Is This What You Really Want? Ch. 08

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."

Clare put her hands on her knees as she bent down, looming over Timothy. "Well I'll accept the compliment, Timmy, even if it does come from a tiny little man-child." The rest of the girls snickered amongst themselves and Timothy blushed a deep shade of red. Clare stood back up to her full height.

"Well girls," she said, addressing the rest of the crew, "how about it? Have you all missed Timmy's contributions this past week?"

More snickering ensued and Ashley looked down at Timmy with something like pity in her eyes. Timothy noticed how much deeper and beautiful her eyes were as she regarded him.

"Well..." said Ashley, "not really, to tell you the truth."

"Oh really?" came Beatrice's mocking voice in fake bemusement, "and why is that?"

"Well, we just...hired someone else," said Ashley simply, looking down at Timothy and giving him a wink.

"Yeah, and this new employee's a little more...on top of it than Timmy ever was," said Patricia with a laugh. "To begin with she's at least normal-sized and doesn't need a stepladder for every little task."

"She?" blurted out Timothy, not being able to help himself.

"Yes, she," said Clare, her voice taking on a tinge of harshness. "What's the matter Timmy, you don't think a girl can do as good a job as you?"

"N-no!" said Timmy, backpedaling into Beatrice's big legs. "It's just...I just...batch m-mixers are usually...uh..."

"Men?" shot in Katie, bending down so that her huge beautiful head seemed to be bent directly over Timothy's cowering form. He felt her shadow against the bright lights of the chandeliers. "Yeah, that's true, but, well...we decided that the...man...if we can really even call you that anymore...that we had for the job just wasn't really up to speed with the rest of the women at the company. So we thought, why not just hire another woman?"

"And it's paying off tenfold," said Ashley quietly, still looking down at him. "She's done an excellent job so far."

"Frankly speaking, Ashley's right," said Clare. "She's ten times the worker you were. God knows how your work would compare to her now that you're this tiny runt of a thing."

Timothy felt literally backed into a corner, and he was; his co-workers had surrounded him and had boxed him into Beatrice, who didn't seem to be having any sympathy for his plight. His back was to her legs, and he could feel the unmistakable vibrations of her rumbling laughter through her skin. He was utterly trapped.

"And he has the audacity to talk about certain jobs being for men only," came Beatrice's voice from high above.

Patricia arched her eyebrows down at him as she shook her head. Katie couldn't keep herself from laughing...Timothy couldn't believe it — the sound of her laughter was like heavenly music to his ears, even though it was at his expense.

"Well, we've come to learn better," said Ashley calmly.

"Indeed we have," put in Clare as she placed her hands over her wide curvy hips. "I think our little Timmy here's just coming to realize something."

"Wh-what's that?" asked Timothy.

"That the smartest thing you ever did in your life was stick to the coattails of the women in your life...us and Beatrice here...so you could at least have something in life."

"So he could have the crumbs!" said Katie, her eyes dancing in pleasure as she laughed again in her intoxicatingly musical way. The rest of the women joined in the laughter appreciatively, and Timothy could not help but shrink further into the legs of Beatrice, until he realized that he was actually shrinking a little bit again. He felt incredibly low, both physically and emotionally, lower than he had ever felt before.

After a few more moments of hearty laughter, Clare clapped her hands. "Ok, enough chatter!" she said brightly. "Time for party games!"

The rest of the room hummed in appreciation, and they all went into another room where Timothy saw a ring of chairs. He wondered what this could be about, and felt a kind of fear and dread in the pit of his stomach.

"Let's get old school up in here!" said Clare excitedly. "Time for musical chairs!" The party crowd laughed, seeming to appreciate the humor of the game, and everyone got into position around a chair.

"Ooo come on little guy, let's go!" said Beatrice excitedly.

"Uhhhh, I think I'll just...uh, watch you guys play," he said timidly.

"Oh no you don't," said Clare, hearing his reluctance. "I got a few chairs especially for you so that you'd at least stand a chance in this game — look!" And she motioned for him to look closer at the circle, and Timothy suddenly understood. About half the chairs were normal-sized, about a quarter of them were child-sized, and about another quarter of them were little stools that only rose about a foot or so off the floor.

"See?" said Clare, laughing. "You should be honored, Timmy — I designed this game with you specifically in mind!" The other girls laughed, and Timothy looked around the room to see the other party women smiling down at him, trying their best not to giggle too derisively. Timothy couldn't help but notice that the men at the party were a little...in the background. They weren't really laughing much, and didn't seem to understand or appreciate the jokes made at Timothy's expense. Compared to their dates and partners, they just...looked bland, uninspired, dull, and uninteresting...all more or less were dressed in the same boring black suit. In contrast, every women at the party looked especially alive, vivacious, colorful, and powerful. The contrast was stark and overwhelming.

