CHAPTER FOUR

“H-hello Beatrice,” Timothy managed to stutter as he reached out in kind to embrace her. As her form approached him, Timothy could see how tall she actually was in these heels. He was looking straight into the tops of her breasts, which were rapidly approaching him. Before he knew it, his face was squished up against them as they embraced. He could feel the firm plushness of her figure as they hugged, and, since her hips were about even with the middle of his chest, he found himself accidentally wrapping his arms around her giant ass…or, at least, he was trying to wrap his arms around it. Beatrice’s ass was so big that he couldn’t even wrap his arms around it from the front. During their embrace, which went on for a second or two longer than Timothy expected it to, he could feel Beatrice squeezing him tightly and…was she…smelling his hair?? It didn’t really matter…he was sitting down on a date at The Black Pig with the hottest girl he had ever seen, who towered more than a foot above him, and who was looking at him with that same dominant, hungry expression that she had when she first laid eyes on him. 

As they each took their respective seats on either side of the table, Timothy couldn’t help but notice some of the other patrons staring at them. Apparently it was a novelty for them to see such a mismatched couple. Timothy didn’t care — in fact, their stares made him even more turned on than he was before. 

“I went ahead and ordered an appetizer for the table,” said Beatrice, smiling as she sat down. “Do you like seafood, Timothy?

“Uh…yeah!”

“Good. I’m looking forward to sampling their carpaccio of diver scallops. They’ve won some awards, apparently.” 

“Y-yeah,” said Timothy, still wrapping his head around the fact that he was actually talking to Beatrice, “yeah…this place, uh…this place is pretty fancy, huh?”

Beatrice looked around nonchalantly and shrugged her shoulders. “Yeah, it’s fancy enough.” She looked around a little more and then turned her head back to Timothy. Under the candlelight, her dark make-up and black lipstick looked positively smoky and mesmerizing. She was smirking at him.

“Couldn’t find any clothes that fit you, cowboy?” 

“Uhhh…yeah. I, uhh —” began Timothy, not quite sure how to begin telling Beatrice that he was shrinking because he had made a pact with a gorgeous goddess named Maia the day before, and that, in fact, Beatrice herself was part of this pact. Timothy briefly wondered whether she had any idea…or if perhaps she knew of Maia. But he realized that he had trailed off in the conversation, and Beatrice was sitting there, her full arms on the table, waiting expectantly with that keen smile on her face. 

“I—I’m shrinking,” he said simply. Beatrice raised her eyebrows, her eyes going a bit wide. 

“Really?!” she breathed out, fascinated. Timothy was waiting for her to ask “how?” but she didn’t — she just looked at him with a calm, smoldering stare for a few moments, before she spoke again. 

“Well that’s great to hear, Timothy. I like me some small little guys.” She took a drink from her water glass as the appetizer arrived. Beatrice wasted no time in brandishing her fork and spearing one of the scallops (which were not small) and plopping the whole thing into her mouth. She chewed on it slowly, her eyes never leaving Timothy. 

“Y-you do?” he stuttered. Of course, he knew that she liked small men — he knew way more than she did about what was going on, surely! Or did he…? He shook the questions out of his head. They didn’t matter now; what mattered was how hot Beatrice looked in that fancy red dress, how sexy her mouth looked as she chewed her food. After a few silent moments, she spoke again. She didn’t really seem to speak in the normal cadence of conversation that Timothy was used to. Instead of directly answering the words that he said, she simply heard them, tossed them around in her head, and answered whenever she felt like it. 

“Yes,” she breathed in a low, soft voice. “I love little guys like you, Timothy. And I gotta say” — and Timothy suddenly felt her foot in his lap — “that when I saw you waddling in here with those ridiculous oversized clothes, my pussy started getting wet.” No one else saw her foot in his lap, thanks to the floor-length tablecloths, but Timothy couldn’t hide the look of rapture on his face as Beatrice footed around his crotch. He was hard as a rock now. 

Her foot still playing with him, Beatrice casually reached over and stabbed another scallop and stuck it in her mouth. “Hmmm,” she said suddenly, to no one in particular, “a little dry.” She seemed focused on the food for a moment, but suddenly she turned back to Timothy after she swallowed it down. 

“How about you, little guy?” she asked. “Do you like big tall girls like me?” 

