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Art, The Story Ch. 01

By: art4real



Author's note: This is my first submission and I've got a bit of stage fright. I'm posting three chapters of what I hope will be a long story. Because my story stretches the imagination a bit, I'm uncertain about what tags might be misleading. 

I enjoyed writing about Art's adventures and I hope you enjoy reading about them. I appreciate all comments: good, bad or indifferent.

I offer this disclaimer: All my characters are purely fictional except for Art. He, along with all of his fantasies and obsessions, is for real. 

***

My name is Arthur Jones. Now, you can't get any more of a nondescript name than that. In truth, I'm a pretty average guy, but I'm not likely to turn the head of very many females. Don't get me wrong, I've had a few serious relationships in my thirty five years, but I've had to work at getting them to notice me. I doubt any woman would take me for being an alpha male at first glance for a number of reasons. What's that old saying about having an inferiority complex; maybe you really are inferior. At five ten and a hundred and sixty pounds, you'd have to say I have an average to small frame. I shave every day, but my beard's a bit wispy if I let it grow out. Despite my relatively small hands, the rest of my features are definitely male. Given all that, I'm comfortable in my own skin except that I wish nature could have endowed me with a larger package. When it comes to sexual activity, I really have to work at making it a satisfactory experience for my partner. No girl or woman has looked at me naked and said "wow", although a few of them have given me an "A" afterwards.

Without any living relatives or really close friends, I often wonder what life holds for me. I'm often given to daydreaming about my future and there's always a female companion. I can create this future companion in my imagination by concentrating on every woman I happen to see and focusing on her outstanding features. It isn't that the female body occupies all of my thoughts; let's just say that I have to work at it to keep them on anything else. OK, so that's who I am, so what gets me through the day when I'm not thinking of a glorious female body?

Well, I'm a lab technician working for a large research firm. My specialty is putting together different pieces of equipment. Whatever some brain can dream up, given enough time, I can generally build. The research firm I work for has a number of geniuses working on different projects in their own laboratories. There's a centralized well equipped workshop with electricians, machinist, fabricators capable of doing most any assigned task. Each researcher has one or more technicians working with them whose responsibility is to provide the workshop with enough detail to build what's required. In other words we take the genius' ideas and sketches and translate them into something the workshop can use.

My researcher, Professor Benjamin Waldo Jameson, is not only a true genius, but he's also a really sweet old guy. I know he has degrees and awards from around the world because others have told me so, but you'd never hear it from him. He was one of the first scientist this firm hired years ago and he's brought them fame and fortune, so no one questions what he's working on. Now that he's getting up in years and has a bad heart, the staff here all watches out for him. He looks like a stooped Albert Einstein with his frizzled hair and glasses perched on the end of his nose. For some reason he truly likes me and will not allow any other technician in the laboratory when he's working. He's only been to the central workshop a few times since I started working for him five years ago. The noise and hustle seems to throw off his creative juices, so that's my job.

He calls me Arty or just lad and explains everything like I have an idea what he's talking about, which I usually don't. Only when he gets down to a specific piece of equipment, I ask questions until I'm certain I know what he wants. He's never acted like my questions were dumb or anything. Truly I'd do anything for the "Professor". Now the two of us share a mutual love for a certain female, although not from the same perspective. The chief administrator of this research firm is a woman named Suzanne Joyce and she is one remarkable woman. Most of my idle daydreaming about the female form is based on the most desirable, Ms. Joyce. Did I mention that this is the Joyce Technology Research Company, so she's the daughter of the founder and current owner.

Besides drooling over the same Ms. Joyce at every opportunity, my ears always perk up when her name comes up. She's obviously respected as an administrator by the higher ups in the company, even though some of other employees refer to her as the "ball buster" or "ice lady". When one of the techs said, "I pity the poor SOB that marries that cold bitch", I put his name down on my 'get even' list.

Suzanne Joyce is a statuesque woman at least six feet tall. With her high heels, she has to stand at least six one or two. All I know is that when we're talking, I have to look up into her face. That's always a problem given that it's much easier and more rewarding to focus on her delicious looking mammary glands. She wears severe woman's business clothing and with her dark framed glasses, she gives the impression that she's a very serious person. It isn't that she's unfriendly, just unapproachable. With her hair piled up on top of her head, she's taller than most of the employees and I think many of them are afraid of her. Also, since she's the daughter of the owner, no one ever gives her any lip.

Let me describe the attributes of the aforementioned Ms. Joyce. With her severely tailored clothing, you have to use some imagination, but then I have a lot of that. I doubt there's any padding in her clothing so I'm certain those shoulders and breasts are all hers. But I go too fast. As I said, she has this coal black hair and beautiful green eyes. With her white creamy skin and strong jaw line, you'd not call her a beauty, but she's definitely a striking woman. From what I know about her from the Professor she's in her mid forties. With her narrow waist and flaring hips, together with calves that are just short of muscular, it's obvious she takes care of her body. Oh, and that glorious rear end. I could gaze at it for hours and only fantasize what it must look like unrestricted. To be able to grasp that particular part of her would be as close to heaven as I can imagine.

Suzanne Joyce calls me Arty, the same as the Professor. The Professor told me that when he left the halls of academia and came to work for Paul Joyce, some thirty five years ago, Suzanne was nine or ten. Joyce and the Professor spent hours discussing the various projects of the fledgling Joyce Company. Joyce was a widower and the Professor never married, so the two men doted on the little girl. She still calls him "Uncle Ben" and stops by almost every day to see him. I've no doubt she's friendly with me because of the Professor. Unfortunately, while we both love her; it's only the Professor she loves in return.

He's got to be in his upper eighties and because he's already had several severe heart attacks, she worries about him. One day when the Professor was busy she motioned me out into the hallway and said, "Arty, I'm concerned about Uncle Ben. I've hinted at retiring, but he just waves me off. He so loves working in the laboratory that father and I just can't insist he retire. Do you know where he keeps his heart medication?" 

"He's showed me where it is and I've gotten it for him a couple of times."

"If he ever shows any sign of distress again, call me immediately. I've told my secretary that it doesn't matter where I am, come and get me. If I'm out of town I always have a heart specialist on call. I've offered to have medical personnel on staff just for him, but he'd never stand for it. I know he's very fond of you, Arty. Please watch over him." 

I told her I would. I didn't tell her I'd also walk through fire and a brick wall if she asked me. She really didn't have to ask me to watch over the Professor, I was already doing that. He's ordered me not to tell anyone when he's had problems, but now I have an excuse to tell her because she's the boss.

I suppose I should tell what little I know about the Professor's research. All I can say was he has this theory that the cellular structure of a living organism can be made to expand or contract uniformly. He believes that every existing living organism has its own energy field. By bombarding the organism's cells with weak radiation he can excite this energy field and then enlarge or contract it magnetically. He tried it with single cell organisms, and then worked up through insects. He was encouraged when they all survived their normal life cycles. Right now we have a lab rat that's the size of a field mouse and a pair of field mice that are the size of lab rats. They seem perfectly normal and the interesting thing is that their offspring's reverted back to their original sizes. The large female field mouse was able to have a normal birth, but the small female lab rat died early in her pregnancy. The Professor did an autopsy and is satisfied that lab rat offspring would have been normal size if it had lived.

One of my jobs is taking care of the little critters. I named the field mice, Mickey and Minnie, and the lab rats, Fred and Ethel. Now that Ethel's no longer with us, poor little shrunken Fred seems lost. I swear he keeps looking over at the giant mice in the next cage like he can't believe what he sees. I've taken to slipping him little extra goodies now and then just to make him feel better. I wonder what would happen if I slipped a little female field mouse in with him. Mouse, like man, should not be without female companionship. 

The Professors must believe he doesn't have much time left to complete his work because he's had me working all sorts of hours to construct a much larger machine to try with bigger animals. He long ago swore me to secrecy about what he's working on. He's even keeps Ms. Joyce in the dark. I've heard her ask several times and he just replies, 'It's a surprise, pumpkin'." Now only a beloved uncle could get away with a non-answer and the use of a childhood term of endearment.

Today he's even more hurried than ever, I've asked him several times to sit down and take it easy, but he's buzzing around the machine while I'm working. It's a complex looking piece of equipment; and it is. It took a lot of hours to put this baby together. Basically there's a low platform where we will secure the test subject and what looks like a huge x-ray machine that focuses down from above. The Professor has had me stand on the table several times while he focuses on my energy field. I told the Professor I'm not happy in the place of the lab rat. He said, "Don't worry, Arty, nothing will happen until I energize the magnetic field."

The last thing I remember was stepping up on the platform to make a minor adjustment and there was a bright flash. The next thing I remember, I'm flat on my back. I don't think I was hit with anything; I must have just passed out. I can't seem to get my eyes to focus. "There, what's that up above me? What the hell, that's part of the machine, maybe I did hit my head. But it can't be, it's too high up. Wait a minute, I'm laying on the platform, but that can't be. The platform's only forty inches square and my whole body's on it. What are all these rags I'm wrapped up in? And I'm naked under the rags. Holy shit, these aren't rags; it's the clothes I was wearing." When I stood up, I had to shake myself free of my clothes. I looked up at the machine and unless it grew, I couldn't be much more than a few inches over three feet tall.

"Professor, where are you? What's happened here?" My voice didn't sound right and there was no response to my call. I walked around the machine and there he was on the floor. I knelt beside him and started to shake him, but there wasn't any response and when I felt for a pulse, there wasn't one. "I've got to call for help. The wall phone. Shit, it's too high. OK, get a stool, dummy. Wait don't panic, think this through." I went back to the Professor and carefully checked his pulse again. Now I realized his body's already cooling. The last time I looked at a clock was three hours ago. The Professor could have been dead for several hours.

There's nothing more I can do for him. There'll be people coming soon, I'd best find some way to cover myself. I put on my shirt. The shirt tail reached below my knees and the sleeves are way too long. I laid the shirt on the floor and cut the sleeves off with a box cutter from my toolbox. Now, if I buttoned the shirt it should stay on my shoulders, but it billows out like a tent when try to walk. I keep bungee cords sorted by size hanging on the wall. I took one and put it around my waist, hooking the ends together. At least now I have some cover when someone comes. 

