Downsizing by MXP

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Sunday

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Mateo had a great time on Sunday with his friends. Hazel took him and Emma on a shopping spree at a strip mall. With Hazel offering to pay, since Mateo had nothing, he was able to get a whole new wardrobe for his new downsizer life. The cost of downsizer clothing was a fraction of what humans typically paid, making it trivial for Hazel to treat her tiny friends. A single shirt for Hazel cost more than Mateo's entire haul of shirts, shoes, and shorts, highlighting one of the few positive aspects of being a downsizer.

Throughout their shopping excursion, Hazel used her parent's credit card, not just for Mateo's clothing, but also to buy a few items for herself and some cute outfits for Emma. Hazel’s parents gave her the credit card with a sizeable allowance. She came from a well-off family that she never flaunted. She always remained humble and never came off braggy with her privileges.

“Let’s go watch a movie!” Hazel said to her friend. “I’ll sneak you guys in.”

Hazel placed Emma and Mateo in her back pockets of her jean shorts. They were snug, and once inside, Mateo's and Emma’s bodies were plastered tightly against Hazel’s butt cheeks. Mateo didn’t mind since Hazel suggested it, and she was okay with Mateo getting a thrill off her body, so long as he respected her, which, of course, Mateo was an absolute gentleman in those regards.

Once inside the theater, Hazel placed Mateo sat in the cupholder while she made out with Emma incessantly. The sounds and movements coming from Hazel were distracting, but Mateo did his best to watch the film. At one point, he turned back to Hazel and didn’t see Emma anywhere.

Hazel kicked up her feet on the seats in front of them and undid the button and zipper of her shorts. “C’mon, lick it,” she said, panting and writhing in her seat. Her fingers were making a frantic circular motion on top of her panties. “Lick my asshole, bitch. I know you like it.”

Emma’s head popped out from under the side of the panties. “No, I don’t.”

“Fucking do it.” Hazel was breathing fast. “I’m almost there. Get inside my ass.” Hazel placed a finger on Emma’s head and pushed her back inside.

Mateo couldn’t believe how high their libido was. He wondered if they fucked at school as much as they did in public. Hazel and Emma hid it well when he was human. Now that he lived with them, he got to witness their never-ending marathon of sex.

Hazel whimpered as she felt her little girlfriend squirm inside her crack. She spread her legs wider, and her foot pressed hard on the empty seats in the row in front of them. Hazel suddenly remembered Mateo. She caught him staring up at her, but he spun his head back to the movie. Hazel felt bad about him being the third wheel, but that wouldn’t stop her from expressing her love for Emma.

Hazel leaned in close to Mateo. “I hope you don’t mind me and Emma,” she said, her voice quivering as her tiny girlfriend’s face reached her asshole. “Want to play in my shoe? It’ll get you high. I’m sweating pretty bad in there.”

Mateo hated he had a boner at that moment. But despite his horny brain, he wanted to view Hazel as his friend and not someone to jack off to. “I’m good. Thanks for asking.” A mixed-size relationship was something he wanted more and more. And if he was going to have fun with a bigger girl—it was going to be with his future girlfriend and not Hazel. “I really appreciate everything, Haze. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

Hazel nodded, barely listening to his words as Emma continued to pleasure her.

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After the movie, Emma was knocked out like a light, having exerted herself for an hour-long sex session. The poor girl went limp and snored in Hazel’s palm as her body desperately recharged. Upon returning home, Hazel placed her tiny girlfriend on a pillow and let her sleep undisturbed.

Hazel then laid on her belly down on her bed, with Mateo below her chin. She had brought the leftover popcorn from the cinema and spilled some of it on her bed. She and Mateo idly ate and talked while Netflix played in the background.

“Stupid popcorn,” she said, digging her nails between her teeth, trying to dislodge a kernel. “Hey, Ma-mato, does your offer still stand?”

Mateo stood up, chipper, willing to do whatever for his friend. She was truly a guardian angel that rescued him during the darkest chapter of his life. Whatever Hazel wanted, he was willing to sacrifice and make it happen. In his mind, she deserved nothing less.

“Of course, Haze. What can I do?”

“I need you to act as a toothpick again.”

Mateo swallowed. “Oh.”

Hazel caught his apprehension. “You don’t have to, if you don’t. Come on dude, you know I’ll never make you do something against your will.”

“No, I want to help. Honest.” Mateo’s forehead started perspiring.