“Ohhh yes!” said Timothy excitedly. “Oh yes! I, uh — I —”

“You really like tall women, huh?” she finished for him, sticking her tongue into the side of her mouth so that it tented outward. God, she had a long tongue, Timothy realized. “Well,” Beatrice continued, leaning back in her seat and putting her hands behind her head, “that’s good news for you, isn’t it Timothy? Because, you know, as small as you are, I wouldn’t say that there are that many women who are shorter than you.” She was smiling down at him, and Timothy could tell that she was enjoying this teasing. Her foot was still working insistently in his crotch.

“Well,” she said, catching herself, “maybe there are a fair number of girls who are your height or shorter — what’s your height, Timothy?”

“Uh, five three and a half.”

Beatrice chuckled knowingly. “Oh boy, you really are into this whole shrinking thing, aren’t you?”

Timothy flushed bashfully. “Y-yes.”

Beatrice laughed, not entirely in a nice way, either. “Haha, oh my god, what a little sub!” she laughed with wide eyes. She looked at him, almost as if he wasn’t a person, almost as if she couldn’t believe that what she was seeing and hearing was real. Her foot worked faster in his crotch and Timothy felt himself sink a little bit in his chair. Had he shrunk again? 

“But anyway — like I was saying,” said Beatrice, recovering herself, “even though there are still lots of girls shorter than you, I know there aren’t a lot of a lot of them — who are adults, at least — who are…smaller than you.” She suddenly sat forward and caught up one of Timothy’s hands in her own. He looked down and saw his shrunken hand engulfed in the grip of her larger, stronger, more powerful hand — her sharp pointed black nails looked positively fearsome next to his flesh. Although he was definitely turned on by her touch, Timothy couldn’t help but shudder a little uneasily at the sight of her predatory hand next to his. 

“I mean, look at that Timothy,” she said matter-of-factly, “just look at how my hand just swallows yours up.” She made an open palm in front of his face. “Come on, Timothy, let’s compare hands!” He obliged, holding his up to hers, and he was amazed to see that his fingers only came up about half way to hers. She clawed her fingers down, in a motion of engulfing him, and growled at him, shaking her head back and forth at him playfully. 

“Grrrrrr,” she said aggressively, “you’re just a tiny little thing, aren’t you? And look at that little bashful blush in those little cheeks! You’re submissive to the core, little guy — I can tell. It’s all I can do not to pounce on you right now.” 

Timothy was on the verge of cumming as Beatrice talked dirty to him, and he was actually beginning to hump her foot, which was now feverishly working his crotch. At the last moment, however, she suddenly took her foot away, leaving him gasping and panting in the restaurant. Several patrons had turned in their seats and were looking around, clearly wondering what was going on. Beatrice didn’t pay them any mind, though — she couldn’t have cared less. 

“Uh-oh!” she said mockingly, her eyebrow arching. “Guess who’s not allowed to cum yet?” Timothy suddenly noticed that their waiter was standing there at the table, looking very uncomfortable as he wrung his hands, waiting to ask them if they were ready to order. Evidently Beatrice didn’t care who heard her sensual teasing, and it was all Timothy could do to keep from cumming right then and there.

“Are you…um…are you all ready to order?” asked the waiter, “Or should I come back again in a few minutes?” 

“No, we’re ready,” said Beatrice promptly, even though Timothy had not even read a single word of his menu. She held up her own menu. “I will be having the lamb chops tonight, medium rare. Can you substitute the pan-seared broccolini for the polenta, please? And for this little guy,” and she indicated to Timothy with her open palm, “he’ll just be having the garden salad tonight.” 

“Just…the salad?” the waiter asked.

“Yes,” said Beatrice, smiling at Timothy. “He’s got a small little stomach, and he can’t handle a whole lot of food at once.” She laughed at the waiter. “But, you know, that shouldn’t be too surprising, right? I mean, gosh — just look at him in that big shirt. Did you see him when he walked in here, with his pants all rolled up? He’s tiny.”

The waiter gave a nervous laugh, writing down the rest of the order. Beatrice wasn’t done. 

“He’s 28 years old, you know? Can you believe that? If I didn’t know better I’d say he was an underdeveloped teenager!” She laughed out loud again, and Timothy could feel the color come into his face. Beatrice’s teasing was definitely a turn-on, but it was still embarrassing, especially out here in public like this. 

