious veneer.

“Mmmmm, I can tell that you don’t need any help getting up,” chuckled Eleanor, her eyebrows going up and down suggestively as she licked her lips down again at his hard member. “I was a little worried there for a moment, you know, but I think you’re finally showing how much you want to play with sweet little Dorothy.”

“N-no, wait, I…I’m not trying to —” began Billy, in a futile attempt to explain himself, but it was far too late for any of that. Eleanor was already bending down her huge form towards him, and even if Billy had been sure-of-foot in that moment (which of course he wasn’t), he wouldn’t have been able to move quickly enough to rebuff his grandmother’s advances. She was simply too big and too strong for him to resist. A couple lightning-fast moments later, he found himself once again in the warm, powerful clutches of his grandmother, but this time, she literally wrapped her hands all the way around his waist and hoisted him up in the air. To Billy, it felt like a roller coaster, but it was easy for him to stay centered with Eleanor’s mocking laughter in his ears. He felt the quick air against his exposed erection, and he was desperate to realize that the humiliation of the whole situation was only making him harder. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his stepmother once again shift her weight, but he couldn’t tell what the expression was on her face. He was too busy staring straight ahead at the huge, fleshy hole that was rapidly approaching his midsection…Eleanor was bringing him up to her belly button…so that she could put his cock inside it. Her plan was totally clear to Billy…he never had any doubt.

“Ooooo yessss!” she squealed in “Dorothy’s” voice, “He’s come to play with us! He’s come to play with us!! We’re soooo hungry for him…oh yes we are! We’ve been waiting a lonnnggggg time to play with someone our own size! Hhhhhhtttttthhhhhhhhsssswwwwwwwwllllthhhhhh!”

Eleanor made lewd sucking sounds with her mouth as she simultaneously sucked her belly button in and out, in and out. To Billy, the effect was dramatic; as Eleanor brought him closer and closer to the flexing hole, he realized that he could feel the wind of its movements against his face. That’s how small he was now — the mere act of Eleanor flexing her navel at him was enough to mimic the effect of wind.

“N-no…no, g-grandma…grandma please!!” Billy forced out of his lungs, finding that his chest was nearly paralyzed by the sheer enormity of the moment. His body was not yet ready to handle this situation, and his mind didn’t seem to be ready either…but the only part that Eleanor was interested in working…well, it looked to be chugging along just fine.

“Aww, how cute, look at you,” teased Eleanor, flicking his cock with her thumb, “Playing hard to get in front of Dorothy. Haha, well you know, she likes a good little challenge, don’t you Dorothy?”

“Shhhhllltlthhhhhh!” “Dorothy” replied, sucking and gyrating at Billy’s cock, which was now just about to graze it with its purpling head. “Bring him closer! I wanna taste himmmmm! He can’t pretend that he doesn’t want to playyyyy with us, Eleanorrrrr! Look at him! Look how harrrrrrd he is! He just wants us sooooo much, doesn’t he?”

“I’d say so, haha…these appendages don’t lie, do they?” laughed Eleanor, turning to Alexandra and cocking her eyebrow.

“Well!” replied Alexandra matter-of-factly, shrugging her shoulders and heaving a sigh, “Far be it from me to spoil your fun, mom. Just…heheh…just let me know if he starts shrinking again, ok? I’d want him to have the sense of responsibility and the presence of mind to tell me himself, but…well…look at him.”

“I know, right?” laughed Eleanor. “Look at him.”

“So, I’m just gonna go finish up some work in the den, alright?” continued Alexandra, peering down at Billy as she left the room. “And Billy…look at me…I hope your little “play time” with mom wakes you up to reality. You’re not the man you think you are anymore, ok? I mean…come on Billy…just face facts.”

“Yeah, listen to your mother!” giggled Eleanor, holding Billy back from her belly button for one more torturous moment. At this point, Billy didn’t care anymore — in the throes of his lust, he just wanted to feel that dark, soft, fleshy hole encompass his raging cock. And Eleanor held him, prone and aloft, exactly where she wanted him. She effortlessly held his slight weight in her strong hands, and ever so slightly she teased the tip of his turgid member against the plump, pudgy outer rim of her navel, moaning and humming with a deep, subtle timbre in response to his pitiful and helpless mutterings.

“P-please…please…” he whispered, totally against his own will. It wasn’t him anymore…or at least, that’s what Billy would have claimed if he had been cognizant enough to form a coherent sentence. But the truth was that this was him…he was actually begging his own grandmother for release, for the massive, overpowering authority of her belly button, the indentation in the center of her person, to take him, to possess him.

“Goodness gracious,” breathed Eleanor, pausing momentarily in the licentiously lewd circles that she was tracing around her belly button with his cock. “My belly hole just bore right into your brain, didn’t it? You want it soooo bad. Look at your face. You’re about to explode.”

Billy could do nothing but inhale and exhale heavily, his shrunken chest heaving desperately as he fixated on the dark gaping object of his lust and desire. What could he say to her? What could he do except to show her how searingly, how hopelessly correct she was? In this moment, at least, all semblance of his masculine pretense was gone.

“Yeah, you’ve changed already,” whispered Eleanor down to him, still not allowing him to penetrate her navel fully. “You’ve gotten different ever since you’ve gotten smaller, tiny boy.” She arched her neck down enough so that she was now actually whispering directly into his ear. Billy shuddered in prostrate pleasure as he felt his grandmother’s full lips brush against the entirety of his ear.

“You’re fulfilling your destiny, you pint-sized little whore,” she continued pitilessly. “You’re finally becoming who you truly are, one shrink spurt at a time. My Tiny. Little. Belly. Button. SLUT.”

At the word “slut,” Eleanor finally gave Billy what he wanted…and so, so much more. Not wasting any time with any further ceremony or pretense, she inserted his entire cock into the dark recesses of her fleshy navel, moaning out in purring pleasure as she did so.

“Mmmmmmmmm!!” she cooed, with great exaggeration, as she stuck Billy’s member straight into her belly button. “Now you’re finally where you belong, little one. Hahaha, at least…for now.”

As he felt his grandmother’s softly jiggling, overpowering belly flesh completely encompass his cock, Billy hadn’t even been able to utter any real exclamation of pleasure or assent. Instead, he had only managed a sharp, puttering series of overwhelmed exhales…and just like that, he was in, all the way up to the hilt of his cock, inside Eleanor’s belly button. He was actually fucking her navel with his penis…or more accurately, she was fucking him. There was no question who was pulling the leg work in this exchange. For several long moments (Billy had no idea how long), Eleanor just held him there inside her, moaning and cooing in a series of exaggerated and suggestive exclamations of pleasure. And with each moan from his grandmother, Billy felt the vibrations of her voice go straight through her body, up his cock, and into the root of his groin itself. He felt like it must have been some kind of miracle that he had managed not to cum already.

“Sssshhhhhhllllllllllttttthhhhhhhhwwwwwwwwrrrthhhhhhh!!!”

The sudden sound of something else cut through the air, and Billy immediately felt a change in what was happening with Eleanor’s belly. She was making lewd slurping noises again, in “Dorothy’s” voice, but this time, Billy actually had his cock inside her “mouth.”

“Oooooooo!!! Mmmmmmmmmm!!! SSSHHHHHHLLLTHHHHHH!!!” moaned Eleanor in “Dorothy’s” voice from high above. “He’s finally inside my mouth!! Oooohhhhhh he’s sooooo tastyyy!! His cock is soooooo good….mmmmmm, Mmmmmm, MMMMMMMMM!!! Give me more of it!! Give me ALL of it!! I wanna SWALLOW him to the HILT!!!”

In seeming deference to “Dorothy’s” wishes, Eleanor mashed Billy even harder into her lower belly, more or less crushing his body up close into her soft flesh, causing a Billy-sized indentation to appear in her lower abdomen. If Billy’s cock hadn’t been completely inside Eleanor’s belly button before, there was no question that it was now.

“AAAgagagagagagaga!!!” cried Eleanor in her “Dorothy” voice, paradoxically squealing and growling with delight all in the same breath. “Give me EVERYTHING he has!! GIVE it to me!! I want to swallow him WHOLE!!”

“Oohhhh, oh god….” moaned Billy, now at his wit’s end, his eyes rolling back completely in his head as his grandmother continued mashing his pitiful shrunken form into her comparatively-huge, soft, and fleshy abdomen. “Ohhhh m-my godddd…grandma! Grrrrranddmaaaaa!”

The roots of his groin, already pushed to their searing breaking point, suddenly seized, and he started squirting his cum deep into her belly button. His grandmother felt his little body trembling and spasming against her, and she was able to barely feel the little douses of cum lashing the inner recesses of her belly button. But she was just getting started — she wasn’t done by a long shot.

“Is that it!?” yelled Eleanor at him, now strangely mixing her own voice with her “Dorothy” voice, so that they became one intense, intimidating Frankenstein’s monster themselves. “IS THAT ALL YOU’VE GOT BILLY!?”

“Yyyyyaauuugghhh!” he groaned, cumming still more into her.

“IS THIS ALL YOU’RE GIVING ME!?” bellowed Eleanor at him, shaking his body with her two hands as she continued to push him up against her. Now, though, she started pulling him out and pushing him in again, literally using his own body to fuck itself with her belly button.

“LOOKS LIKE I’ve GOTTA TAKE CHARGE!” growled Eleanor. She switched back to her “Dorothy” voice and started cackling in a high-pitched, feminine little whine.

“Ooooohhhh yesssss!!” “Dorothy” cooed, chuckling manically after she was done with her teasing little drawl. “I can feeeeeel more cum bubbling in his little balls there. He’s sooooo small and sooooo tiny and so, so very weak and pathetic that he just can’t HELP but give it to me. I’ll SHOW you, Billy. I’ll SHOW you that you can’t resist the warm, soft temptations of my bigggggg, hungry mouthhhhh!”

Eleanor suddenly started rolling and undulating her stomach again, but at a far more aggressive and comprehensive pace than Billy had ever seen her do before. At the same time, she paired this incredibly erotic series of movements with the equally-sexy motion of her navel, which she started flexing and unflexing, over and over, in a series of short, rapid, and unrelenting puckerings that broke what was left of Billy’s will. He screamed; he begged; he cried, and time and time again, over and over, in an unprecedentedly brutal display of sexual determination and dominance, Eleanor proceeded to extract one, two, and THREE more orgasms out of his tired, spent, defeated cock, milking him of every last drop with the merciless suction.

“GRAMMMMAAAAA!!!G-Gran...GRAMMMAGGrrrra....GGRRR….gggrrrr….GGrr…grrrrrr….rruughh..rrr..rugh….rgh..”

Billy’s crazed exclamations gradually subsided into incoherent mutterings and groans…which then eventually dwindled down into silence as he went limp in her grandmother’s hands. She had literally fucked him into unconsciousness with her belly button.

Right at that moment, Alexandra peeked her head into the room.

“Everything ok in here, mom?” she asked casually. “It got a little loud there for a minute.”

“Heheh! Yeah, well…he’s won’t be making any more sound for a while now,” chuckled Eleanor, lightly shaking his limp form at her daughter. Her navel was oozing with the thick creamy white of Billy’s helplessly-extracted and submissive cum.

“Well, just checking in,” continued Alexandra, noting her mother’s belly button with something like fixated interest. “Dr. Bassett just called. She said to be on the lookout. Looks like Billy’s gonna shrink again soon.”

“Oh IS he, now?” remarked Eleanor, trying (but not really trying, of course) to hide the excitement in her voice. She brought the limp form of her grandson up to her face, CLOSE up to her face, to the point where they were rubbing noses.

“Oh if only you could hear that wonderful news, my pooooor, tired-out little boy,” she whispered at him, rubbing her nose affectionately into his. She looked sidelong at her daughter. “Did the doctor say anything about…you know…this condition affecting his sex drive at all? You said that she had mentioned something, right?”

Alexandra stuck her tongue into the side of her cheek and put her hands on her hips. For once, with Billy unconscious, she abandoned her draconian maternal guise and seemed to relax into something like a lubricious casualness.

“Well she said,” Alexandra declared slowly, a little smile starting to spread over her face, “That the smaller he gets, the more he’ll realize where the power lies…and WHO it lies with. How he chooses to react to that erotically…haha, well, it says something about Billy, doesn’t it?”

“Doesn’t it?” repeated Eleanor, nodding slowly as she looked down at Billy’s cock. She blew a little gust of air at it, teasing it from its slumber Even though he was unconscious, and even though he had just cum four times, Billy’s member began to slowly rise up, up, and up again. Alexandra’s eyebrows went right up along with it, and Eleanor’s grin widened.

“Sooooo much to look forward to,” she whispered to her spent, hapless grandson. “Just wait, little guy. Just WAIT until you wake up.”

Chapter 8

The last thing Billy remembered was begging and pleading with his grandmother against an unprecedented onslaught of sexual pleasure, as she milked his cock mercilessly, holding him to the soft flesh of her stomach and preventing his escape. He was opening his eyes now, and even though it had been a full 15 minutes since he had passed out, the sounds of his lustily chuckling grandmother, of the lewd sucking sounds she was making, and of his own pleading cries, all banged and echoed throughout his head in an endless loop. He felt completely woozy and out of it.

“Wasss…Wha…What’s…happening?” he managed to whisper as he struggled to open his eyes. When he managed to keep his lids open, he could see nothing but dark, indistinct shadows and figures that seemed to glide by him slowly. Something deep rumbled in his ears. What was it!? Was it a voice??

With a jolt, Billy had the horrid thought that he had shrunk again, so small that he was now no smaller than an insect, and that the indistinct shapes and voices swirling around him were those of Alexandra and Eleanor, now thousands of times bigger than him. How long had he been out!? Had the huge shrink spurt finally happened?? Billy had no idea what was going on, and in his confused desperation he tried to flail his limbs; in reality, he only managed a couple spasms, but he did ascertain that he was lying supine on something…soft. Something warm. Something…alive!? Whatever it was, it was moving.

Billy tried to sit up, but just then, he felt a huge, warm, gentle weight come down on his exposed stomach, and for the first time, he heard noises that he could actually understand as words, even though they continued to bang around gratingly in his head.