I was trying to think about what to do next when I heard footsteps approaching the lab and ducked under a desk. It's Ms. Joyce and she's alone. When she saw the Professor she quickly dropped to her knees beside him. I can see by the shock on her face she knows he's been dead for awhile. She put her arms around him and hugged him to her. With her face buried against him I heard a muffled, "Oh dear Uncle Ben, forgive me for not being here when you needed me." She started to cry uncontrollably. This was a side of her that I had never seen and I felt like an intruder. I moved further away to give her some privacy. 

A short while later I heard her making phone call. Her voice sounded strained, but she was back in total control. "I'm calling from the Joyce Research Center. I've just found one of our employee's dead on a laboratory floor and his body already feels cool. He's an elderly man and has had heart problems, but I really have no idea what happened." I figured she was calling 911.

"My name is Suzanne Joyce and I'm the Research Center Administrator. If you send your unit to the front door and I'll have one of our security people bring them down to the laboratory where I found the body."

"Yes, I'll stay with the body and make certain no one touches anything."

Now after that 911 call this place will soon be flooded with people and my options were getting fewer by the minute. Then I heard her on the phone again. 

"Jim, this is Ms. Joyce. I'm in Professor Jameson's laboratory and I found him lying on the floor. He must have suffered a fatal heart attack a short while ago. I've already called 911 and I want you to have one of your security people meet them at our front door. I'll stay with his body, but here's what I want you to do."

"My father has been gone most of the day to meetings downtown. If Virginia is still here, she can tell you where to reach him. Otherwise, I know you have a list of emergency numbers for him. Get word to him about what's happened."

"No, he still refuses to carry a cell phone."

"Don't let anyone leave the building. Tell them what happened and apologize for keeping them here until the police arrive. Have them wait in the cafeteria and get a list of their names. That may be all the police will need, but they also may want to ask some questions. Clear the building and tell everyone still working that I said to go to the cafeteria. See if you can find anyone who saw Arthur Jones leave and what time it was. 

"No, I'm fine here by myself. In fact, isolate the laboratory wing to keep anyone from wandering down here to see what's going on. If there are any problems call me. Thanks Jim." 

There was no sense hiding any more so I stepped out where she could see me.

"Oh my God, Arty, what happened to you?"

"The Professor and I were working on a piece of experimental equipment and there was an accident. I ended up this size."

"Uncle Ben was experimenting on shrinking people? What was he thinking? How can we explain this to our clients? The negative publicity will drive them all away. Who would want to associate with a research facility using people for guinea pigs?"

"God almighty lady, the Professor is lying there on the floor and I've become a thirty five year old munchkin and all you can think about is your frigging company."

She looked as though I'd slapped her, but then she sighed and said, "You're right, I'm so shocked at Uncle Ben's death that I'm just rattling on. Of course we'll have to do everything we can to reverse Uncle Ben's experiment. We'll just have to deal with the negative publicity."

We stood there looking at each other for a minute. I tried to get all my thoughts together, but it was impossible. Finally I said, "OK, I may ramble, but please don't interrupt me. I'm frightened that I may stay this size forever and I don't want that. I want this fixed. When it gets out and becomes public, the Professor will be seen as some sort of mad scientist. I loved that old man and I don't want to see the legacy of all his scientific accomplishments dumped in the crapper. At the same time, his work and the equipment needed to return me to normal size are proprietary property owned by your company. If this becomes public your company may lose control of that property and I could be stuck. Another thing, the world will see me as some kind of freak."

"If I leave now, you can throw everything open to investigation except what the Professor was working on. If I'm found outside the building, we never had this conversation. The problem is you will have to lie to the police and I'll need help after the police leave. The balls in your court, Ms. Joyce; you call it, but make it quick."

I stood there as she tried to decide my future. The longer she took, I was almost ready to go for making it all public when she said, "OK, Arty, let's get you out of here."

I quickly grabbed up my clothes and stuffed them in a plastic bag. "Open that window. I happen to know that particular one isn't covered by a security camera. I should be able to work my way around the grounds to the far side of the parking lot. When you drive out, make a wide swing across the parking lot and stop midway between those two lights over there. I'll be waiting to jump in your car. Be sure and stay close to the edge of the lot near the bushes. Don't forget to lock this window after I leave. Now give me a boost up on the windowsill."

When she raised me up so I could get a hold on the windowsill, my shirttail flapped up and I realized I was giving Ms. Joyce a moon shot with my bare backside. I heard her say, "Be careful, Arty," as I hung down and dropped to the sidewalk. Fortunately, the lab's on the ground floor so it wasn't much of a drop. 

As I made my way across the grounds, I was thankful that my first few years with the company had been with the building and grounds crew so I had an idea where the security camera's covered. The high fence around the grounds is well lit and in camera view, but the low shrubs behind the lights appear dark at night. I made my way through these shrubs to an outbuilding where they keep lawn equipment. I was hoping the company hadn't changed the combination on the door lock, and they hadn't. The double doors in front are well covered by the cameras, but I figured the side door is in the shadows and it will be hard to see anything, even on tape. 

I made myself as comfortable as I could on a tractor seat where I could watch the comings and goings of the Research Center's main building. It was going to be a long wait. Fortunately, the weather's mild, otherwise with my damp shirt and bare feet, I'd be in bad shape. On the way over, I noticed there were two police squad cars and an ambulance already at the front door. I must have gotten out of the building just in time.

Within a short time, two unmarked cars arrived along with what looks like a hearse. When two people carried a portable gurney into the building; it struck me that they were there for the Professor's body. I'd been so preoccupied that the impact of his death hadn't hit me before and now I wept openly. He had been one of the few important people in my life. 


Art, The Story Ch. 01



Deep in thought, I almost missed two groups of people approaching the equipment building from both sides. I had to find a place to hide and quick. It was dark in the building except for light shining in through the windows in the overhead doors. The walls had open shelves and a few closed cabinets, but they'd be obvious places to check. In one corner there were several wooden skids loaded with bags of what smelled like fertilizer. Climbing up on top of the bags, I found a gap between two of the skids that was just large enough for me to wiggle into. I pulled my bag of clothes in after me and tugged one of the top bags over a little bit to narrow the gap. I was afraid to close it all the way because the stack might topple in on me. The color of my shirt wasn't a bad match, so I pulled the shirt collar up over my head. I was as hidden as I was going to get. 

When the building lights came on I was feeling totally exposed, although I didn't think they could see me without getting on top of the bags. Maybe the fertilizer smell will make them hesitate to do that. I heard them opening and closing the cabinets and I was thankful that hadn't been my choice. Someone said, "There's no sign anyone has been in here. How many have the combination to this place?"

"There's probably quite a few, but the doors are covered by security cameras so there's little chance of someone stealing equipment."

"Do you know this Arthur Jones we're looking for?"

"Sure, almost everyone knows Art. You guys are looking for the wrong guy if you think he'd hurt Professor Jameson."

"We're just trying to see if someone like Jones could have left the grounds."

There was a radio chirp and someone said, "Sully, this is Bingham, we've completed the sweep of the grounds along the fence. We found some tracks in the wet grass that looks like a small animal, but nothing like it was made by an adult male. There's a locked building with grounds keeping equipment and we've just cleared it."

"OK, we'll check the vehicles left in the parking lot and then wrap it up. '10-4'." 

"Detective Sullivan says he's releasing all the plant's employees. I want all of you Research Center security people to spread out with us through the parking lot so you can respond if someone finds their cars tampered with. Keep your eyes open. Jones may be hiding in or around the cars."

There was some more chatter and the lights went off and then the door closed. I returned to my perch on the tractor seat. Many of the cars must have left while I was hiding, including the hearse like vehicle. That's good; I didn't need to see them bring out the Professor's body.



Art, The Story Ch. 02



Author's Note: An accident shrinks a thirty five year old man to just over three feet tall.

***

In the next hour or so the uniformed police left in their squads and then they were followed out of the building by a half dozen people, including Ms. Joyce. I would recognize her from almost any distance by her height and the way she stands. Her father, Paul Joyce, was standing beside her. He's at least a head taller so it's hard to mistake the two of them. Eventually there was only Ms. Joyce and her father standing there. I wondered what she was telling him. He took her in his arms and held her for a long time and then the two of them headed for their cars. 

I left the building and went to the spot I'd pointed out to her. She waited until her father had gone through the main gate before she started up and made a wide swing across the parking lot. Her car slowed to a stop and when the passenger door popped open, I jumped in on the floor and she immediately started forward swinging the door shut. I stayed huddled down on the floor as she approached the main gate. She slowed and waved to the guard, but she didn't stop. 

We were a short distance away when she let her window down and said, "What the hell did you get into? You stink to high heaven."

"You'd stink too if you were hiding between bags of fertilizer. I was almost trapped in the lawn equipment building. I saw you talking to your father. Did you tell him what happened?"

"No, I was going to, but he was so broken up with the death of Uncle Ben I just couldn't add to his burden. I'll have to talk to him sooner or later. In the meantime, I'll have to take responsibility for my decisions." "What happened with the police?" "Arty, I really don't want to go over that again. It seems like I've been talking to them for hours on end. Trust me, I don't think there is anything we have to do about the police for now. My problem is what will I do with you."

"Funny you should say that, I've been thinking the same thing."

"Just be quiet for now, I'm going to my thinking place." She drove on for about twenty minutes and I sensed that we were going up a steep hill. I was trying to think what was nearby when she stopped. I stood up and looked around. It was dark in back of us, but out the front window was a wide panorama of city lights below us. She said, "This land belongs to a friend of father's and I come here whenever I have to think through a serious problem."

"It's a well hidden spot. You could bump me off and hide my body and shazam, problem solved."

"Jones, another wisecrack like that one and I'll be tempted."

"I'm sorry, Ms. Joyce. It's an old habit of mine to make wisecracks when I'm frightened and I admit, I'm scared my size is permanent."

