Chapter 8: The Party
A male servant answered the door, and, giving Timothy a quick and puzzled glance, escorted them inside. Clare's house was over-the-top and opulent to say the least. The floors were made of fine marble, the ceilings were high, there was a huge crystal chandelier in the foyer, and statues and fine art seemed sprinkled around almost everywhere Timothy looked. The servant led them into the main living area, where a crowd of elegant well-dressed people were conversing. Servants walked in and amongst the crowd, bearing plates of champagne and fancy hors d'oeuvres. Timothy noticed that all of the servants were male.
He also couldn't help but notice that everyone in the crowd was eying this strange new couple with the same kind of puzzlement that had flickered on the face of the servant who had answered the door. People didn't quite stop talking, but a number of conversations were interrupted as people turned to stare. Beatrice walked with her shoulders back and her head held up high, drinking in the attention proudly. She was wearing a pair of six-inch heels to go along with her stately black dress, so that she rose tall above most other people at the party. Timothy also could not fail to notice, as he looked around, that all the women looked taller, bigger, more voluptuous, more vigorous, more...beautiful than he could have ever imagined. He still thought that Beatrice was the hottest and most gorgeous person there, but looking around, it wasn't by much. All the women were just stunning.
And these women turned to look at this new couple, marveling at the difference in size. What was this? It looked like a mother and her young child at first glance, but then, as people scrutinized them, they could tell that something wasn't quite right with this picture. The boy, if that's what he was, had the face of someone who was older, and did not carry with him the freshness or the rounded features of youth. No, instead he looked...emaciated and weak, like he was actually an adult who had...somehow shrunken down and lost a lot of weight. Of course, this was in fact the reality. But these people could not be blamed for their puzzlement and curiosity. This little man or child or whatever he was only came up just past the knee of his gigantic female partner. And she looked deathly beautiful, almost ferocious in her gorgeous features, especially next to her companion, who had to hold his little arm all the way up to grasp the tips of his giant date's fingers. It was quite the sight: startling, ridiculous, and yet...something else. Timothy looked meekly up at the eyes of several sumptuous and lavish women as they walked by, and he could see something in their eyes...a flash or sparkle of something. Were they...were they turned on by this whole spectacle? He knew at least that Beatrice was.
"Well come on," she said down to Timothy, "let's go find Clare. You're gonna have to point her out to me, you know, since I've only spoken to her on the phone."
"Ok," said Timothy.
"Pretty cool party, huh?" she said, looking straight down at him and giving him a wry smile.
"Y-yeah, everyone's so...so fancy."
"Yep, a lot of successful people here," said Beatrice brightly, looking around. "Must be strange company for you, huh, Timmy? You know if not for me you wouldn't even be at this party."
"Oh...oh r-really?"
"Really. If I hadn't had that conversation with Clare..." and here she stopped, seeming to check herself as she smiled mischievously. "But enough of that — come on pipsqueak, let's go meet your boss and co-workers."
A minute or so later they found them. Timothy had made a kind of move to try and lead Beatrice through the crowd, but she had just shook her head, chuckling as she took the lead. They had wandered around the main area for a minute or so before a group of tall, curvaceous young ladies had parted and Timothy saw them all. There was Clare with her husband, who was the CEO of Fizzy Pop. Timothy had seen him once before, but now he just...looked a lot smaller. He still stood at a respectable 6'1, but with Clare standing next to him, he looked tiny.
Timothy could not avoid gasping out loud when he saw Clare: she had grown a great deal since he had last seen her, and she looked positively ravishing. She had on a tight bright red dress that clung tightly to her curves and only came up to her mid-thighs, which looked like they had swelled in size and appeared even fuller and more womanly than before. As usual, she was wearing a pair of tall heels, except these were more like Beatrice's and made her a full 6 inches taller. Aside from her obvious gain in curves, what Timothy couldn't believe was her height. The top of her 6'1 husband's head only came up to Clare's chin.
But he didn't have a lot of time to process all of this information about Clare, because he was looking to his right at Ashley, who rose up even taller than Clare in a dress of long, elegant, and silky white. Ashley was still wonderfully curvy and full in the hips, but her curves did not quite match Clare's. Ashley made up for that in height, however — she was wearing heels too, and she actually looked to be just about as tall as Beatrice. Timothy's little heart started pounding in his chest.
There were Patricia and Katie. Patricia actually looked...super hot. There was no sign of the former acne on her face, and her cheekbones seemed to have lengthened a bit, opening up her face and bringing out her beautiful dark brown eyes. Her boobs were absolutely enormous, bigger than anyone else's there...bigger, even, than Beatrice's. A long dress of dignified green silk graced her pleasing contours. She was not wearing heels, but her head still rose high up, and Timothy could see that she was just as tall, if not a little bit taller, than Clare's husband.
But Katie...well, Timothy couldn't help himself. He hardened helplessly in his pants at the sight of her. Even compared with the obvious beauty and hotness of the other three, Katie was in a league of her own. She was wearing a purple dress, a deep purple dress, that looked like it was about to explode off her, such was its tightness. Timothy was dumbfounded: Clare's body was impressive, but Katie's actually came close to matching Beatrice's...maybe it actually did...her thighs were shapely and thick and grew up like twin swerving trees into the most massive ass that Timothy had ever seen. It was almost cartoonishly huge...and yet, it didn't look odd or out of place. It was just mesmerizing to look at — Timothy could not escape the thought that Katie's ass alone was probably bigger than his entire body. He felt goosebumps rise up on his skin as he found it more and more difficult to breathe. Katie was wearing heels — big, golden, gladiator-style platform heels that were tied around her lower legs in a series of complicated twists and ties. Her heels looked even taller than Clare's, and they were — a full 7 inches. Timothy didn't know why, but Katie seemed to have grown more than anyone else. She looked to be the same height at Clare now, and with her heels she rose up above her by an entire inch.
"Oh. My. God," came Clare's loud and deadpan voice, and the other three woman directed their eyes over to where Clare was looking, which was directly at Timothy. Ashley's mouth dropped open. So did Patricia's. Katie put a manicured hand over her mouth and let out a squeal of excitement. A bit of a hush swept across the room as the rest of the guests turned to look as the four women approached. People started pointing and whispering to each other as Clare extended her hand to Beatrice, the two joining in a solid respectful handshake.
"Well it's nice to finally meet you Beatrice," said Clare brightly, her eyes betraying her admiration for Beatrice's whole appearance.
"The pleasure is all mine, it's Clare, I assume?" said Beatrice, her eyes also going up and down Clare's figure in appreciation. "You have quite the set-up here, Clare, I must say."
Clare smiled appreciatively as she gave a lofty toss of her hair. "Well," she said, not even trying to hide her haughtiness, "when you do the right things to the right people — " and she indicated to her husband, who smiled nervously, "—things just kind of have a way of...falling into place."
Beatrice gave a hearty laugh. "Isn't that the truth!" she said. She glanced down at Timothy, still holding his hand with her fingers, and gave her hand a little shake, so that his entire arm shook and quivered with her superior momentum. "Well Timmy," she said down to him, "aren't you going to compliment your boss on her lovely house and impressive promotion?"
"Oh...ah...y-yes," stammered Timothy, overwhelmed by the size of the women as Ashley, Patricia, and Katie approached as well, "uh...n-nice house Clare, and...uhhh...it's, it's cool that you got...a, a promotion."