“Eeeeeeaasy, little Billy…take it eeeeasssy.” It was Eleanor, and she was speaking to him from some position high up above him. And a few seconds later, her softly grinning face seemed to emerge out of the sky. As Billy’s eyes adjusted to his newfound consciousness, he had gradually realized that his grandmother was actually arching herself over him, so that she could look straight down on top of him. As Billy realized this, and as the warmth increased all along his body, he put the rest of the pieces of the puzzle together: he was lying naked on his back, directly across Eleanor’s exposed stomach, as she lounged lazily on the sofa. She was petting his bare stomach with her big hand, and at the same time was keeping him at bay, preventing him from getting up.

“I…w-what’s happening!?” Billy managed to stutter. He suddenly became aware that, directly in the middle of his back, he felt the telltale indentation of his grandmother’s navel. She had done all of this on purpose; she had positioned him like that just so he could wake up to the sensation of her big belly button pressing into his back, like it wanted to swallow him up. He felt a twinge in his loins, a twinge that normally would have spurred an instantaneous erection. But his body was simply too worn out to respond in such a way.

“My belly button…oh sorry, Dorothy,” chuckled Eleanor, winking down at him, “Just sucked the most intense orgasms in your life out of that little body of yours, haha. You were sooooo generous, little Billy, heheh…but a little too generous, I think. You totally just passed out cold.”

“H-how long was I out!?” asked Billy

“About 15 minutes,” she answered airily as she looked around the living room, but then focused her eyes back down on his body. “But I don’t think you need to be exerting yourself too much after all that just happened, little guy. Dorothy loves you, but she doesn’t want to see you go through a blood transfusion.”

“A few more little escapades like that and he’ll need one, mom,” said Alexandra, striding into the room. She looked at her mother and stepson together on the sofa and rolled her eyes — Billy’s vision was still coming back, so he couldn’t see the nuance of his stepmother’s expression. But the grandmother saw that her daughter was clearly getting some enjoyment out of the whole situation. Eleanor was glad — she knew that her daughter could be too high-strung sometimes, so it made her feel warm, and a little excited, to see that Alexandra was adjusting to the new circumstances with a sense of humor.

“Oh come on, look at him!” teased Eleanor, running a long finger playfully down Billy’s stomach, conveniently pressing it softly into his stomach. “He’s just getting his bearings back. He’ll be good as new in no time!”

“Well isn’t that a relief to hear,” replied Alexandra sarcastically, folding her arms underneath her breasts as she failed to stifle a knowing little smile towards her mother. “Because from what I was hearing in the other room, it sounded like someone was sucking Billy’s soul out of his mouth.”

“Not out of his…mouth,” replied Eleanor dirtily, with another little knowing wink down at her grandson. Alexandra shifted her weight to express a sense of playful censure. She was enjoying the banter she was having with her mother. It was nice, after all, having Eleanor around to lighten things up a bit. Alexandra knew that she could be too serious, too matter-of-fact sometimes. And besides, as far as she was concerned, the craziness of the current situation lent itself to…well, maybe a bit of a new approach towards her stepson. Alexandra couldn’t deny that she had felt something stirring in her, seeing Billy shrink, and seeing him so small, weak, and helpless against such a large and determined force as her mother. She clearly wasn’t ready yet to run with these feelings as much as Eleanor was, but it was enough, at this point, for Alexandra to admit to herself that something had begun to shift internally. That which might have seemed inconceivable and off-limits before…didn’t seem this way anymore.

“Oh don’t give me that look,” laughed Eleanor, shaking her head, taking her hand off Billy’s stomach, and raising both of her hands up in a motion of innocence. “I wasn’t doing anything in here.”

“Is that right?” chuckled Alexandra, raising an ironic eyebrow.

“Yes!” answered Eleanor in mock-earnestness. She looked down at Billy, who was now struggling to get off his grandmother’s stomach. He was having some difficulty, though, because as he shifted his body, he accidentally put his hand straight into the cavern of Eleanor’s belly button. As he did so, Eleanor flexed her stomach muscles, which had the effect of sealing her navel around Billy’s hand like a suctioning mouth. Her belly button was so big (and his hand was so small) that it ate up his entire hand, from the wrist down. And try as he might to wrest and yank it out, Billy couldn’t. He was trapped.

“But Dorothy,” murmured Eleanor, staring down at Billy with a slow, lascivious smile, “Well…I don’t think she’s quite so innocent.”

“Dorothy, huh?” muttered Alexandra, marveling at how her mother was able to trap Billy’s hand in her belly button simply by flexing her stomach.

“Yep!” declared Eleanor, nodding her head at her daughter. “All that “soul sucking” you heard? Hahaha, well…I think you can see as well as I can what Dorothy does best.”

“Grandma…p-please…let me go!” begged Billy, trying and failing again to extract his hand.

“Haha, look! Now you’ve confused your poor little son!” laughed Eleanor to Alexandra. She turned to her grandson. “Billy, I’m pretty sure you’re addressing yourself to the wrong person here.”

“C’mon…grandma…please just…just let me go,” pleaded Billy, still trying to pull his hand out of her navel. His body was still too drained to get hard again, but Billy had no doubt that, if he had been of a more vigorous constitution, he would have been as hard as a rock. Just the sight of Eleanor’s cavernous flesh swallowing up his whole hand, as she effortlessly flexed, was enough to drive his mind wild with lust. What on earth was happening to him!? Why did he find his grandmother’s lewd, flirtatious behavior so irresistible!?

All these questions notwithstanding, though, there was another reason why Billy wanted to get his hand out. He could tell, right from the moment he accidentally plunged his hand down into the hole, that it was filled with something sticky…and Billy knew what it was. A part of him was disgusted that Eleanor hadn’t cleaned his cum out, but another part of him thought that the gesture was unbearably hot.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Billy,” persisted Eleanor merrily, putting her hands on her hips from her lounging position. “I’m not doing anything here. I’m just hanging out, speaking with your mother. If you want to get out of your…predicament…then you’re gonna have to speak to the right person here.”

At this point, Billy had fully woken up, thanks to the urgent immediacy of having his hand stuck inside the erotic object that had literally sucked him dry in a series of devastating orgasms just minutes before. He knew what Eleanor was doing — he knew that she was trying to get him to demean himself, prostrate himself, humiliate himself, by addressing her belly button as if it were an actual person. Billy didn’t want to give in and do this, even though the prospect, in the back of his mind, was incredibly arousing. Something about addressing his grandmother’s navel as a sentient entity unto itself seemed to justify and deepen Billy’s own erotic preoccupation with it. But there was still something left in him that made him resist. He turned his pleading eyes up at Eleanor’s, and she smiled back at him, pouting slightly. She allowed the silent seconds to pass by, staring down at her shrunken grandson all the while.

Billy knew he didn’t have a choice; she was far too strong for him. He took a deep breath and looked down at his trapped hand.

“Uh…could you…uhm…could you let me go?” he asked indistinctly, to no one in particular, as he looked down at his trapped hand.

“Huh?” replied Eleanor, tilting her head to the side. “Who are you talking to, Billy? You’re gonna have to specify, otherwise…everyone’s just confused.”

Billy gritted his teeth. It was going to be doubly humiliating to actually have to say her name, but again, at this point what choice did he have?

“Dorothy?” he asked, actually using the name for the first time as he felt a shudder go through him, “Could you…could you please let me go?”

“Oooooh!” squealed Eleanor in her “Dorothy” voice, immediately relaxing her stomach and letting his hand go. “I’m sooooo sorry Billy! Hahaha, you’re just so yummy and tasty that I can’t get enough of you! Mmmmmmm! Aaaaaaaughhhh!”

Eleanor was moaning and gargling spit in her mouth to mime the sound of Dorothy gargling Billy’s cum, which was now oozing lewdly out of her belly button, attached in several strings to Billy’s hand.

“Oooo!” “Dorothy” exclaimed, making lispy sounds as Eleanor pretended to have her swallowing the cum up again. “Hhhhhsssstthhhhp! Hahaha, sorrrrry…just couldn’t bring myself to swallow ALL of it at once, since it’s oh so deliiiicious.”

“Well,” laughed Alexandra, interrupting the exchange as she shook her head, “As much as I hate to…*cough* interrupt the moment, I’ve gotta get you in some clothes, Billy.”

“Awwwww whaaaaat!?” complained Eleanor genuinely, though she was still smiling. “Whhyyyyyy?”

“Because Dr. Bassett said he needs to be protected from the elements as much as possible,” replied Alexandra immediately, striding over to Billy and snatching him up off her mother’s bare stomach. Billy felt like a ragdoll being tossed around. Alexandra set him down on his feet, which felt strange and rickety beneath him.

“He’s going to be shrinking more soon,” continued Alexandra, looking down at him past her breasts, “And hence will be losing more of his insulating body mass. It’s important that he be clothed…at least, you know…most of the time.”

“Aw, well that just sucks,” pouted Eleanor, putting her hand in her chin.

“MOST of the time, mom,” reassured Alexandra, her tongue in her cheek. Billy looked up at his stepmother — it was uncharacteristic for her to be so…jocular in a moment like this. What was going on?

“Hmmmm…well when he gets small enough,” muttered Eleanor, staring at Billy with a strange light in her eyes, “I…hrm…I might have an idea how to…keep him safe.”

Billy didn’t know what this idea was, but that look from Eleanor was scaring him.

“Yes, but for now, he needs some actual clothes,” said Alexandra, back to her business-like demeanor.

“But…haha, where are we gonna find clothes THAT small in the house!?” laughed Eleanor, indicating down at Billy. “We gave away his preschool clothes over 20 years ago!”

“Well Shanna actually said that she’d help,” said Alexandra, glancing down at Billy for his reaction. “I was on the phone with her about Dr. Bassett’s prediction, and she decided to do a little shopping.”

“Dr. Bassett…s-said that…that I’d be shrinking again?!” stammered Billy, looking up at his stepmother in fear.

“Oh yes,” she replied, nodding her head. “And she said it’d be happening pretty soon now…maybe even any minute.”

Billy didn’t even have time to feel horrified, because just then, the doorbell rang.

“That’d be Shanna now,” said Alexandra coolly, striding over to open the door. A moment later, Billy’s boss stepped into the room, with what looked like an orange jumper for a 2 or 3-year-old dangling from two outstretched hands. Billy immediately put his hands over his cock and balls, feeling totally exposed. But Shanna came in laughing and acting as if nothing was amiss.

“God look at you now!” she laughed. “TINY…although…hmmmm, maybe I went a little overboard with the baby clothes, haha.”

Not wasting any time, the statuesque young woman knelt down next to Billy, who was too petrified and embarrassed to move. Shanna held up the orange jumper to his body, and found that it was a full half-foot too short.

“Hmmmm, yeah, like I said,” she mused, standing back up and frowning slightly. “I guess I kind of jumped the gun there.”

Whether it was spurred on by the overwhelming presence of the three comparatively enormous women or not, Billy suddenly felt the sick bite in his stomach again. The nausea swept over him swiftly, and he clutched at his abdomen, stumbling forward a little as he let out a peep of a gasp. It was about to happen again…he knew it. And this time it was going to be in front of all three of them.

“Actually,” remarked Alexandra, peering down closely at Billy, “You might have come at JUST the right moment Shanna. Look at Billy now!”

All three women stared down at him in unison, and it was immediately clear what was happening: Billy was shrinking again. If they had merely been going off the panicked expression on his face as he stared up at them helplessly, his manic eyes bouncing erratically between them, then his look alone would have been enough for them to know that something dramatic was happening. But of course, they could actually all SEE it happening before their eyes: Billy’s 3’1 frame was shrinking swiftly, at a much more dramatic pace (proportionally speaking) than any shrink spurt that had happened yet.

“Oh…my…GOD,” breathed Shanna, putting her hand over her mouth as Billy shrank visibly before her.

“Ohhhhh yeah…you’re in for a treat now, Shanna!” exclaimed Eleanor excitedly, rubbing her hands together greedily as she drank in the spurt deliciously. “Look at him gooooo!”

Alexandra didn’t say anything; she was simply watching the shrink spurt happening with careful, attentive eyes, her mouth closed. To Billy, though, it seemed that all three women were staring laser beams down at him, melting him smaller, and smaller, and smaller with the intensity of their united gaze. He knew that their eyes had nothing to do with it; he knew that his shrinking was just his body betraying itself once again due to its mysterious malady…but he couldn’t help but feel that the huge, towering forms of the three women standing there together were somehow expediting his shrinking, encouraging it, urging it forward.

Billy could literally feel himself shrinking. He could feel his insides getting smaller all around; he could feel his bones diminishing underneath his muscles, the sinews of which were dwindling in tandem. It was an unbelievably humiliating and helpless experience, especially since there was nothing at all that he could do. Little by little, in a steady, slow, but noticeable pace, he saw the enormous forms of Eleanor, Alexandra, and Shanna rising up, up, up in his vision, seeming to inflate and grow to even huger proportions than they had enjoyed before. His whole perspective was so hopelessly skewed that it really did look like the three women were becoming inflated everywhere…in their huge, hulking thighs, in their incredibly curvy and swerving hips, in their impossibly-out-of-reach breasts, in their sky-high asses. As the seconds passed by, they grew further and further out of his reach, seeming almost to playfully laugh at him from on high. Billy shuddered in his head as it rang with “Dorothy’s” laughter. He was already beginning to think of her as an actual entity unto herself. That’s how much his mind was beginning to break now.

“I…ohh…oh g-godddd!” he managed to cry out, stumbling backwards a little as he put his hands up, attempting to shield his face from the overwhelming sight of the gigantic women before him as he got smaller and smaller. He had already completely forgotten the necessity of hiding his nakedness from Shanna. He was literally in survival mode now, and far too preoccupied with his shrinking frame to even think of such things now. As he stared up through his fingers at his grandmother’s exposed belly once more, he started to get hard all over again.

“Did he just…say something…?” asked Shanna, tilting her head to the side as she bent down a little closer, looking over at Alexandra. “Goodness he’s so small now that it all comes out in little peeps!”

“Isn’t it the most pathetically precious thing you’ve ever seen?” laughed Eleanor, her stomach flesh gently shaking with her laughter.

“I mean…I…I can’t even believe this!” declared Shanna, standing back up to her full height and staring down wide-eyed at Billy. “Look! And he’s STILL getting smaller! Hahaha, oh my god, this jumper’s gonna be too big for him in a minute!”

“Probably already is!” remarked Eleanor, her eyes never leaving her diminishing grandson. “Look at him reaching up! Hahaha, it’s like he’s trying to protect himself! Whatcha reaching for, little Billy!?”

“Geez, look at that,” murmured Alexandra, finally speaking. “He’s reaching all the way up above his head, and his hands don’t even reach yours, Shanna…or yours, mom. And your hands are hanging by your sides.”