"Apology accepted and since you've already mooned me with your bare butt, you probably can call me Sue, like my friends."

"I'd rather call you Suzanne, like the Professor did."

She was quiet for awhile and then she said, "Suzanne's a little girl's name. The only men I've ever allowed to call me that are my father and Uncle Ben."

"Then we'd be even, because you and the Professor are the only two people in the world who have called me Arty."

"Alright, Suzanne it is, Arty. Now, I do know that you'll have to remain out of sight for the foreseeable future. I really don't think the police will be a problem, but if anyone recognizes you, we've gone through all this trouble for nothing. My only thought is to take you to my home and before I do that there are a couple of people in my home you should know about, Maria and Arilla."

"My mother died when I was born and father hired Maria's mother to be my wet nurse and care for me. She was a widow with a teenage daughter, Maria, and an infant son. They all came to live with us. Maria's mother took care of the house and her infant son and Maria took charge of me. Father was busy starting his research company so Maria was my constant companion. She got me up in the morning and put me to bed at night. She's been my friend and confidant ever since. She runs my home so there is no way I can bring you there without her knowing what's going on."

"Maria has a thirty year old married daughter, Arilla, who lives nearby and she's at our house almost every day, so I'll have to talk to her as well. She'll listen to Maria, but she also can be a flake. She married a man who hates steady work. They were really struggling when Arilla got pregnant and Maria begged father to find him a job. Father hired him as his personal driver and he also works in the Research Center's garage. The two of them live in an apartment above father's garage, which is only a couple of blocks away from my house. Maria's happy with her daughter and new grandson living nearby. She had a son that died when he was about three or four and maybe this grandson's filling that void."

"I've come up with a story that I think will keep both of them from asking too many questions. I'll tell them that Uncle Ben was running an experiment when he had a heart attack so we don't know all the details. We don't know what happened and you've been unable to tell us. I think it's best if you don't try to talk and explain anything because we'd never keep our stories straight. If I tell Maria and Arilla that father and I would be prosecuted if someone finds you, I know they'll never tell anyone. Arilla may be a flake, but she'd never go against her mother."

"Somehow we have to find a way to hide you if someone stops in unexpectedly. Anyone who knew Art Jones would recognize you immediately. The more I look at you, it's hard to picture you as a small man; you look more like a young boy. It's your eyes that give you away. Anyone who looks at them closely won't see an innocent young boy looking back at them. Maybe you should act shy and keep your eyes looking downward. And for God's sake, don't keep undressing every woman you see with your eyes. There's not a woman at the Research Center that wouldn't recognize those eyes."

"Well at least I'm known for something. All these years I figured you and most women at the Research Center didn't know I was alive".

"Arty, most of the women who know you think you're a nice guy, but you're so intense you scare them away. Uncle Ben said that you were the most intense young man he's ever known. He admired that because you focused on what he was working on, but most people don't take things that seriously."

"This is coming from a woman who acts like she eats, sleeps and drinks nothing but being the Research Company's Administrator".

"OK, we'll compare personalities later. Right now, do you have any problem with what I'm suggesting?"

"Nope, you've stuck you neck out for me so I'll play this anyway you want me to."

"Let's go home then."

"Wait, there's something I almost forgot. When the Professor was doing his preliminary work he expanded a pair of field mice to the size of lab rats and shrunk a pair of lab rats to the size of field mice. They need to be rescued from the lab. The problem is anyone who knows lab animals will find they're not the right size. It could bring some unwanted publicity."

"OK, I'll take care of getting them to my house, but I don't like rodents. You're responsible for them."

"No problem ....... I was just thinking, I can really relate to Fred now. He used to be a rat and now he's a mouse."

Suzanne's home is really a pretty large estate. There's an attached multi-stall garage and she opened one of the doors and closed it behind us. She said, "Wait in the car, Arty. I'll go talk to Maria".

Suzanne went in and came out with a woman who looked like the perfect picture of a motherly woman. She only came up to Suzanne's shoulder and she was no lightweight with her ample bosom and wide hips. She had a broad pleasant face that right now showed concern as Suzanne talked to her and occasionally pointed to the car. Based on what I knew, Maria has to be in her sixties, but when she moved it was with the energy of a much younger person. She looked like a take charge lady. When the car door opened I was standing up. Maria never hesitated and reached into the car and gathered me in her arms. She kept saying something in Spanish I couldn't make out, but I clearly heard, "He stinks".

"Little one, what they do to you? Don you worry none, Maria take good care of you so you tell me where you hurt? Oh, that's right, Suzanne say you can't speak. Maria will check you over good when we get inside. What you wearing, child? You have no underpants and I smell poop."

I could feel her hand under my shirt, checking everywhere. I thought, "You'd stink too if you'd been where I was. Hey lady, that's my privates you're pawing underneath the shirt. I didn't crap my pants, it's that damn fertilizer."

"Suzanne, I wash him up first before I feed him. Maybe I find old diaper of yours for him." I stared hard at Suzanne trying to make her hear my thoughts, "What that about a diaper. Suzanne, can't you save me from this; look at my face, it has to be beet red. This is embarrassing, help me out here."

All of a sudden I had a terrible thought. "Maria thinks I'm a small child and she's going to treat me like one. I'm a grown man and this is going to get worse. I looked at Suzanne and she had a small grin on her face. She knows what I'm thinking and she's not going to do anything because I agreed to go along. Oh lady, after all the nice thoughts I sent your way over the years. I take them all back."

"Here, Maria, I'll take him".

"No, no, I have him now. He stinks so bad he'll smell up your clothes. I give him bath before I feed him. You go take a long soak now, you look tired. I hear about your Uncle Ben, child. You need to get some rest, I'll take care of this little fellow. Give me a minute to check on dinner and I'll be right back."  After Maria left I said, "Why didn't you straighten her out?"

"Arty, you agreed to go along. I actually tried to explain that we don't know what happened to you. For some reason after she met you, she told me in Spanish that she believes you are a young boy who has been cruelly aged. I'll have to leave it there for now. I know Maria, if I keep explaining more she'll think I'm keeping something from her and it will even be worse. She's a good kind hearted soul and she'd never do anything to harm you. I have to warn you though; she's very quick to slap your backside if you don't listen." Suzanne grinned and added, "You might want to keep that in mind when she wants you to do something."

When Maria came bustling back into the room, she took my hand and led me to what must be a back staircase leading upstairs. The first thing I did was trip and fall on my face because I misjudged how high I had to raise my foot to reach the first step. I picked myself up and then tripped over my shirt tail. Maria picked me up and carried me upstairs to what must be a guest bedroom with its own bath. The bathroom seemed huge, at least to me, with both a shower stall and a large bath tub big enough for a number of adult to soak in. Maria started to fill the tub and began taking my shirt off.

I put up a hand as if to say, "I can undress myself." I motioned for her to turn around and she did so, but she had a big grin on her face. I took my shirt off and climbed into the tub. The water was knee deep so when I sat down I had some cover. Maria started to put soap on a wet washcloth. I motioned to her that I could do it myself and reached for the soap. I still hadn't mastered the two small hand grip and the bar kept slipping out of my hands. After a couple of tries, Maria took over and gave me a thorough scrubbing all over including my hair. When she was washing my crotch, I promptly got an erection. Maria started to laugh. If she could only see my thoughts, "Go ahead and laugh. I'm already at a point where my whole life is hilarious. Imagine what I have to look forward to when every female that sees my tiny erect penis doubles over with laughter."

Thoroughly rinsed off, taken out of the tub and wrapped in a towel, Maria left to get something. By now I had a terrible urge to pee. Either I had to urinate or my penis was just trying to relieve the pressure that had built up being washed by Maria. The toilet bowl was attached to the wall and just high enough to present a problem. I was standing on my tip toes trying to pee into the bowl when Maria came back into the bathroom.

She quickly said, "Here, little one, let me help." She grabbed me around the waist with one arm and lifted me up. She put the seat down and let me stand on the edges while she still held me. She reached with her other hand to grab my penis and direct the stream. I slapped her hand away and took hold of it myself only to receive a hard slap on my backside. "No, no, I hold it, you pee on floor and Maria have to clean up." The second time I slapped her hand away cost me two hard slaps. "Maria told you don do that!" If I was ever going to pee, Maria was going to handle my aim. Whatever I thought really didn't matter anymore.

That done and with and all hands thoroughly washed, Maria held up some clothes that she must have gotten while I was soaking. She held out a pair of feminine looking underpants for me to step into. When I pushed them away I was treated to another slap on the backside. I decided going against Maria to keep whatever dignity I had left was going to be painful. The nightgown she put that on over my head was not a bad fit size wise, but it was definitely feminine. She added slippers and a robe before picking me up and heading downstairs. In the kitchen she sat me in a chair while she dished out food that she already had on the stove.

Sitting on the chair, I was too low to eat off the table. She sat down, put me on her lap and proceeded to feed me. I was going to protest again and then thought, "What the hell, let's just get it over with". It was obvious Maria's motherly instincts had kicked in and I was going to be mothered whether I wanted to or not. That wasn't the end of it either. I hadn't seen it, but Maria had brought a bottle with a nipple to the table and now she stuck it in my mouth. There was no more fight in me, I drank the milk.

Before she finished feeding me, I began to zonk out. It had been a day to end all days and I was tired. I was half asleep when Maria carried me upstairs. She didn't take me into the guest bedroom, but instead took me into the first room at the head of the stairs. There was a large canopied bed and I realized this must be Suzanne's bedroom. Maria took off my robe and slippers and laid me carefully in the bed. Suzanne appeared to be asleep and Maria signaled me to be quiet and not wake her.

As tired as I was, I couldn't sleep. It hit me all of a sudden. Here I was in bed with the woman who had been my fantasy for years. The euphoria faded quickly when I also realized that at my size there was no way I was going to be able to make love to this beautiful woman, nor would she ever see me as a lover. I began to think, "It would have been better if the Professor's machine had actually killed me." I could feel my eyes begin to water when I thought about what the rest of my life will be like. Then I heard a small sob coming from Suzanne and I realized she was lying there awake and crying. I thought to myself, "So do something. You can't make it any worse." I moved over and put my face against hers. When I kissed her cheek, I could taste her tears. I took my small hand and wiped her tears away and put both my arms around her neck. She responded by putting both arms around me and drawing me close.

