CHAPTER TEN

That whole week, Timothy dreaded when Clare and the rest of the girls were going to come over. He had terrible anxiety about what was going happen, especially since Beatrice made sure he knew (by dropping hints multiple times a day) that they were all going to have some fun with him. 

“Don’t think that you’ll be able to hide behind me when they come over, little boy,” she said, smiling darkly as she shook her clawed finger at him. “I’m going to pass you around from girl to girl — they’re all gonna get a piece of you! Ohhhh yyeeeaahhh…” She licked her lips at him as her eyebrows went up and down, promising him untold pleasure and torment to come. Timothy didn’t know what to think about all this. Yes, it was true that he dreaded their interaction more and more with each passing day, and yet…he would have been lying to himself if he said that he wasn’t excited. He had no idea how big the girls would be when they came over. Beatrice seemed to be steadily growing a little each day, although at a much slower rate than she had at the party. Timothy wondered what the secret to the acceleration of female growth was, and he found himself, in his rare solitary moments (usually when Beatrice was in the bathroom), praying to Maia for answers. But nothing came. 

The whole week was basically taken up by sitting in between Beatrice’s huge legs on the sofa, watching TV as she worked on her domination website. As he aimlessly watched the host of shows and commercials that flashed before him, Timothy could see his wish coming true, literally before his eyes, all around the world. All the women on TV were bigger, prettier, fresher, and more energetic than he could have ever imagined. They were all amazons — from all the soap operas, the talk shows, and even the newscasts...all around the world, women had become tall, huge, curvy, and voluptuous…almost like goddesses. Their voices were rich and deep, and their eyes flashed with bright power and vitality. Timothy noticed that he hardly ever even saw men on TV, and when he did, they looked short, grey, boring, listless, and totally transfixed by their amazonian female counterparts. He also noticed that there weren’t really any fashion shows anymore. Whereas before all the channels had been inundated by this fashion show and that fashion show, now, there were none to speak of. Timothy understood why…in a world where all the women were massive gorgeous amazons, there was no need for the fashion industry at all. Wherever you looked, you saw beauty — it was impossible to commodify, because it was like air; it was everywhere. 

For an instant here and there, as he watched his wishes come true across the world, Timothy felt a stab of pride. This was all his doing — all of this was happening because he wished it! But even as he felt these tiny little flashes of pride, he was almost immediately brought back to Earth again when he looked around at where he was…what he was. He was in between Beatrice’s lower legs…he was no bigger than her shinbone by this point. Judging from the previous measurements, she was about 8’4 or 8’5 now, and he couldn’t have been more than two and a half feet tall. There wasn’t much mistaking it — he was in a woman’s world now, and he had no power at all. 

Just because she loved to rub it in, Beatrice had bought him a present to emphasize his tininess: a barbie doll. This doll was exactly one foot tall, and had long blond hair, which actually went well with her tanned plastic skin. 

“It’s one of those new barbie dolls,” she said to him happily, “the ones that look like actual women, and not like those pathetic little stick figures that men used to want a woman’s body to look like.” 

“It’s…it’s…kinda big,” said Timothy as he struggled with the doll. She was a little smaller than half his size. 

“For you she is,” said Beatrice, laughing, “And from now on, you will show her some respect by addressing her by her name.” 

“Her…name?” 

“Yes Timmy, her name — it’s Cassie.”

“C-cassie?” 

“Yes. Can you say hello to her? Say hello to Cassie,” laughed Beatrice in a playful and exaggerated baby voice. 

“H-hi Cassie,” he said, obeying her and looking at the doll, who stared blankly back at him. 

“Aww haw haw, so funny,” said Beatrice. “Look at her! She might not be as tall as you, but I think her arms, legs, hips, and ass all have something on you — here, let’s see!” She took Timothy’s thin little arm in her fingers and lined it up with Cassie’s. Even though she was only half as tall as he was, her plastic arm was undeniably thicker and stronger-looking than Timothy’s waifish arm. 

“Oh my god she’s bigger than you,” said Beatrice, as if she could barely believe it. “Here, let’s compare your legs!” Cassie’s was definitely more defined…and considerably larger. Her butt was much bigger as well. Beatrice lined them both up horizontally on the sofa, so that they were lying down next to each other. The curve of Cassie’s hips rose above Timothy’s, with plenty of room to spare. 