Hazel licked her lips and picked up Mateo between her fingers. “Try not to taste so good,” she teased with a smirk. “I’m starving, and I might not hold back from swallowing you.”

This got Mateo far more excited than the prospect of playing with Hazel’s feet. He tried thinking of something else—something more normal. But he couldn’t deny his desires. The idea of Hazel swallowing him whole got him hard. He sighed in disappointment at himself. He didn’t understand these feelings and didn’t want to admit to them. Mateo wanted to help Hazel and then get the hell out of there before he started thinking about his twisted desires.

He placed his hands on her lips and crawled into his giant friend’s mouth, avoiding her sharp bottom incisors. Hazel used the tip of her tongue to point at the obstruction on her lower molars. He crawled over her tongue, feeling each bump of her taste buds under his knees. The humidity wrapped around him like a soggy blanket. Buttery popcorn and chocolate candy filled his nose. Snacks that met their end in her mouth left the haunting scent behind for Mateo to enjoy like a gruesome bouquet.

Hazel was salivating, her mouth fully convinced there was yummy food ready to be gobbled up. She tilted her head back and expertly swallowed her excess saliva while keeping her mouth open.

He looked at the black abyss at the back of her throat. Her uvula hung like a red, wet punching bag over the pit. He recalled those cartoons as a youngster where eating was involved, and the tiny would jump up and grab the uvula to avoid being swallowed. That couldn’t work in real life, could it? Mateo made a mental note: in the unlikely event of Beth eating him, he would jump up and grab her uvula and, hopefully …

Mateo shook his head. Why was that bully always creeping up in his head during moments like this? Mateo used his small hands to grab the mashed-up kernel from between her sharp molars and gave it a tug. It was like pulling a branch that was growing between two concrete slabs. He placed one hand on her molar and pulled with the other. His hand slipped over the porcelain tooth; the heel of his hand scraped over the sharp ridges. It was a shock, but he was mostly unharmed. His hand stung, but he continued freeing the obstruction from her teeth.

Another tug, and Mateo freed the chewed-up popcorn and landed in the center of her tongue. Hazel immediately sighed in relief and spat out Mateo onto her palm. A glob of her spit landing on his chest.

“Damn, dude,” she said. “You taste good. Maybe that should be the last time you’re in my mouth, or else you’ll be my next snack.” She grinned.

Mateo shivered and convulsed by her mere words and the mental image that popped into his head.

“Umm, Mateo?”

“Huh?” he asked, as if out of breath.

“Did you just …” she pointed at his crotch. “Cum?”

Mateo, alarmed, looked down at his waist. He was pitching a tent with his erection and soiled pants after ejaculating to the mental image of Hazel swallowing him alive.

“I’m—I’m sorry.” He rolled over and covered himself. He felt Hazel’s eyes piercing through the back of his head. “I don’t know—” He couldn’t finish. The embarrassment was paramount. All he could do was run.

Mateo took off and ran to the edge of the bed while Hazel called out his name. He jumped and used her spilled over bed sheets as a slide, quickly rappelling himself to the floor of her bedroom. As he ran across the messy bedroom, he felt the floor quake under Hazel’s weight. She was already off the bed and chasing him down.

Mateo ran and dove under her long dresser just as her bare footsteps were only a pace away. She got on her hands and knees and lowered her head until she could see him cowering along the wall in the dark.

“Dude, what’s wrong?” she asked. “Did I say something wrong?”

Mateo couldn’t look at her, let alone answer her. He pulled his knees up to his chest and buried his face into his legs.

“Well—I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings. But c’mon, tell me what I did wrong. I don’t want you to be upset with me.”

Mateo’s throat felt swollen, his eyes glassy. His mind was lost in a whirlwind of thoughts. The dynamics between downsizers and humans were far from straightforward. “I’m not.” He sniffled. “I’m not mad at you.”

“You’re not? Well, come out here and talk to me. Tell me what’s bothering you.”

It felt like all his emotions were trying to squeeze out the door at the same time. “I want a human girlfriend!” Both he and Hazel were silent, allowing his outburst to resonate.

“Oh.” Hazel’s soft voice broke through the tension. “Is it because me and Emma …” She knew this would happen, yet she couldn’t help herself from making love with her downsized girlfriend in front of Mateo. “You want a human girlfriend? Then we’ll make that happen! Me and Emma will be your wingman. We’ll find you a hot—”

“You don’t understand.” He was breathing hard, trying to come to terms with his feelings. “I already know who I want.” He turned his head and looked Hazel in the eyes. He was still in the darkness under the dresser, and she still had her face planted on her carpeted floor.