We stayed like that and gradually I could feel her breathing slow and realized she was asleep. I woke up several times during the night and I had slipped down and my head was between those lovely firm breasts. She was still holding me close with one arm around me and the other hand cupping my butt. With one of those glorious nipples almost in my face I was tempted to start stroking it, and my penis was sure encouraging the move, but it didn't seem to be the time.

When I finally woke up it was getting light in the room and Suzanne was just coming out of her bathroom. With my eyes only partially open I watched her dress. She stood facing me with her body in what light was coming through the window. I moved my gaze from her face to her toes, stopping to admire the flared hips, the dark inviting shadow at the top of those long graceful legs, the narrow waist, those magnificent firm breasts with luscious areolas encircling nipples that were so close last night; those broad shoulders and graceful arms, topped by a face with strong striking features. I made that trip up and down several times, hardly able to breathe all the while. I had the feeling she knew I was watching. She almost confirmed that when she sat on the bed after she was dressed.

"Arty, you touched me deeply last night. No, don't say anything. Let me finish. I know they call me a "cold bitch" at the research lab. It isn't that I don't care, I just never had to take care of anyone and really don't know how. Father taught me from very young to be aggressive; and after college, he brought me into his company. I've worked hard to prove to everyone I deserved to be there by being tough and businesslike. Uncle Ben was really the only person I ever tried to watch over and now it looks like I failed to be there when a man I loved needed me."

"Maria can take care of a dozen people at the same time and she has always been there for me. I asked her to put you in my bed last night because I wanted to console you. I know the accident at the research center is what caused Uncle Ben's heart attack, but it also changed your life in a way that may not be reversible. It was my responsibility to oversee what Uncle Ben was working on and I failed miserably. When I tried to make up my failure by jumping in and doing everything possible to fix your situation, you were the one that said wait and think what it would do Uncle Ben's reputation."

"Your reaction made me realize there's something special about you. Last night I wanted so bad to comfort you, but I didn't know how. When we got home, I felt guilty about just turning you over to Maria instead of taking care of you myself. I used the excuse that she could do it so much better. When we were in bed, I was thinking of Uncle Ben's death, but I was also crying for you and all of a sudden you were comforting me. I meant what I said about you and me getting through this together. Today will be a big day at the lab, but tonight you and I will start making plans for the future." With that she kissed me tenderly on the lips.

She started away with a wave and I threw back the covers revealing my nightgown and said, "Hey Suzanne". When she turned around I said, "You didn't notice my fancy nightgown. Does it do anything for me?"

She laughed, "Oh, I recognized it as one of mine when I was your size. Maria must have saved all my old stuff, but I have to tell you, that outfit is so you, Arty."

Suzanne had really boosted my spirits. Somehow my uncertain future seemed better knowing she would be there. All of a sudden I had to piss in the worst way and jumped out of bed. Unfortunately, Suzanne had closed the bathroom door and try as I might, I couldn't get the door opened. It must be locked or jammed or something. I headed for the guest bedroom. I was sure the bathroom door there was open when we left last night. It was, but as I ran toward the bathroom door I could feel the first drops of urine leak out. The underpants were wet before I could get them off and I still had to crawl up on the damn toilet seat. By the time I got positioned the nightgown was wet as well.

I was still standing on the seat when Maria walked in. "What are you doing? Why you no call Maria? Now look at mess you've made. Maria will have to wash clothes again. Why you not use bathroom in Suzanne's room?"




Art, The Story Ch. 02



She removed the nightgown none too gently and started to fill the tub. When it was ready she dumped me in the tub without a word and started scrubbing. I made no effort to use the soap and risk a butt slap as angry as she was. This time after I was toweled off she laid me on the sideboard of the sink.

She said, "I don believe these old eyes, your face, she need a shave. No little boy your age have hair like that. La Madre de Dios, you poor child, what they do to you? Maria can fix." With that, she gathered me in her arms and carried me back to Suzanne's bathroom. She laid me on the sideboard and even used a towel to cover my nakedness. With a rolled towel under my head, a hot compress to soften my beard, she carefully gave me one of the best shaves I've ever had. 

Just as I was thoroughly relaxed, she removed the towel covering me and said, "Let me see the rest of you." Now this lady has been very nice except for the slaps and she was careful when she examined my arms and legs, but when she bent down and put her face close to my crotch it was different. There was really nothing sexual in it, but having any woman hold your penis and check you scrotum close up made my response automatic. She held my stiffening penis, "Ah, little one, you have a long times before you need this."

I thought, "My God, you don't know how much I hope you're wrong."

"Thas not good to have hair down there. You have accident; it's harder to wipe you. You lie still and Maria fix."

She spread my legs and lathered my crotch, but when she picked up the razor, I kicked my feet to keep her away. She put down the razor, picked me up and sat down on the closed toilet seat. Turning me over she proceeded to give me a serious spanking. It hurt like hell and I'm not ashamed to say there were tears in my eyes. OK. I was bawling. I may have thirty five year old ass and my hide is tougher than a toddlers, but she's a big woman and she hurt like hell. I thought, "Oh, Suzanne, I am so going to get back at you."

When she finished she sat me on her lap and put her arms around me. She said, "Suzanne tell me to take care of you like my own boy I lose years ago. I want you look like young boy again, so I shave ugly hair. If you kick I may hurt you". With that, Maria finished shaving my crotch, turned me over and shaved along my ass crack as well. My backside felt like it was on fire from the spanking and then the lather. Maria started rubbing in some kind of ointment that really eased the pain. She said, "Maria sorry she had to hurt you. This should help your red bottom." 

When she rolled me over on my back, I didn't realize what she was doing until she folded up the cloth I was laying on and I was diapered. I started to make a fuss again, but then I just gave up. She added rubber underpants and another girly outfit and I was ready for my first full day as whatever I was.



Art, The Story Ch. 03



Author's Note: An accident shrinks a thirty five year old man to just over three feet tall.

***

In the kitchen she sat me on her lap and started to feed me. She was holding me against her breasts and they felt just like large pillows. Her face was only inches away and I found myself studying her features. Maria would never be called a "pretty" woman, but as I watched different expressions cross her face I was fascinated by what I saw. There was strength, concern, confidence, wonder and even some I couldn't even label. I thought, "Is that a mother's look? Yeah, like I'd know what a mothers look was. A string of foster homes and a stint in a 'boy's school' really didn't give me a clue. I know a lot more about a 'knuckle sandwich' than I do about a mother's look. This woman has just paddled me and that I understand, but now she's feeding me and looking concerned about me; am I getting enough food or is she giving me the right thing? 

A young woman with a baby came in the back door. I figured she must be Maria's daughter, Arilla. The physical resemblance is striking, but Arilla's expression shows none of what I see in Maria's face. She has a full figure that will catch any man's eye, kind of a soft all women's body, but her face has a petulant expression. She looks like she's always ready to complain about something. My God, Jones, do you realize you just spent more time looking at a woman's face than you did her body? What else did shrinking do to you?

She said, "So this is the person Suzanne was talking about this morning. She stopped at our apartment after Jorge had already left with her father. She told me not to say anything about this person to Jorge or anybody else. He looks like a little boy. Why is he dressed like that?"

"He has no clothes and all I have is what I save from Suzanne. Here, let me hold my grandbaby. You can finish feeding him this milk." 

"Mama, he's too old for a bottle." 

"No, I don think he's old as he looks." "Alright, mama, I'm going to watch TV while I try to give him milk. I've already nursed Juan this morning, but he takes so little I'll have to use the breast pump when I get home. My refrigerator already has bottles of my pumped milk. Maybe I can sell it."

"Arilla, don be silly. My grandbaby soon be sucking all you can make. He's goin to be big strong hombre."

Arilla picked me up and headed for a room with a TV. Sitting down she offered me the bottle. She watched me with big sad brown eyes. Right then my eyes were watery and my backside still stung, so I was probably pretty sad looking myself. Arilla started rocking slowly. I closed my eyes. I didn't want her to offer me anymore milk. I had to talk to Suzanne about getting some coffee.

Arilla was still rocking me and I felt my eyes begin to close for real. When something soft touched my lips I opened my mouth and automatically wrapped my lips around and began to suck. My eyes popped open and Arilla laughed, she had placed one of her nipples in my mouth and I was drinking breast milk. I'd always heard that breast milk was watery, but this was sort of creamy and sweet.

She was holding her breast so I could get at the nipple, but I couldn't resist putting my hands on it too. I loved the feel of her breast. The skin was a smooth as a baby's butt and it was firm and soft at the same time. She took her hands away and I was holding her breast to my lips myself. I'd held a woman's breast in my hand before, but this was different. Sucking her milk and holding the breast with my two small hands made it so intimate. I explored the texture of her nipple with my lips and used my tongue to continue to rub the tip. I was amazed how that little nubbin stiffened and I heard her moan in my ear.

"Oh yes, yes, that's so gooood!"

I was using my hands to move around and gently squeeze her breast like I was trying to force out more milk. When I had only one hand underneath I realized how heavy it was and that only made it more desirable to hold. I could feel Arilla running her hands over my body. Even so I was unprepared when she grabbed my crotch and felt my stiffened penis. I heard her deep intake of breath, but I was too busy trying to suck out the last of her milk. When it seemed I had reached the end, I took my mouth off her nipple. I thoroughly examined that little beauty that I had enjoyed so much. There were still little drops of milk forming so I licked them off until there were no more. I couldn't resist planting a kiss right on the tip.

Her voice shook me out of my reverie, "Who are you, little Chico?" 

I looked up at her face and her eyes were huge. I thought, "Oh, Oh, I think I just blew my cover story."

"Maybe it's what are you? No man has ever sucked on my breast like that and you're certainly no Juan. I want you to suck my other breast, but we need to be someplace where Mama won't walk in. That licking and massaging didn't come from a young boy. Mama thinks you're a little boy who doesn't know how to talk yet and somehow you've been aged, but I don't believe that."