“I’d have to actually bend down, just to hold his hand,” nodded Shanna, one of her hands still held up to her mouth in shocked wonder. She seemed to slightly recover herself after having arrived at a sudden thought. She put her hand back down and looked over to Alexandra, blinking.

“And to think,” Shanna said, shaking her head, “That he actually thought it was a good idea to just come to work today, without saying anything about his condition.”

“Ohhhh yeah,” chuckled Alexandra ruefully, shaking her head right along with Billy’s boss, “You can see now why I insisted that he come move in with me. When real adult decisions need to be made, well…you can’t really trust Billy to make them, unfortunately.”

“ADULT decisions, Alexandra!?” burst out Eleanor, putting both hands to her belly as it shook with laughter. “Are you KIDDING me!? LOOK at him! Is there anything REMOTELY adult left in that little body down there??”

“Your mom makes a good point, you know,” agreed Shanna, speaking to Alexandra as she looked back down at Billy, whose shrinking had finally stopped. Compared to both Shanna and Eleanor, who were 5’11 and 6’0 in their heels respectively, the top of Billy’s head barely came up to their knees. He found himself staring forward into the top of a large, shapely calf that belonged to his boss, which now looked to be roughly the size and mass of his entire body. Likewise, when he looked right, he was met with the sight of his grandmother’s thick calf, all wrapped up sexily in those shiny new black platform heels of hers, the leather of which extended all the way up to the middle of Billy’s chest. Looking to his stepmother did little to assuage Billy’s overwhelming sense of his own tininess — she was “only” 5’3, but even she looked absolutely enormous to him now. His head didn’t even come up to the middle of her thigh, and he realized that even by extending his arm all the way up above his head, he had absolutely no hope of reaching her hips. He was utterly dwarfed, in every conceivable way.

“Is he…ok?” ventured Shanna cautiously, peering down at Billy. “His shrinking seems to have stopped.”

“He looks ok, yes,” said Alexandra, also peering down. “How do you feel, Billy?”

“I…I d-don’t knowww!” he squeaked, hating the sound of his tiny voice, but having no other way to communicate. Shanna and Eleanor both put their hands over their mouths, stifling laughter. Alexandra herself couldn’t help but exhale a little chuckle…but she still had to make sure everything was ok.

“I mean, can you be a little more specific, please?” she asked, making an effort not to sound irritated. “Are you in pain? Are you dizzy? Is there anything unusual happening that you can tell me about? I’ll report anything you say to Dr. Bassett, ok?”

“I…n-no…no pain,” Billy managed to say. “J-just…just uhh…a little…”

“A little overwhelmed?” Alexandra offered helpfully.

“Y-yeah,” Billy admitted.

“A little overwhelmed…and a little something else, it turns out,” remarked Eleanor gleefully, pointing down to Billy’s erection. Too late, he tried to hide it.

“Is that…?” asked Shanna to Alexandra, giving her a perplexed look in reaction to seeing Billy’s boner.

“Apparently it can be a typical male response to Billy’s condition,” Alexandra said dryly, getting out her tape measure and kneeling down next to her stepson. “It might indicate some deep-seated and repressed desires that Billy’s had in his mind that are now…rising to the surface, as it were, because of his shrinking.”

“It MIGHT indicate?” laughed Eleanor. “I think it’s prrrrrretty obvious that little Billy’s an itty bitty subby boy.”

“Well, that’s one way of putting it, mom,” chuckled Alexandra, compelling Billy to stand up straight with her free hand so she could measure him. Billy noticed that his stepmother wasn’t even asking him to do things anymore — she was simply doing them for him. Little by little, she was seeing him as less and less of a capable human being, and there was nothing he could do about it.

“Let’s see,” murmured Alexandra, pulling the measuring tape tight next to Billy’s naked body. Even though she was on her knees, Billy saw that his head only came up to the middle of her breasts, which bunched and jiggled sexily right beside his face. His cock got even harder.

“Woah, that was a BIG one,” Alexandra laughed, in a rare moment of amazed exuberance, looking up at the other two women. “He’s 2’2 now.”

Billy blinked as the sounds of the women laughing rang through his ears. 2’2!? He wasn’t even as tall as a preschooler anymore! Before he could start feeling sorry for himself, though, the huge form of Shanna had swooped in and had started lifting his arms and legs, like he was a little child. For a moment Billy was hopelessly confused…until he realized that his boss was literally putting his body into the orange jumper she had bought. He tried to resist, but her hands were too big and powerful for her even to notice his struggling. In a matter of moments, he was all zipped up in the jumper, and he was so small now that it bunched around the skinny little twigs that were now his arms and legs. It was designed to be form-fitting for a 3 or 4 year-old…and on Billy it was baggy. The only difference was that there was a tenting shape in his groin. His cock was at full-mast now, and ready to explode all over again.

Chapter 9

“Well look at that!” laughed Shanna, standing back up to her full height to admire her handiwork. “It’s actually too big for him now!”

“And not even by a little bit!” Eleanor joined in, stepping right up to Billy’s newly-shrunken form so that she could further emphasize the drastic difference in their sizes. “Just look at him down there, hahaha! That thing is so baggy on him that he’s having trouble even standing up!”

There were many forces at work making Billy’s head swim, not the least of which was the fact that the orange jumper Shanna had put on him was indeed making it difficult to stand up straight without his feet getting caught in the baggy folds of fabric. But it was seeing the colossal legs of his grandmother, as she stood in front of him, that was really making it hard for Billy to get his bearings. He was looking UP at Eleanor’s knees, which were actually a few inches higher than his head now. The immense fabric on her tight jeans stretched alluringly over the tree trunks of her huge legs, spanning up, up and up past Billy’s head, so far up that he could barely even see past her waist. His cock was tenting the fabric of the jumper.

“Ooooo, what’s the matter, teeny tiny little man?” teased Eleanor down at him, arching herself forward a little so that she could actually make eye contact with him. “Feeling a little overwhelmed, are we? Am I a little too big for you, to be standing this close? Are you scaaaared?”

“N-no…I’m…I’m not!” he squeaked, eliciting immediate guffaws of laughter from both Eleanor and Shanna. Even Alexandra, who was closely watching her stepson after having measured him, couldn’t stifle a little exhale of a chuckle at the sound of his high-pitched voice.

“Of course he’s scared, look at him shaking!” exclaimed Shanna, pointing down at him. Billy was indeed trembling, but it wasn’t quite for the reason that Shanna thought. When Eleanor had arched her body over him, Billy had been able to see the huge, fleshy sky of her stomach, and he had very nearly lost it and cum right then and there. That’s what it looked like — he was so small now that Eleanor’s belly was actually his “sky,” as it were…and every laughing, teasing motion from her served to further jiggle and wobble her flesh above him. It was incredibly intimidating, and arousing, for Billy to see his grandmother’s body moving and shaking so close to him. He had never realized before how much her flesh moved, but now that he was small enough to see it up close, he was able to fully appreciate the voluptuous reality of his grandmother’s curves.

“Ohhhh, I see what he’s looking at!” laughed Eleanor, shaking her finger down at him playfully.

“What?” asked Shanna with interest. “What’s he looking at?”

“He’s such a little horndog of a man,” continued Eleanor, shaking her head down at him. “See how he can’t take his eyes off my stomach? Kinda intense, huh, little guy? To have my big old belly so high over you? Haha, from your perspective, it’s just getting bigger and bigger and BIGGER, isn’t it? Before long, it’s gonna swallow you upppp!”

“So that’s…that’s what he’s into, then?” asked Shanna, her eyebrows creasing as she grinned at Eleanor in disbelief.

“Oh yeah,” chuckled Eleanor. “It’s been pretty obvious for some time now…and the tinier he gets, the more his resistance breaks. He’s already cum in my belly button over and over and OVER again…and now imagine what it’s gonna be like, when my hole’s big enough for him to fit his entire hand into!”

“Wow, that’s interesting!” remarked Shanna, turning to Alexandra. “So…so that’s, like…part of his condition, then? He can’t…uh, control himself sexually?”

“Well not around my mother, apparently,” answered Alexandra dryly (though she was definitely smiling). “And yes, that’s what Dr. Bassett had mentioned to me before. Any sexual proclivities Billy had before the shrinking began…well, the shrinking just accentuates them.”

“So, really,” said Shanna slowly, turning to look down at Billy, “His shrinking is showing us all, bit by bit, who he really is.”

“That’s exactly right!” declared Eleanor, bending down low toward Billy as she gathered her exposed stomach in her hands, creating a puckering “mouth” with her belly button. “Every time he shrinks, it’s just like one more layer gets peeled away from little Billy’s outward appearance. All that male bravado, all that gusto, that drive to be “independent,” hahaha…it was all a charade. No, all our tiny little man wants is to be dominated by tall, huge women with deep, fleshy belly buttons for him to cum in over and OVER!”

“P-please…g-grandma!” cried Billy, clasping his hands up toward Eleanor in a motion of supplicating prayer. “Pleaseeeee stop!”

“Stop? Stop what!?” laughed Eleanor, shaking her head as she looked at the other two women. “I’m just telling it like it is, Billy! And if you actually wanted all this to stop, would you really be THAT HARD in front of your boss and your own mother!?”

“She makes a good point there, Billy,” said Alexandra, putting her hands on her hips. “Maybe it’s just the chemicals of all the changes happening in your body, but if you really wanted everyone to quit teasing you, would you really be so…um, obviously aroused?”

“I…I d-don’t…I…I c-can’t…” stammered Billy, having absolutely no response to his stepmother’s words. Really, what was he supposed to say? There was no way he could answer her, or counter her with anything. His primal desires were laid bare before everyone; he was being betrayed by his own mind and his own body.

“Yeah, I think it’s pretty obvious that you can’t do a lot of things anymore, Billy,” said Shanna, shaking her head down at him. “Whatever you were before…heheh, well, let’s just say that a LOT has changed in a day.”

“You’re telling me!” laughed Eleanor. “Look at this Shanna — watch what happens when I actually make a little effort to tease him.”

Eleanor squatted down in place, still rising much higher than Billy. But now that she was closer to his level, the puckering flesh of her stomach was right at his chest-level, more or less right up in his face. Billy’s cock gave a huge twinge as he tried to back up…but Shanna’s huge legs blocked him from going anywhere. He was trapped, and he knew exactly what was coming.

“Oooooo, look at how small and skinny and weak he looks nowwww!” squealed Eleanor in her “Dorothy” voice, moving the flesh of her stomach as she spoke, to make it look like Dorothy was actually talking. “He’s gotten soooo small!”

“Heheh, what’re you doing, Eleanor?” laughed Shanna, obviously enjoying whatever was going on despite not quite understanding it yet.

“Well, he might not have told you,” said Eleanor matter-of-factly, “But our tiny shrunken boy has a huuuuuuuge crush on this girl named Dorothy.” As Eleanor spoke, she pointed with one finger toward her navel, causing Shanna’s eyebrows to raise up as she nodded in recognition. “He gets REALLY really nervous around her, which, you know, makes sense…because whenever she’s around, and especially whenever she’s speaking to him, he can’t help but get so, so aroused that sometimes he even blows his load without her even touching him!”

“Wow, so Dorothy, huh?” quipped Shanna, grinning down at Billy. “You never mentioned anything before, Billy!” Alexandra and Eleanor both chuckled, appreciating how Shanna was playing along effortlessly in the little game.

“Mmmmm, and look at him nowwww!” drawled Eleanor in “Dorothy’s” voice. “My tummy was full of his cum just a few minutes ago, but now that I see that little cock poking through that cuuuuute little onesie…mmmrrrgghhhhh, I think I’m hungry for MORE!”

“N-no…no, grandma, please…p-please, not in front of…n-not in front of —”

“Not in front of who, me?” cut in Shanna, interrupting Billy’s desperate pleas. “Oh please…you think I’m a squeamish little wallflower, Billy? This is HILARIOUS. Don’t even think for a second that you can use me to hide what you’re becoming. And as your boss, I think I have a right to know what’s REALLY going on in that little head of yours, now, don’t I? Especially as it pertains to your work.”

“Work? With him like this?” burst out Eleanor. “Yeah, I don’t think our little man is capable of doing anything of the sort anymore. Not when there are hot chicks like Dorothy hanging around.”

“Hmmm, yes,” mused Shanna, bringing her hand up to her chin, “The same thought had occurred to me.”

“Oooo, yeahhhh, isn’t that right, tiny boy?” moaned Eleanor in “Dorothy”s voice as she sidled up closer to him, puckering her belly flesh at him and making “smooching” motions with her navel. “You can’t resist me, can you? Not even if it means embarrassing yourself in front of your boss!”

Billy’s back was now against Shanna’s legs, and Shanna wasn’t moving. Billy thought about escaping away to the right or left, but his mind was too slow for Eleanor. In the next moment, she had closed the space in between them, and was now squashing him up against Shanna’s lower legs with her exposed stomach. Billy now saw how big Eleanor’s belly button really was compared to him. Its puckering size made his eyes go wide, and as he saw it incoming, he couldn’t help but realize that, indeed, yes — it WAS big enough for him to fit his entire hand into. But he didn’t have time to really register this thought for too long, because Eleanor was “kissing” him all over his body with “Dorothy’s mouth.”

“MWAH!” she cried out lustily in “Dorothy’s” voice. “MWAH MWAH MWAHHHHHH!”

Billy quickly felt himself become totally overwhelmed by the sheer size and force of Eleanor’s navel “kissing” him all over his body. It was simply too much to handle — every time he felt its flesh against him through his orange jumper, his cock gave another jolt, and he got closer and closer to blowing his load. Eleanor sensed his impending orgasm, which only made her more ravenous with the belly button kisses.

“Mmmmm, ohhhh Billy!” moaned “Dorothy,” “MWAHMWAHMWAH…I can feeeeeel it, little boy…I can HEAR your cum bubbling away in those little balls of yours…mmmmmrrrghhhh, come onnnnn…I’m hungry again! Why don’t you just…GIVE IT TO ME!? MWAHMWAHMAHHHHH!!”

“Uuurrghhhhhh!” squealed Billy, his face going completely red as his entire body seized up, at the apex of pleasure right before his orgasm. Mentally, he was utterly defeated — the shame of being dominated in such a brazen and complete way, and in front of his own boss and mother, no less, was weighing heavily on his subconscious, but there simply wasn’t anything Billy could do. The sheer erotic power of his grandmother, and of “Dorothy,” proved to be too much for him to handle.