“Well, that’s great! Any idea if she likes you back—wait, you’re not talking about Tricia, are you?”

“No, of course not.”

“Good! You deserve better than that sizeist bitch. So, do I know her? Who is it?”

“Bethany Palmetto.”

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Monday

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Hazel order her skateboard to school with her downsized friends close by. Emma wanted alone time with Mateo, so they sat together in Hazel's front pocket, above her left boob.

“Beth! Are you out of your tiny mind?”

“I can’t …” How could he explain his emotions to Emma when he didn’t understand them himself? “Every time I close my eyes—I see her. It’s like those snake charmers that play the flute and control a cobra. It’s like Beth has a hold of me or something. I don’t even think like Beth, and I hate how she used me. But every time I close my eyes—she’s there. Every time I think about having a human girlfriend—it’s her. I hate this hold she has on me.”

“Oh, so you don’t like Beth. You’re just horny for her. But why her? Why can’t you fantasize about the hundreds of other human girls at school? Why the hell, Beth?”

He shrugged. “If I knew, I wouldn’t be like this. You think I have a chance with Rebecca? She’s really tall.”

“Maybe? Is she into downsizers?”

“Or Sue? She might be into downsizers, don’t you think?”

Emma raised a brow. “Sue? Tall Sue?” A devilish grin formed. “Oh, Mateo, that’s why you're dreaming of Beth! You’re into tall giraffes. Were you like this before or after downsizing? Doesn’t matter. Look, me and Haze will be on the lookout for a tall girl who’s also into downsizers. And once that happens, and you two start dating, those nightmares with Beth will end.”

“Yeah,” he said, not sounding convincing. “I think that’s what I need.”

“Oh, my god! Do you know what this means?” she asked, grabbing his shoulders and shaking them as if receiving the best news of her life. “We’ll go on double-dates! Two hot human girls to look over us. That will be a-mazing. Isn’t being a downsizer the greatest?”

Mateo was about to respond when Hazel stopped skating and began talking to another human. “Who is that?”

“Sounds like Principal Sullivan.”

Emma and Hazel scrambled to their feet, made difficult by the fabric and unevenness of the pocket. They peered their heads over the opening of the breast pocket and saw Principal Carol Sullivan, stern as ever, looking down at Hazel.

Carol Sullivan was in her early forties but could pass as someone a decade younger. She didn’t smoke or drink, and that was evident in her unblemished skin and radiant face. She knew the boys ogled her, but that didn’t prevent her from dressing in a style that best represented her. Heels, wool jacket and skirt, and pristine, pressed blouse. She looked like the type of woman that was going to buyout a company in a corporate takeover, rather than a principal of a public mixed-size school.

Principal Sullivan chose a striking red-and-white motif for today's outfit. She lacquered her plush lips in a deep red lipstick that drew the eye. White stockings hugged her legs, creating a stark contrast against her crimson jacket and skirt, the red so dark it was practically black. She pulled her blonde hair back into a bun, somehow transforming the tired, traditional style into a look of pure sexiness.

Hazel held up her phone for Carol to see. She took out a device from her pocket and scanned Hazel’s phone, scrutinizing the information that popped up on her screen. Without moving her head, her eyes locked with Mateo’s. He ducked his head back down into Hazel’s pocket, his fear spiked. The principal was intimidating before, with her stoic demeanor and expressionless looks, but now that she was a hundred times bigger, she was downright terrifying.

“You don’t have permission to handle Mr. Mateo Rodriguez,” Principal Sullivan said to Hazel.

“Yes, I do, ma’am. I have a permit and he consented to me handling—”

“Not on school grounds.” She hooked her scanner to the waistband of her skirt. “He’s registered to attend downsizing classes only and is not registered for human handling on school property. His schedule is not the same as yours, as well. Were you planning on taking him to your classes only?”

“Well, I—”

Carol interrupted, not caring for Hazel’s response. “And what about PE? Were you planning on taking him into the girl’s locker room?”

“I was going to drop him off at—”

“As soon as you stepped onto school grounds, you were breaking the law. You are a human illegally handling a downsizer. Do you know what that means?”

Hazel, Emma, and Mateo’s hearts sank.