“Ahhh, yes, ma’m,” laughed the waiter nervously again, “Well, uhhh…I’ll just get this order in and your food will be out shortly!” He got away from the table as fast as he could, and Timothy saw that he had gone back to the waiter’s station and was whispering to the other servers, all of whom turned their heads towards their table. 

“How old do you think I am, Timothy?” asked Beatrice, leaning forward on her elbows. Timothy’s attention snapped back to her. 

“Uhhh…” he said, not really having any idea. She was definitely young, but she couldn’t have been that young. Maybe a few years older…or maybe his age…

“Are you…are you 28 too?” ventured Timothy, wondering if it had been a trick question. 

Beatrice’s eyes widened. “You — you think I’m your age??” She sounded incredulous and started laughing again. “Timothy, you’re way off. I’m about to turn 23.”

“W-what?” He couldn’t believe it — she just looked so…comfortable in herself. So poised, so self-assured. He hadn’t come across anyone this young who was so obviously at home in her own skin.

“Yes,” she laughed, “I can see why you’d be so shocked. Most people think I’m much older. Can’t imagine why.” She nonchalantly started surveying the crowd again, and for a full minute or so seemed to not even notice that Timothy was there. He slumped a little in his chair and looked at her, feeling like a small animal as he waited for her attention to return to him. The prospect of starting some kind of new conversation with her seemed impossible at the moment; he was just so in awe of her that he literally felt paralyzed. 

After a minute or two she turned back to him, evidently bored by the people around them. “So, what do you do, Timothy?” 

“I…uh…I work in a soda factory. Th-the…the one close by.”

“Oh, Fizzy Pop?” she asked mildly. 

“Y-yeah, yeah, that’s the one.” 

“How ordinary,” she remarked drily. She looked down at him across the table. “How much do you make?”

He winced inside, feeling embarrassed at what he was about to say. “Uh…uh…$32,000.” 

Beatrice made a little “o” with her mouth and blew a thin stream of air out, eliciting a low whistle. She smiled again.

“So…you were lying to me when you said that you could afford this place?” 

“I…no!” he said, protesting. He didn’t want her to feel like he had lied to her. “I just—I just, uh…I saw that you were someone special and I uh…felt bad about the little, uh…the little fender bender and wanted to…to make it up to you!” 

Beatrice chuckled. “What a recovery,” she said sarcastically. 

Soon their food came. Beatrice made no bones about wolfing her meal down. Timothy saw her looking straight at him whenever she bit into her meat, and he was sure that she meant for him to see her aggression as…some kind of a symbol. He was hard pretty much all through dinner, despite actually being quite hungry. He didn’t dare ask for any of Beatrice’s meal, so he satisfied himself with what he had. 

In an hour’s time they were standing up to leave. Beatrice assertively took Timothy’s hand in hers, almost pulling him as she led the way out of the restaurant through throngs of young, elegant, well-dressed professionals. Her ass undulated and bucked through her red dress, at the level of Timothy’s chest. It was almost unbelievable, the way that it moved. It distracted him from the fact that his belt was barely able to hold his pants up. Timothy watched her ass, totally entranced, as she led the way out. She blended in quite well — in fact, she was notable in the crowd, since she was ravishingly beautiful and standing a head above everyone else at 6’4 in her heels. Timothy, on the other hand, really did look like a young teenager who had lost his way in a crowd of adults. Even though he was turned on by the whole prospect of his own humiliation and submission in this environment, he couldn’t help but feel relieved when they were free of the restaurant and breathed in the cool nighttime air. 

“Why don’t you lead me back to your place, big boy,” said Beatrice, smiling down her breasts at him. 

“Uhh, ok,” said Timothy, barely able to contain his lust.

“Don’t worry,” said Beatrice teasingly as she walked off to her car, “I won’t follow you too closely.” 

Timothy laughed at her joke and got into his car, delighting in the fact that he once again had to adjust everything slightly so that he could reach. Fifteen minutes later he was pulling into his driveway, with Beatrice following closely behind.

“So, this is your place, huh?” said Beatrice, looking around as they walked inside.

“Y-yep,” said Timothy, realizing just how ordinary and boring everything looked. 

“Just what I imagined,” said Beatrice, walking around, “what someone would live in who makes $32,000 a year.” She was walking around the kitchen, and then into the living room, when she turned to Timothy. “Do you even have a mortgage on this place? Or are you…like, renting to own or something?” 

