"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."