“I … I didn’t know. I swear, I wouldn’t even have risked it, if I’d known,” Hazel said. Her fear was justified. Breaking the law regarding downsizers came with hefty penalties. Including the permanent revocation of her permit, which would make dating Emma impossible. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, Hazel,” Carol said with a rare smile. “You’re an outstanding student with a flawless record. I also know about you and Emma, and we can’t have you two separated now, can we? Tell you what, hand Mateo over to me, and we won’t get the DPS involved, okay?”

The Downsize Protection Services, also known as DPS, was a private company that enforced downsizing laws and regulations. Downsizing companies, and to a lesser extent, the government, would contract the DPS to uphold downsizer rights and protections. The mention of the organization provided comfort to downsizers, and fear to those who skirted the laws with downsizers.

“Umm, are you sure?” Hazel asked. The once confident girl seemed to buckle under the weight of the principal’s stare. “You won’t get in trouble if you hold him? I mean, doesn’t he have to give you his CoH?”

Carol smirked at how innocent Hazel sounded. “As leader of this school, the short answer is no. I have positional powers that allow me to handle any downsizers on school grounds. If Mateo was an adult, we would have a different conversation. But until then, Mateo, and all other downsizers, will have to remember their rights are limited.”

Principal Carol Sullivan held her hand out between her and Hazel. Her eyes shifted down to Mateo, who poked his head out from Hazel’s breast pocket.

Hazel, not wanting to push her luck and risk losing her permit, reached in and plucked Mateo. Sorry, she mouthed to him as she gently placed him on the principal’s palm. He was a little disoriented but managed to look up at Hazel one last time, almost appearing hopeless.

Carol’s fingers curled around Mateo. She looked at Hazel and, with a slight tilt of her head, she said, “Don’t be late for class.” She walked off, her heels clacking loudly in the halls.

Principal Carol Sullivan

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Mateo’s heart raced in the unfamiliar hands of Principal Sullivan. The handling between her and Hazel was night and day. Where riding on Hazel’s palm was like a smooth bullet train, riding on the principal’s hand was like a choppy boat during a storm.

He looked up at the principal, the underside of her giant bust obstructing the view of her face. She walked the school’s halls, talking to other students and teachers, ignoring Mateo the entire time. Sometimes she jiggled her hands idly as if playing with a pair of car keys, causing Mateo to almost lose his breakfast a few times.

After what seemed like an eternity of needless chitchat, Carol headed into the office and told her staff not to disturb her. She closed the door behind her and set her hand down on her desk. Mateo scrambled to jump off her hand and end the nauseating ride. He gained an infinite amount of respect and admiration for the way Hazel was able to handle him versus someone who was inexperienced or didn’t care.

Carol still hadn’t addressed Mateo. She pulled out her phone and dialed a number while she walked around her desk, one step every few seconds. Mateo was level with her hips, his eyes glued to her Rubenesque ass as her hips swayed with each step. Was she always this big? The click-clacking of her heels sounded heavy, and he felt each step quake under his feet.

“No.” Her voice boomed and snapped Mateo out of his hypnotic stare. Principal Carol Sullivan was talking to someone on her phone. She sat in her seat, bringing her breasts into prominent view before Mateo. “I’m still administering detention personally. It will be at three o’clock for an hour.” There was some indiscernible speaking from the other end. “No, just the downsized students.” She leaned back in her chair and looked at her nails, still not addressing or looking at Mateo. “Well, if their parents don’t like my policy, they can make an appointment to see me. I have no issues putting downsized parents in their place—or maybe they could attend detention with their brats; I don’t care either way.” She hung up the phone.

Carol unbuttoned her jacket, causing Mateo to jump back, thinking her giant breasts were about to fall on top of him. Mateo suddenly realized two things about Principal Sullivan: her breasts were well-endowed, and her blouse was a size too small. The button on her jacket must’ve been under immense load, because when she unbuttoned it to get comfortable, her breasts came jutting out like rapidly inflating hot air balloons. She picked up a pencil and scribbled something on a pad of paper.

Mateo was at a loss on what to do. She seemed focused and not in the mood to being disturbed; so he stood by patiently, holding his hands in front of him, waiting for the principal to address him. It wasn’t all bad. She was leaning over her desk, causing her billowy breasts to fill out her blouse, offering Mateo a glimpse of her cleavage. He had to admit, if he didn’t downsize, he wouldn’t have been able to marvel at such a breathtaking sight.