Beatrice shook her head as she smiled, clearly pleased with the new purchase. “Pathetic,” she said, her huge body shaking with laughter. Timothy felt his mind reeling as his cock hardened…was he actually being turned on by this series of size comparisons with a lifeless doll?? It couldn’t be…and yet, there it was…his tiny little boner, sticking up from out of his lap. 

“Well well well, look at what we have here!” said Beatrice, her voice rising. “It looks like little Timmy here has taken a liking to Cassie. Love at first sight, huh?” She teased him as she reached over across the sofa to manipulate his body. She held him up so that he stood unsteadily on the sofa, and with her other hand, she took Cassie and brought her up to his face. 

“Why don’t you give your little lady crush a kiss?” snickered Beatrice. She forced Timothy to kiss Cassie over and over. His lips actually went fairly well with hers, he realized. Her mouth was an actual hole, and he was shocked to find himself enjoying sticking his tongue into her. Within minutes, he was aggressively making out with her, abandoning himself. 

“Wow…talk about embracing the role,” laughed Beatrice. “Here, let Cassie repay you the favor.” She forced Timothy to lay on his back on the sofa and brought down Cassie’s mouth so that it hovered above his erection. 

“You want her to blow you, little guy?” cooed Beatrice down at him. “You wanna shoot your load in her mouth?” She brought Cassie’s mouth down on him, and mimed her voice as she made her go up and down, up and down on his length, deepthroating him. 

“Mmmmm….mmmmmm…..mmmmmm!!!!” said Beatrice, miming Cassie’s voice. “Come on Timmy, shoot into my mouth, Timmy!” she said, bringing the doll off his dick and up to his face. “Whitewash my tonsils, Timmy!” Beatrice put Cassie’s mouth back down on his cock, and after a few more passes he couldn’t take it anymore and ejaculated down the doll’s throat.

“Mmm!! Mmmmm!!! Oh!!! Oh yes!!! Ohhhhh…*globlobloggghhhh*!!” Beatrice impersonated the doll in a lewd and lusty voice as she forced its head down on Timothy’s ejaculating cock. It looked from his vantage point that the doll was actually alive, vigorously and aggressively devouring his cock and cum. He threw his head back into the cushion of the sofa, totally overwhelmed as he gave himself completely to the doll’s oral stimulation. He didn’t care that he was a pathetic actor in a completely farcical scenario that was dictated by his cruel and pitiless girlfriend — he didn’t care that he was actually reduced to this awful state of hopelessly ejaculating down a doll’s throat — he didn’t care that it was because he was getting off to the fact that the doll was actually thicker, bigger, and wider than he was….he didn’t much care about anything anymore at this point. Beatrice had broken his spirit; she had hammered him down so low, to such an abysmal state of emotional and physical depredation, that he was actually able to abandon himself to this miserable little role and enjoy it. 

He looked over into Beatrice’s fierce eyes, shining darkly out of her gorgeous face, the face of a dark angel. Yes, he had really discovered the reality of his situation now — the abandonment of hope and the embracing of his utter ruin was all that he had left to give him pleasure, and so give him pleasure it did. He shot rope after rope of cum down the doll’s throat, and when he was finished, Beatrice pulled the doll off his poor spent cock and shook its face in his, talking in that same high-pitched mocking voice. 

“Mmm, Timmy that was sooooo tasty,” she said, moving the doll around like it was having a conversation with him. She shook the doll back and forth, and Timothy could hear sloshing coming from inside the doll…his cum. 

“Mmmm you hear that little boy,” Beatrice continued in the doll’s voice, “that’s all your cum in my tummy! Mmmmm I’m gonna have to do that to you more often until I’m all full…up to the brim…so full that it’s leaking out of my open mouth. Aaaaauuuggghhhghghghh!” 

It was all just too much for Timothy to handle and he collapsed back on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling as his mind went blank. “I hope you realize I’m not kidding about that,” said Beatrice a little later, her voice back to normal. 

“A-about what?” asked Timothy nervously. 

“About you filling up that doll with your cum,” said Beatrice.