Eleanor took her fingers and unzipped the bottom of Billy’s onesie, just enough so that his engorged, purpling cock could spring out, clearly ready to blast its contents any second.

“Oh my god,” whispered Shanna from high above, arching her head so that she could see what was happening around her lower legs, “He’s…he’s actually about to do it, Eleanor. You’re about to make him cum!”

“Oh no, I’m just here for the show!” laughed Eleanor, jiggling her belly all over her grandson. “But Dorothy? Mmmm, now SHE’S the one who’s super hungry. And when that girl is hungry…let me tell you, she gets what she wants.”

With that, “Dorothy” uttered a lusty, guttural growl as Eleanor screwed her deep belly button straight into the erect, meaty shaft of Billy’s prone cock.

“Gllllloogglloooooggllarrghhhhh!!!” growled “Dorothy” lustily, with Eleanor shaking and turning and massaging her flesh all over the entire length of her grandson’s cock. Billy threw his head back against Shanna’s legs and cried out in wordless agony, shutting his eyes tightly as he came hard, deep into his grandmother’s navel. If it had seemed huge before, it was nothing compared to how big it felt on him now. The hole was big enough to span almost half the width of his torso, and the way that Eleanor was aggressively puckering it and kneading it against his cock, he had absolutely no defense against it.

After a few long seconds of blissful orgasm, he realized that Shanna had been laughing at him the whole time.

“I…can’t believe it!” she exclaimed, her whole body shaking in disbelieving mirth. “He just…he totally just came in your belly button, Eleanor! Hahaha, oh WOW — I thought you were just playing around before, but…he actually did it!”

“Well, it’s like the doctor said,” remarked Alexandra, who had been watching the whole thing with more than a little interest, “The smaller he gets, the more susceptible he is…to…to, uhm…oh wow…it’s happening again.”

Alexandra was pointing down at her stepson; Eleanor stood up abruptly, and Shanna stepped back a little, to get a good view of what was going on. The three women standing around him could plainly see the reality now — Billy was shrinking again. He had felt a tiny little jolt of abdominal nausea that had cut through the warm afterglow of his orgasm, but for a second, he had managed to ignore it. After all, he had just shrunk again recently, so there was no way that he could have another spurt so soon, right!?

But Billy quickly realized that he was wrong. His jumper was the first dead giveaway — it had already been loose on him, but now that Eleanor had unzipped it, his dwindling body actually got so small so quickly that the rest of the jumper fell down his shrinking shoulders, gathering in a crumpled heap at his diminishing feet. He had literally just shrunk out of an article of clothing that was made for someone who wasn’t even in preschool yet! And not only that, but the already-giant forms of the women around him became huger and huger still, seemingly at a much more rapid pace than they had appeared to “grow” before. The shapely calves of Shanna “grew” up past his eyes, until they too loomed up high above him, just like her knees had before. Each one of her legs looked like gigantic trees that were standing imperiously and solidly above him. And when he turned around, all he saw were the similarly-colossal legs of his own stepmother. At this point, it didn’t matter in the least that Alexandra, at 5’4, was shorter than Shanna and Eleanor (in their heels) by 8 inches. To Billy, at his rapidly diminishing size, all three of them looked equally enormous.

“Look! Loooook!!” cried Eleanor, clapping her hands with barely-contained excitement. “It’s happening again!! He’s shrinking!! He’s shrinking!!”

“Oh my GOD…yeah, I’m seeing it!” exclaimed Shana, her eyes going wide. “It’s…he’s getting EVEN TINIER…who would’ve thought it could happen again so soon?!”

“Hello? Dr. Bassett?” said Alexandra into her phone. As soon as she saw Billy shrinking again, she had phoned the doctor straight away, who had told Alexandra that she would be on call for impromptu consultation for this very curious case. “Yes…well, it’s happening again. No, no he just shrank a few minutes ago…but now it’s happening again…mmmm yes…yes it’s still happening…mmhmm…I’ll wait until he stops before I measure him…he was 2’2 before.”

Alexandra turned to look at Eleanor, and an uncharacteristically sly grin started creeping over the stepmother’s face.

“As a matter of fact, yes,” she said into the phone, “There WAS a catalyst…of sorts.”

“Oh man…does she know?” whispered Eleanor with interest. Alexandra was nodding her head.

“Yes, yes it was,” she was replying to Dr. Bassett, “It WAS a sexual catalyst. Billy has…apparently developed an obsession with my mother’s belly button, and, well…my mother, being the huge flirt that she is…mmhmm…yes…yes he had an orgasm. But there were others before and he didn’t shrink…yes…yes JUST now. And he started shrinking almost immediately after. Anddddd…I think he’s done shrinking now. Looks like he’s just about a foot tall, maybe less. I’ll measure him and call you back here in a few minutes. Ok…ok, yes. Yes, thank you very much, Dr. Bassett. I’ll keep you posted. Bye now.”

“Well?” asked Eleanor as Alexandra hung up. “Any scoops?”

“She said it’s interesting that he started shrinking RIGHT after the orgasm,” said Alexandra, getting out her tape measure and bending down towards her now-naked stepson. Billy was trembling as he stood in place. At this point, he wasn’t even bothering to hide himself from the women. There was a hollow, terrified look in his eyes, as if he was staring at the reality of his own total collapse in the mirror. To him, everything looked unimaginably huge — now he felt nothing more than a little insect in a massive world, populated by voluptuous giantesses whichever way he turned. His stepmother’s descending, incoming form looked so intimidating to him that he involuntarily tried to run away. But Alexandra shot her hand out, easily grabbing him all the way around the waist with her single hand, her fingers completely encompassing his shrunken frame.

“She said,” continued Alexandra, holding Billy in place with ease as she measured him, “That the fact Billy shrank immediately after his orgasm is an indication that his mind has become inexorably infiltrated by the physical reality of his shrinking — when we start to form new identities of ourselves in our brains, we spark different chemical processes, apparently. And, well, she said it’s all very complicated, but in short, Billy shrinking immediately after ejaculating means that his mind has accommodated the shrinking far more…readily…than is usual for this kind of condition.”

“Hahaha, you mean he’s way more pathetic than the other ones?” laughed Eleanor.

“Well…Dr. Bassett says that such immediate shrinking is a sign that Billy’s brain has already started forming the permanent neural connections that the shrinking eventually causes. He’s…well, he’s essentially rolled over and surrendered to the disease.”

“HAHA! I love it!” burst out Eleanor. “It’s not enough that he’s getting smaller — he’s actually shrinking even more BECAUSE he doesn’t have the mental strength to fight it!”

“Yeah, that’s…well, that’s pretty sad,” chuckled Shanna, shaking her head.

“Sad!?” countered Eleanor, “I think you mean “hysterical,” Shanna. You couldn’t write a better script for our tiny little man down there, now, could you?”

“And to think,” said Shanna, “That he had the gall to insist that this was all no big deal. Haha, real manly move there, Billy. Look at you now.”

“Hmmmm, yeah, look at you now,” muttered Alexandra, standing back up and rolling up the tape measure. “You wanna know how tall you are now, Billy?”

“N-no!” he cried, finding his voice.

“Sorry?” said Alexandra, bending down and holding her hand up to her ear. “I couldn’t hear you down there, Billy. What did you say?”

“N-nooo!” he exclaimed, his high-pitched voice actually cracking with the effort of shouting.

“Wow, I know he’s shouting, but I can still barely hear him!” laughed Eleanor. “So how about it, Alexandra? How short is he now?”

“He’s…11 inches,” murmured Alexandra, looking down at him. Eleanor and Shanna both gave great gasps of surprise. Billy felt his insides freeze up inside him. He could tell, from staring up at the shinbones of the women, that he was tinier than he could have thought possible, but…ELEVEN INCHES!? It was, both literally and figuratively, a new low for him.

“Not even a FOOT tall!” laughed Eleanor, shaking her belly down at him. “Ooooooh, I can’t wait to see what Dorothy thinks about thissss! I’ll bet she can put your whole head in her mouth now, haha!”

“Eleven inches…well!” muttered Shanna, shaking her head, as if clearing it. “I think that settles it, then.”

She looked down at Billy and gave him a sad smile. But there was definite enjoyment, and even arousal, sparkling behind her eyes. Billy blinked up at her expectantly.

“S-settless….wh-what?” he squeaked out at her, suddenly understanding what was about to happen. “Y-you can’t…you can’t fire me just b-because I have a medical c-cond —”

“Now let’s not make this more difficult than it needs to be, Billy,” interrupted Shanna, looking to Alexandra, arching an eyebrow, and heaving a great sigh before looking back down on her shrunken employee. “The fact is…well, you obviously can’t do anything approaching real work now, being as small and frail as you are. I’m afraid I’m going to have to let you go, Billy.”

“B-but th-that’s not fair!” he cried, stamping his little feet into the crumpled orange jumper around his ankles. “That’s not fairrrr!”

“I…uh, can’t really hear what he’s saying down there,” chuckled Shanna to Alexandra and Eleanor, “But it looks like he’s throwing a little tantrum.”

“Oh, now, we can’t have that,” breathed Eleanor, swooping down. The next moment, she was holding Billy in her hand, his little butt in her palm, as his skinny little shrunken legs dangled in the air.

“Look at that, little Billy,” she whispered down at him, ruffling his hair with the wind from her breath, “I’ve got you…I’m holding you…in the palm of my hand.”

Billy didn’t know what to say…what could he say!? But even now, in the midst of this most abject humiliation, he felt his cock stirring again. His stepmother’s voice cut through the air toward him.

“And,” Alexandra was saying, “Dr. Bassett said that because you’ve succumbed so quickly, Billy…the next spurt should be happening even sooner.”

“S-sooner!?” he cried.

“Sooner,” repeated Alexandra, nodding definitively. “Like…in another minute or so…so get ready.”

Chapter 10

“An-another MINUTE or so!?” squeaked Billy out into the air, his little legs spasming involuntarily in the air as Eleanor held him suspended.

“That’s what your mom said, isn’t it?” chuckled Eleanor, squeezing him lightly in her hand as she flipped him on his back. He was so small now that her palm alone spanned over half the length of his entire body. “And this next time, when you shrink again, it’s gonna be RIGHT HERE…in the palm of my hand. I’m gonna FEEL it, little Billy. I’m gonna FEEL you get smaller and smaller and SMALLER, right here in my hand. Ohhhhhh GOD it’s so exciting!! I can’t wait!!”

“Yeah, easy for you to say,” remarked Shanna dryly, giving Eleanor a little half-smile. “You aren’t the one who just lost an employee, and who needs the position filled, asap.”

“N-no…no wait, Shanna…please!” cried Billy, trying to sit up in his grandmother’s hand. But Eleanor playfully batted his little body to the side with her index finger, and he was knocked onto his back again. But this didn’t stop Billy from pleading his case to his former boss.

“Shanna…I can…I can still work!” he begged her. “Please…let me d-do…let me do anything…ANYTHING, pleeeaasse! Don’t let me go!”

“Geez, Billy,” said Shanna softly, shaking her head sadly down at the pitiful form in Eleanor’s hand, “Look at you…You're literally the size of a newborn baby at this point. Please don’t make this harder for me than it has to be, ok? I’ve got a business to run, alright? A business that’s run by adults who aren’t…less than a foot tall.”

“Well I don’t know Shanna,” said Alexandra thoughtfully, stroking her chin as she stared down at her stepson, watching closely for the next shrinking spurt to begin. “Maybe Billy can’t be totally useless, even though he’s about to shrink again.”

“Well, no offense to him, but he’s DEFINITELY useless to me at this point,” said Shanna, shaking her head. “I mean, look at his little hands! You think he has the strength to even TYPE with those fingers? No, no…that’s not going to work.”

“Well yes, I think it’s safe to say that Billy’s “adult career” is over,” nodded Alexandra, “But I was thinking about more…domestic work that he could do…some kinds of chores around the house, let’s say.”

“Oooooh, I think I’ve got an idea!” cooed Eleanor, her eyes lighting up. Alexandra’s eyebrow went up in tandem, and she turned to her mother with a slightly amused look on her face.

“And don’t give me that look!” laughed Eleanor to her daughter. “You always give me that look when you know that I’m…that I’m —”

“Up to no good?” finished Alexandra expectantly, barely able to suppress a little smile.

“Hahaha, you read me like a book,” laughed Eleanor, “And anyway, I think our little Billy here will really appreciate my ide—”

“Look! Look!! It’s happening again!” cried Shanna, pointing excitedly down at Billy’s body. “He’s shrinking again!!”

All three women turned to look down, totally focused and wide-eyed, at Billy’s naked, exposed body, lying supine on Eleanor’s palm, with his legs hanging off in midair at her wrist. It was true — he was shrinking again, and this time, somehow, it seemed even more unnatural than it had ever seemed before. First of all, from the women’s perspective, they were watching in real-time as Billy shrank to a size smaller than he had ever been before, ever since he had been born. Before their eyes, he was shrinking to a size that was SMALLER than a newborn baby, which was all the more bizarre given that the adult features of his face, combined with the now-permanent erection he was sporting, did not go away.

From Billy’s perspective, this particular shrink spurt was the most disorienting of all. For the same reason, he could at least conceive of what it was like to be slightly smaller than a foot tall — he had seen plenty of babies before…he knew how small they were. But nothing could have prepared him for experiencing the world as he shrank BEYOND that size…smaller and smaller and smaller…seemingly without stopping. His grandmother’s hand seemed to burgeon and grow around him, and the heat from her palm actually became palpable to his face and the rest of his body as he continued to dwindle. Proportionally, this was the most dramatic spurt of them all. He had been 11 inches…and now he was 8…6…4 inches…and still he got smaller. Billy felt like Eleanor’s hand was about to swallow him up, and he let out what to him was a piercing scream, but what the three women barely heard was a little squeak.

“Ooooh! Listen to that!” cried Eleanor, her eyes crinkling in aroused affection at him as she peered closer. “He’s totally freaking out!”

“Aaaaand…he’s done shrinking,” said Alexandra carefully, her tone business-as-usual. “Here, hold on, Shanna, can you measure him this time? I’ve gotta call Dr. Bassett straight away.”

