Timothy had more trouble driving home than he cared to admit — at this point driving seemed like a dangerous activity for someone who was as small as he was. He had adjusted the seat all the way forward and elevated the seat's height as much as possible, and even still he had a hard time operating the brake and gas pedals with his feet. He could barely see over the steering wheel; halfway home he decided to sit on his briefcase to give himself a better view of the road, but this meant that his feet could no longer reach the pedals. Suffice it to say, he felt lucky to make it home on one piece. Plenty of people had expressed their frustration and anger at his bad driving, and as he walked into his house his ears were still literally ringing with car horns.
And there she was, just like he imagined, and his heart jumped into his mouth as his cock stirred in his oversized pants — Beatrice was laid out lengthwise on the sofa, looking for all the world like a luxurious cat. She was looking at him with a long and mischievous smile on her face.
"Oh my god," she breathed, evidently pleased by his shrinking, "you got smaller. A lot smaller."
"Y-yeah, yeah I did," said Timothy, holding out his hands simply, not knowing what else to say.
Beatrice rose from the sofa with the agility of a big cat as she walked straight up to him, standing tall, up to her full height, right in front of him. Timothy could not help but get slack-jawed at Beatrice's size. She positively loomed over him. The top of his head didn't even come up to the bottom of her big tits; he was staring straight ahead into her abs, which he could see lightly defined through the tight black dress she was wearing. He glanced down at her feet, expecting to see her wearing heels of some kind that made her taller, but she was barefooted.
"Wow," said Beatrice with quiet energy, putting her hands on her hips. "Look at you. You're like a kid next to me." He certainly felt like a kid with her standing over him like this. This childlike feeling was increased by his realization that Beatrice had...developed even further. There was no doubt about it now: the beatification wish was coming true right before his eyes. Her lips looked thicker and plusher; her face shone with a kind of dark radiance that, when directed at him, made him feel so much smaller than he already was. Her arms and legs seemed longer and fuller; her already-impressive breasts looked a size or so bigger. And her ass, which he could see strongly curving up around her hips, looked absolutely massive. Any slight movement sent its voluminous flesh into a series of jiggles that were mesmerizing to watch.
Beatrice suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Timothy's shoulder roughly with one of her hands, and he nearly fell down. She turned him around unceremoniously with her hand, squeezing his shoulder and upper arm. She repeated this action a few more times, effortlessly rotating his shrunken body around in circles as she tested his arms for size. Her big strong hands squeezed and pulled as they coarsely navigated Timothy around and around. Her sudden rough handling surprised him, and he as unable to stifle a yelp of pain when one of her fingers pinched the loose flesh on his shoulder.
"Owww!" he said, realizing how his voice up-turned into a high pitch.
"Oh get a handle, baby," said Beatrice unsympathetically as she continued to toy with him in the same raw and harsh manner. Timothy was definitely turned on by her touch, but he was now starting to panic a little as it became clear that Beatrice either didn't know or didn't care that she was hurting him. He spoke up again, a little louder this time.
"B-beatrice! Th-that hurts!"
"Aww the tiny little man's in pain," came her sarcastic voice from above. She suddenly stopped twirling him around and grabbed both of his hands in one of hers, stooping down low so that she was looking him directly in the face. She pouted her plush lips in his face as her eyes sparkled darkly.
"So you're not just getting shorter and skinnier — you're also getting wimpier too!" She let out a laugh that Timothy tried to pretend was meant as a joke, but he was not able to avoid the thought that Beatrice was actually taking pleasure, mean-spirited pleasure, in his shrinkage.
"Uhh, I don't...I, uhh — " he stuttered, feeling totally overcome by her size and beauty as she looked into his face with her intense dark eyes.
"How about —" said Beatrice, cutting in assertively as she stood back up to her full height, "instead of stammering around like a little fool, you make me some dinner, huh?"
"Oh...oh, yes!" said Timothy, jumping at the opportunity to do something for his girlfriend. "What would you...uh...what would you like to eat?"
He had turned away from her and was walking toward the kitchen. But he suddenly felt two big arms reach around from behind, stopping him in his place. He could tell by the smell of the sweet fragrance of her breath that she had bent down behind him, her mouth at his ear.
"You," she whispered lustily into his ear. "I want to eat you for dinner." She had reached around with one of her arms and was now busy rummaging around in his pants with her big hand. She found his cock, which was already quite stiff, and squeezed it insistently, causing Timothy to give a sharp intake of breath. It almost hurt, the way she had grabbed it, but it definitely felt good too.
She began milking his cock emphatically, keeping up the stream of dirty whispers in his ear. Already sexually frustrated throughout most of the day, and totally overcome by his new girlfriend's incessant and dominant technique, Timothy could not hold on for long. Within half a minute he was spraying his load all over — his pants had slipped down completely during Beatrice's forceful handjob. She reached around her other hand and caught Timothy's cum as she cooed and laughed dirtily in his ear.
Once he was done, she brought her cupped hand with his cum up to her mouth and smelled it, looking down at him with wide eyes as her gorgeous mouth curved up sexily.
"Mmmm, dinner is served," she said, making her eyebrows go up and down at him. "Fresh from the source and totally organic." She bent her mouth down and slurped up the cum noisily, making sure to put on a show for Timothy as she made his cum squelch and ooze through her lips and teeth. Watching her devour his cum that way made Timothy almost feel lightheaded, and he stumbled over to the counter and grabbed on to keep from falling down.
"Mmm, aww," said Beatrice through his cum, "isa too musshh forw wyou? Am I too musshh forw wyou little Timmy?"
"N-no...y-you're...you're perfect," he managed to to say, looking up at Beatrice in awe.
