"Hello!"
Two voices rang out simultaneously as soon as Claire opened the front door. Blake saw the women they belonged to standing side-by-side only a couple of steps back from the door, as well as two more emerging from one of the taxis, and he got a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Spending the evening in their company was bad enough at normal size. He dreaded to think what they would do with him now that he was tiny. He would have buried his face in his hands if his arms weren't currently pinned to his sides by his mother's boobs.
"Hi, Pravina!" Claire exclaimed as she went to hug the larger of the two women at the door. The Indian-American woman's straight black hair hung freely just past her shoulders. Her purple sleeveless top and ankle-length skirt fit well on her wide frame and flattered her curvy figure nicely. Thanks to her gold heels, she was around the same height as Blake's mother, so when they hugged, their chests squished against each other and the shrunken mage feared that the brown-skinned woman's cleavage might swallow him! Blake guessed that Pravina would like that, given how much she got physical with him at previous parties, especially with her tits and often with little to no warning. Naturally, he was relieved when the hug ended and he was still with his mother.
"Hi, May!" Claire said to the other woman at the door, who wore her copper hair in a messy bun. May had a more slender build than Pravina, but wasn't quite as toned as Blake's mother. She wore a similar top to Pravina, only khaki green instead of purple, combined with a pair of faux leather pants of the same colour. Even in her black heels, she was still almost a head shorter than Claire. As a result, Blake barely had to look up to see the tanned woman smiling at him.
Wait, smiling at him?
"Um, Claire, is that ..." May started to ask before pointing at Blake. Pravina's eyes shifted to where her friend was pointing.
"Looks like a teeny tiny Blake to me!" Pravina said with a grin as she bent down a bit to get a closer look at the shrunken mage. Blake could already feel his cheeks turning red from the attention of just two of Claire's co-workers, especially since May was probably going to have dozens of questions to ask him. She had a tendency to ask him whatever question was on her mind, and the question usually had something to do with his love life or what kind of women he liked.
"Yes, Blake is now really small," Claire stated, still trying to come to grips with that fact herself. At the same time, she didn't want it to sound like this was going to be a problem for the party. "I'm gonna go pour us some wine, then once everyone's here, the little guy can explain himself." With that, Claire rushed back into the dining room. "God knows I'm gonna need a drink to get through this," she muttered under her breath while Blake got treated to another bouncy ride courtesy of her breasts.
May and Pravina followed Claire into the dining room and took two seats next to each other at the table. The stressed hostess poured five glasses of red wine: one for each of her guests, and one for herself that was filled almost to the brim. She then sat at the end of the table and gulped a mouthful of her drink just as her last two guests entered the room.
"Hi, Simone! Hi, Barbara!" Claire might have tried to come up with a more effusive greeting if she wasn't preoccupied with the condition of her son. "If you'd like to take a seat, Blake's got something to tell you." She then unceremoniously stuck her hand into her cleavage, fished her tiny son out, and placed him on the table in front of her. Blake may have been glad to be out of the firm hold of her boobs but this was overshadowed by the anxiety he felt as all four of Claire's guests stared at him with playful smiles on their faces.
The dark-skinned woman, Simone, had shoulder-length black hair that curled at the bottom but was otherwise perfectly straight. She was about as broad and curvy as Pravina, but where Pravina had a modest layer of fat on her belly, Simone had more of a chubby belly on her, though its exact shape was obscured by the loose-fitting silver sequined top she had on. The black pants, on the other hand, hugged her body tightly, and her black flats meant she stood a little bit shorter than Pravina - had she been wearing heels, the two of them would have been around the same height.
"If it's that he's a little cutie who missed us, I think we all knew that already," Simone remarked, causing Blake to cringe. While May might humiliate him with questions about his romantic interest (current or hypothetical), Simone had it in her head that he had the hots for all the ladies at these get-togethers. Whenever Blake inevitably got flustered, she took that as confirmation of her theory. There was just no way to win with her.
Still, as much of a pain as May, Pravina, and Simone could be, Barbara was the one who scared Blake the most. Maybe it was because this fair-skinned bespectacled blonde with chin-length straight hair was Claire's boss and not just another co-worker. Maybe it was because she was the oldest woman of the group, being in her mid 50s while the other women were all in their 40s. Maybe it was because she was both the tallest woman here even in black flats, and the heaviest, with her breasts, her rear, and her belly all being huge. So huge, in fact, that the buttons on her silver shirt and the belt that held her black pants up looked like they might come undone at any moment.