“Uhhh…h-how am…am I gonna — ” he began, but Beatrice cut him off. These days, it was almost impossible for him to complete a full sentence without her interrupting him. 

“You leave that to me,” said Beatrice, her dark eyes flashing expectantly. Suddenly the doorbell rang and Timothy almost jumped to his feet on the sofa.

“Or…to us,” said Beatrice, a dangerous smile creeping across her face as she stood up to answer the door. Timothy felt like a rock had just dropped into the middle of his stomach. No…it couldn’t be…he thought that the girls were coming over later that week! Had Beatrice been lying to him all along!? What did she have planned!? He didn’t have much time to panic, because almost as soon as his little mind could get racing, he saw Beatrice leading Clare, Ashley, Patricia, and Katie into the room. They were all laughing and talking excitedly at once, looking around at the house. 

“Holy shit!” said Clare loudly, “this house barely contains you, Beatrice! I mean, look at you! You look like a fucking giant in here!” 

“I know,” laughed Beatrice. “You should see me in the bedroom — my head almost touches the ceiling!” 

“Wow,” said Clare, “well, we’re not too far behind you…or at least, I’m not, haha!” She stood up as tall as she could, and Timothy could tell that even though she wasn’t quite Beatrice’s height of 8’5, she was only a few inches shorter — Clare was definitely above 8 feet. 

“Ha!” barked Katie boisterously, going up to Clare and standing up as tall as she could, “what are you talking about, Clare? I’m at least as tall as you, if not more! Come on Beatrice — look, we’re standing back to back — who’s taller?” 

“I think…” said Beatrice carefully, peering at the tops of their heads, “I think…aww hell I don’t even know — I think it’s a tie.” 

“A likely story!” said Katie energetically, bouncing vigorously on her toes. “Well, anyway — I’ve got the biggest ass of anyone here!” As if to prove her point, she waltzed over to the sofa where Timothy was sitting and shook her giant ass in his face. His entire view was obscured; her butt was absolutely enormous, probably five or six times his weight at this point. Katie shook each cheek up and down, up and down, mocking him. 

“Well, Trish here has the biggest boobs,” said Ashley proudly, pointing to Patricia, who blushed and she bounced her enormous tits with her hands. “And I guess I’m just ole’ boring me,” continued Ashley in jest. “I’m not the tallest or the biggest in anything.” 

“But you’re the smartest, Ash,” said Clare immediately. “Come on, at least give yourself a little credit here.” 

“Fair enough,” said Ashley, shrugging her shoulders.

“I think it’s pretty safe to say,” said Beatrice, standing up and addressing the whole group, “that we’re just a whole bunch of badass ladies here — can we all just agree on that?”

“Agreed!” they all said. Timothy could barely breathe as he looked at them all — they were all so big, so tall, so huge in every way, and so crushingly beautiful, that he had to actually remind himself to inhale and exhale. They literally took his breath away. 

“And rich badass ladies at that!” continued Beatrice, whipping out her phone and showing them the statistics of her financial domination site. “It’s only taken a week, ladies, but I already have over one million subscribers!”

“One million!?” screamed Katie in delight. “Oh my god, Beatrice — you’re a fucking genius!”

“How much is a subscription?” asked Clare, who was almost breathless from excitement. 

“One hundred dollars, even,” said Beatrice impressively. “Per month.” 

“Oh. My. God,” said Patricia in a hushed voice. “Beatrice…that…that means…”

“Yes,” said Beatrice slowly as she stood up tall and proud, crossing her arms over her huge chest. “I just made a hundred million dollars, in one week, literally sitting on my couch and sharing pictures of my fat ass and knockout curves. You should see the messages these pathetic little men write to me. And I’m just taking all their money without having to lift a finger.” 

“Brilliant,” breathed Clare, deeply impressed. “That’s just brilliant, Beatrice.” Clare walked up closer to her and stood next to her, pivoting to face the other three girls. It looked like she was about to make an announcement of her own, and she was. 

“And on the back of that amazing, incredible news, I think now is a good time to break some news of my own,” she said, smiling ear to ear.

“Oh?” asked Ashley, bending forward, intrigued. 

“Yes!?” asked Katie, bouncing up and down on her feet, shaking the house with her movement.