“It will be my pleasure!” chirped Shanna, evidently both amused and transfixed by witnessing such a dramatic shrinking spurt. Alexandra handed Shanna the tape measure as she dialed Dr. Bassett. “That is…if Eleanor can keep her hand still!” chuckled Shanna, looking askance at Billy’s grandmother.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” laughed Eleanor, shaking her head as she exhaled her mirth. “I’m just…I’m just so excited that I can barely even keep still. Just…just LOOK at him there, lying there in my hand…hahaha, oh my GOD. He was small before, but THIS!? Jesus CHRIST, nothing prepared me for THIS!!”

“Well, just…keep still for a second,” said Shanna, sticking her tongue into the inside of her mouth as she bent down to measure Billy’s body. Billy saw Shanna’s huge incoming fingers and panicked, giving way to pure primal instinct. To him, her fingers were the size of small trees, and they appeared to be coming straight for him, at a rapid pace. He tried to struggle to his feet, but Eleanor gently brought down her pinkie finger, placing the tip of its pad on Billy’s chest, holding him down completely. It was incredible — just the tip of her pinkie finger covered his chest entirely.

“Shh, shhhh, little guy, now don’t be getting all fidgety,” Eleanor cooed down at him, evidently enjoying the terrified look in Billy’s eyes as she lowered her face down even closer to his prone, trapped little body. Billy had every reason to be scared — from his perspective, it looked like Eleanor’s face was coming out of the sky itself. That’s how huge she was now, compared to him.

“Uh hi, yes, Alexandra here again,” Billy’s stepmother was saying into the phone, “Yep, he just shrunk again…yes, like literally just now. No, it stopped, maybe twenty seconds ago. He’s coherent, yes…although he looks a little disoriented…that’s normal? Ok, good…uh, let me seeeee…yep…he still has one. Yep, pointing straight up. No, he doesn’t appear to have orgasmed yet, though.”

“Ohhhhhh, we’ll just wait and see about THAT,” purred Eleanor down into Billy’s face, her own face now almost covering the panorama of his vision. Billy gulped in fear as he felt his hard cock twitch. It was humiliating enough, having his own mother speak about him like that to the doctor, but it was humiliation on a new level to respond with a cock-twitch to such a lascivious and naughty comment by his own grandmother. But as far as Billy was concerned, he was totally helpless.

“And…wait, we’re measuring him now,” Alexandra was telling Dr. Bassett over the phone. “What’s it say, Shanna?”

“It sayyyysss,” Shanna replied, putting the measuring tape next to Billy’s body and pulling it tight, brushing his body a little with her huge fingers accidentally in the process, “That he’s…1.75 inches.”

“1.75 inches,” said Alexandra promptly into the phone.

1.75 inches!? Billy’s little head was swimming. He was….THAT SMALL!?! It didn’t seem real — it didn’t seem possible…and yet, there he was, lying on his back in his grandmother’s palm, totally prone, totally tiny, and totally at their mercy.

“Oh. My. GOD,” breathed Eleanor, her eyes going even wider than they had been before. “Did you hear that, little Billy? You’re 1.75 INCHES tall. Not FEET, Billy…INCHES. Let that sink in for a minute. You know what? Go ahead and stand up, why don’t you? Hahaha, have a look around! Get a little…accustomed to your surroundings!”

Billy could feel the laughter vibrating all the way through his grandmother’s body, into her hand, and into the entirety of his body. He struggled to his feet, not enjoying the feel of her mocking laughter literally infusing the length of his skin…but even standing now, he could feel the vibrations of her chuckles tickling the soles of his bare feet. Looking around, he saw that Eleanor’s hand was so huge that from his perspective, it may as well have been a floor plan of an entire room itself. He walked a few steps this way, then a few steps that way, totally bewildered. Beyond the hand he was walking on, Eleanor’s arm stretched out before him, as long and wide as a highway…and then beyond it, the looming figures of his grandmother, his stepmother, and Shanna rose up above him like hills, like mountains in the distance. His cock twitched again as he felt the breath catch in his chest. They were ENORMOUS compared to him. Never in his life had he felt so small, so dwarfed, so insignificant as he felt now. And with a shot, he found himself glancing down, far, far down…what to him would be hundreds of feet…down the soft alabaster flesh of his grandmother's stomach, to the floor impossibly far below .

“Hey, check this out!” laughed Eleanor suddenly, shifting her hand slightly so that Billy stumbled, almost losing his balance. His grandmother had once again extended the pinkie finger of her free hand close to Billy, but this time, she stood her finger up, lengthwise, right next to his body. Billy quickly realized that not only was Eleanor’s pinkie finger thicker than him, it was taller as well…by quite a bit, at least as far as he was concerned. Reaching his arms all the way up, he would not have been able to touch the top of his grandmother’s pinkie.

“Holy shit, that’s amazing!” Shanna burst out, shaking with laughter. “He’s smaller than your pinkie, Eleanor!”

“MUCH smaller!” returned Eleanor, cracking her lips wide open at Billy, showing her teeth with her smile. “It isn’t even CLOSE…if my pinkie was a shrunken person, she’d STILL totally dwarf our little Billy here. Well? How does that make you feel, tiny boy? Still think you can work your old job with Shanna?”

“Oh my god, there’s no way!” laughed Shanna, shaking her head at him. “I mean…how could he possibly type now?!”

“Right!?” giggled Eleanor. “I bet he couldn’t even type a single letter, even if he was using his whole tiny little body to jump up and down on the keys, hahaha!”

“Right now? In ten minutes?” came Alexandra’s voice through the laughing din of the other two women. “Yes, that should work out just fine. No, no, I think it’s important that we get ourselves all squared away. Mmhm, yep! Ok…alright…yes, just come on in through the front door. I’ll leave it unlocked. Mmhm, ok…bye now.”

Shanna and Eleanor looked expectantly at Alexandra. For his part, Billy was still struggling with the sobering and ridiculous reality that he was dwarfed by his grandmother’s pinkie finger.

“Well Dr. Bassett’s coming over to give Billy a final check-up examination,” said Alexandra. “We could’ve gone over there ourselves, but it’s much less risky for Billy to not have to travel, even if it’s just a couple miles in the car.”

“God, yeah,” said Shanna, nodding thoughtfully, “Any sudden braking or acceleration that would otherwise be normal for us…heheh, well, it’d send this little guy flying. Not good!”

“Exactly,” said Alexandra, looking down at her stepson. “Now Billy,” she continued, tilting her head slightly down so that she could speak to him more directly. Billy blinked and winced a little, putting his hands up to his ears.

“I think…heheh, Alexandra, your voice,” said Shanna.

“Oh, am I speaking too loud for him?” asked Alexandra, making it a point to soften the edge of her voice a little. “Uh, there Billy…is that better?”

Billy nodded, feeling tiny in every possible sense of the word.

“Ok, so…what I was just going to say is when Dr. Bassett is here, I really don’t want you trying to run away from her or wriggling or squirming away from anything she’s trying to do to you, ok? This examination is important, and I really don’t want any of her check-ups to be compromised because you couldn’t just sit still and act mature about all of this, alright?”

Billy blinked up at the titanic hill that was his stepmother. There were so many things bumping and swirling and exploding around in his head right now, but at the top of the list were the sudden and nefarious implications that Alexandra had just dropped down on him like a load of bricks.

“Wh-what…what’s Dr. Bassett g-going to do to me!?” he said, his voice trembling.

“I’m sorry sweetheart,” said Alexandra, bringing her face much closer to him, “But you’re gonna have to say that again. You’re so small now that I can barely even hear your voice when you’re speaking.”

“I s-said…what’s Dr. Bassett going to do to me!?” yelled Billy, straining his voice. In response Alexandra shrugged her shoulders and shook her head.

“Whatever she needs to, Billy. She’s the doctor, ok? She knows what best. What’s important for YOU to do is not to pitch a fit if she asks you to do something, ok?”

Billy gaped at his stepmother, and then finally, after a few long moments, he simply nodded his head, his shoulders and head drooping in resignation. What could he do? What was he supposed to do, anyway!? There was nothing…NOTHING that he could do, to stop whatever it was that was going to happen. At this point, the best he could hope for was that his shrinking had stopped for good. But even on that point, he had no idea.

“Sooooo,” came Eleanor’s voice in a sultry drawl, threading the needle through the silence, “Before Dr. Bassett gets here, little guy, I thought we could have a little chat about my idea.”

“Y-your…idea?” asked Billy. He felt Eleanor’s sweet breath wash over him as she exhaled through her nose, her mouth widening into a huge smile in the panorama of his vision.

“Yessss,” she breathed at him, her face very close to his, “The idea I was just about to mention before you started shrinking again…which…hold on…by the way, Alexandra — is he going to shrink again? Soon? Did Dr. Bassett have anything to say about that?”

“She didn’t say, no,” said Alexandra, “But she did seem to indicate that we’re nearing…the end of the spurts…if that’s any consolation to you, Billy.”

Billy’s face lit up briefly, but this reaction only elicited a mocking laugh from Eleanor.

“Aww, look at that!” she chuckled. “How precious! Somewhere in that little head, he’s still hoping that things are gonna allllll get back to normal.”

“Yeah, that’s not gonna be happening, I don’t think,” said Shanna flatly.

“So yes, my miniature little grandson,” continued Eleanor, peering down at Billy, “This idea I had. You say you still want to work, don’t you? You wanna act like a REAL adult and work, now, don’t you?”

Billy knew that his grandmother was setting some sort of trap but him, but he didn’t really have much choice of responding otherwise, and so he nodded his little head “yes.”

“And well, we know you can’t work for Shanna anymore,” chuckled Eleanor, indicating to Shanna, who responded with a definitive shake of her own head. Billy got an uneasy feeling in his stomach, even as he felt the blood rising up to his face and down to his cock. At this point, he had a good idea where his grandmother was going with this, and the thought itself made him immensely excited. So too did the sight of her free hand drifting down towards her midsection, with her fingers starting to trace circles around the deep, dark hole of her belly button just below the line of her skin-tight jeans.

“So I was thinking,” purred Eleanor deliberately, “That you could work for ME…that I could give you some…work to do…some chores, as it were.”

“Y-yeah…?” asked Billy weakly, feeling his grandmother’s exhaled breath strengthen against his face. Clearly, Eleanor was getting excited as well.

“See, I’ve got this problem,” Eleanor continued. “As you know, I’ve got a really big, really DEEP belly button.”

“Oh boy, here we go,” said Alexandra, rolling her eyes. But even the stoic stepmother couldn’t hide her amused smile this time. There was no hiding it at this point — she got a real kick out of her mother’s sexual dynamic with her stepson.

“A really, REALLY big, dark, and deep belly button,” Eleanor repeated at Billy, bringing her face even closer to him, so that her lips were almost touching his body. “And being as big and deep as it is, there’s all this stuff that gets…you know…stuck up inside it. It can be hard for me to clean sometimes, since I’ve got these biggggg fingers that can’t really reach down into all the little nooks and crannies, you know? But that’s where YOU come in, little Billy. Can you imagine what you’ll be doing?”

“I…uhh c-cleaning…y-your —”

“Yesssss, Billy,” said Eleanor, as if she was speaking to a child, “Cleaning your grandmother’s big, deep belly button! You’re small enough to do a REALLY thorough job, you know…and this job comes with a verrrrrry special perk.”

“A p-perk?” asked Billy, not understanding.

“Oh yeah,” said Eleanor. “You see, when Dorothy’s all dirty she gets self-conscious. She kind of…how to say it…shuts down. But when she’s all nicccce and sparkly clean, welllll then she REALLY wants to come out and play. And I know that she’s just LOVE to see how teeny tiny her best little buddy Billy had become, hmmmm? What about that, Dorothy? You wanna see how small your best friend is now?”

Eleanor had addressed these last two questions down to her belly button. She paused, seeming to wait for a response. The moments passed by, and nothing came. Eleanor looked knowingly at Billy, tilting her head to the side slightly.

“You see?” she said. “She’s too embarrassed right now…cause she’s a littttttle too dirty. But if you can do some good work, cleaning her…?”

“I w-will! Yes…yes I will!” Billy exclaimed, totally losing himself to the lustful promise of more time with “Dorothy.” He could only imagine what his grandmother might have her belly button do to him now.

“Holy shit!” laughed Shanna, “He totally has no shame at all, at this point!”

“Well that’s normal, actually, for men who come down with this condition,” came Dr. Bassett’s voice. She had just entered the house, and the other women had all been so focused on Eleanor teasing Billy that they hadn’t even noticed her. Now that the doctor had spoken, however, all attention turned to her. The blond doctor, just a bit older than Alexandra and wearing her white lab coat, cut an authoritative figure, especially since she was wearing 3-inch heels that bumped her height up to 5’11. To Billy, though, such massive differences didn’t do much to alter his perception of her. Just like the other three women in the room, the doctor looked like an imposing, moving, oncoming mountain.

“Oh is that right?” asked Alexandra. “Is that…uhm, a symptom of the disease?”

“Well not directly, no,” answered Dr. Bassett, going straight over to Eleanor’s hand, nodding a greeting to her and Shanna before peering down at Billy. The doctor’s incoming face was imposing and intimidating to Billy, and he unconsciously staggered back from her.

“Men naturally feel powerful and dominant in our culture,” said Dr. Bassett calmly as she stretched Billy’s body out with her fingers and started examining him. “So when they suffer a debilitating condition like this, well…unlike us women, lots of men have absolutely no practice with preserving their own dignity when it’s under attack. And when it’s under an attack this swift and dramatic…heheh, well, is it really too hard to imagine why so many of them simply crumble emotionally?”

“Huh…that’s actually a great point,” said Eleanor thoughtfully. Alexandra and Shanna were both nodding as well.

“Now let’s see…one of the questions now,” said Dr. Bassett, whipping out a magnifying glass and looking through it at Billy, “How far gone is he?”

To Billy, it looked like the doctor’s eye was dramatically enlarged by the magnifying glass. He tried to struggle, but Dr. Bassett’s fingers held him firmly — he felt so incredibly objectified being examined in this way, but there was literally nothing he could do about it.

“Hmm, yep, his penis is as hard as a rock,” muttered Dr. Bassett. “Or…well, at least as hard as a tiny little pebble.”

“Hahaha! Oh man, good one!” burst out Eleanor, shaking with laughter. “I mean…hahahaha! It IS really small, though, isn’t it!”

“Well, the doctor literally needed a magnifying glass to see it!” laughed Shanna.

“That’s something definitely inherited from his birth father, let me tell you,” chuckled Alexandra, throwing in her two cents.

“Heheh, so yes, anyway…he’s been like this for awhile, then?” asked Dr. Bassett.

