title: Stuck in the Middle aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Kyrm] id: [33068599] date: 星期六, 十月 15日 2022, 10:01:15 上午 modified: 星期六, 十月 15日 2022, 10:04:15 上午

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Stuck in the Middle

Author: Kyrm Source: Stuck in the Middle [F/M/f Commission]

The affectionate duo sauntered towards each other in the nude. One, all stripes and muscle, was still somewhat embarrassed by his lack of clothes despite the fact that he had spent the day without them. Still, the stud of a tiger sported an obvious erection pointed straight towards the curvy grey mouse in front of him, the one he would have been able to fit into the palm of his hand, had he not been cut down to size until they stood even with one another.

She was the far more confident of the two. Orange-haired, flashing him a buck-toothed smile, arms threading underneath his own, intent on pulling him into an embrace, all while one of her hands clutched a ray gun that looked more sci-fi prop than functional device—the cause of this entire mess.

“Mess” was a matter of perspective, of course. And perspective was something Carol had learned quite a lot about today, with her neck craned up so she could glare at the tiny-yet-towering duo. She stood only a hair over half their heights, leaving her face barely higher than their exposed crotches.

“H-hey,” Carol stammered, as those crotches came closer to one another. Chiseled tiger thighs contrasting the supple roundness of Amanda’s own. Lost between the amorous pair was this little lioness, trying to push back against their inevitable advance towards each other. Her husband’s erection squished up against her breasts while the heat from Amanda’s own arousal radiated just behind her. If she hadn’t been there for both the mouse and tiger to luridly grind up against, Carol had a feeling they would already be going at it. “Hey!” she exclaimed, finding her voice as they pressed in tighter. She pounded her little fists on her husband’s thighs.

He jerked back.

“Everything okay, dear?”

Her heart skipped a beat looking up at Trey. Muscular but surprisingly submissive, Carol tended to be in charge of their bedroom affairs. She was taller than him, too—excepting their current situation.

The two had been together for a long time, and they had a tendency to swing for the sake of spicing up the bedroom. When Trey approached her with the idea of shrinking through the help of an acquaintance, well… she had been intrigued. And Carol had to admit, looking at things from a mouse’s perspective had been interesting. There was a secret thrill to streaking about a world fit for giants as a finger-length lioness without clothes, her tawny brown coat and, more excitingly, her exceedingly ample figure, on full display, had anyone thought to look down.

But when their host slyly suggested they return to her little hole-in-the-wall for a bit of real fun, Carol hadn’t expected it to be a literal hole in the wall. Nor did she expect “fun” to begin with her height getting cut in half.

“I didn’t get shrunken down just so you two could have all the fun,” she huffed, pouting up at Amanda. “And how come he gets to be bigger than me?” Maybe she was acting petulant, but Carol was used to being the taller one. Before their mischievous mouse host had slashed her size with that shrink ray, she had been raring to suggest they dwindle her husband down and have some fun with him caught between.

Amanda didn’t seem particularly fazed by her whining, however. “I thought you both wanted to be smaller?” she asked in that teasing tone, bending over, hands on her knees, as she presented Carol with a pair of breasts bigger than her own head. The lioness may have had her own ample set, but right now they were positively dwarfed by the pendulous pair that tantalizingly hung in front of her.

With a view like that up close and personal, well… yes, she very much liked being the smaller one. But the lioness typically towered over most people she met. To have that power robbed of her was exciting as it was intimidating. She took a few shy steps back and accidentally bumped against Trey’s broad leg, his full mast bobbing just next to her. Carol yelped. Somehow, being towered over by some scrawny—voluptuous—mouse felt fine. But her man? No way.

“You know, I kind of like you at this size,” Trey said, squatting down. Now both he and Amanda had stooped to Carol’s height, but that didn’t make her feel any better. If anything, it was condescending—she was being treated like a little kid! But if that were true, why did she feel a pleasant tingling between her legs as her husband’s hands completely enveloped her shoulders?

He gave her a playful smirk that usually belonged on her own face. Carol whined, looking over at Amanda with a pleading expression. “Could you put Trey down to my height at least?”

“Aw, what’s the matter?” he mocked, massaging her shoulders. “There’s a whole lot more of me to enjoy like this, dear.”

“Nah, she’s got a point,” Amanda said. They both turned to look at the mouse, who squinted at her ray gun while fiddling with the settings. When the ray fired, Carol felt a moment’s relief. The thought of both of them being loomed over by Amanda was much more reassuring.