“N-no, I have a mortgage,” said Timothy. “I had some, uh…some family money so I was able to make a downpayment.” 

“Aha, the old family money,” laughed Beatrice, coming up to the wall where Timothy had been measuring himself. “Wait, what’s this?” she asked, noticing the pencil marks on the wall. She stood up to them, turned to Timothy, then looked back at them, and then turned to him again. A huge grin was plastered across her face. 

“Oh my god,” she said, her voice almost quivering with excitement, “is this what I think it is?” 

“Wh-what, is what what you think it is?” asked Timothy, walking timidly over. 

“These lines on the wall!” she said, pointing at them with a long, clawed finger. “You’ve been measuring yourself as you’ve been shrinking, haven’t you?”

“Uh, y-yeah,” said Timothy, turned on because of her enthusiasm and embarrassed at the same time. 

“Hahaha!” she laughed, putting her big hand where each mark was, in descending order. “Holy shit, Timothy, you used to be almost as tall as I am…youknow, without heels.”

“Y-yeah, 5’8.” 

“How long have you been shrinking?” 

“J-just…just since last night.”

“Last night?!” she gasped, looking down at him. “You’ve shrank like five inches since last night!?” She paused, looking down at him. He looked absurd in those clothes, and he looked up at her face, intimidated and feeble yet undeniably, impossibly turned on. Beatrice was filled with lust. She bent down and yanked off Timothy’s shirt, which was not a difficult task, since it hung so loosely on his shrunken shoulders. 

“Take off your pants, little man,” she breathed down into his ear, punctuating her command by lashing his earlobe with her tongue. Timothy was breathing so hard now he was almost hyperventilating. In no time he was completely naked. Beatrice likewise slipped and slithered her curves out of her red dress — it took her a lot longer to get her clothes off, because she literally had to push and pull her clothes off, so tightly they clung to her body. 

The two stood before each other, with Beatrice still in her heels. She put her hands on her enormously curvy hips and cocked her head to the side, smirking down on him. He was pretty much eye-level with her nipples now, and he saw they they stuck out in arousal, emerging from the dark circles of her areolas. Beatrice’s skin was strikingly white — almost an ivory, which made the darkness of her areolas that much more conspicuous, and the darkness of her make-up and black lipstick all the more arresting. 

Beatrice just stood there for a few silent moments, breathing deeply and purposefully as she looked down at Timothy with that smirk on her face. Her expression was so incredibly arousing to Timothy, but even in that moment he couldn’t quite escape the feeling that her smile wasn’t just a smirk — it was a sneer. But he didn’t have time to wonder and analyze her facial expressions for too long, because she had stepped forward and grabbed him roughly by the shoulders, forcing him to stumble backward. She led him in this way all the way across the room to the sofa, where she aggressively shoved him down. 

“You’ve got a nice cock there, Timothy,” she purred lustily as she knelt in front of him, prying his legs apart with ease so that his erect dick was completely exposed. She looked up at him wryly. “How big did it used to be?” 

“Uh…uh, like seven inches.”

“Hmmm, doesn’t look too far off from what it is now,” murmured Beatrice, measuring it against her palm. “Maybe your cock isn’t shrinking like the rest of you.”

“Maybe…m-maybe not,” said Timothy, wondering whether this was true. But once again, he didn’t have time to pay attention to anything else, because with a snarl Beatrice had taken him in her mouth and was slowly, passionately swallowing down his length. She twisted and wove her head down, down, down, until she reached his base, her fat lips kissing the flesh of his abdomen where his cock began. She looked up into his eyes, with his dick all the way down her throat, and shook her head back and forth lustily, never taking her eyes from his. Timothy gasped and heaved, choked and convulsed, as he was overcome with arousal at Beatrice’s expert stimulation. She hadn’t just swallowed his cock easily like a snack — she was using that long tongue of hers to play with him, tease him, torment him. It felt like his cock was engulfed in some kind of fleshy, rotating tornado, such was the skill of her technique. 

She went all the way back up on his cock, the tips of her lips kissing his peehole, and then just like that, with even more energy, she thrust herself down again on his length, taking him all the way in again with an aggressive, squelching moan. She did this over and over, and after only a minute, Timothy could no longer hold off against her vacuuming cheeks, her tortuously rotating tongue, and the relentless pull of her suckle. He came violently down her throat, flinging his arms about as his eyes rolled back into his head, momentarily losing control of his limbs as his small arms and legs flailed and shook with his orgasm. 