"Suzanne knows more than she's telling mama and me, but you'll tell me the truth sooner or later. Mama is happy taking care of Juan so you and I are going to spend a lot of time together. For once in my life I think Suzanne may have stepped in it. All the while I was growing up, it was mama saying, Suzanne did this or Suzanne did that, and all the while Suzanne acted like she was too good to be an older sister for me. Now the two of you share a secret and I want to know what it is. I believe you can talk and you'll tell me. In the meantime you and I have some unfinished business." I thought, "Oh boy, I think I'm really the one who stepped in it."

Arilla carried me back into the kitchen and said to Maria who was still holding her baby, "My little Juan can't drain my breast when the milk gets thicker, but this little Chico empties my breast better than the pump. I'll have to come over more often. He pooped in his pants so I'll take him upstairs and change him. While I'm up there I'll also clean the rooms. I'm sure I can keep little Chico entertained while I do that."

In my mind I wanted to shout, "Hey, I didn't poop my pants", but I knew that was just Arilla's excuse to go upstairs. I think I'm going to find out what Arilla has in mind pretty quick.

Upstairs Arilla laid me on a bed and undressed me. When she pulled my diaper off she said, "Oh look, you didn't poop your pants after all! I know you don't like the diaper so for openers, I'm going to convince mama that you should wear them all the time and eventually you'll poop in them."

"Now that we're upstairs, you and I can have lots of time together. Mama doesn't like to climb the stairs so she's more than willing to let me clean and straighten these rooms. If she needs me she can call on the intercom. As long as she has her grandbaby, she won't call unless it's an emergency."

"Now, to our unfinished business, let's take a good look at you. Oh my, look at that red face, you're embarrassed because you're lying there naked. My husband has nephews about your size and they don't get embarrassed when Aunty Arilla undresses them. You're also much heavier than they are. I was surprised when Mama handed you to me. Mama so strong she probably didn't notice, but then she sees you like the young son she lost a long time ago."

"Your little arms and legs are solid. When I run my hands over them like this, I can feel the muscles. I know you're deliberately letting me move your arms, but you're probably strong enough to give me trouble if you wanted to. So keep on pretending, but let's look closely at that little dick of yours. Oh my, look how nice and hard it's becomes since I've been rubbing your body."

Alright, I thought, "OK, I tried, I tried to will my penis to behave, but that's impossible with your hands running over my body. Oh, you keep that up and I'm going to explode." Arilla started to take her clothes off. She turned around and around parading each feature. Lifting her huge breasts that I had suckled not long ago, she waved them in my face. It was a struggle, but my penis remained at ease until she took off her panties and pressed the crotch under my nose. She grinned and said, "I thought that would get you. Now let's see what you can do about it besides get a boner."

She knelt on the bed and reached one hand down between her legs and I could see at least two fingers were deep inside her. She lay down on her stomach with her one hand still under her. She put her face in my crotch and took my erect penis in her mouth. She kept one finger wrapped around the base and moved her mouth up and down, keeping her tongue in contact with the underside. Each time she was at the top of the stroke, she'd tongue the tip. I was building up to explode, but she kept her finger tight around the base until I was seriously moaning for release. At the bottom of the stroke, she reached out her tongue and licked beneath my testicles. When she did release me I exploded in her mouth. She kept her lips around my shaft and pulled slowly up to get every last drop.

"Oh, Little Chico, we'll have to do that again, but you still have my other breast to drain." She sat on the edge of the bed with me on her lap and held her nipple where I could suck on it. I had just started to get a flow of milk going when she said, "Let's see what happens when I run my hand under your butt. Oh, I Love those firm little buns. Ah, here's that little opening I was looking for and my fingers are nice and covered with pussy juice. See how easy my finger slips in there. Whoops, look how that little butt wiggles. Oh, wiggle that butt, wiggle that butt, wow."

I wanted to yell, "Man-o-man!! I couldn't get the milk flowing fast enough and I was sucking as hard as I could." She had two fingers deep in my anus and was rubbing my testicles with the heel of her hand. I was ready to explode when she raised me in her arms and tried to take my penis in her mouth. I hung on to her breast and we struggled to find a position where both of us could suck at the same time. We ended up with her flat on her back and I was lying on top of her with her nose in my crotch. She had both hands on my hips and my penis and testicles in her mouth and my knees were on either side of her head. I'd never let go of the breast and was still sucking on her nipple. With both of our mouths full all I could hear was grunt and snorts and that was just me. Who needs words at a time like this? 

When I finally let everything go, she raised my hips slightly and kept sucking. She used her tongue on the underside of my penis like she wanted every drop. Even after there was no more milk and I knew I was also drained, we still lay there. I used my tongue to massage that sweet little nipple that had been so generous and I could feel her tongue on the tip of my penis doing the same thing. I'm not sure I even like this woman, but right now we were thanking each other's body with our tongues.

When I finally sat back on my heels, she rolled over on her stomach and looked up at me. "Little boy my ass, Chico, that's was a full second load even for a little guy." 

She got up on her knees and pushed me over backwards on the bed. "See Chico, I know you're not a little boy and you're mine. I can drain you anytime I please. Now let's see what you can do for me. She inched forward on her knees until she was straddling my body. Her glistening vulva was right above my face and my arms were trapped at my sides by her knees. She spread her outer lips and said, "OK Chico, I have my pussy all warmed up for you. Now I want you to lick up every drop of juice you can find, but first put your mouth on my swollen clit and lick and suck it like you did my tit."

With that she sat back on her heels so that she could lower herself on my mouth. I sucked in her clit and did as she told me. Every so often, she'd slide up so that the opening to her vagina was above my mouth and I'd tongue that opening and then it was back to the clit. She reached behind her and took my penis and testicles in one hand. The whole time I was sucking and licking she kept squeezing with her hand. If she wanted me to speed up, she'd squeeze until it hurt and only relax her hand when she was satisfied. Every so often she actually cut off my breath by catching both my nose and mouth buried in her. I tried to buck her off, but she held me tight. She kept up a running commentary all the time. "Oh yeah, suck it, lick it. Take it all. Faster, faster, get in there deeper. I want all of you inside me. You have to get deeper, deeper."

When she finally came, between being squeezed by her knees and her hand squeezing my penis and testicles, I wasn't so sure I was going to make it. It was a wild ride though and afterwards, Arilla was all solicitous about whether she had hurt me or not. It was an opportunity to speak, but I didn't take it.

She let me soak in the tub while she cleaned up and made the beds. She dressed me in the same clothes including a diaper and carried me downstairs. Maria was dozing in a rocker holding the baby. Arilla picked up her baby, kissed her mother goodbye and started to leave, but at the last minute she turned and said, "Little Chico, I'll see you tomorrow and we'll play some more."



Art, The Story Ch. 04



I was just standing there, sort of stunned by the day's events. 

Maria said, "Come over here little one." 

When I reached her she picked me up and tucked me in her arms just like she'd been holding Juan. 

I had to admit, it's hard to worry about anything while cradled in a woman's arms. I was even getting used to the inevitable finger checking my crotch to see if I was dry. 

I didn't think I'd fallen asleep, but the next thing I knew Suzanne was standing beside us talking to Maria.

"He looks comfortable in your arms. Is that how he spent his day?"

"No, Arilla just left a short while ago and this little one looked like he needed me. While she was here she nursed him and played with him for awhile."

She blurted out, "And he's wearing a diaper, shouldn't he be trained by now?"

"I don know what he knows, but he's wearing one of your old diapers and you didn't stop wetting your pants until you stopped nursing. I know because I had to change you all the time."

Now I had a wide grin and almost chuckling out loud. 

Suzanne snatched me out of Maria's arms and said, "I want to try and talk to him about what happened. Maybe he'll remember if I tell him what I know."

"If he talks, ask him his name," Maria asked as we left the room.

Once we were in Suzanne's bedroom, she set me down and the expression on her face said she was in an ass chewing mood. I had seen that expression at the Research Center. I crawled up on the couch and leaned back against the armrest. Suzanne stormed around the room, picking up things and then slamming them back down. Finally she said, "Maria had no business telling you the things she did."

I started to laugh and the more I laughed the angrier she became. I was laughing so hard my eyes were watering and I had a hard time saying anything. She stood there glaring at me. 

Finally I said, "Oh wow, I'm a grown man sitting here before you in a little girl's outfit, wearing diapers and rubber pants. I've been bathed, spanked and had my crotch shaved by a woman and you're embarrassed?" 

She stood there glaring at me and then a grin spread across her face and she started laughing with me. She sat beside me on the couch and we laughed together. 

Eventually she said, "I need a drink. Would you like one?"

"Sure, I'm a beer and brandy guy. Either one will do." 

She opened folding doors on a side wall and there was what looked like a pretty decent stocked wet bar. She crushed some ice and poured brandy over it in two goblet type glasses. When she handed me mine I could wrap my small hand around the stem. I figured she'd picked the glasses with that in mind. 

Suzanne sat back down beside me. We touched glasses and she said, "To better tomorrows," and I echoed her toast. 

"Now I'll probably get arrested for giving alcohol to a minor," she said with a smile. "OK, to what happened today at the Research Center. A Detective Sullivan visited me late this afternoon. According to him, the Coroner has little doubt that Uncle Ben died of natural causes, but they'll know for certain after the autopsy. It seems he didn't fall, he must have just sunk to the floor." 

She stopped talking and we sat there quietly for a few minutes, each with our own thoughts on the Professor.

"The only question the police have is what happened to you. Sullivan said no one reported you missing and the police could find no family. We gave him the information you provided in your personnel file. They contacted your landlady and examined your apartment. He said they found some names and checked with those people, but no one had heard from you. He said without a missing person report, they had no reason to look for you. 

"Their theory is that given Uncle Ben's relations with you, he caught you stealing something from him or the company and the shock was too great for his heart. That makes the death brought about by a crime a reason to find you. He said they found that Uncle Ben rarely carried much money. I told him I'd known him for thirty five years and could attest to that. He believes you stole something of value from the company, but until we report it, their hands are tied. He asked that we go through Uncle Ben's papers to see if anything is missing. I told him I'd secure his laboratory and go through his papers myself."