“Well, you know all that stock we all have?” said Clare, building up to the climax, “It’s now worth quadruple what it was a month ago, because those new flavors that we introduced have been more of a hit with consumers than we could have ever predicted. Hell, even our competitors are now trying to copy our business model! Ladies…each and every one of us is now the proud owner of millions of dollars worth of stock!” 

“Oh my god!” cried Katie, “we’re all millionaires!”

“Multi-millionaires!” corrected Ashley, her full cheeks reddening in excitement. 

“Holy shit, look at us all,” said Patricia in shock.

“Fuck yeah — we have the world by the balls!” shouted Clare, balling up her fists and looking up at the ceiling (which was not very far from her head). 

“It’s time to celebrate!” said Beatrice joyfully. She danced over to the fridge and brought out bottle after bottle of expensive champagne and vintage wine. 

“Ooooooo,” said all the women in pleasure, anticipating a fun afternoon. All this time, Timothy just sat there inert on the sofa. He was blown away by the power and vitality of these women. His brain didn’t really feel like it could process much more than simply staring at their huge, lithe, curvaceous bodies, and listening to their dulcet voices.

A little while later, the women were all gathered around the sofa, sitting or lounging on the floor as the mood took them. They had mostly ignored Timothy up to this point, but Beatrice could only keep it up for so long. 

“So I got Timmy a doll today,” said Beatrice, interjecting into their conversation. 

“Oh did you?” said Clare. She looked down at Timothy teasingly. “Do you snuggle up to it at night to keep the monsters away?” she asked him in a baby voice. 

“N-no, I…” he began in a tiny voice, but once again Beatrice cut him off. 

“Who said you could talk?” she asked him roughly. “I would’ve thought it was clear from Clare’s tone that her question was rhetorical….and anyway, no, actually — get this everyone — I just got him the doll for fun, to play with and compare his skinny little runt of a body to, but he actually got turned on. By the doll!”

“What a little perv,” laughed Katie, looking over at him and winking as she shook her head. 

“And I got the doll to blow him, and he actually came down its throat!” laughed Beatrice. 

“Oh my god, what??” laughed Clare.

“What in the actual fuck?” said Patricia, hardly believing her ears. 

“I believe it,” said Ashley quietly, flipping her gorgeous chestnut brown hair as she looked over at Timothy. “Timmy’s into humiliation — I think we all knew that, right? And what's more humiliating than to be blown by a literal inanimate object that’s shaped like a human…and to cum in its fake plastic mouth anyway?” 

“Hmmm yes, I think you are the smartest one here, Ashley,” laughed Beatrice, “and actually, you’ve given me a wonderful idea.” Timothy’s heart sank as Beatrice sat up from her lounging position on the sofa. He did not want to be part of another one of Beatrice’s ideas. She pulled his little body effortlessly into her lap. 

“Now ladies, listen to this,” she said, and then all of a sudden Timothy couldn’t hear anything. Beatrice had put a finger over each of his little ears, completely blocking out all sound. He could hear the vibrations of Beatrice’s voice through her lap as she talked, and he could see the excited reactions of all the girls. They were all whipping out their phones and tapping busily away…they were all up to something…and somehow, it was going to involve him. Timothy dreaded what lay ahead. 

Twenty minutes later the doorbell rang. Patricia leapt up to get it, and she returned with a medium-sized package. She hurriedly opened it, and Timothy’s heart sank even further. It was another doll. Except this one was a little taller and thinner than Cassie. The girls all giggled as they lined the doll up with Timothy, making him stand on the floor next to it as Patricia made it stand straight up. He was only an inch taller than the doll, and even though it was overly thin, its arms, legs, and hips were still thicker and wider than his. 

“Pathetic,” said Beatrice. “And she’s a size zero. Guess that makes you a negative size, little boy.” She had brought out Cassie, and was shaking her around for the other women’s amusement. They put their ears close to the doll’s stomach and laughed when they heard Timothy’s cum sloshing around. “Oh there’s more where that came from,” promised Beatrice. “All in good time.”