And she would loom over them both—but not in the manner Carol had expected. The ray gun’s green light enveloped Trey, but with the tiger’s hands still on her shoulders, that light ended up expanding outwards and striking Carol, too. Everything but Trey rose up around the lioness, hammering her with the same sense of vertigo she experienced the last two times she shrank.

“There, Trey’s at your height!” Amanda exclaimed. As the mouse stood up, Carol gaped at those tree trunk legs that she now only reached the knees of.

“But, I…”

“And now, you’re your own height!” Amanda blew smoke away from the ray gun.

Trey rose up as well, leaving Carol feeling absolutely tiny between her huge husband and the even more massive mouse.

“You know,” Amanda playfully lassoed her tail around in one hand while looking down at the two, “I think I like this dynamic more.” She flashed a buck-toothed grin down at the duo. “After all, it’s only fair that I get the lion’s share of the height.”

“I don’t think she’s very happy with this,” Trey commented, but the tiger’s submissive side had was giving way to a friskier one—or perhaps some submissive loyalty to Amanda, who he walked next to. The mouse reached down and used her free hand to gently pet Trey’s head, ruffling his black hair. Carol felt a pang of jealousy. It should be her thigh his arm was wrapped around.

But it wasn’t.

“Hardly fair,” Carol grumbled, crossing her arms as she sulked.

“What’s that?” Amanda asked, hand cupping one of her saucer ears. “It’s hard to hear you from all the way up here.”

Carol opened her mouth, but Trey responded for her: “She was just telling you how much she loves being small.”

“W-what?” she squeaked. “No I didn’t!”

“Aw, you finally coming around to being the small one, Carol?” Amanda cooed.

“No!” Carol exclaimed, hands on her hips.

“Sounds like she wants you to hit her with everything that gun’s got,” Trey said.

“Everything?” Amanda whistled. “Well, let’s hold off on that, I want to at least be able to see her for now, but…” The gun was already pointed down at Carol before she could protest. It was quick. Much more dramatic than before. Carol couldn’t see a thing except green light. Her body was being pushed inward. Downward. Smaller and smaller to some insignificant height that she both dreaded but desperately wanted to see.

“Holy shit.” She heard Trey’s voice from far above. “She’s tiny.”

“That?” Amanda scoffed. “Nah. Simple stuff when you’re firing this baby up.”

Carol had her reprimands ready until the world at last appeared around her in its new, massive state—then she swallowed them in an instant. She now realized Amanda had been generous with her shrinking shots until now. Even Trey at his comparative half-pint height positively towered.

“Could ya scoop her up, Trey?” Amanda asked. “I might accidentally squish her.”

The tiger thundered forward. Paws massive enough for Carol to vanish underneath them. She fell onto her butt as the impact of his ponderous steps came near. Carol scooted backwards while gaping up the length of her boyfriend, whose lidded eyes made it clear he was quite pleased by the turnabout.

She mewled with fear as he reached down and plucked her up. At least he was somewhat gentle, gingerly handling her. After some jostling and moments of vertigo, she found herself splayed out in the cup of his palm. Its ridges bent in around her as she stared at fingers she only stood half-high to.

While trying to get her bearings, Amanda’s towering form threw her for a loop. Even bigger than Trey, Carol must have been a meager inch-high compared to the mouse. The skyscraper-scale rodent bent down until her grinning face served as the horizon past Trey’s palm.

The lioness was speechless. No protests escaped as she stared from one massive green eye to the other.

“Come on.” Amanda rolled her eyes. “You came here for some good old-fashioned shrinkage, right?”

It took Carol a few moments to realize those booming words were for her. “I… I guess so,” she meekly replied, arm over her chest while she stared down at her legs, looking more like a svelte doll than her usual imposing self.

“You guess so,” Amanda scoffed. “Come on, kitty cat, I’d say there’re some definite perks to being the runt of the litter.” As the mouse spoke, she pulled her head back, angling herself so that both of her huge breasts hung just off the edge of Trey’s hand, and on the word “perks,” Amanda had given her own perky pair a shake.

As Carol peered past the precipice into cleavage she could vanish inside, she was inclined to agree, thoughts turning to mush in the face of femininity blown up to such a scale.