I said, "Did the police examine everything in the lab?"

"Only to see if there was anything that might physically relate to Uncle Ben's death. I told them all papers and such were proprietary information and they couldn't examine them without a court order. They said there was no need."

I said, "The HP laptop on the desk and the cell phone are mine. Bring them here with the papers and I think I can take care of some of my business that way. I'll give my landlady notice and send money to pay another month's rent on my furnished apartment and extra money to box up my personal stuff. I have a good friend who'll pick them up and hold them for me. I'll tell him I just can't work at the Research Center anymore with the Professor gone and I've made some contacts for work overseas. If the police check they'll find at least two people who had heard my voice and that I'm OK."

Suzanne said, "That should work and I've some ideas on where to go next to find someone to continue Uncle Ben's work, but right now we need to plan for your immediate needs. I can't think of anything except keep you here while we work things out. I was tempted to have Maria fix up one of our spare bedrooms for you, but then she'd hover and you could never be Art Jones. As much as I'm not crazy about a roommate sharing my bed and bathroom, at least in this room you and I can talk and make plans. I'll tell you up front, if you're offended by either one of us being naked in front of the other, Get over it."

"Hey, that's no problem for me."

"I can see that by the bulge in the crotch of those little girl panties. If you're dressed like a girl you'll have to remember not to sit with your knees in the air."

I looked down and I was sitting leaning back against the couch armrest with my feet up on the seat cushion.

Suzanne said, "That brings us to the problem of keeping you from being recognized." She went to her closet and came back with a woman's wig. "I use this when I've decided to cut my hair short and I don't want people to be staring at me to see what's changed." 

She put it on my head and somehow pulled the extra hair to the back. 

"You know that just might work. Your face isn't very girly, but at the age you seem to be, it's not always easy to tell anyway. I think we should keep you hidden as a girl."

"Hey, no matter what I'm running around in I really don't want anyone to see Art Jones. I can only imagine how much I'd be examined, poked and prodded if I'm found this size."

"OK, it's settled then. I'll give Arilla money to make all the purchases. She's taken care of small children for a lot of people so she knows where to shop and what to buy. Since she's willing to nurse you I guess she shouldn't object."

"Wait a minute I was just playing the role I was given. There was nothing sexual in it."

"Oh, blow it out your ear, Jones. I'm going to use the bathroom and take a shower before Maria sends dinner up. Are you going to join me?"

I almost broke my neck getting off the couch. She opened her closet door and started to get undressed. I was trying to do likewise, but I couldn't reach the damn buttons in back. I was still trying when she turned around from hanging up her clothes. 

She said, "Let me help." 

Standing in front of me in bra and underpants, she reached over me and unbuttoned my outfit. All the time I was staring at her mound bulging in a silken enclosure. She took off my outfit and hung it up, treating me to a beautiful only slightly covered rear end. 

She grabbed a robe off a closet hook and headed to the bathroom with me following in her wake. Along the way she picked up the robe I'd worn this morning. It was sitting on a chair long with the nightwear from last night. The ever efficient Maria had seen to it.

I was confused by her attitude about our nakedness. It was if she didn't care. Maybe the fact that she's ten years older, she sees herself taking care of someone who is not only small, but far too young for her. In either case, our gender differences don't seem to mean anything to Suzanne. This whole experience goes from a peak of arousal to a crash of rejection in an instant.

She held the door to the shower open and said, "Come on, you won't be able to reach the faucets. It's best we shower together." Her large shower had built in seats on both sides and I climbed up on one. She used a spray hose to wet me down and then handed me a soaped washcloth to take care of myself. I was trying to wash my back when she took the cloth and scrubbed my back, including my butt. 

When she finished I said, "Let me return the favor." She sat down on my bench while I scrubbed her back, but then she stood up and proceeded to finish the rest herself. I said, "Would you like some help there"? 

She said, "In your dreams, buster." 

Now I was confused even more. Apparently we were going to be platonic roomies. She'd see to my needs without reservation, but that's all there would be to it. The fact that I was a man didn't enter into it and that hurt the most. I decided then and there to make the best of it. She offered my only hope for the future and if she allowed some voyeurism along the way, I'd take what I could get. 

Maria sent up dinner in a dumbwaiter and we sat at a table in her bedroom and enjoyed a quiet conversation. She told me about growing up and how her father had pushed her to excel. She said, "Sometimes I wished he'd married again so he hadn't focused so much on me. I concentrated so hard I wasn't there very much for Arilla and I know she resents it."

I thought, "If you only knew how much she resents you." 

Suzanne said, "What about you? I read your file there's really nothing much in there."

"There's not much to tell. My parents died in a car crash when I was two and I ended up a ward of the State. I lived in a number of foster homes, always sort of a square peg in a round hole. Finally the court sent me to a State run Boy's School. After the foster homes I sort of liked the Boy's School and they stressed Industrial Arts. That's where I found out I had some natural talent working with my hands. When I was eighteen I joined the Army and they sent me for specialized training to work on sophisticated electronic equipment."

"I spent eight years in the Army, but then I wanted something else. A friend told me about your company. You weren't hiring technician's right then so I worked on the building and grounds crew until an opening came along. I floated around from lab to lab until I reached the Professor. I never worked in another lab after that. We just sort of hit it off."

"Did you know we spent every New Years Eve together? When he found out I didn't have any plans that first year he invited me over. His housekeeper, Mrs. Hoffman, would cook us a meal and then go home. The Professor and I would have dinner and then we'd sit in his study long into the night, talking and sharing a little brandy and schnapps. He told me about being a refugee and walking across Europe after WWII. He enjoyed teaching at the University, but it was his close friendship with your father that gave him a chance to do what he loved. And he talked about you. You were the apple of his eye. He'd say, 'My Suzanne she's so smart. Did I tell you what my Suzanne did? My Suzanne is so beautiful. My Suzanne walks on water'."

Suzanne laughed, "I could always count on Uncle Ben to take my side against father. We tried to get Uncle Ben to join us for New Years Eve, but in recent years he said that he and a friend always got together, but I didn't know it was you. I forgot to tell you the legal firm that handles Uncle Ben's affairs is also our company lawyers. We've been told that Uncle Ben made a few bequests to charities in his will, but you're named as his primary beneficiary. We don't know the extent of his estate, but I suspect you're a wealthy man. 

"Ah geez, damn it to hell. Why'd he do that? I didn't ask him for anything. He was my friend!" I rattled on trying to keep the tears from coming. Suzanne went and poured us both another drink. 

She sat on the couch. We touched glasses and Suzanne said, "To loved ones" and I echoed her toast. Never before in my life could I say that and really mean it. 

We talked on until we both started to run down. Suzanne got up and went to the bathroom and this time I didn't follow. I went in after she came out and when I came out, she was already in bed. Since there's only one bed we're obviously sleeping together. I climbed in the bed and she reached out and turned the light out. I was lying there in the dark when she leaned over and gave me another tender kiss and said, "Goodnight Arty."

I said, "Goodnight Suzanne." She promptly rolled over with her back to me. Eventually I fell asleep. Several times during the night, we were in contact face to face and once I found myself covered by her long hair, but all in all I got a long night sleep. The next thing I knew Suzanne was shaking me awake and she was already dressed for work.

"Arty, I've already called Arilla and given her instructions on what I want her to do. She has a credit card issued through my personal account at the company. From time to time I've had her do things for me and I didn't want the statements going to where her mother or her husband would see them. 

"I forgot to tell you that I've found a scientist that may be able to take over Uncle Ben's research. His name is Dr. James Berger and he's known Uncle Ben for years. He has his own research facility in England and I've directed our U.K. solicitors to thoroughly check him out. I'm leaving for London this afternoon to confer with our solicitors and draw up an exclusive contract with Dr. Berger. With luck I should be back in a few days.

"In the meantime, Maria will take care of you. You seemed perfectly comfortable in her arms yesterday. You'll also be busy with Arilla and since you and she have established such a close personal relationship, you shouldn't have any problems."

I was torn between what might be a bit of jealousy from Suzanne and what might happen to me in Arilla's hands. I said, "Are you sure turning things over to Arilla is a good idea? You said yourself that she can be a flake."

"I don't think there'll be a problem. Maria is still in charge and Arilla has her baby to see to. Now I have to get going. There's a lot to do before I catch my flight this afternoon." 

With that I was treated to another brief kiss and Suzanne was gone.

I hopped out of bed and hurried after her hoping to discuss my options some more. By the time I made my way down the stairs to the kitchen, Suzanne was gone. When Maria saw me standing there in my nightgown, she said, "Good Morning little one. Suzanne said we should call you 'Annie' from now on because we are going to hide you as a little girl. Come over here, I fixed a potty for you so you can go yourself. Suzanne said we shouldn't have to keep you in diapers."

She opened some bi-fold doors and I could see some cleaning supplies on shelves. Sitting on the floor was a child's potty chair. Maria said, "This was Suzanne's. I used to keep it here next to the kitchen so I could check on her. Go ahead and use it." 

Maria stood there waiting so I walked over and lifted my nightgown to pee, but she said, "No, no, sit down, girls don stand. If you stand you splash and Maria has to clean up."

OK, I did as I was told. I had to go bad enough that Maria standing there didn't stop me. She actually smiled when she saw by my expression that my bowels were working as well. I guess mothers do that. When I was finished I looked for paper, but it was up higher on a shelf. I stood holding my nightgown up and started to reach for it when Maria grabbed it first. She tore off some paper, bent me over and proceeded to wipe my bottom. 

I thought, "This day is off to a great start. What's next?"



Art, The Story Ch. 05



Author's Note: An accident shrinks a thirty five year old man to just over three feet tall.

***

Maria was washing my hands when Arilla walked in with Juan. "Oh good, he's up. Suzanne gave me a whole list of things to take care of and I'd like to get started."

"We're going to call him, 'Annie', from now on."

"That's good because I'm going to make him look like an 'Annie'."