“Rrrrrr!! Mmmmmmm!” moaned Beatrice aggressively, shutting her eyes tightly as she tasted his seed. She took him all the way down as he came, and held him there, swallowing deep in her throat over and over as he shot gob after gob of hot cum into her esophagus. With each hungry swallow she drew his cum straight into her stomach, and she was charmed by the thought of Timothy’ s cum being the perfect compliment to her lamb chops and pan-seared broccolini. 

After about a minute she came up off him, releasing his cock with a loud *pop* as she opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out at him and wriggling it lewdly up and down, showing that she had swallowed everything.

“Aaaaaa!” she said, and then she laughed dirtily, putting her big hand down with some force on his small chest. “Haha, wow! That was pretty quick! Not too used to getting head, are you, Timothy?”

“N-no, not really,” he managed to say, breathing heavily as he tried to catch his breath. “Not like that.” 

“Mmmm, yes, I’ve been told as much,” she said knowingly, and she leaned in close to his face and flung her tongue back and forth at him, mockingly. “Guess my skills are just too much for you, huh, little guy?” 

*flipflapflipflapflipflapflipflapflipflaip* 

Her tongue made rapid, wet sounds as it she shook it at him with incredible speed. Timothy’s eyes almost popped out of his head at this strange, almost unnatural show of power. After a few moments of teasing him like this, Beatrice suddenly pulled herself off him, stood up, and turned around, treating Timothy to a view of her fat luscious ass as she crouched down on her high heels like a stripper, effortlessly bouncing and rebounding her massive cheeks up and down, up and down. It only took a little twitch from her thick hips to get the expanses of her ass moving — after her first motion, gravity seemed to take over, and her backside wobbled up and down as she turned around to shoot him a seething look. 

“How about this Timothy, huh?” she asked huskily as she twerked her ass. “Ever seen a butt like this, little boy?” 

“N-no…no I have not,” he stammered, totally overcome. Even though he had just shot his load down her throat, his cock was not getting soft. If anything, her vicious tongue and her twerking show was making him even harder than he already was. 

“C’mon twerp,” she said, moving backwards so that her undulating ass was now placed directly over his erect length. “Stick it in.” Timothy fumbled as he sat up and started to try and put his dick into her vagina, which was actually starting to drip onto his lap. 

“Not there, you idiot!” said Beatrice forcefully, reaching down behind her and grabbing Timothy’s cock in a painful, vice-like grip. “I want it in my ass.” 

“O-ok,” whimpered Timothy through the pain of her grip. He reached down to do as he was told, but Beatrice had already literally taken matters into her own hands. She stuck his cock up, slithering her ass into his lap as she made circular s-shaped movements down his dick as it went directly into her ass. 

“Aaaaaa, there!” she said triumphantly, and then turned away, with her back to him, as she started to ride him. Timothy’s heart was pounding in his chest now as the sweat began to bead and dot his brow. He had never had anal sex before, and was shocked at how tightly Beatrice’s sphincter was gripping his cock. As she bounced up and down on him, it felt like his dick was being pushed and ground through an almost impossibly tight, fleshy tube that was alive and rippling…and that was exactly what was happening. 

“Oh fuck yeah!” yelled out Beatrice as she ground her ass into him harder and harder. “I can feel your little body under me, Timothy! I can feel my weight crushing you!” She wasn’t wrong — each time she came down on him, he could feel the air literally evacuate his lungs. It was all he could do to keep his oxygen flowing, and he started gasping at the air. 

“I bet my ass alone weighs half as much as you do,” she growled at him, grinding her hips down on him in obscene circles. “Can you take it, little man? Can you take an ass like mine that just dwarfs you? Dominates you? Overpowers you?” With each “dwarf” and “dominate” and “overpower,” she smashed her ass down on his cock, harder and harder each time, the intensity of the intercourse reaching a fever pitch. Timothy’s eyes started to roll back into his head again and a high-pitched whine, completely involuntary, began to dribble forth out of his mouth. He was cumming again, shooting his load deep up Beatrice’s ass as she wiggled her big cheeks up and down, forcing his entire body to undulate in tandem as she wiggled left and right, left and right. 