“His cock? Oh yeah, he’s been pebble-hard ever since he got home today,” laughed Eleanor. “Even though he’s cum quite a few times, actually.”

“Oh is that so?” inquired the doctor, winking at Eleanor. “None of my business how, of course. But it is significant that his priapism is ongoing. I think we might need to do what I said to you earlier, Alexandra…and manually drain him. Otherwise he risks losing his member altogether.”

“Doctor,” grinned Eleanor, “I know you probably have all your special instruments and whatnot…”

“Yes…” said Dr. Bassett expectantly.

“But I think,” continued Eleanor, looking around at the other women, “That I know the best way to “drain” our little Billy here.”

“N-no,” said Billy, turning pleading eyes up at his grandmother. He wanted it…he wanted it so badly, but to be humiliated like that in front of all these women…AGAIN…he wasn’t sure his mind could take it.

“Oohhhhh Billlllyyyyy!” came a cute, high-pitched little voice out of Eleanor’s mouth. “Dorothy’s” voice. “Oh little, little Billlllly!?”

“N-no…” stuttered Billy again, starting to shake with arousal. Dr. Bassett kept her magnifying glass on him, watching him with interest.

“I hearrrrrd,” continued “Dorothy’s” voice, “That you got eeeeeven smalller, little boyyyyy! I’m sooooo, so dirty with all your dried cum up in my throat *cough* *cough* but maybeeee I can help lubricate it all back up again…And ESPECIALLY considering what the doctor just said…about you needing to be draaaaained. That woke me up, Billy.”

“Pl-please…please…” Billy begged weakly, getting dizzy from how aroused he was becoming. And, just like that, he shrank again, right in front of Dr. Bassett, all the way down to .8 inches.

“It’s the start of the final process,” the doctor murmured. “Wow, I’m so glad I’m here to see it.”

“Shhhhlllllllthhhhhhhhewwwwww….Shhhhhhllllllthhhhheeeeeewwwwwww!” “Dorothy” was making lewd slurping noises, as Eleanor’s free hand manipulated the mouth of her belly button. Billy almost came right then and there.

“Doctorrrr,” came “Dorothy’s” voice, “Would you be so kind as to bring Billy down…towards my mouth, please? I wanna see him…up close…and then…I wanna show you how well I can draaaaain him for you.”

“Haha, well yes,” chuckled Dr. Bassett, “It will be my pleasure, Ms. Dorothy.” Clearly, she had been filled in on the details by Alexandra before. Reaching into her lab coat pocket, still looking at him with her magnifying glass, Dr. Bassett produced a set of tweezers and slowly, carefully, used them to nab Billy’s tiny body. There was no use for him struggling — the tweezers looked as huge and strong as twin steel beams. He found himself being lowered down towards the gaping hole of Eleanor’s navel, which yawned open like a hungry mouth, getting bigger and bigger in his vision with each passing moment.

Eleanor puckered it into a mouth shape again as he was lowered closer.

Shhhhlllllllthhhhhhhhewwwwww….Shhhhhhllllllthhhhheeeeeewwwwwww!”

Chapter 11

Billy shut his eyes as his little body squirmed and writhed fruitlessly in Dr. Bassett’s tweezers. He knew that his struggle was an impossible one, but that didn’t stop his body from spasming and resisting on its own accord; in this moment, Billy was in sheer survival mode, and his primal instincts were pumping adrenaline throughout his miniature body. Through the madness of his resistance, he somehow reasoned that if he wasn’t looking at Eleanor’s cavernous belly button that was fast approaching, then maybe he would be able to fight the terrible, searing urge to once again paint the inside of its fleshy walls with load after load of his cum. But a quick little musical laugh from “Dorothy” put any of his ambitions of resistance to rest.

“Awwwwww, looooooook everyone!” giggled “Dorothy,” as Dr. Bassett lowered him closer and closer to Eleanor’s navel, “My sweet, cute little lover-boy is trying to get awaaaaaay from me! Look at him! He’s squirming around like a little worm — hahaha, he’s even shut his eyes! Can you belieeeeeeve it!? After all the time we’ve spent together…after ALLLL I’ve done for him, all the pleasure we’ve shared…he doesn’t want me??”

“Don’t take it to heart, Dorothy,” chuckled Shanna, playing along with Eleanor’s game as she peered in close to Billy’s body, so close, in fact, that he could smell her hot, fresh, sweet breath washing over his body like a tidal wave. He was already shaking, but the sheer proximity of Shanna’s face to his body made him even more terrified. His eyes were still tightly closed, but he could FEEL the size of her body next to his…to say nothing of Eleanor’s body, which he knew was directly in front of him now. Then “Dorothy” spoke again, and Billy could feel the air currents of Eleanor’s gaping belly button hit him in the face, as she manipulated the flesh of her hole to make it move like a mouth. Billy’s cock was completely erect, and he desperately wanted to open his eyes, to look at the lascivious monstrosity of his grandmother’s belly button lewdly kissing the air in front of him. But for the moment, his fear outweighed his lust, and his eyes remained shut.

“Yeah, I think he’s just scared of you,” observed Dr. Bassett form over her glasses as she brought him still closer with her tweezers. “A common symptom for men who develop this condition…ESPECIALLY young men.”

“Why young men, especially, may I ask?” inquired Alexandra, who was watching the whole scene unfold with mild amusement and interest.

“Well it’s the young men who tend to have the overactive sex drives,” explained Dr. Basset, eliciting a hearty laugh from Eleanor that shook the exposed flesh of her belly.

“Hahaha, speak for yourself, doctor!” she exclaimed. “Mine’s only gotten MORE intense with age…like fine wine, ladies.”

“Yeah, mine hasn’t slowed down either,” agreed Shanna, peering down close at Billy and licking her lips, her wide eyes betraying her obvious enjoyment of the current situation.

“Well do you think I’d have taken the trouble to be here if not for a bit of my own…personal enjoyment?” remarked Dr. Bassett wryly, arching her eyebrow up suggestively at Eleanor and Shanna. “Of course, for professional reasons, but…I’m sure you won’t mind me saying Alexandra, this condition is a rare treat to witness, especially when it reveals a particular sexual orientation that is…uniquely submissive, might I say.”

“Oh, that much is clear,” chuckled Alexandra. “And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying it too. I always knew my Billy was a softy and a momma’s boy at heart, but I never really knew that he was…THIS soft, heheh. The more you know, I guess…”

“Yes indeed,” nodded Dr. Basset, teasing Billy’s body around in a circle by Eleanor’s belly button. “The more you know…”

Billy shuddered with pleasure as he felt his naked body touch the outer flesh of his grandmother’s navel. Its soft pillowy flesh was giving way to his feet and legs, seeming to accept his body in its swallowing embrace…but just like that, his legs were moving in free air again, only to come back to the flesh’s kiss moments later. He inadvertently opened his eyes for a fraction of a second, and he saw the huge, dark, yawning cave of the hole directly below his feet. He shut them tightly again, but he knew that, having seen such an overpoweringly erotic sight, his resistance was crumbling fast. He felt his feet and lower legs getting swallowed up again in his grandmother’s voluminous flesh, as her high-pitched voice issued forth from on high.

“Ohhhhh…..mmmmwwwwah! Mmmmmmwwaaah!” moaned “Dorothy,” making kissing noises as Eleanor had her pucker her “lips” as she briefly swallowed up Billy’s feet and lower legs. “Ooooo, he’s…he’s so TASTY! Mmmmmmm…give him to meeeeee….GIVE his little body to meeeeeee…..mrrrggghh….I’ll take GOOD care of him.”

“No…no, g-grandma…please,” whispered Billy weakly, shaking his head from side to side as the goosebumps rose to attention all across his naked body. He could feel his loins beginning to seize up, and he knew, even though the interaction with her belly button had only just begun, that he wasn’t far away from blowing his load again.

“You tiny little ungrateful perv!” scolded “Dorothy,” miming resentment and anger as her voice rose to an even higher pitch, chastising her prey, “After all the affection and attention and looooooove I’ve shown you….you won’t even look at me!”

“Not a gentlemanly way to treat you, Dorothy!” laughed Shanna, peering through Dr. Bassett’s magnifying glass so she could get a better look at Billy. “Not very nice at all!”

“Well what do you expect?” smiled Dr Bassett, still teasing Billy around Eleanor’s navel in circles, “He’s not really a man anymore, is he? Can’t really expect him to act like one when the clinical reality is that he’s mentally and physically regressed beyond recognition. Stage 4 of the condition almost always looks like this, unless, of course, the victim can muster up a little courage.”

“They’re right, Billy,” said Alexandra softly, folding her arms across her large breasts, smirking a little at herself as she joined in on the fun, “This is certainly no way to treat a lady…especially one that you’re attracted to.”

“Mmmmmwwwah….mmmmwaaaahhhhh!!” moaned “Dorothy” out again, kissing at Billy’s feet and legs again. Billy was sure that he couldn’t last much longer, but then, quite suddenly, taking him completely by surprise, Dr. Bassett opened her tweezers, letting Billy’s body fall through the air. He gave what to him sounded like a great yelp, a sound that, in reality, could barely be heard by the other ladies, coming out as the barest little hint of a squeak. In shock and terror, he opened his eyes, just in time to see himself actually falling into the dark pit of Eleanor’s cavernous belly button. At .8 inches tall, he wasn’t big enough to get caught in the entrance (considering that Eleanor had a bigger-than-average hole down there), and his world darkened around him as he fell all the way into the opening, landing face-down, smack at the crusty, fleshy bottom. Immediately, before he could move, the ecstatic and enthusiastic sound of “Dorothy’s” “mouth” filled his ears like rushing water.

“Shhhhhhhhllllllthhhhhh!” sucked “Dorothy,” as Eleanor puckered her “mouth” up even more. As she did so, Billy’s world went completely dark, as the opening to Eleanor’s belly button was closed up completely, if only for a few moments. When “Dorothy” opened her “mouth” again, Billy could see up out of the hole he was now in, only to have her suck him up totally again, hiding his body from view.

“Sssshhhhhhhhhlllllthhhhhhhoooohhhhhh my GOODNESS!” “Dorothy” squealed hungrily. “I ate him!! Hahaha, did you all see that!? I totally just ATE HIM WHOLE!! MMMMMMMMMM!!!”

“Wow he…actually fit all the way inside,” muttered Alexandra, her eyebrows going up in amazement.

“I knew he was tiny, but damn…I didn’t really realize that he was THAT tiny!” laughed Shanna, her curvy flesh jiggling as she shook her head down at Billy incredulously. When Eleanor finally relented, and let her belly button open, Billy found that he was blinking up at four pairs of imposing, glittering female eyes, all of them trained down in focused amusement on him. Through the magnifying glass, the eyes of Shanna and Dr. Bassett looked abnormally huge as they stared down on him, like some terrifying flying saucers in the sky. Far beyond, he could see his stepmother, the size of a mountain as far as he was concerned, looking mildly amused, with her tongue in her cheek, and her hands on her hips. He couldn’t even see Eleanor’s face beyond her huge breasts, but then, suddenly, Eleanor arched her back so that she could peer down at her grandson’s body. To Billy, at his current .8-inch size, Eleanor’s navel was the size of a large, abnormally-deep hot tub. He stood up, and realized that his head barely even cleared the surface.

“Well, well, looks like you ended up exactly where you wanted, huh little Billy?” laughed Eleanor in her own voice. Billy could literally feel her voice all around him, and he was especially cognizant of how the vibrations of her voice actually travelled up through his feet. He could FEEL the vibrations in the soles of his feet, and somehow, they all seemed to go straight for the tight coil of his loins, a coil that was threatening to break now at any moment.

“No answer?” teased Eleanor. “I thought it was Dorothy you weren’t talking to. No word for your little ole’ grandma, huh? Heheh, I guess it’s understandable, though. You’re just totally overwhelmed by all of this, aren’t you? By all of US. Haha, it must have made you feel pretty ridiculous when Dr. Bassett picked you up with her tweezers, right!? I mean…like you were literally nothing.”

“When I eat Chinese take-out with chopsticks,” laughed Dr. Bassett, peering down at him through her magnifying glass, “It’s heavier than Billy was just then.”

“Ha! Imagine that!” burst out Eleanor, giggling so hard that Billy banged around in her belly button, almost losing his footing. “You weigh less than a few grains of rice, Billy. Not really much of a meal for Dorothy, are you?”

Billy knew what was coming, but he could do nothing to stop it. He had seen his grandmother screw up her face into that telltale pucker, and it didn’t surprise him that she abruptly switched to “Dorothy’s” voice when she spoke again.

“Ohhhh but he’s the puuuurrrrrfect little meal for me!” intoned “Dorothy,” as Eleanor massaged the circumference of her belly button to mime the motion of furrowing lips. “Mmmmm, his little body fits RIGHT inside my mouthhhhh…and besides, it’s what’s INSIDE him that I’m after. It’s that hot, sweet little dash of juice from his balls that I’ve been craaaaaving ever since I had it last!”

“N-no….no p-please, no,” trembled Billy, feeling his entire body go red as he shook with barely-repressed lust. He could really feel his loins seizing now…he knew it was only a matter of time.

“Oh my god — look at himmmm!” laughed Shanna, pointing a huge finger down at him as she continued to peer through the magnifying glass, “He’s totally turning red!”

“Is that…normal?” asked Alexandra uncertainly, her breasts bouncing gently as she jockeyed slightly for a better position to watch.

“Oh yes, totally normal…nothing to fear,” reassured Dr. Bassett, letting out a little exhale of laughter herself as she continued looking down at Billy. “It’s just that…haha, it’s rare for medical professionals to observe the symptoms of this condition in real-time. I’m definitely going to be writing up a journal article on this, mark my words.”

“Oooooo, you’ll include meeee in your lab report?!” “Dorothy” squealed, as Eleanor continued to lap at Billy’s upper body with the edges of her belly button.

“Of course I will!” laughed Dr. Bassett.

“Well lemme just show you,” said “Dorothy,” the sound of determination now hardening her voice, “How thirsty I am for my little Billy to give me his deeeeeeelicious little spray of juicy juice! And lemme show you how desssssperately he wants to give it to me!”