“Well?” Amanda asked, squeezing her arms together to momentarily accentuate those hills she had the luxury of calling breasts. Watching her soft mounds squeezed together made both Carol and Trey react—she squeaked and nearly toppled over as Trey reached forward with his spare hand, squeezing one of those breasts, his fingers sinking into the plush surface.

Amanda smirked up at Trey and he let go, mumbling an apology as he realized how forward he had been. She then relaxed her arms and let her chest wobble back into place. “Waiting for an invitation?” Amanda shifted from side to side to let them wiggle some more. “Or are you gonna let hubby here have all the fun?”

Carol sat there thinking about it for all of a hot second; Amanda could be damn convincing. Trey yelped as she ran off the side of his hand—he clumsily grabbed forward while crying out, “Carol, be careful!” But he didn’t need to be concerned. She landed right into the soft crevice of Amanda’s cleavage, and before Trey could do anything else, Carol was rising up into the air with Amanda, both of her little arms resting out to the sides, keeping only her upper body out from the inviting cleavage chasm.

Her lower body was wedged into a soft, and squishy space. She closed her eyes and let out a hum of satisfaction, wiggling her hips as she felt the warmth of Amanda’s body heat against her sides.

“Comfy down there?”

She craned her neck up to see Amanda craning her own down—way down. Her breaths blew through Carol’s fur as she regarded the tiny lioness in her possession.

The mouse hafted her breasts, leaning forward to deliver a kiss that half-swallowed Carol’s head, the tip of a massive tongue dragging across her face and leaving her sputtering with saliva after Amanda let out a long, drawn out, “mwah!”

“For a mouse,” Carol panted, the words, “you’re quite a woman.”

“A whole mountain of one to you,” Amanda teased, squishing her breasts together. Carol held on tight as she was pressed in on both sides. Then, Amanda’s hands slackened, breasts bobbing with Carol in tow.

“Aw,” the mouse cooed, looking past the shelf of her chest. “Now we’re leaving this cute little fella out.”

From her current vantage point, the lioness couldn’t see her husband, just the hilly expanse of mouse boobs curving forward. Then Amanda dipped forward, chest keeping Carol securely in-place until they could both see Trey.

He was so far down. If he even wanted to so much as touch Amanda’s breasts, he would have to stand on his tiptoes. Not that he didn’t look massive from Carol’s perspective. But she still snorted with amusement as she saw him hastily relinquishing his erection. Seems he had been doing a whole lot more than simply watching the scene unfold.

Without warning, Amanda dipped down and effortlessly scooped the tiger up. Carol was startled to see her boyfriend’s huge head looking up at her from just below Amanda’s left breast. He was being carried by the mouse. They both were, she supposed. Amanda cradled the half-pint hunk on a trek across her room.

But her gentleness only went so far—Trey soon went flying. He landed on Amanda’s bed—if a hollowed-out sardine can could be called that. He sprawled out on top of its white sheets, his muscular body on full display, along with something of much more import to Carol’s attention: his impressive, rigid erection.

Amanda was right—there were perks to being the runt of the litter. Carol felt hot breath blowing at her hair; she looked up to meet Amanda’s own grin just above her. “Girl talk real quick… You want a piece of that thing?”

Carol failed to muster a response, but her flustered expression said enough. Amanda snickered. “Good,” she said, using a single fingertip near-tall as Carol herself to push her down. The lioness was confused; she had expected to be laid across her boyfriend’s truck-sized cock, but now she found herself immobilized in cushy, carnal darkness.

Amanda spelled it out, her words muffled by those barriers of fuzzy breast flesh: “Well, hold on tight, little missy—‘cause I want a piece, too.” The world jostled and bounced for Carol as the mouse went on, “And as for you, my striped stud…” His yelp was unmistakable. Amanda chuckled. “Let Carol and I take care of everything.”

Gravity shifted. Carol would have fallen forward had there not been several comparative tons of breast flesh wedging her in. A new occupant then joined the lioness. It was warm and stiff, soaked with what was no doubt Amanda’s saliva. With the tiger cut down to size, it was a perfect fit from shaft to tip: his erection, twice as long as Carol’s body and overwhelmingly thicker.

But Trey wasn’t titfucking the titaness who currently had Carol captured. Gravity told her that Trey was being pinned to the bed by Amanda’s superior weight while her breasts cuddled his cock. She pushed herself down hard on top of Trey’s shaft, and Carol found herself caught between mouse boobs and a very hard place.