“Came again, huh?” she snarled, looking around her ass at him with her flashing dark eyes. “Can’t handle my tongue, and can’t handle my ass, huh, tiny boy?” She smashed her ass down on him one final time and suddenly pulled off him and whirled around, standing up as she put her hands on her hips. 

“Pathetic!” she said contemptuously. “That’s just a pathetic showing, Timothy.” He was covered in sweat now, and gasping for air as he tried to answer her. But she kept at it. 

“You lasted for literally one minute in my mouth, and one minute in my ass. How am I supposed to get pleasure from a little sub like you when you can’t even give me more than two minutes before you blow your pitiful little load?” Timothy could definitely feel it now, despite all the other overwhelming sensations he was experiencing…in the bottom of his stomach, it was happening again. He was shrinking. 

She turned around and bent over, prying her ass cheeks wide apart so that he could see straight into her asshole. “See that, Timothy?” she said. “That’s what just dominated you. That’s what you couldn’t handle. That’s what just took your cum.” She moved backwards at him, so that her exposed rectum was now directly in front of his face. She moved her cheeks up and down and to the side with her clawed fingers, as she pretended to make her ass talk. 

“Come on little boy,” she said in a deep voice, pretending to make her ass talk as she moved her cheeks in his face, “is that all you’ve got to give to me? I’m hungry, tiny man! I’m hungrrryyy, and I’m not used to such puny little meals! Give me more, wimp, give me more!!” And just like that she had impaled her ass once again on Timothy’s dick and was riding him into oblivion. Timothy wailed in almost inhuman agony and pleasure, completely overcome with the sensation of Beatrice’s ass. 

Over the next hour, she managed to squeeze two more cumshots out of him. It was her humiliating dirty talk that was her secret weapon. Finally satisfied, she rolled over off Timothy’s dick into a half-sitting half-lying position next to him on the sofa. For his part, Timothy was barely conscious now. His eyes were crossed up inside his head, and he was drooling from his mouth, muttering incoherently. Beatrice was pretty much out of breath too, but she was nowhere near as gone as he was. She looked over at him and smirked. 

“Little bitch,” she said scoffingly, pushing the hair out of her face as she stared up at the ceiling. “You need to build up your stamina, Timothy.” She smiled. “Well, there’s plenty of time for that. I think it’s safe to say we’re dating now, huh?”

“Y-yeah…” Timothy said, coming out of his near-coma. “Y-yeah. Th-that was…that was…amazing Beatrice.” 

“Of course it was,” she said, bringing one of her long clawed fingers to his cheek and tracing his jawline. “I’m gonna teach you to worship me, Timothy. I’m going to become like a goddess to you.” She laughed softly. “And I’m going to teach you how to give me what I want — exactly what I want — anytime i want it. Understand?” 

“Y-yes…I understand,” said Timothy. Even though he had known in advance that Beatrice was going to become his girlfriend, he had never, in all his wildest dreams, imagined an encounter like the one they just had. He loved it…it was the most turned-on he had ever been, and the most he had ever cum with anyone, ever. But at the same time it was almost painfully overwhelming. He had very nearly passed out a few times, and the only reason he hadn’t was because Beatrice had noticed and had purposefully slowed down, to keep him on the edge. He was happy…so happy, yes….and yet…and yet…this isn’t exactly what he had been expecting. 

“You look smaller,” said Beatrice suddenly. “Did you shrink again?” She grabbed his forearm and compared it to hers. He had most certainly shrunk — her arm looked even bigger next to his than it originally had. 

“Look at that!” exclaimed Beatrice excitedly, “look at that, Timothy! My arm’s like twice as wide as yours!” She needled him in the ribs with her claws. “And holy shit, look at your ribs! I can count each one. One, two, three, four five,” she began, counting down his ribs with her sharp fingernail. When she had finished she turned to him, with her mouth open. “Holy fuck, Timothy! You’re fucking puny!” She struggled to her feet, still in her heels. “Stand up!” she ordered suddenly. “Stand up and face your goddess, little man!” With difficulty, Timothy did. He felt his exhausted heart do a backflip and leap into his mouth. He was staring right into the taut, fleshy top of beatrice’s stomach. 