Without warning, Eleanor abruptly started her belly rolls again, sending her entire stomach into a disorienting array of rivulets and waves…but this time, Billy was actually standing up INSIDE of her belly button, and Eleanor’s belly rolls therefore had a massively increased effect on him. It felt like his feet were suddenly standing on an ocean of turbulent flesh, and it wasn’t just the floor he was standing on — it was EVERYTHING, everything around him, that was moving. The walls of Eleanor’s navel had suddenly come alive, and they were waving and shaking and shuddering and undulating with a persistent lewdness that he was simply not prepared for. All around his little body, the shaking, squeezing, squelching hugged and prodded and embraced his body, mashing his cock up against its fleshy walls, giving him no room whatsoever to escape. Only his head was free of “Dorothy’s” gravity well, and even then, when his wide, desperate eyes looked around, all they could see was an ocean of quivering, rolling flesh. And he knew it was all for him, every movement designed to overpower his will, and extract every last ounce of cum from his defeated, tiny husk of a body.

“AWAWAWAWAWAWAWAHHHHHHHH!!” cried out “Dorothy,” mimicking the sound of someone lewdly slurping at the air with her tongue. “AWAWAWAWAWAWAWAAWAHHHHH!!! MMMRRRGGGHHHHH!!!! GIVE it to me little Billy!! GIVE me your swweeeeeeeet, tassssssty juuuuice!! SHOOT it into my mouuuuuthhhhh!!! DO IT!! DO ITTTTTT!!!!

“….yyyyyyyyyyyyyyYYYYAAUUGHHH! YAUGH! YYAAAUGHHHH!!!” Billy burst out of his lungs. He could hold back no longer, and his tiny shrunken body spasmed out in a series of crazy, uncontrolled paroxysms of despairing lust, spraying the walls of Eleanor’s belly button with rope after rope of hot cum. His orgasming spasms were so intense that he lost his footing, and he stumbled backward and forward, left and right, in a disorganized series of zigzagging circles, banding into the walls of his grandmother’s belly button over and over as he continued to cum helplessly down its fleshy walls. Soon, almost the entire circumference of her navel was dripping and oozing with Billy’s jizz.

“Ooooooo!! Ommmnonmnomnomnom!!” laughed “Dorothy” in a guttural drawl, making lubricious slurping sounds as she “swallowed” the cum. The other women reacted in their own unique ways — Shanna’s eyes went wide as she hooted and clapped her hands, jokingly cheering Billy on. Dr. Bassett clucked her tongue and brought the magnifying glass still closer to get an even better view of the cumshots. Alexandra couldn’t help but widen her closed-mouth smirk, as her eyebrows went up and she let out a little breath of laughter from her nose. Eleanor, clearly, was enjoying the moment the most, which was saying something — her eyes were positively glinting with pleasure, opened hungrily wide to drink in the scene that was transpiring in her belly button. Her full lips were puckered up, squealing in “Dorothy’s” voice, as she continued to roll her stomach over and over, bringing her hands down and billowing the flesh around her navel like a ravenously sucking mouth.

After a full minute of relentless, exhausting orgasm, Billy’s body finally gave out, and he collapsed in a heap at the bottom of Eleanor’s belly button. Her hole was so deep that, even though his whole body was inside, he didn’t even fill up half the space. His naked, shivering, spent little body was curled up on the "floor," starting to feel the encroaching ooze of his own cum as it continued dripping down the fleshy walls, pooling at the bottom around his drained body.

“God, just look at him,” murmured Alexandra, taking her turn to look through Dr. Bassett’s magnifying glass at the prostrate figure of her son. “He looks even…tinier than I remembered, when he’s curled up like that down there.”

“Mmhm,” agreed Shanna, “That’s just what I was thinking. God, I thought he was small before, but now!? Haha, wow…and to think that I didn’t think he could look any less pathetic!”

“Well, there’s nothing like being totally drained and incapacitated, lying naked in a pool of your own cum, in your grandmother’s belly button!” laughed Eleanor cheerily, using her own voice again. She arched her back farther as she peered down. “Thank you, Billy…Dorothy is quite full and satisfied…for the moment, haha! But don’t count her out for too much longer! You know how…insatiable she is.”

“And WE know that the shrinking…isn’t over yet,” added Dr. Bassett, squinting her eyes as she looked discerningly through her magnifying glass.

“What!?” squealed Shanna, briefly losing her professional demeanor in an exclamation of pleasure. “You mean…he’s gonna get EVEN SMALLER??”

“Oh yes,” said Dr. Bassett matter-of-factly, not looking away from Eleanor’s belly button, “And if my knowledge of this condition is correct…it should be happening…any time now.”

“Any time?” asked Alexandra, her voice tinged with some uncharacteristic excitement, even as she maintained her composure. “But…surely he’s reached his shrinking limit at this point, doctor? I mean…any smaller and…well…we might actually lose him in there. And then who’s to say what will happen to him? He’ll be crushed for sure!”

“Hmmmm, yes,” muttered Dr. Bassett professionally, keeping her hawk-eye on Billy’s trembling, semi-conscious body at the bottom of Eleanor’s belly button, “That IS the danger with conditions like this…but not to worry Alexandra…I don’t think this next spurt will make him…microscopically small, or anything like that.”

“Oh that’s too bad!” joked Eleanor, rolling her eyes as she pretended to whine. “I was looking forward to needing a microscope to see him — haha, just imagine that, Billy! Being so small that we need powerful technology to even SEE you! Haha, I bet if you got that small, you wouldn’t even be able to understand our words anymore — it would just sound like thunder to you, hahaha!”

“That’s undoubtedly true, Eleanor,” remarked Dr. Bassett, “Although I have to say, even at this size, our little Billy’s ears are already probably overwhelmed by the sound of our voices. It’s no wonder that he’s only semi-conscious now…among, of course, the many other factors.”

“Hah! “Other factors.” That’s one way to put it!” laughed Eleanor, jiggling her belly.

“Let’s just keep watching here in silence for a minute,” proposed Dr. Bassett. “Just to give him a little time to recover. For research purposes, I’d like him to be as conscious as possible when the next spurt hits. I want to see the reaction in his face.”

The women all dutifully lapsed into an expectant, weighty silence as they all took turns peering through the magnifying glass to watch Billy come to his senses. From Billy’s perspective, the world was a confused and muddled jumble of shivering flesh and cacophonous noises…but gradually, bit by bit, he began to recover himself. His hearing returned to normal, although he didn’t know it immediately, as there was an eerie silence above him. The inner workings of Eleanor’s mighty body, however, were more than apparent to his ears, and he found that he could hear the great, rhythmic pumping of her huge heart, since his ear was pressed down into the bottom skin of her navel. His eyesight returned next, and he gradually became aware again that he was lying in a gathering pool of his own cum.

Burning with shame, but still somehow propelled forward to stand up, he rose shakily to his feet, looking up at the four pairs of eyes watching him silently. The eager eye of Dr. Bassett stared down at him with particularly magnified poignancy.

“Take a gander, ladies!” whispered Dr. Bassett excitedly, encouraging them all to look through the magnifying glass. “It’s about to happen — I can tell!”

Billy didn’t know what she was talking about, but almost immediately after the words had left her mouth, he found that the walls of Eleanor’s belly button seemed to be growing all around him. He looked about in panic, but there was nothing he could do — they WERE growing, up and up and up, seeming to swallow him up in their insistent, voluptuous embrace. The other women all crowded around the magnifying glass. Shanna exhaled in thrilled, open-mouthed glee; Alexandra’s eyebrows went up as she nodded her head, still smirking slightly. Dr. Bassett was whispering inaudible words into a voice recorder she was holding close to her lips, taking live notes of the process. Eleanor’s arching head was looking down at him, an unabashed grin on her face, as her eyes glinted with barely-contained lust.

That’s when Billy truly understood. Her belly button wasn’t GROWING around him. He was SHRINKING again. Down, down, down he went, smaller and smaller and smaller, until the top opening of his grandmother’s navel was out of reach for him, even when he held his arms up as far as they could go, standing on his tiptoes. The world around him grew darker still as he dwindled down further and further into the recesses of Eleanor's hole. The living walls of flesh seemed to deepen all around him, moving and gyrating softly with every breath that Eleanor took. Billy noticed that he was now ankle-deep in the pool of his own cum now, and as he looked up at the walls around him, he marveled at the dripping streaks of cum that were still dripping down the walls. It seemed incredible that HE had expelled all that cum, just a short while ago…but he also knew that it only seemed like so much because he had been so much bigger before.

And then, suddenly, the shrinking seemed to stop.

“Well,” muttered Dr. Bassett, mere moments later, “I think that one’s done now. Hold still Billy…you can still hear me, right?”

“Y-yesss!” called out Billy.

“Huh…can’t hear you, but I can see that your mouth is open and that you’re nodding,” chuckled Dr. Bassett. “Ok good…now I want you to stand up straight, Billy, and be still…I’m going to measure you now.”

She carefully lowered a long thin metal instrument into Eleanor’s belly button.

“Hey! That tickles!” giggled Eleanor, sending the walls around Billy rippling with movement. He barely managed to keep his feet, and his body was shaking from the sheer power of the erotic knowledge that he was THIS TINY…INSIDE his grandmother’s belly button. Even the slightest little hint of a chuckle from her set his whole world shaking. She had the power of an earthquake in her breath.

“And I need YOU….to hold still too,” winked Dr. Bassett at Eleanor. “Won’t take a minute….ok there…all measured.”

Billy had no idea how the instrument had measured him — Dr. Bassett was removing it almost as soon as she had put it in. She glanced at the measurement, and her eyebrows went up.

“What’s it say, what’s it say!?” asked Shanna, barely able to control herself.

“It says…that he’s now half an inch tall,” said Dr. Bassett softly. All four women turned to look through the magnifying glass as Billy began to shake in place once more.

Half….an inch!!?

Chapter 12

For a few long moments — what seemed an eternity to Billy — there was a stunned silence amongst the four women. They were all looking at each other, open-mouthed, in various degrees of shock. Alexandra, as usual, was the calmest and most collected of the four of them. But even her mouth was open, as she was unable to contain the shock at hearing how small her stepson had become. Dr. Bassett was glancing from woman to woman, her eyebrows raised expectantly, lips parted, as she thoroughly enjoyed seeing the reactions from each of them; this was one of the main reasons why she had bothered to come over in the first place. Shanna and Eleanor were definitely the most conspicuously excited of the four, and the two of them were looking wide-eyed at each other, barely able to keep their glee in check. And all the while, Billy cowered at the bottom of his grandmother’s belly button, a literal prisoner in her flesh, naked, and in a pool of his own cum.

Eleanor, as might be expected, was the one to finally break the silence.

“Half…an…INCH!?!” she roared out in laughter, her fleshy stomach rolling with mirth, the vibrations literally sending Billy airborne for a brief moment, before he splashed down again at the bottom of her navel. “HE’S HALF AN INCH TALL???”

“Yep! That’s right!” clucked Dr. Basset, clicking her tongue smartly as she withdrew the thin metal measuring device, unable to stifle a grin herself. “Poor little Billy here appears to have a particularly severe case of this condition, but never fear ladies. That should be the last spurt that he has to go through.”

“You had mentioned that before,” said Alexandra, taking a step closer to peer down into her mother’s belly button, at the flailing form of Billy as he struggled in the puddle of his cum to stand up again. “But…I mean, are you sure that it’s all over? This whole condition seems to have a mind of its own and everything, so I —”

“Alexandra, trust me on this,” interrupted Dr. Bassett kindly, putting a hand on her shoulder. “I’ve been observing him closely ever since I got here, and from what I’ve seen, all of his symptoms are consistent with a half-inch ending point for the shrinking spurts.”

“Hmm, well if you say so…” said Alexandra, a little uncertainly, raising an eyebrow as Billy slipped in his own cum and fell flat on his face again.

“Ooooo! That tickles!” giggled Eleanor, her belly gently shaking in pleasure.

“Don’t worry, I’ve seen this condition a number of times before,” continued Dr. Bassett, squeezing Alexandra’s shoulder with her hand as she put away her measuring device, “And all the signs with little Billy have been the same thus far. Barring any kind of bizarre anomaly, his shrinking is over.”

“Awww come on doctor!” giggled Eleanor, looking down at Billy as she resumed her playful belly rolls, which caused him to lose his footing again and fall down. “I’m trying to enjoy the moment here and you have to go off spouting all the bad news! What are you trying to do, bring us all down?!”

“I’m gonna be honest — not really sure I could be brought down at the moment!” laughed Shanna, who had become a little red in the face from her constant silent snickers as she watched Billy keep trying to stand up, only to fall down time and time again because of Eleanor’s stomach rolls. “Watching a half-inch-tall Billy trying and failing to just stand up inside his grandmother’s belly button…heheheh…yeeeaahhhh, I hadn’t realized it before, but this is EXACTLY what I needed in my life!”

“You and me both!” returned Eleanor, finally stopping the motion of her stomach, which allowed Billy to stand up. But even still, even without Eleanor deliberately sabotaging him, Billy found it extremely difficult to stand up. For one thing, the “floor” beneath him was in constant motion. It wasn’t from Eleanor’s belly rolls — instead, the movement came from two sources: Eleanor’s breathing, which curved the bottom floor of her belly button into a gentle, humping arc, and back down, every few seconds…and (as Billy quickly realized) her heartbeat. Billy could feel the mighty whooshing of Eleanor’s blood going through the vessels under the “floor” he was standing on.

This was perhaps the most disarming and powerful realization of them all for Billy. He had already become somewhat accustomed to the idea of Eleanor’s breathing, and how it affected the movement of her stomach…but to feel the heavy, powerful, and rhythmic beating of her blood underneath him, through the very floor he stood on…well, Billy hadn’t thought it possible, but it made him feel even tinier and more insignificant than he already felt. Just imagining the sheer amount of blood in her body, and how her strong, mighty heart was pumping it through her, made him feel like a tiny little insect. He doubted whether there was enough blood in his body, at this point, to fill the tip of her finger.

The four women were all staring down at him, but Billy felt a shadow cool and darken his skin even further as Alexandra leaned in especially close, peering down at him with precise, hawk-eyed scrutiny.

“So tell me, doctor,” she intoned, her voice feeling to Billy like the rumbling thunder of an incoming storm, “Will he…remain this size permanently…or will he…will he somehow grow back to his former size?”

“Ooooo, yes, tell us, tellll usssss!” chuckled Eleanor. “And if he is growing back, is there a way to prevent it?”

“Hahaha, you’re too much, Eleanor, you know that?” laughed Dr. Bassett. “With all the drive and panache of a much younger woman too, I might add. If I have half the energy you do when I’m your age, I’ll be happy.”

“It’s all in the mind, doctor,” chuckled Eleanor, winking at her and pointing to her own head, “As I’m sure you know.”