Mashed against massive mammaries and hugged to her husband's huge cock, Carol’s reservations quickly melted away. Hard to be scared for her life when Trey’s enormous erection twitched and throbbed against her; to Carol, it was wider around than a tree trunk and radiating an intoxicating warmth. Amanda forced her down rough against it, the mouse’s up-and-down motions dragging Carol along for the ride.

Breath became a luxury for the lioness, one only afforded during those brief moments that Amanda dragged her tits low enough that Carol’s little head poked out. Otherwise, her husband’s cock dominating the confined space she occupied made breathing a challenge. Masculine musk created a muggy, erotic hotbox that heightened Carol’s arousal with each inhalation of the thick air.

Even caught in a maelstrom of flesh and fur, those moments breathing down her husband’s heady scent soon forced a dreamy expression onto her face. She was losing herself in Amanda’s sexual game—one in which she was the tiniest piece.

That excitement only grew as pre started leaking out from Trey’s flared cockhead. It slicked Amanda’s cleavage and washed over Carol in the process, giving her a sticky coating that wet her fur and filled her nostrils with the familiar scent of tiger’s arousal magnified to such a scale that it was too potent to ignore, sweeping her other senses aside.

Wet with added lubrication, Carol was shot up and down her husband’s pre-slicked spire faster than before. Faster still as Amanda picked up the pace. Her husband let out deep mewls and gasps outside Carol’s confines. She knew what that sound meant.

As Amanda squeezed her tits tighter around that tiger cock, Carol squeaked as she was pressed in on all sides by breast and cock flesh. Tighter and tighter, until she thought even Amanda’s soft breasts might have the force to crush her at this size. But thanks to her husband’s pre, there was no crushing. Carol instead popped free, shot through the space between the two entwined, titanic lovers, right out into the open air.

She tumbled across the orange-and-black expanse of her husband's stomach, landing just short of his navel. Carol spread-eagled on the heaving terrain.

She fought to stand, but the rapid rise and fall of Trey’s stomach kept knocking her over. The best she could do was a shaky crouch. Managing that, she stared across the breathtaking gulf of striped and sculpted muscle to watch Amanda work her husband’s shaft. Trey was huge, but Amanda was twice that. The massive mouse worked her behemoth breasts in the distance: great grey boulders near-big as houses milking her husband's cock. The sight made Carol weak at the knees and she collapsed again. Even from her prone position, she kept on watching, awe and arousal mingling. She at last guided a finger to her crotch so she could properly enjoy the show.

Amanda had her gaze fixed not on the length that she continued to completely envelop with her breasts, but on Carol herself. She felt so small beneath the rodent's confident grin—somehow humbled that Amanda would even bother to give someone so insignificant her attention.

Another moan from behind Carol reminded her there was another very important participant; the one she was currently tiny enough to sit back on. She whipped her head around to see her husband’s face. His eyes were screwed shut, fangs gritted in some vain attempt at fighting off the inevitable. He didn’t even seem to notice his wife, oblivious to everything save Amanda's ministrations.

“Hold still, little lady,” Amanda breathed. Her own arousal evident in that tone.

Amanda’s words demanded Carol’s attention. She looked back just in time to watch those mountainous murine mammaries pressing in tight on Trey’s erection. Only the throbbing head poked out from her cock-swallowing cleavage. It flared, the slit parting—then came the eruption. Seed shot forward with the force of a geyser. Pearly white strands pattering across the expanse of his body. A trail of cum that soaked into his fur from the navel down.

A trail of cum that crashed into Carol. Hot seed barreled the lioness over. Pre that formerly saturated her fine coat was a light shower compared to this deluge. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t see. She could only lay back as it washed over her in wave after wave, each one jerked out by Amanda’s continued affections. For all her strength, Carol could only squeeze her eyes shut and sputter, occasionally being forced to gulp down a savory mouthful of her husband’s load. She wasn’t even visible for those first few seconds, completely coated in tiger cum.

But as Trey let out a rumbling sigh and his breathing slowed, the semen shrouding her body began to spread outward. Carol’s vision cleared and she could at last gasp for air, but she still couldn’t move! She would have thought the viscous puddle would be easy to pull herself up from, but it restrained all but the slightest of her movements.

“That was amazing,” Trey murmured.

“I think it was even more amazing for her,” Amanda commented. She currently rested a single elbow against Trey’s thigh, propping her chin up while giving Carol a lazy smile. Both giants now stared at the cum-caked lioness who writhed against the fresh load of her lover’s seed.