"Ok, get into position!" called Clare, going over to the old-time CD player. "I'll be in charge of the music." Beatrice got behind a normal-sized chair; Timothy wanted to stay with her, but she shooed him away, over to one of the smallest stools in the circle. He found that he was next to Katie, who was standing behind a normal-sized chair, gripping its back with her big hands, standing tall and proud behind it as she glanced down at him and chuckled.

"Ready, little Timmy?" she said with animation. "You better not lose on the first go-around or we'll tease you without stopping for the rest of the night."

"Go!" said Clare as she put on a quaint old-time swinging jazz tune. Everyone started walking around in a circle. Timothy tried his best to keep up, and noticed that he had to take several steps for every single step that Katie took. He was only focused on keeping up, but she was having no trouble whatsoever and was clearly enjoying herself, shaking her huge ass up and down to the lively tune as she practically danced around in the circle. Timothy looked around and saw that many of the other women were also getting into it, throwing their huge curves around in time to the catchy music.

"Stop!" said Clare suddenly, as she cut off the music. Everyone rushed to sit down in the nearest chair, and Timothy was relieved to find himself directly in front of one of the foot-high stools, upon which he immediately plopped himself down. He sighed in relief — he had done it! He hadn't lost in the first round! For the first time that night, he smiled. He looked around. Everyone else had found a chair...everyone, that is, except Clare's husband, who was looking around desperately for somewhere to sit, but finding nowhere.

"Oohhh Charles," called out Clare, clearly appreciating that her husband had lost early. "Guess being the big-shot CEO doesn't cut it when you're playing these good old fashioned party games! You're out!" A number of the other women joined Clare in laughter, and Charles slunk off to the side next to his much taller and bigger wife, not looking very powerful or CEO-like at all.

"All right, Charles, why don't you remove one of the chairs for round two," said Clare authoritatively. "Make it...uh...make it one of those little stools, why don't you?" She glanced over at Timothy and smiled mischievously, knowing full well that by taking the smaller chairs away she was making the game harder for him.

A minute later they were all going around again to the same fast-paced jazz music. Timothy found himself behind Patricia this time, and he was not able to prevent himself from staring at her shapely ass as she danced around in front of him. He could also see her enormous boobs swinging from side to side, even though he was directly behind her — that's how big they were.

"Stop!" said Clare again, and once more Timothy found himself in front of one of the foot-high stools. Being extra low to the ground, he was able to quickly sit down in it before Patricia had a chance. She had spotted the stool and had bent down her thick curvy legs to sit down, but she was coming from much higher up, and Timothy beat her to it.

"Oooh, sorry Trish!" laughed Clare. "Looks like the midget beat you to it — I guess being tiny can come in handy from time to time!"

"No fair Clare!" protested Patricia, laughing despite herself as she indicated down to the tiny stool he was sitting on. "He had a clear advantage that time! He didn't even have to move to sit down!"

"Well, that's bad luck for you," said Clare, laughing as well. "But just wait until little Timmy's luck runs out and he has to try and sit in one of the grown-up chairs!" A host of good-natured female laughter followed as Patricia shook her head and left the circle.

"Take another one of those stools with you, why don't you, Trish?" said Clare. "Clearly this game is too easy for Timmy — he's lasted two whole rounds. I have to somehow try and level the playing field, right?"

"Serves the runt right," said Patricia, swiping away another one of the stools with gusto.

They were at it again a few moments later. Timothy swallowed nervously as he shuffled his little legs to keep up, appreciating that he was in front of Beatrice this time. She had given him a dark look, as if to say, 'Don't even think about making me lose.' Her huge ass swung impossibly to the jazz music, and Timothy had to shake his head to clear it. He was determined to not lose this round, just to prove the girls wrong.

"Stop!" called Clare, and Timothy saw that he was directly in front of one of the grown-up chairs. He tried and pull himself up on the seat, but he was struggling, as the actual seat part was even with his chest. He could hear the rustle of huge womanly asses plopping down in chairs around him, and a fearful desperation seized him. He stood back a couple steps and gave a running start, actually having to leap into the chair as his little body made contact with the plush cushion. He sank into the cushion a bit, but was horrified when, a moment later, he was completely crushed into it as he felt a titanic weight against his entire body. He could tell from the perfumed smell who it was — Beatrice had literally sat on his body as he lay there in the chair, crushing the air out of his lungs and throwing his entire world into darkness.

"Oh no, I don't think so!" Timothy could barely hear Clare's muffled voice, so completely was he engulfed by Beatrice's huge ass. "Little Timmy beat you to it, Beatrice — you're out!"