“Well, anyway, to your question, Alexandra,” smiled Dr. Bassett, “If Billy had only shrunk an inch or two, or even a foot or two, as often happens with milder forms of this condition, then his prognosis for regaining his former size would be much, much better. So the prognosis is, in general, inversely proportional to the amount of shrinking. The more shrinking, the worse the prognosis.”

Billy could feel his little stomach starting to drop. He was barely able to stand, with both of his hands grabbing at the walls of Eleanor’s belly button for support as the “floor” heaved and buckled beneath him, but even as he remained focused on standing upright, he couldn’t ignore the conversation happening far above him…nor, of course, could he ignore that Eleanor’s belly button had become like a deep, dark well, with walls of living flesh, that had become his prison. He still couldn’t believe how huge she was now, compared to him. It suddenly occurred to him that at least ten or fifteen copies of his tiny, skinny little frame could have fit in Eleanor’s navel…and there would have still probably been some room to spare.

“So as I was saying,” continued Dr. Bassett, “If Billy had only shrunk a couple inches or so, we could reasonably expect that he would eventually regain his size, perhaps within the next few weeks or so. For this condition, that is the most common end result — it’s generally a mild condition, so mild, in fact, that some men don’t even realize they had it.”

“And…and what about people who shrink…a foot or two?” asked Eleanor. Alexandra could tell that her mother was intent on drawing the truth out of Dr. Bassett, bit by bit, for maximum enjoyment. She didn’t want to hear the punchline too soon, since at this point, everyone pretty much knew where it was going.

“Well…of course the prognosis for them would definitely be worse,” answered Dr. Bassett, her mouth breaking into a smile as she understood what Eleanor wanted her to do. “There are certainly a few isolated instances of such patients fully regaining their size, but once the shrinking reduces the victim’s height by around one-fifth…the outcomes are usually not too rosy. These patients usually suffer from compromised size for the rest of their lives, even if they regain a bit of height or a bit of their former muscle mass.”

“And what about…haha, well —” began Eleanor, barely able to keep herself from shaking with laughter. All four women looked back down into her belly button. Eleanor didn’t even need to finish her question.

“For men who shrink…THIS much,” said Dr. Bassett slowly, impressively, seeming to enjoy and relish each syllable separately as she spoke, “There is absolutely NO HOPE…of regaining original size and height…OR of even regaining any previous size or height at all…PERIOD.”

Billy backed up against the wall of Eleanor’s belly button, his little chest rising and falling quickly in reaction to the slow, steady, and crushing words spoken by the doctor. He hadn’t realized it before, but he knew now that he had been nursing some kind of desperate psychic hope, some farfetched solution to all of his problems, by subconsciously daring to hope that this disorienting, whirling nightmare of a reality would all be miraculously undone as quickly as it had begun. He had been hoping that all of this was going to be temporary, and that all the shame and ignominy of his condition would be somehow neutralized and forgotten when he regained his former size. he could have said that everything, especially his erections and his helpless lust, had been the result of the condition, of the disease…Billy realized that, without even understanding what his brain was doing, that he had already worked out his excuses in his head.

But NOW…but now that he knew that there was no going back, that his shrinking was permanent, he understood what his brain had been doing, and felt a terrible sense of despair upon realizing that all of his hopes and desires for a return to normal life, for a return to his old adult dignity, were now utterly impossible.

“Well then!” murmured Alexandra softly, her eyebrows going up as she continued to peer down at Billy.

“Oh my god…” whispered Shanna, also bending in closer to get a better look at the tiny man down in the hole.

“So he’s…he’s going to be this way…this SMALL…forever!?” asked Eleanor in a hushed voice. Billy could feel everything around him vibrating, and he knew that his grandmother was barely holding herself together. For him, it was a terrifying experience. The floor, and the walls of the belly button he was imprisoned in, were all shaking and vibrating with incredible energy. He felt like the walls of the belly button were about to cave in and entomb him inside permanently.

“Yes,” answered Dr. Bassett simply.

“And there’s no way…NO way…that he’ll be regrowing…at ALL!?” asked Eleanor again, in that same terrifyingly hushed voice.

“Nope,” replied Dr. Bassett, shaking her head firmly. “There’s absolutely no precedent for such a prognosis. Barring anything truly anomalous, something that’s never happened before in the entire history of medical literature, we can all safely assume that little Billy here is going to STAY little…going to STAY half an inch tall, for the rest of his life.”

Billy felt the tears starting to pool in his eyes as he felt the overwhelming sense of crushing hopelessness descend upon him. But almost as soon as it had started, a very new feeling joined his despair — unrestrained lust — and this feeling immediately accompanied the sound of a new and high-pitched voice that was now cutting the air like a shining silver knife, crystal-clear and wickedly sharp.

“Ooooooooooo!!” squealed “Dorothy” in that unmistakable, girlish little voice, “So my sweeeeeet, sweet little Billy is going to be able to stay INSIDE meeeee!? Forever and everrrr!?”

“Haha, if you want him to,” chuckled Dr. Bassett, putting the rest of her instruments away as she continued to play along, “There’s nothing he can do now to go against you.”

“Ohhhhh Billlllyyyyyy!!” squealed “Dorothy” out again, and once more, Eleanor sent her belly into conniptions. She rolled and roiled her stomach, over and over, causing Billy to grab and grasp at the walls of her belly button as his feet went up and down, up and down, in an uncontrollable cadence. He didn’t even have to look down to realize that he was completely hard again, despite the deluge of his recent orgasms. All of this was simply too much for him. Dr. Bassett’s damning conviction for the rest of his life, combined with the penetrating stares of the four huge and beautiful women above him, made Billy harder than he had ever been before.

But by far the most lust-inspiring factor was that girly, squealing voice of “Dorothy,” a character of his grandmother’s own creation, as she hooted and hollered in unrestrained joy upon hearing that Billy would be with her forever. Already, even though Billy knew that his new life was just beginning, he was starting to think of “Dorothy” as a separate entity, as a real person who spoke to him, teased him…drew cum from him. He had become so tiny, so weak, and so insignificant, that his grandmother’s made-up character for her navel was seeming to Billy, more and more, like someone he could actually talk to and interact with. Maybe it was because Eleanor was so huge, so enormous, that speaking with her now almost seemed like cross-species interaction. To him, she was like a goddess now, along with the other four women. He could hardly understand their words now, so huge and thunderous were their voices. And every time they looked in close to him, their faces became his sky.

“Can you believe it!?” “Dorothy” continued, amidst chuckles from the other women. Even Alexandra was joining in on the laughs now. Apparently reassured from Dr. Bassett’s answer that Billy would be ok in the end, she was now allowing herself to enjoy the ridiculousness of the situation.

“Now we can be together alllllwaysssss!” laughed “Dorothy.” “Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted, little Billy?? Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted, from the moment you met me!?”

“Y-Yes!” cried Billy suddenly, and in a mad expression of his now-shameless lust, he threw himself up against the wall of his grandmother’s belly button and began humping it wildly, with reckless abandon.

“Oooo, didn’t you just fall in LOVE with me at first sight!?” continued “Dorothy,” her voice getting more energetic and syrupy-sweet.

“Yessss!” yelled Billy, thrusting himself crazily into the walls of Eleanor’s belly button. The fleshy walls were so soft, and so big and substantial, that they actually gave way to the tiny prick of Billy’s cock, making it so that, with each thrust, his cock actually disappeared into the soft, pillowy flesh. It felt beyond incredible for Billy, and he could already feel his loins starting to boil and seize up.

“I KNOW that you’ve always wanted to be my little slave, deep down,” continued “Dorothy,” as the walls of the navel began to jiggle and quiver even more than usual. Eleanor was focusing her energy on manipulating the flesh around it, and it was paying off. Billy felt like he was in a sucking tunnel of soft, hungry flesh that was caving in on him, and then widening, caving in, and widening, all the time. It was like his entire body was getting milked by the huge, fleshy hole he was imprisoned within.

“Yessss, my itty bitty, teeny tiny, half-inch little cum-slut of a slave,” persisted “Dorothy,” her voice getting more rough and lusty by the moment. “I could tell that all you wanted to do was live inside me, to be imprisoned within the deeeeeeep walls of my throat, so you could clean me and cum in me and spend your whole existence just serrrrrving, serving, serving me, giving me EVERYTHING I want…”

“Yessss….yesssss…” moaned Billy, shaking his head back and forth in passion as he continued madly humping the walls of his grandmother’s belly button. At this point, he didn’t even care about the rumbling laughter of the other women…even if they were his stepmother, his boss, AND his doctor, all in one. To him, their voices all melded together into some kind of goddess-like chorus that was the perfect accompanying background music to his ultimate descent into surrender and submission.

“Oooo, tthhhhhhhhllllaauughhhhh!!! Thhhhhhhhhlllllaaaauugghhhhh!!” hummed “Dorothy,” making lewd sucking noises as she mimed sucking at the air. As she did so, Eleanor moved her hands down and actually pursed together the walls of her navel, so that, momentarily, over and over again, Billy’s world went completely dark as he was completely sealed inside. Each time that Eleanor closed her belly button up this way, she made sure that “Dorothy” made those same lascivious lubricious sucking noises, and for Billy, these noises, combined with the effect of getting physically sealed inside, made him feel like he was literally being eaten alive by “Dorothy,” by her ravenous mouth. And it only made him thrust into the fleshy walls harder and harder. His naked little body was now completely red, his skin thoroughly flushed in a crimson display of utterly abandoned submission and servility.

“Aaaaaauauugghhh!!” Billy cried out, losing himself as he started spraying the fleshy walls with fresh spritzes of his cum. But he knew…and everyone watching knew…that the orgasms were just beginning.

“Mmmmmm, ommmmmmm om ommmmmm!!” intoned “Dorothy,” miming the sound of lapping up Billy’s cum. “A little early dash of tasty juice from the little one’s balls! Hahahaha GLARGGLARGGLARG….hahaha, from the little slave who lives in my throat!! But I knowwwww that this isn’t all he has! I KNOWWWW that he has more…SOOOOO much more…to give to me. Isn’t that right, little Billy? My little tiny slave?”

“Y-yesss….YES!” shouted Billy, feeling the first wave of orgasm past. But his loins weren’t loosening at all, and he knew that, indeed, much more was to come. He looked up the tall walls, walls that from his perspective looked like they were 15 feet high, and felt his breath stop in his chest. The walls were undulating and gyrating — somehow, Eleanor had managed to locate the correct muscles in her abdomen to make her belly button come completely alive, and it was all moving, all wriggling, in a kind of mesmerizing dance, a dance that he knew was designed to extract every last drop of cum from his already-exhausted balls.

“I’m gonna milk him dry, girls!” cried Dorothy in a lustful, throaty squeal. “Look how much he’s into me! Just LOOK at how BADLY he wants me!! Grrrrrrrrauuughh!!! And I’m gonna give him everything he wants! Ohhhhh YES!!! YOU HEAR THAT, LITTLE BILLY!?!? I’m gonna give you EVERYTHING you want, and MORE….SOOOOO MUCH MORE!!!”

Suddenly, Billy found that he couldn’t pull out of the walls. She had flexed her entire abdomen, so that everything instantly went from soft and pillowy to hard and inflexible. His cock was buried deep within her uncompromising flesh, and he couldn’t pull out.

“Oooooops!” laughed “Dorothy,” “I think I’ve got him, girls! He can’t pull out! What should I do?!”

“Keep him there a little!” exclaimed Dr. Bassett, her eyes wide with pleasure as she enjoyed the game. “Make him beg!”

“Milk himmm!” pleased Shanna, who had started rubbing her own clit. “Milk him drryyyyyyy!”

“Heheh…either way, I think he might pass out,” chuckled Alexandra softly. “Either way, Billy, I think you’re about to blow away any memory of your adult self. That much is obvious.”

“Oh you THINK, Alexandra!?” laughed Eleanor sarcastically, briefly switching back to her real voice. “Little Billy abandoned any pretense of that LONG ago. All that’s left now is between him…and Dorothy. Isn’t that right, girl?”

“Right as rrrrrain!” chirped “Dorothy.” “Right as rain…and now, little Billy, I want you to MAKE it rain! Make it rain, make it raaaaaain, little boy, deep down in my throat!! Paint my gullet with that delicious white spunk!!! OOOOOOOO….oh oh oh OHHHHHHHH YES…AWWGWORGWORGWORGWORGWORGWORGWORG…PAINT MY BELLY BILLY!! WHITEWASH MY TONSILS WITH YOUR CREAM!!!!! GIVE IT TO ME GIVE IT TO ME GIVVVVVE ITTT TOOOOO MEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!”

As “Dorothy” spoke, the walls of Eleanor’s belly button suddenly became alive again, rippling and undulating and vibrating with a strength, a speed, and an energy that Billy had never yet experienced. His entire body became a statue, every atom, every fiber of his being tensed and standing at attention, ready to blast off, to rocket far into the psychic hyperspace of unabashedly submissive bliss. He couldn’t even make a sound this time. His mouth was wide open, and his arms were thrust wide, like he was in the middle of a grand mal seizure…but he couldn’t make a sound. Not a shout, not a peep, not a whimper came from his beaten-down and tormented body. His body was incapable of making any noise whatsoever. Every aspect of his person was dedicated to what was about to happen, what came next.

Billy came. His body spasmed and shook with the force of the most powerful series of continuous orgasms that he had ever experienced. Over and over he blew, load after load, painting the interior walls with the lewd white streaks of his spunk. Some of his spurts even reached the top of the walls, where they oozed a little out onto the smooth, exposed flesh of her belly. The other women hooted and hollered their approval, while Alexandra, with a smug and satisfied smile, folded her arms and stood back a little, admiring her mother’s work.

Shanna and Dr. Bassett were loudly clapping and cheering the fun, but it was Eleanor who looked the most transported by the whole scene. Along with Shanna, she had reached into her jeans and was masturbating as she watched her grandson lose himself totally in her belly button. Eleanor’s eyes fluttered, seeing his tiny little body spasm over and over, and once more she clenched her stomach, sealing him in tight, inside her belly button completely, as the hot wave of an earthshaking orgasm crashed through her.

But when Billy finally came to, floating in a shallow pond of his own cum, at the bottom of Eleanor’s belly button, it was Dorothy’s voice that sang in his ears. And she was a real person now…his mistress.

“Goodness me, little Billy! What a mess you’ve made! Time to clean it ALLLLLLL up!”