“Oh my god!” she screamed in delight. “You did! You totally shrank again!” She danced around him in ecstasy, almost not believing what she was seeing. Her eyes suddenly caught the pencil marks on the wall, and she grabbed him roughly by the arm as she practically dragged him over. 

“Come on, shorty, let’s get you measured!” Timothy didn’t have time to say or do anything — he was too busy trying to move his little legs to keep up with Beatrice’s long strides as she crossed the living room. She pushed him up against the wall and fetched the tape measure where Timothy had dropped it previously. 

“Let’s see,” she said, almost shivering in anticipation. “Let’s start from the bottom up.” She bent down to the floor and started to slowly and deliberately measure him. She counted the feet out loudly and intentionally in an exaggerated voice, like she would to a child, making eye contact with each foot. 

“One…” she made wide eyes at him…”Two…” she looked at him again and made her eyebrows go up and down…”Three…” she licked her lips at him…”Four…” she opened her mouth in mock surprise as she looked deeply into his eyes…”Four….four….” And she stopped, looked him dead in the eye, and stood up, tossing the tape measure away as she folded her arms across her big breasts. 

“You’re four foot eleven, Timothy,” she said, like she could hardly believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. “You’re…not even five feet tall.” Timothy had no words — he was utterly stunned as he stood there against the wall. He managed to look up at Beatrice, who still had her arms folded across her chest and was looking down at him with wonder in her eyes. Even though there was a clearer difference than ever in their sizes, it was her stare was making him feel truly small. She was looking at him almost like he was some kind of animal…like he…wasn’t even human. 

Beatrice spotted the freshly-purchased scale on the ground close by, and she excitedly went over to it and kicked it along the floor a few times in Timothy’s direction. “How about your weight, shrimp?” she said haughtily. “Why don’t you step on that and see what you’re packing, huh, big boy?” Timothy did, feeling the anticipatory electricity flutter and flash across his skin; he actually had goosebumps now as he stepped onto the scale. The numbers garbled themselves as he felt Beatrice come from behind him and loom over, awaiting the result with just as much eagerness as he was. 

97.2.

Timothy let out a gasp of air as Beatrice whooped and hollered. 

“Ninety seven pounds?!!” she yelled, standing up to her full height as she clutched her midsection. “Ninety seven pounds!?!” A huge well of derisive laughter came bubbling up from her diaphragm. “Timothy, that’s…you’re — you’re like a little kid now! In elementary school!!” 

Timothy was staring at the number, feeling like the bottom had completely dropped out of his stomach. He was so small…so…unimaginably small. He looked down at his hands and feet, his legs and arms, and then looked up at Beatrice, who had her hips cocked to the side as she smirked down on him. She looked positively enormous, so much so that he started back off the scale in an involuntary fear reaction. She laughed down at him. 

“Oh my god, you’re scared of me now!” She stalked towards him threateningly. “Well I guess I’d be afraid of me too, if I were your size.” His back hit the wall. Beatrice suddenly got down on her knees in front of him. She was nearly as tall as he was, even in this position; the top of her head reached his eyes. 

“Now you’re the one speaking down to me,” she laughed, putting her big hands up against the wall on either side of him. Timothy tried to speak in assent, but he could not manage to make any noise. Beatrice laughed knowingly. 

“You know what I think?” she whispered to him, her huge face looking up into his, “I think you shrink any time you have sex. I think I literally just sucked the size right out of you with my mouth and my ass. She opened her mouth wide up at him so that he could see all the way down into her throat. 

“Right down there,” she said, pointing into her mouth and down her throat with her finger. “That’s where it all went. I took it from you, Timothy. I swallowed it all up.” 

Timothy knew that she wasn’t exactly right, but she pretty much had the gist of it. ‘And anyway,’ he thought as he peered down her throat and then shifted to look into her big dark eyes, ‘she’ll find out soon enough.’ It was strange — he was beyond thrilled at everything that had happened so far, and yet, he still wanted to hold onto the real truth of the situation. It gave him some semblance of power still, which he enjoyed having. ‘This way,’ he thought to himself as he watched Beatrice make lewd faces at him, ‘she won’t take it too fast and shrink me down to nothing before I can…before I can really enjoy life at thissize.’ He thought suddenly of Katie at work — holy shit, she was taller than him now…a good deal taller! And Patricia and Ashley too! To say nothing of Clare and her heels….oh boy. Tomorrow was going to be interesting, that was for sure.