“Can you tell me,” she said without looking at him, “who do you think is more disobedient: the human student or the downsized student?”

“Umm …” He scratched the back of his neck. “The human student, ma’am?”

She finally lifted her eyes and looked at him. She slowly shook her head. “Wrong. It’s the downsized student.”

“Oh …?”

“But not a newly downsized student, such as yourself, Mr. Rodriguez. If I may show you …” She was still holding her yellow number two pencil in her right hand, and with the speed of a snake, quickly adjusted her grip on it, so she held it like a hammer. She brought the pink eraser tip over Mateo’s head like she was about to flick him in the head.

“Ahh!” Mateo screamed and dove to the ground, shielding his head with both his hands. His heart pounded in his chest, expecting the streetlamp-sized pencil to strike him. But nothing happened after a moment. Slowly, he looked over his shoulder and saw the principal smirking.

“See,” she said, “if I did something like that to your friend Emma, for example, she would not have flinched. She would’ve stood defiantly, eager to report me to the authorities for threatening her. You see, downsizers get a little too comfortable with the protections the law offers them. They think they’re invincible and free from all disciplinary actions. The longer they’ve been a downsizer—the more brazen they become. Soon, they ignore and outright break rules, seeing how much they can get away with—and mock people like me, thinking I have no power over them. At that point, the system fully corrupted them into thinking they’re incapable of wrongdoing. When they see themselves on a pedestal for humans to revere and coddle. Exempt from consequences of their action.” She took the pencil away from over Mateo’s head and sat back in her seat.

Mateo swallowed. He was shaking uncontrollably, and it took a substantial amount of willpower to stand back up. He looked up at the principal like a beaten puppy with weak, quaking legs.

"But there's this fleeting moment,” she said, like she was in a trance. “A magical time when a newly downsized person fully grasps their vulnerability, like you did just now with my pencil. I scared you, right? Society hasn’t dulled your instincts. At a primal level, you know I have absolute power over you.” She chewed on her bottom lip. “You’re in this rare period where you genuinely understand your place and are truly obedient to me."

His heart thumped in his chest. Mateo wanted nothing more in life than to be cradled in Hazel’s warm hand and protected from the big world.

“Mr. Rodriguez, jump for me.”

He jumped.

“Get on your knees.”

He dropped to his knees.

“Now stand up and bow to me.”

He rose to his feet and gave the principal a deep bow.

She tilted her head and smiled warmly down at him. “Am I scaring you, Mr. Rodriguez?” She extended a finger and stroked his back. This was meant to reassure him, but it only made him more tense. “An obedient downsizer has nothing to fear with me. Do you understand me?”

Mateo nodded, hearing the pounding of his heart in his ears.

“Please speak.”

It was a plain command, but it caused him to snap to attention like a recruit at boot camp. “I understand you, Principal Sullivan.”

“You are at a crossroads, Mr. Rodriguez. Are you going to continue being an obedient little downsizer? Or one of those unruly ones that challenges my authority? Let me remind you, I oversee the detention for downsizers. And it’s not an hour of sitting at your desk playing on your phone. It involves work. Remedial counseling is what I like to call it. Parents of these unruly kids complain about my methods and what I make them do. Do you think I’m afraid of them? I have no issues with providing remedial counseling to those parents as well.”

She pulled her finger from Mateo’s back and then folded her arms in front of him. She leaned forward and rested her heavy breasts on top of her arms; their mass squishing and spilling over her arm.

“So, what’s it going to be, Mr. Rodriguez? Are you going to be the kind of downsizer that will report me for this our conversation? A disobedient rule-breaker? Or …” She unbuttoned the top of her blouse, revealing more of her cleavage. Mateo’s jaw dropped as his eyes snapped to the revealing flesh. “Are you going to be my obedient little mouse that gets rewarded for being loyal?”

“Umm.” Mateo was at a loss for words. “Rewarded how?”

“Mr. Rodriguez.” She sighed, popping her chest out for him to see. “I reward excellent students. And I discipline bad ones. I hope I didn’t give you the wrong impression. I love my downsized students. Obedient ones, that is. Do you know what I’m saying, Mr. Rodriguez? If you see something—you’ll let me know first. I don’t want the DPS involved in my school. So, anything that comes up between humans and downsizers, come and see me first. And—oh, I don’t know—if your friend Emma is inclined in getting the authorities involved, you’ll convince her not to, right?”

“Umm, I guess?” Mateo scratched his head.