Right on cue, the doorbell rang again. This time Katie sprang up to answer the door, returning moments later with a package of her own, which she immediately and enthusiastically tore open to reveal a doll of her own. This doll was about as tall as Cassie, a couple inches shorter than Timmy, but was curvy and voluptuous. The girls took great pleasure in lining up Timothy’s naked body with this doll, who, negating height, dwarfed him in every way. Timothy was feeling smaller and smaller by the minute. This cruel humiliation was really starting to take its toll, and he could feel himself shrinking more. What was truly terrifying, however, was that he was actually able, for the first time, to see the other women growing. He looked at Beatrice’s legs and actually saw them extend a little bit. Their growth process was accelerating, even as his shrinking was quickening! 

Two more doorbell rings sent Ashley and Clare bounding up to the answer the call — within minutes, two more dolls had joined the rank around Timothy. They all surrounded him on the sofa, with the girls making sure that their faces pointed his way. The last two dolls were a good deal taller than him — they were around three feet tall, and the girls were delighted to see that Timothy’s head didn’t even come up to these dolls’ chins. And they were womanly-looking dolls, with curves in all the right places. Timothy couldn’t help but notice with trepidation, as he stared at all these dolls looking at him, that they had open mouths and hollow throats. 

“Ok, everyone!” announced Beatrice lustily as each girl grabbed the doll of her choice, “let the orgy begin!” Timothy gasped as the five dolls descended on him rapidly. Cassie took the lead in going straight for his cock — within moments he was hopelessly hard and stuck down Cassie’s hungry throat. The other dolls went for his face, his nipples, and his ass. Patricia had her doll suck on one of his nipples, while Ashley had her doll suck on the other one. Clare’s doll was battling for position with Cassie, and both dolls took turns sticking Timothy’s cock all the way down their throats. Katie’s curvy doll had gone straight for Timothy’s asshole — and her doll had special puckered lips, so he felt it in an intense way when Katie’s doll pried open his little ass cheeks with her plastic hands and thrust her face into his rectum, hungrily lapping at his asshole. Eventually, Katie had her doll insert her hand, then her forearm, and then her entire arm up his ass. His eyes went back into his head, and he bucked and wailed in desperation, trying in vain to shake off the determined assault of the five dolls. 

But their puppet masters were far too strong, and the dolls themselves were stronger and more solid than Timothy’s weak little body. Within a minute he was shooting more cum down the dolls’ throats. The girls were “ooo-ing” and “aahhh-ing” in their various doll voices, hurling insult after insult at Timothy as he came and came and came, over and over, down their throats. They all switched positions after a while, and resumed the assault on his tired and wrecked body with renewed vigor.

“Mmmm give it to me little Timmy!” chirped Katie in her doll voice, impaling her doll’s face completely down on Timothy’s cock. “Mmmrghgmrhrggjdlfifjgfl!!!” She shook the doll’s head back and forth vigorously, and Timothy nearly passed out as he shot another wad of cum straight down into the doll’s tummy. 

“Mmmmmmmmm!!!!” squealed Katie with great exaggeration. “Mmmm Mmmm MMMMMMMM!MMMMM!!!” 

“More!” said Ashley in her own deeper doll’s voice, using her doll to push Katie’s aside, “I want more!! MORE!!!! RRRRAAAUUGGGHHH!!!” She screwed her own doll’s neck so hard and fast down on Timtohy’s cock that he actually squealed like a pig as he exploded in another forced cumshot down its throat. 

“RRRAUGH RAAUGHH RRRRRAAAAAAUUUGGHHHHHH!!!” yelled Ashley, uncharacteristically being taken away by the moment as she used her doll to aggressively milk Timothy’s dick for all he was worth. It went on and on and on. It never seemed to end. He was squirting helplessly into Cassie’s mouth again as Beatrice made lewd slurping noises in his ear. Half an hour later he was howling and bucking his hips again as he burst into Clare’s doll’s throat for the fifth time as Katie’s doll was shoulder-deep in his ass once more. It just kept going and going — it didn’t stop. Fueled by their success, and by the vintage wine they were drinking, the fivesome of huge, gorgeous, amazonian women used their dolls to rape and ravage Timothy’s body for hours until it grew dark outside. 