“I don’t think she can get up,” Trey said. Judging from his tone, he wasn’t going to be of much help.

“Probably not,” Amanda agreed. She got up. By the time Carol fought to adjust her head to see where Amanda was going, she had already returned. She stayed standing—towering, in the lioness’s case. Most ominous of all, she had her ray gun in-hand. “Guess we should help her, right?”

“Yes, get me out!” Carol squeaked. The truth was—she would have taken simply being fished free from Trey’s jizz. All she wanted in that moment was to finger herself and be rid of the sexual frenzy the two teasing giants had thrown her into. Being given a full-body cum bath. Smothered by his cock while playing with the largest breasts she had ever seen—all while the very scent of her husband’s sexuality saturated every breath she took.

Carol was horny. Ready to finger-fuck herself unconscious the second she could.

“Aaaand perfect.” Amanda finished making her adjustments on the gun. “Had to get the settings right. Don’t wanna hit you both this time! Plus, whenever I mess with sizes like this, things can get… weird.”

“Weird?” Trey and Carol both asked at once.

Amanda replied by taking her shot. Carol felt it, and the moment she did, she knew something was wrong. The blinding light vanished a few seconds later, and she understood at once. The mouse wasn’t getting her out of the muck by growing her; she was shrinking the lioness again.

Carol’s thick cum bath rapidly expanded into a cum pool. Then a cum mire that she could at last move within; idly, she fingered herself while staring at her surroundings in disbelief. Surroundings that swept outwards to the point that she floated in a cum river with a hot and soupy texture. Carol’s teeny legs now kicked to keep her afloat. She stopped touching herself, hands now needed to push through Trey’s gunky seed. She was now too small for it to immobilize her any more than water might. Odder than that, she could feel it moving around her, spreading outward like water through a broken dam, thousands of minnows squirming through the murk with her.

She wasn’t done shrinking, but her arms were already growing tired. In the distance, black and orange hairs were sprouting up like trees—larger than trees, even. Individual fur strands were tall as buildings to the tiny lioness. But there was no end in sight to the sea of seed; she was starting to worry she might start sinking. She desperately reached out for something, anything to hold onto.

And she was surprised to latch onto something hot, wet, and slippery.

“What?”

he felt it underneath her before she fully grasped what it was she held onto. But as that firm, warm-wet bulb continued expanding in her grasp, its tail flickering out behind her, she understood what she held in a bear hug:

A single sperm cell.

Years ago, Carol used to go bodyboarding. She remembered hugging her board tight against the swell of waves. How they would crash against her and she would ride them out. As one of her husband’s sperm cells raced her overtop what must have been thousands of others, she experienced that same feeling, especially as they raced ahead of the puddle that spread across the continent of her husband’s fur, smoothing down towering strands of distant fur in a smattering of orange and black.

But she never reached the outer limits of her husband’s cum puddle. Not before the cell she had been riding on wriggled out of her grasp. She reached for another, surprised to find one already thumping right against her chest. The lioness held on tight, but as she hugged that cell, it dove down. Before Carol could even react, it forced her below the surface. In all directions, sperm cells wriggled—she was going to drown!

Except… She could still breathe perfectly fine. Were the fluids breathable? Was she so small that the very way she breathed had changed in some fundamental way? Carol had no idea. She watched in amazement, seeing the endless sea of sperm cells swimming all around her. Even in this small segment of the massive load her husband had produced, she felt like there were enough to fill a football stadium. Men could produce millions of these things—billions! And here Carol was, being brought down into the depths, small enough to be nothing more than one of them.

As her shrinking settled, she was somewhat chagrined to find herself slightly smaller than a single sperm cell, from a fat bulb she couldn’t wrap her arms around to its whip-like tail.

And as that cell kept carrying Carol, its tail started questing between her legs. Carol didn’t fight it; she was too surprised. More important, even with this impossible turn of events, her sexual needs remained. The ache between her legs flared as the tip of the sperm cell’s tail pushed against her slit. She gasped. It was warm, wet, sticky—and excited, twitching and thrashing around like an eager lover.

As it started teasing Carol’s lips, it was like a legion of sharks smelling blood in the water. She soon found all of them swarming. Pushing not outwards, but inwards—straight towards her. It was as if some switch had been flipped in their simple programming. Carol cried out, trying futilely to push against them as even one cell proved enough to overwhelm her. What did they think she was, an egg? That had to have been it, since they definitely had the desire to force themselves inside of her.

