The game was rolling along. Mike hadn’t managed to get much more than his blue properties and a couple of railroads. Rebecca had the orange set and Nate the red one, which meant they were pretty evenly matched, and money kept getting passed back and forth between them. Of course, the wine kept flowing as well.

“Your turn, Becs,” Nate said at one point, slyly using Mike’s preferred nickname for her. Rebecca, lost in thought, reached down for the dice and accidentally scooped Mike up in her hand with them. He yelped to get her attention, but she didn’t notice – just shook him in her fist and then threw him down on the table with the dice. He rolled to a painful stop.

Nate burst out laughing. “A three, a two and a Mike!” he guffawed. Rebecca looked at him, puzzled, and then finally glanced down to where her boyfriend was lying next to Park Place. “Oops!” she grinned.

“Go back to where you were,” Nate boomed. “Don’t think you can sneak past Go and collect $200. We can see what you’re up to!” He’d earlier removed his foot from between Rebecca’s thighs, but now he nudged her with his toe and winked at her.

Mike didn’t like the sound of that “we,” but he held his tongue as he stomped back to Marvin Gardens. Rebecca was already moving her piece forward. She landed on Kentucky.

“$700!” Nate crowed. Rebecca looked at her paltry pile of cash. “I don’t have enough,” she moaned.

“Well,” Nate said slyly. “If you take your top off, I’ll take $100 off!”

“Nate!” said Rebecca, sounding shocked. “That’s outrageous!” She let that hang in the air for a few seconds, then continued in a sultry tone: “I want $200!”

It was Mike’s turn to be shocked. “Becs, what are you –”

“Oh, come on,” she said, a little tipsily. “Nate has seen me in my bathing suit before, and this is basically the same thing. Besides, I need a break on the rent!” And without waiting for a reply she undid the top two buttons of her blouse and shimmied it over her head. Underneath she wore a fairly plain white bra with just a little trim, and a tiny bow between the cups.

Nate’s eyes widened. Mike’s too. He’d seen this view before, of course, and much more, but the bathing suit comment sent his memories back to the previous summer...

Mike had only been shrunk a couple of weeks when he and Rebecca went to a weekend at Amanda and Steve’s cottage. They were still figuring out how to deal with his “condition,” and the time there convinced Rebecca that some changes would have to be made. For one thing, Mike couldn’t just continue his life as though nothing had changed – several people almost stepped on him around the campfire on the first night.

And then there had been the “lake incident,” as Mike remembered it. He’d gone down to the dock early in the morning, and climbed down into the water, where he was peacefully paddling around. Then he heard a ruckus from up at the cottage, and looked up to see Rebecca and Sharon racing down to the dock in their bikinis, laughing. He watched in appreciation as his girlfriend’s breasts bounced wildly in her thin bathing suit, but his look turned to fear as they got closer and he realized they were about to jump into the water, unaware he was there.

He tried to make for the dock but managed only a few strokes before Sharon launched herself into a long dive, slicing into the water and creating a wave that tossed Mike directly into the path of his girlfriend’s leaping body. He remembered – not a detail a man is likely to forget – the way she threw herself into the air, and how her crotch impacted him as she hit the water. It pushed him deep under; he thought he might be drowning. When he finally surfaced, spluttering and coughing, Rebecca noticed him but was completely unaware that she had almost crushed him. He’d never told her.

Now he was staring up at her breasts again, and there was Nate across the table, eagerly eyeing them as well. Rebecca, who had lost track of which glass of wine she was on (Nate had been topping her up regularly), raised her eyebrows at her “landlord” and proffered $500 to him. “Worth the discount, I hope,” she grinned. Nate nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

Shirt off, the game continued. On her next turn Rebecca landed on Mike’s Pacific Avenue property. “$26,” he said glumly. Rebecca chuckled: “Small change!” and counted out three tens. Then she paused, pulled the cup away from her left breast and tucked the money next to her boob. “Come and get it!” she grinned.

Mike made a show of jumping up in the air. “I can’t,” he said.

Nate jumped at the chance. “I’ve got it, he said, and reached out for Rebecca’s chest, deftly plucking the money from her bra. Mike was fuming.

Rebecca was loving it. “What about my change?” she laughed. Nate grabbed four ones from Mike’s money pile and came back at her, his hands pausing a little as he put the cash next to her tits.

Mike didn’t think things could get much worse, but on the next turn Nate landed on New York Avenue. Rebecca owned it, and had a hotel. “A thousand dollars!” she grinned. Nate made a show of checking his money. “Not enough?” she said. “Take something off, and I’ll take something off the rent!”

“Becs!” Mike shouted. She ignored him, and stared at Nate. Emboldened by the wine, he stood up and opened the fly of his pants, letting them fall to his ankles. Underneath he wore tight, navy briefs. The bulge running across them was obvious. Now it was Rebecca whose eyes widened. “Basically a bathing suit, right?” said Nate. She nodded eagerly.

Mike figured this was about as raunchy as things were going to get, and reflected ruefully that no one had suggested he remove any of his tiny clothing. But Nate was clearly thinking of new ways to humiliate his tiny rival, sometimes rolling the dice right at him so he’d have to scamper out of the way.

It came to a head when Mike’s roll landed him on Go To Jail. “All the way across the board,” he moaned, and Nate replied: “Here, let me help you!” Without a moment’s pause, he leaned over the board and wrapped his lips around Mike’s body, slurping him into his mouth like a human noodle. Rebecca, despite her drunkenness, was appalled. “Nate, what are you doing?!”

“Jus’ shor’ening th’ commute,” Nate replied, talking around the tiny body in his mouth. And then: “Here, you ta’ him.”

Nate stretched across the table. Rebecca, not sure what was expected, did likewise, and as they met in the middle Nate pressed his face into hers, delivering a French kiss that transferred Mike to her mouth. Rebecca was startled, and pressed her lips into Nate’s before receiving Mike’s tiny body, which she then primly deposited on the jail space. Mike, coated in both their saliva and reeling from the tumble he had taken between their tongues, couldn’t speak.

Nate grinned down at him: “And no conjugal visits for you!” he taunted. “None of this!” He leaned across the table again, meeting Rebecca’s eyes. She smiled and pushed herself forward until their lips met. Mike had been watching from below as she closed her eyes and leaned into him, but he missed seeing the kiss itself because her breasts hit him as she leaned over, and he was plastered to the table under their weight. She stayed there for a good long time, lost in the kiss, her boyfriend lost beneath her tits.