Timothy had already passed out more times than he could count from the sheer overstimulation of it all, but when he finally didn’t wake up, even with added anal probing, the girls decided to call it a night, and they all went home happy. Timothy awoke suddenly in the night in terror. He was still on the sofa. He could hear Beatrice snoring in the bedroom. And lying next to him was Cassie — she was on her side, and he could see that his cum had been oozing from her open mouth onto the sofa. He looked around him; he was surrounded by dolls. All of them were covered in his cum…it exuded and leaked from their mouths and glinted a ghoulish silver in the moonlight that was spilling in through the window. But one thing in particular stood out to Timothy as he took stock of his silent, ghastly company: all the dolls were bigger than him now. 

A week later, Timothy knew that he didn’t have much longer. He knew that his demise was inevitable at this point, even though, somewhere in his broken mind, he had not stopped praying to Maia to somehow step in and save him from his grim fate. But he had not received an answer as of yet, and he had now truly abandoned all hope. 

Beatrice thought the whole affair was quite funny, and she had even bought him a petri dish to live in. She did it as a joke when he had shrunk to the size of a quarter, but after a day or so, she actually realized that her joke had actually been a thoughtful idea that Timothy needed in order to survive. Without the petri dish to live in, he would have absolutely been squished accidentally by her or by one of his former co-workers, who were now coming and going fairly frequently to hang out with Beatrice, talk business, and watch the ever-shrinking Timmy in his petri dish. None of the women seemed to care much that he was literally shrinking down to nothing, that he was sure to die in a matter of days, if not sooner. It didn’t really seem to matter to them — all that they seemed to care about was making more and more money, which they indeed were in vast and astounding quantities.

One day, all the women were over, talking about the stock market and the continued success of Beatrice’s website. Timothy could hear them, but he couldn’t understand them. To him, their voices were so huge and indistinct that they sounded like thunder. He had grown so small that he was no bigger than a tiny mite, just barely visible to the naked eye. Beatrice had peered in at him and squinted curiously. 

“Just be careful when you come over here to look at our tiny little zoo animal,” she told the rest of the girls, “because if you inhale too hard, you might suck him right up your nose.”

“Gross!” said Katie, laughing. 

“Well, I think more and more he’s finding himself in his natural position,” chuckled Clare darkly, peering down at his tiny, almost-microscopic form. “As a tiny insect…a mite…as…as — ”

“As nothing,” Beatrice finished, nodding her head knowingly. 

“Yes, exactly,” said Clare. “As nothing.” 

That was enough for Timothy to shrink even more — even though he couldn't understand their voices, he had literally shrunk out of sight, and was now no bigger than a microbe. The petri dish looked like an expansive terrarium to him now, a huge and comprehensive world in and of itself. He suddenly fell down as he felt the floor shaking underneath him. What was happening?! He could see the huge and indistinct shapes of the women, big as mountains, literally growing up before his eyes. He realized what the tremors were — they were the results of the girls actually growing in real time. As small and insignificant as he was, he could not help but stare agape as he watched them grow taller, taller, and even taller in front of him. It looked exactly like mountains growing — it was absolutely incredible. He could hear the deep rumblings of their conversation; their voices sounded even more like thunder now, and they were so deep to his tiny microbial ears that he could not even understand even the tiniest bit of conversational cadence. That was it — they could no longer communicate. They had, in every sense of the word, become goddesses to him now. The thunder above him continued. Evidently, they were all still talking and enjoying themselves, totally independent of the fact that he was shrinking to nothing. They were just…talking like he wasn’t even there anymore. 

“Well little one,” said a deep and rich voice behind him. He closed his eyes and turned around, opening them to see Maia looking down on him with a crooked smile on her face, her hands on her hips. She appeared to be the same relative size that she had been when he first laid eyes on her — he was looking directly into her huge breasts. “Now we come to the end.” 

“Th-the end?” he asked uncertainly. His heart started beating quickly. Was she going to save him? Or was he going to die? Was it going to hurt!?

“Yesss, the end,” she breathed out at him, washing his body in her heavenly rose scent. “Soon you’ll be too small to breathe and you’ll pass out…and then your little body will shrink until there’s nothing, nothing at all left of you.” Her eyes flashed a deep red down at him before revering to their jet black. “That’s what you wished for, isn’t it?”