Carol’s open mouth was soon filled with a sperm cell’s tail. Then another. A third. Her eyes bulged as the strangely salty-sweet taste of her lover’s seed flooded her mouth. Her backside, too. Those ample cheeks of hers parted; no part of her was safe. Even her pussy lips, already occupied, soon hosted a second thrashing tail.

Her mind only half-functioned in that moment, swarmed by a stadium’s worth of wriggling spermatozoa all cascading inwards, fighting for the privilege of being the one to penetrate her.

And, beyond being oddly flattering, it felt incredible.

Carol’s eyes unfocused. She would have drooled if her mouth wasn’t so full. In a way, it was like being fucked by her husband. The sperm cells had no concept of pleasing her, but that’s exactly what they did, indiscriminately pushing deeper and deeper into her slit, worming their way inside of her asshole, making her thrash with ecstasy in a microscopic gangbang that had her letting out choked moans. She hugged the closest cell like it was Trey himself, closing her eyes and grinding herself up against it.

Carol was used to being a dominant lover in bed, now she was nothing but a speck in her husband's fur. She couldn't even dominate a single sperm cell! They ravaged and ravished her body while she twisted and turned, floating while untold millions of cells flocked, pressing inward.

She moaned while bucking her hips as those slimy tails fucked away at her leaking lips. The lioness came harder than ever before, but that wasn’t the end of it. Even after she came, they fucked. They were simply doing the one thing they had been programmed for, leaving Carol no time for post-coital bliss before they indiscriminately worked her up into another sexual frenzy.

Every haggard breath she took was the inhalation of an alien atmosphere. Her lover’s musk mixed with overwhelming sensation and left her deliriously aroused. But the semen was spreading further out. Carol breached the top of the spreading ocean of tiger seed.

Thunder rolled in the distance; it was an indecipherable conversation between Trey and Amanda—two great gods who would have needed a microscope to see her. They had no idea she was getting fucked silly by semen.

As Carol laid on her back in a haze of sexual bliss, all of her holes still being swarmed and fucked while she remained in ecstasy, she stared up at a great sky of grey. One that shifted to fiery orange. Skyscraper-long hairs dominated the skyline. They were joined by a lake-sized eye, all the little flecks and details in its green iris deep as trenches in the moon.

Then, all of that vanished. In the distance, what felt like endless miles away, the horizon turned pink. That pink swept across far-off landscapes, indifferent to the presence of Carol and her sperm orgy. She should have been terrified of the mountainous shape, slicked with strands of spittle she could have swam in, but she regarded all of this from the perspective of someone deliriously horny.

She didn't bother trying to swim away as it smoothed down strands of her husband's fur; the equivalent of a meteorite mowing down skyscrapers. Carol may as well have had the intelligence of a sperm cell in that moment: programmed only to fuck. To spread her legs and gasp and moan. The tiniest part of her already-tiny self reeled in rebellion, telling her to run. To flee.

But the only thing she did in reply to her fears was violently orgasm once again while that drooling tongue crashed forward, sweeping her up into a world-swallowing mouse maw.

“Mmh.” Amanda wiped the back of hand across her mouth—swiping away those last strands of semen before swallowing the rest. “Big load for such a little guy,” she winked.

“Holy shit,” Trey murmured. He wasn’t looking at Amanda. Propped up on his elbows, he stared at the spit-and-cum-damp trail of fur where his wife was. Had been? He had no idea. He hardly seemed worried, though. Quite the contrary. He peered up from where his wife might be wandering up to Amanda, whose hands smashed down to his sides. She suspended herself above Trey, dangling her prodigious chest enticingly close to his face.

“Y-you made her tiny.”

“You have no idea,” she breathed.

He shrank back against the floor, fidgeting beneath her Amazonian frame. He should have worried over his wife, but it was hard to think about her when someone so much bigger—noticeably in all the right places, as well—gave him such a hungry look. He had to know, though: “H-how small?”

The mouse immediately sat up, kneeling in front of him with her head tilted to the side. “Hm?”

“How small did you make her?”

“Oh!” Then, looking conspiratorially around the room, as if someone might be watching, she reached for her shrink ray once more.

Trey stared down the glowing green barrel of Amanda’s gun, paralyzed as he heard it hum to life. In that moment, the cheesy, movie-prop-like design wasn’t so laughable.

Finger on the trigger, Amanda smirked as she asked:

“Wanna find out?"