Maria said, "I was just going to wash 'Annie' and get her dressed. She's hasn't eaten yet either.

"Don't bother, I'll take her to my house just as she is and I'll see that she is bathed and fed. I've brought Juan's things and bottles of my milk so you can take care of him today. Annie and I have some things to do and I don't know when I'll be back." 

In the car, Arilla said, "Well 'Annie' today you are mine. Let's see how that works for you. Maybe you can't talk, but then again, maybe you'll want to before the day is over."

I was thinking, "How can you be frightened and excited at the same time? Probably because I might enjoy Arilla's attention, but how far will she go?"

When we pulled into a driveway a few blocks away, I figured this home belonged to Paul Joyce. The big garage appeared to have six stalls, but when we drove in, the stalls were actually two deep. In some of them there were beautifully restored models. I thought, "I'd love to see them up close," and then it dawned on me that maybe I'll never be able to drive again.

Arilla carried me upstairs to their apartment. 

She said, "We don't have a lot of time because I'm expecting someone who's going to help me in a little bit." 

In the bedroom she stripped off my nightgown and under pants. "You won't need these. We'll get you your own things." 

She laid me across her knees and I started to resist, which brought me a hard slap on my bare bottom. She's Maria's daughter alright. I couldn't tell what she was doing until I felt one of her fingers probing my anus. I tried to tighten my 'pucker chord', but her finger was lubricated and slipped in easily. Her finger slid in and out and she probed as deep as she could reach. She said, "Oh good, you're nice and empty because I'm going to change that. I could feel her finger coming out and then she was wiping her hands and digging in a bedside drawer. The next thing I knew she was shoving something in my anus and it wasn't her finger. 

She said, "You'll like what I'm sticking up your butt. It's mine and I use it whenever Jorge decides it's time for him to as he puts it, 'knock off a piece of ass'. It's a mini butt plug that's only three and a half inches long."

She pushed it in slowly and I thought, "If this is a mini, what the hell does a full size butt plug feel like?" It finally popped in place and I certainly knew something was sticking up my ass. 

"There, it's clear plastic and even in your little backside, it's hardly noticeable; unless someone goes poking in there, and I'm the only one that's going to do that. It's a good thing that it's not any bigger or I don't think you could take it." She laid me down on the bed where she could see my face. "Now the beauty of this mini is that it's a vibrator and the control is wireless. I can lie in bed and get stimulated while Jorge is banging away. He thinks he's making me respond, but he doesn't know about the mini and the controller. He says the anus is 'dirty' and 'damned if he'll put his dick in there'."

"When Suzanne called me and told me what she wanted me to do I thought of the mini right away. I'll turn this controller on, and oh wow, even on low you're already bouncing your little rear end. I'll turn the controller up a little and look; your little dickie is waking up. Let's give it a real test." She opened her blouse and unsnapped her nursing bra. When she lifted my mouth to her breast I didn't need any encouragement to take her nipple in my mouth and begin sucking.

A vibrating butt plug was a new experience for me. It felt like something was alive in there. I wanted to try to lift myself off this thing while at the same time I wanted to press against something to force it in farther. I was wiggling my butt up and down and around when Arilla added to the thrill by squeezing my penis and testicles. I responded all the more by sucking and licking her nipple. Her breast milk seemed almost to be streaming into my mouth. Oh, how I love her milk and the warm sensation it gives my stomach. No wonder babies are so contented. 

Arilla had a dreamy look on her face and she kept sending me signals with the mini control. She started slow, and then she increased the vibration when I was really sucking hard. Finally, she slowed down as we neared the end. By the time I finished draining the second breast, Arilla's hands were full of semen and I was worn out.

She said, "Well that was good for Aunty Arilla and it looked like it was good for little, 'Annie' as well. Let's go shower before Julie get's here." 

When I was standing on the floor she turned the controller back on. She said this was a mini, but if an adult body is stimulated, it made me hop around like I needed to go to the bathroom when I was standing up.

She said, "The beauty of that little gadget in your rear end is that it's waterproof and you will have it inside you whenever you're with me. I don't think you can pull it out yourself, but if you do, I'll put you back in diapers and I guarantee you won't get it out then. If you have to go to the bathroom I'll take you."

I thought, "What's with this mother and daughter team that makes them want to control my toilet action?" 

Arilla dressed me back in my nightgown and we waited for Julie; whoever she is. When the doorbell rang Arilla went to answer it and came back with a young woman. Her visitor had a very pretty face, but her body was extremely thin. Arilla said to her, "This is the child I was telling you about. His mother has sworn me to secrecy, but I can tell you it involves hiding from an abusive husband. She is hoping to get away and figures that her husband will be looking for a woman and a boy so she wants him to pass as a girl. I can promise you a healthy commission. For some reason he doesn't talk, but he hears just fine."

"Chico, this is Julie. We've been friends since grade school so you can trust her. In fact I knew her when her name was Julian. She has a business doing what's she's going to do for you."

Julie said, "Alright, Chico, it is. Let's get these things off you so I can see what we've got to work with. If we're going to fit him with a wig we'll have to shave his head. His hair's too thick and if we did manage to cover it, he'd be way too warm."

Arilla carried me naked into the bathroom and sat me on the sink counter. Julie opened a large case she was carrying and put on some kind of a smock to cover her clothes. She took out barbering tools and soon had my hair clipped down to where she could shave my head. She looked carefully over the rest of my body and said, "Whoever shaved him did a good job. I'd recommend continuing to shave his head and face, but on the rest of his body I'd use a Bikini Cream. You want to keep that away from his head so it doesn't get in his eyes."

Arilla said, "Go ahead, I'll explain it to his mother." 

Julia made short work of the task. I was fearful of the Bikini Cream on my privates and it did burn. As soon as Julia finished, Arilla was already naked and she whisked me into the shower to wash it all off. When it was all done I was naked as a new born. I looked like a billiard cue ball when I saw myself in the bathroom mirror.

When it came to the wig selection, Julia said, "Pick a simple one. Most males won't fuss with it if it takes too long. Soon it looks more like a rat's nest than hair. Unless his mother wants to make the effort, I'd stick with something like this."

"Oh, I don't think his mother wants anyone to doubt he's a girl."

"Then my next choice would be this one."

It wasn't a bad fit, but when I looked in the mirror I saw Art Jones wearing a girl's wig. I figured this rig wouldn't fool a blind squirrel, but both women pronounced it 'perfect'. When I seemed less than enthusiastic my vibrating butt plug came alive and Arilla said. "Oh see, he must like the wig the way he's moving."

Julia said, "OK, now for the next step. This kid's amazing; he's had an erection almost since we started. You'll never hide that stiff one in little girl's panties. Most of us learn control so we can keep our members tucked between our legs until we take it out. It takes awhile and he's too young. We'll have to give him some help." 

She took a fine mesh tube out of her suitcase that had some strings attached. Julia said, "This is based on those finger things where you put two opposite fingers in, but you can't pull them out." She quickly slipped it on my penis. "It goes on easy, but it will be difficult to take off without help. We'll put this thin strap around his waist and fasten it in the back." She reached between my legs and grabbed the strings hanging from the mesh tube on my penis and pulled them up the crack of my ass. She pulled the strings tight while she forced my penis back between my legs. She said, "Pull the string through this ring in back and tie them off. He can still get an erection because the mesh gives, but it won't be comfortable for him. 

"Arilla, you probably shouldn't run around bare ass or he'll always be in pain."

When the mini in my ass came alive, I knew Arilla was using the control to tell me that's exactly what she had in mind. 

Julia said, "I've brought along a couple of outfits for size. Once we have all the sizes, I can pick up more outfits or you can shop yourself." She went out to her car and came back with clothes for me to try on. Every time I didn't respond the way she wanted me to, Arilla used the mini controller. When she got ready to go, Julia put her arm around me and said, "Just relax, kid, and go with it. You may even find you like it. If you don't; no harm, no foul." 

Arilla walked Julia out and when she came back she said, "Well, 'Annie", we still have lots of time before I take you home. What do you think we should do? I'll tell you what; let's get those pretty clothes off you. We can't go getting them messy. She undressed me and then said, "Turn around, I'm going to undo the little dickie holder that Julia put on you, but we'll use that when we're going someplace. It took her awhile to get the string unknotted so I'd have a problem doing it myself. I could probably find a way to cut myself out of it, but then Arilla would just replace it. The last to come off was my new wig.

"There now, now it's my turn." She undressed down to her panties and said, "I'm going to let you take my panties off as a start and I want you to start putting some spirit into what you're doing or I'm just going to fuck your face like I did yesterday." 

I stepped up and put my face into her crotch and slipped my hands up under her panties from below. I started licking the area over her clit. I used my hands on her butt cheeks to pull my face in harder. I started to slowly pull down her panties. When the top of her vulva was exposed I started licking there while I pushed her panties down further. I pushed against her and steered her toward the bed. She sat down on the edge. I spread her knees apart and knelt down, but I had to find a way to get her knees up and my shoulders wouldn't work.

I got up and dragged a nearby vanity bench over to the bed. She got the idea quickly and put her feet up on the bench. I ducked under her knees and stood with my body pressed against her vulva. She had her arms behind supporting herself upright, so I leaned forward and began licking one of her nipples and massaging the other with my hand. I pushed my other hand between my body and her vulva and started fingering the area over her clit. She wrapped her arms around me and lay back on the bed. I was bent over from the waist with my mouth still on one of her nipples when she used her legs in a scissors grip to squeeze me tighter into her crotch. 

I looked up and Arilla had raised her head and was staring at me. "Oh, Chico, Chico, no one caresses my boobs like you do. I wish Jorge would even look at me like you look at my boobs.. . . .I'm sorry I treat you so bad."

I was enjoying myself so much I almost missed her whispered apology. Maybe there's more to Arilla than I thought. I stood upright and pushed down on her knees and she relaxed her scissors grip and put her feet back up the vanity bench. I bent down and gave a final kiss to those upright little nipples and started kissing my way down her body. When I stuck my tongue in her navel her whole body shivered and I heard a squeal or something. I slid down to my knees all the while massaging the area over her clit. I used my other hand to massage the edge of her inner lips from near her anus to her clit while making love to each inner thigh with my mouth. 