“N-no, not really,” he said. “At..at least, that’s not what I thought I was wishing for.” 

“But here it all is, Timothy,” said the goddess, and suddenly the parchment contract that he had signed (what seemed like) ages ago hovered before him in the air. There it was, all written down: the specific rules for his shrinking, a girlfriend who understood his fetish, the growing of the other women, and their subsequent beautification. He hung his head. It was all there, and it had all happened. But in his haste to make it all come true he had not really considered what it was that he was wishing for. He looked back up at Maia with tears in his eyes as she looked down on him genially, a warm and loving smile on her face. He felt tricked by her on one hand, but on the other, and in the larger part of his brain, he knew that he had no one to blame but himself. 

“W-will…will it hurt?” he managed to ask through his tide of emotion. “When…when I shrink into nothing?” 

Maia bent down to him and planted a soft and divine kiss on the top of his head. “Oh little one,” she said gently, standing back up to her full height, “I think you’ve suffered enough already. No…no it won’t hurt at all.” Timothy breathed a sigh of relief, and felt a calming warmness emanate from her kiss, from her breath, and from her skin, that soothed his body and soul. 

“Why…why aren’t you bigger like last time?” he suddenly asked, curious out of the blue. 

Maia chuckled knowingly. “Oh but I am,” she said, “I am bigger…so much bigger.” She extended her face upward to the women, who were still talking away. “Just like they appear as mountains to you,” she said, “so too would I appear as a mountain to them now.” She cocked her eyebrow pleasantly as she stuck her long tongue into the side of her cheek. “But you wouldn’t even be able to perceive me at that size. I thought it best to appear to you as I did…in the beginning.” 

“Th-thank you, Maia,” said Timothy suddenly, collapsing on his knees as he clasped his hands up to her. “Thank you for everything…even…even if I messed it all up.” 

“Oh what a sweet little thing!” she said brightly, her eyes flashing many colors at once. “Thankful and sweet right up until the end — you know what, just for that I’m going to gift you one last thing before you shrink away.”

“Ohh thank you!” said Timothy, feeling his gratitude well up. 

“Take my hand,” said Maia. Timothy reached up and did, and all of a sudden they were both standing on the edge of the petri dish, being treated to an astounding view of Beatrice’s and Clare’s planet-sized asses as they continued to grow and expand impossibly before their eyes. 

“They’re…still growing…” said Timothy breathlessly. 

“Oh yes,” said Maia. “At this size, you get to really see, up close…from the tiniest possible level, what growing really looks like.” 

“Just…just look at them!” he said in awe, unable to fathom how huge their asses were already…and the fact that they were still actually growing, in this insane moment, before his eyes. Suddenly, the mountains of ass seemed to move and Timothy could barely perceive that one of the girls had turned around and was peering down into the petri dish. Timothy could only see what looked like the end of a nose up close now…her face, whoever it was (it was Beatrice, although Timothy didn’t know it), was so huge that it seemed to stretch for miles and miles away in the sky, way too far for him to see completely. The tip of the nose was all that he could perceive. 

The petri dish started to shake, and Timothy had to cling tightly to Maia to keep from falling off. 

“Wh-what’s happening now?” he asked fearfully. Maia laughed.

“It’s your girlfriend,” she said, her body shaking with her soft mirth. “She’s tapping your home, trying to see if you’re there or not.”

“I am — I am here!” said Timothy. He directed his head up to the sky. “I’m here Beatrice!” he called as loudly as he could. “I’m here!! I’m here!!!” 

Maia laughed again, soft musical laughter. “Oh little one, do you really think she can hear you?” Timothy looked up to see her shaking her head down at him kindly. “When you were normal-sized, could you hear the sound bacteria make when they split cells and grow?” 

“N-no,” said Timothy. 

“Well, they make a noise, you know,” said Maia. “You were just too big to hear it. And just think…you were normal-sized. Your girlfriend just reached ten feet tall.” 

“T-ten feet?!” he stammered incredulously. 

“Oh yes,” said Maia happily. “And the other girls aren’t far behind. You know I must say, that group of women was especially keen on dominating you. I have never seen such enthusiastic ferocity…at least, not in a very long time.” 