"Maybe it's about the fun we're gonna have with him tonight," Barbara suggested, and Blake remembered the other reason he found her so intimidating. Put simply, there was no disagreeing with her. She had some of the weirdest ideas about what Blake liked or wanted, but if he objected at all, she would stubbornly press the matter until he conceded that she was right, even though she wasn't. This often led to him getting more up close and personal with her than he wanted, particularly her enormous belly.
Once all the women were seated, they began to drink from their wine glasses. One thing Blake knew about all of them, including his mother, was that it didn't take much for them to get tipsy at these get-togethers. He groaned at the fact that his fate for this evening, and possibly even longer, was going to be in the hands of five drunk middle-aged giantesses.
"So, as you can see," Claire began to explain to her guests, "my son Blake is a lot smaller than usual tonight. We were getting everything ready for this party, and then just before you all got here, he shrunk to this size." She then inclined her head downward to look directly at the tiny Blake with a quirky smile. "What I don't know, young man, is why you suddenly got so small. Think you can shed some light on that?"
Blake's heart and breathing quickened as he both wondered why Claire was smiling at him in that weird way and frantically tried to think of the best way to answer her question. The truth was that he was trying to get out of this party, but there was just no way any of the giantesses would believe that. Nor did he think they would buy that it was an accident, especially Simone and Barbara. No, there was only one explanation they would be satisfied by, regardless of how true it actually was.
"I ... well, I did this to myself," Blake said slowly, trying not to die of embarrassment while the ladies had some more wine. "I've been learning how to cast magical spells that do all kinds of things. Tonight, I tried out this one that shrinks me, but it also keeps me completely safe while I'm shrunk." It was a shame he wasn't quite right about being completely safe - that part had a caveat that he had either forgotten or just not read.
A sudden loud cackle from Claire startled Blake and interrupted his explanation. If she didn't have any alcohol in her system, she might have fretted about what harm could befall her son and chastised him for doing something so dangerous and not telling her about it. Now that she was slightly drunk, concerns about Blake's safety took a back seat.
"So you're like some kind of wizard," Claire inferred before Blake could continue, "and this is your way of making the party more fun!"
"Or maybe," Simone chimed in, "he loves us so much, he wants to get super up close and personal with us."
"He can get super up close and personal with me any time!" Pravina giggled as she used one finger to drag Blake across the table and towards her chest. Before he could react, the tiny mage found himself pinned against her soft right breast, much to his chagrin.
"Hold up there, Pravina!" May interjected, prompting Pravina to shuffle around to look at her. This meant Blake suddenly no longer had the table beneath his feet but would fall into Pravina's lap if he slipped out of her grasp. "If our little wizard buddy is gonna explore our bodies like this, we need to establish a few things." May then leaned in towards Blake with a goofy grin on her face. "Like, is he a boob man or an ass man?" As if the question itself wasn't humiliating enough, Blake gagged at the smell of alcohol on May's breath, which was much stronger to him than usual due to his size.
"Well, when I found him after he shrunk himself," Claire recalled, "he'd squeezed himself between my toes. Maybe he's into feet or something?"
"Or he could be a belly man," Barbara suggested casually as Pravina turned back around in her seat. Then a thought occurred to the boss. "Wait, he made himself small and indestructible, right? Maybe he'd like one of us to gobble him up!" Blake saw the huge woman looking hungrily at him.
"So what you're saying is, it's what's inside that counts!" Simone jested, causing all the women to laugh raucously and drink more of their wine. Blake felt himself being squished harder against Pravina's boob until she grabbed her glass, releasing him back on to the table. The tiny mage started to run away from her but soon realised that any attempt to escape from one of these drunk, playful giantesses would only bring him closer to another one.
"Oh crap, I'd better start cooking the pizzas!" Claire gasped as she looked at the clock on the wall. "Let me know what we're doing with Blake when I get back." With that, she rose from her seat and made her way to the oven, leaving her humiliated son at the mercy of her co-workers and her boss.
Blake figured that, once the giant guests put down their wine glasses, they would quickly make a decision about what to do with him, and it wasn't going to be taking him to his room so he could use his spellbook to return to normal size. Maybe he could say or do something to steer them in a particular direction? He didn't particularly want to get intimate with any of their tits, or their butts, or their feet, or their bellies, whether on the outside or the inside, but those seemed to be the most likely options. It was just a matter of which one sounded the least bad, or maybe just which one to do first.