“Oh, I don’t like that answer.” She began buttoning her blouse. “I thought you’ll be my obedient mouse. Not a dishonest rat.”

“No, wait!” His eyes were glued to her fingers as she fastened another button. “Wait, Principal Sullivan, you can trust me.”

“I can?”

“Yes! For real.”

“Will you tell anyone what happened here? This conversation?” She then flexed her chest, and in one instance, three buttons popped, her wondrous cleavage coming back to view. “Will you tell anyone what you saw?”

He shook his head, his eyes magnetized to her tits. “No, I swear.”

“And why is that?”

“I’m your obedient mouse.” If he had a tail, it would’ve been wagging.

“Good job, Mr. Rodriguez! I just know you’ll be my favorite downsized student.” She beamed with a bright smile. “Because I know you’ll do everything I say.” She lowered her hand. Mateo swallowed and stepped onto her giant palm. She then elevated him up her plush lips, the smell of her red lipstick filling his nose. “And you’ll always be on my side, right? Your friends, parents … the DPS. You’ll always be on my side.”

Mateo couldn’t hide his erection. Even though her breath reeked of coffee, and her behavior frightened him, her power drew him. And of all things, she handpicked him to be an ally. This could prove useful in the future. His eyes shifted lower, past her chin, and past her neck. He stepped forward and could see the base of her breasts, but her palm obstructed the rest of the view.

The principal giggled. “I think I know what you want for your first reward. And because I trust nothing leaves this office …” She tilted her hand, sloping it, causing Mateo to slide off the edge and freefall.

He screamed but was immediately muffled by thousands of pounds of tit-flesh. His body was a dart stuck in a corkboard. Half his body wedged in her cleavage. It was warm, soft, and scented with her natural odor mixed with lotion.

“Now, give me a minute to figure out your schedule,” she said, taking her pencil and sticking the eraser into her mouth as she reviewed his classes.

Mateo kicked his legs, which were still above cleavage-level, and tried squirming deeper into her boobs. The way the flesh squeezed around him and how his face rubbed against the ultra-soft skin made everything else happen in his life no matter anymore. This inappropriate relationship with his principal was something not expected but welcomed. At least, that’s what his penis told him.

“Stop wriggling,” she said. “You’re distracting me.” She used an index finger and pressed down on his bottom until his whole body submerged between her boobs. “That’s better.” She went back to marking things on his schedule. “We’ll keep all your mixed-size classes the same. You’ll be with your friend Hazel there. English will be downsized-only class, along with PE. But all your other classes were mixed, so that makes this easy.” She looked at her watch. “There’s still time in this period for you to attend English. Are you done in there?”

Carol set her pencil down and grasped her large breasts in both hands and gave them a squeeze. After that, she gave them a jiggle.

“Mr. Rodriguez, come on out.” She played with her heavy breast some more by swaying her chest and hopping up and down in her seat.

Mateo’s lungs burned for oxygen, but he didn’t care. He felt and heard her heartbeats, providing an unknown comfort that gave him a therapeutic ease that was intoxicating. Wrapped in the cocoon of giant tit flesh started as a sexual thrill, but became something more. He felt himself growing attached to Principal Carol Sullivan. Was she cool with mixed-size relationships? He was in the market for a human girlfriend, and the age difference to Mateo didn’t matter in the slightest.

Two fingers came fishing for him, alarming Mateo, not out of fear, but because his time in the giant boobs was over. He rolled over and tried swimming deeper into the depths of her boobs. The pressure on his body increased the lower he went. His face rubbed against her smooth skin, pulling his cheeks and hair back.

She grabbed both his legs and peeled him out from between her boobs. Mateo’s arms flailed, trying to grasp at her tits as he found his two-inch body elevated parallel with her eyes. His hair and clothes were damp from both his and her sweat.

“Time for class,” she said.

“But, I barely got to—”

“That was just a taste,” she said with a lilt. “Be a good mouse and get rewarded. Okay?”

He looked at her eyes, but then back down at her cleavage. It was so comforting and warm—so brief. He wanted to jump back in and take a nap to the beat of her heart. He wanted to swim in her flesh and look up at her with an approving smile. He wanted her to tell him he was good. He wanted her.

“Remember what I said, Mr. Rodriguez. Do as I say and keep your mouth shut. And I’ll reward my little mouse with more time with me. Otherwise … Well, let’s not talk about what I do to naughty downsizers.”