“I…I didn’t realize how much they would enjoy it,” admitted Timothy. “Especially…especially Beatrice.” 

“Maia squeezed his hand in her much larger and stronger one. “Desire, especially sexual desire, is a powerful thing, little one. It has the very power of life itself. But desire is not always what it seems.” She smiled down on him one final time, squeezed his hand, and then suddenly, she was gone, the scent of overripe roses swirling all around him. He sighed. He was surprised that he didn’t feel worse about his predicament as he continued to watch the indistinct mountains of the women’s bodies growing up past his vision. It was all thanks to Maia — she had comforted him in his moment of despair. And now…now he would just wait for the end to come. He sat down on the edge of the petri dish, which to him was miles and miles wide, and waited. 

After what seemed like a long time, he became aware that a mighty presence seemed to be hanging high over his head. He craned his little neck up, trying to make out the huge and indistinct shapes that were moving over him in the sky. Gradually, he noticed that what looked like the eye of a hurricane cloud seemed to be forming over his head. He felt the fear grow within him as he realized, like a flash of lightning that this enormous entity was an impossibly enormous pair of puckered lips. He could still tell, by the darkness of the lips, that they belonged to Beatrice. 

“BOO!” 

What sounded like the largest and most deafening clap of thunder that he had ever heard tore through his ears, and Timothy collapsed onto the ground, lying completely prostrate as he put his hands over his ears, desperately trying to protect himself from the cacophony of sound that still vibrated all around and inside him. By the accompanying peals of hugely loud, thunderous laughter, Timothy could tell that Beatrice had meant to scare him, and that she and the girls were having a laugh about it. Wait…could…could they still see him?? It seemed utterly impossible, and yet, their reactions indicated that they had indeed seen him collapse to the ground. He could suddenly understand their language — had he gotten so small that, paradoxically, he could hear them again? 

“Hahaha,” laughed Beatrice, sounding like a goddess as she talked, “look at that — the pathetic loser is still shrinking!” That confirmed it — Maia must have given them goddess-like vision or something; there was no other way that they could possibly see him now. 

“He’s the size of a tiny bacteria,” laughed Clare, “and yet he’s still getting off on us humiliating him — good god Timmy, we knew you didn’t have any self-respect, but this is beyond pathetic, even for you!” The girls laughed as Timothy continued to shrink more and more and more, all the while seeing the girls swell and grow more and more beautiful with each passing second. It was ridiculous; there was no way anyone could possibly be this beautiful, this heavenly, this…godlike. But the evidence was plain to see. 

“I think it is fairly safe to say,” boomed down Clare at him out of the sky, “that you are officially fired, Timmy. I’m sorry, but we’re just gonna have to let you go. You see…you’re useless to us now.”

“Worse than useless,” said Beatrice. “A liability. The only thing that you’re good for now is being our teeny tiny little shrink slave. That’s all you’re good for, little guy. That’s all you can do now.” 

As they kept putting him down, Timothy’s shrinking accelerated even more. He was far smaller than a bacteria now…he was starting to see the spaces in between individual molecules now. He wondered how long it would be before he started counting individual atoms. 

“Thanks for being a beta, Timmy,” laughed Clare’s mammoth voice from somewhere unseen, far up in the impossibly huge universe of the sky, far beyond his visual capacity. “I think you’re kind of like a talisman, a good-luck charm…you’re our tiny little four-leaf clover that keeps us growing, while you keep getting smaller and smaller.” More laughter accompanied Clare’s put-down, and even at this minuscule size, Timothy could feel himself shrinking more still. He could vaguely begin to make out the atomic nuclei around him, which seemed to hang in space, as big as his head. He briefly found himself wondering what the vague kind of cloud-like substance was that seemed to buzz around the nuclei, and then he realized with a shot that he was looking at the electron clouds that rotated at dizzying speed around the atoms. He couldn’t believe it — he really was that small now…at an atomic level.

He looked up in desperation at the sky — everything seemed like a confused muddle of white, as he heard the low-hum frequency of the girl’s voices the equivalent of a million miles away. Timothy began to shake in fear as he felt his shrinking continue — he couldn’t get smaller than this, surely…surely!! But he did…he kept shrinking, and shrinking, and shrinking…until….