When my kissing and licking on her thigh came near her vulva, she spread her legs as far as she could. Eventually I spread her inner lips with my fingers and started licking the area around her hood and 'bingo' up popped her clit. I took the little fellow in my mouth and licked and sucked, feeling it come alive. To me a woman's clit was like a string on a finely tuned musical instrument. If I sucked and licked it just the right way, I was making 'music' for both of us. I tried to let the 'music' build until when I nibbled with my teeth, the final chord reached a crescendo with moaning and groaning and Arilla tried to pull me into her vulva. 

All the while I had the fingers of one hand inside the opening to her vagina, running my fingers around and around. I had three of my small fingers inside her testing every surface I could feel. Arilla was bouncing her butt slightly on the bed with my probing. Her vagina was inviting my hand inside and I obliged. Soon my whole hand disappeared. As I massage all around, rotating my hand and slightly pumping forward and back, I was rewarded with her juices. I bent my head and started licking my wrist where the juices were building. Every so often I returned to sucking and licking her clit. 

I could hear Arilla moaning and groaning, but buried where I was I couldn't make it out and I wasn't trying to. She kept thrusting her vulva toward me and my hand went deeper inside her. I made a fist and used my knuckles against the sides. She was able to squeeze my fist with such force I couldn't easily move in or out, but I could open and close my fist. I continued licking around my wrist trying to stay up with her juices. When I mouthed her clit, I closed my teeth gently and was rewarded with a rapid series of contractions. When she relaxed I thought she might want me to stop. 

I had reached deep inside her vagina and I was afraid I might be too near her cervix and hurt her. She didn't resist when I withdrew my hand. The amount of her juices at the opening to the vagina was amazing. I used both my fingers on both hands to spread her inner lips and buried my face putting my mouth against her vagina opening. I licked and sucked and Arilla grabbed my head and pulled it tight against her vulva.

After a long series of contractions with my face pressed against her vulva, Arilla sat up and lifted me up onto the bed. She knelt and straddled my face. With her knees pressed against me and spread wide, her vagina was even more open than it had been when I was kneeling between her legs. Now I could tongue around the opening to her vagina and her juices just seemed to run into my mouth. 

Unlike yesterday, this was much more relaxed. She reached behind her and took my erect penis in her hand and began to stroke it. I know I exploded in her hand several times and her I could feel her whole body shiver and deliver another wave of her juices. 

The amount of juice gradually slowed, but I stayed with it. I had my eyes shut because my face was covered with Arilla's juices. I still couldn't see much with her vulva in my face, but I realized her knees were spread on either side of my body. I raised my hands and felt the cheeks of her butt right above me. I ran one of my hands down her backside and surprise, surprise; her anus was just below my chin. On one of my pauses between licking, I gave her little pucker hole a lick as well. Anyway, it got her attention so when my juice covered fingers probed her anus, she was ready. With two fingers inside, I worked around the opening lubricating it. 

When I coned my hand and started to push in three fingers she resisted. I wanted to yell, "Hey, you've got a butt plug shoved up my ass right now, but you don't want my fingers in yours." All of a sudden she relaxed her sphincter muscle and my coned hand popped inside. Keeping my hand inside, I slipped out from under her and got up on my knees. I put my hand on her back and encouraged her to put her head down on the bed with her butt in the air and she did. With her knees spread like that, the opening to her vagina presented itself. 

I didn't know how sore she was, but when I probed her vagina again with my hand she accepted it readily. Now I had one hand in her vagina and another in her rectum. With the double penetration I wanted her in control. When she pulled forward I pulled back, when she thrust back, I pushed forward. I knuckled and fisted the inside of both openings while she was thrusting. I was amazed by the vigor of her body motion because I was wearing out. 

Apparently Arilla is a religious person because she yelled out in Spanish all of the Deities I'd ever heard of and a few I hadn't. She also interspersed enough of what I thought were Spanish equivalents of four letter words so that I doubted she was praying.

Finally she stopped and I laid my face on her butt cheek and rested with both hands still inside her. When she raised her head off the bed, I withdrew both arms. She got off the bed, swept me up in her arms and headed for the bathroom. She walked directly into the shower. After the shower, Arilla ran water in the bathtub and sat down with me in her lap. The tub filled slowly and we sat there just relaxing. 

She said, "Little Chico, you surprised me. After today I'll always want your bald little head buried in my pussy. I always thought you were a little man and not a small boy and today you proved it. You know I'm going to find out the truth about Suzanne and you can find a way to tell me. The longer you take, the harder it's going to be on you. I'm going to keep you close to me and you'll please me many times like you did today. Oh, we're going to have such fun together every day."

I thought, "OK, so you're still the same Arilla." 

I stood in front of her while she washed me all over. She knelt in the tub and had me wash her back and then she leaned over and presented her ass to be washed. She said, "Come on, we'll rinse off in the shower." 

Back in the bedroom she helped me dress in one of the little girl outfits. She said, "Oh Chico, I know how much you hate dressing like this. I plan giving you a lot of little girl experiences. For now, I'm going to leave your little dickie holder off until I can explain it to Mama. Bend over, I'm going to pull out the mini-butt plug. I keep forgetting to turn it on. I won't forget that again."



Art, The Story Ch. 06



Author's Note: An accident shrinks a thirty five year old man to just over three feet tall.

***

Back at Suzanne's, Maria praised Arilla for my changes. "Oh, I don't think anyone would know him now. Suzanne will be so pleased with what you've done. 'Annie' can't stay dressed up like that all the time you'll have to get play clothes."

"I know, we're going shopping for more outfits tomorrow so we'll be gone most of the day. Did you have any problem with my Juan?"

"Oh no, he's a good boy. He even let his grandma nap today."

"It's almost time for Jorge, I'd better get home." 

Arilla came over and gave me a peck on the cheek. She also gave me a hard pinch on the backside and whispered, "I can't wait until tomorrow." As she went out the door she said, "Mama, I left one of Juan's bottles in the refrigerator for 'Annie'. You probably should see she goes potty it's been awhile and you don't want any accidents." The grin she gave me was wicked.

Maria promptly directed me toward the child's potty chair. When I finished, she checked and said, "If you can't poop before bedtime, Don worry, I'll put a diaper on you just in case." 

Maria fed me she always did and then parked herself in a rocker to give me a bottle and watch TV. It was a Spanish language station, but I didn't mind, at least it was a diversion for awhile. I was going nuts with my imposed silence.

At bedtime, Maria gave me a bath and then when I failed her potty test, she put on a diaper. I thought, "OK, when she goes back downstairs, I'll get out of this thing. Maybe I can manage a bit of brandy from Suzanne's liquor cabinet. I could sure use something after today."

It was not to be. When I was finished Maria carried me back downstairs and put me in her bed. She said, "Little one, I know Suzanne takes you to her bed to comfort you and since she's gone, I keep you with me tonight."

I thought, "Alright I can deal with that, but that means no brandy." 

Maria turned out the light and went into her bathroom. I was laying there mulling over the day's events when the bathroom light went out and the door opened. I could sense more than see Maria move to the other side of the bed and climb in. Shortly she leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek and said, "Goodnight little one, maybe Suzanne be back tomorrow."

I thought, "OK, so now I know Maria sleeps in the nude and what do you think about that, Arty old boy?" I slept fitfully. Every time I touched bare skin, I scooted away thinking, "What will she think? She's almost twice my actual age. OK, she doesn't think I'm a thirty five year old man, she thinks I'm a young boy." That was too much thinking about thinking and I fell asleep.

I was scooting away for the umpteenth time when Maria picked me up and laid me on her bare stomach. I was laying there with my head on her huge pillow breasts when she said, "Rest easy little one, go to sleep." She held me in place with her arms and sleep I did.

The next thing I knew it was morning and Maria was shaking me awake. She must get up at the crack of dawn. After a bath I was again introduced to the child's potty chair. Sitting there naked with Maria encouraging me to "go" didn't work so she unceremoniously wrapped me in a towel and gave me breakfast. Arilla, who I'd dubbed 'Mistress Evil', arrived with her offspring right on schedule.

She said, "I'll take 'Annie' upstairs and get her dressed."

"He should go number two before you dress him and he didn't drink any milk."

"Well, we'll take care of both of those before she's dressed." She disappeared in her mother's room and came out carrying a box under her arm and said, "Come on 'Annie'."

When I got off the chair the towel fell off. Arilla picked it up and threw it over the chair and started me toward the stairs.

She made me go up ahead of her. All the way up she kept making cracks about, "Look at that cute little bare tush, it makes you just want to pinch it," and she did. I went up as fast as I could, but not fast enough to avoid two more pinches, three hard slaps and a major goose. Arilla thought it was hilarious. 

In the bathroom she opened the box and took out a rubber bulb and a nozzle. She said, "Mama has this thing about an empty bowel being a healthy bowel and she used this many times on me." She filled the large rubber bulb with water and said, "OK, let's get you cleaned out because I brought along that butt plug you like so much. She laid me across her knees on my stomach and stuck the lubricated nozzle in my anus. She hadn't taken any pains to warm the water and when that cold water filled me it was a jolt.  

I hopped around on the floor almost bent over with cramps until she held me so I could expel the water. She did it two more times and then she said, "Even Mama would call that a clean bowel." She put me across her knees again and used her finger with Vaseline to lubricate my anus and then she slipped in the mini butt plug. When she turned the controller on there's no way I could stand still. She said, "You know I could probably find music for that little dance you do." Arilla was truly enjoying herself.

Next came the mesh sleeve over the penis. She really pulled the strings tight before she tied them off in the back. She laid me across her knees on my stomach again and spread my legs apart. She said, "You know, the end of the mesh tube is open. You really could pee like a girl with this on. For today then we'll really give your disguise as 'Annie' a test. 

She carried me into the bedroom and sat in one of the easy chairs. When she offered one of her nipples, I didn't hesitate to start sucking, I should have, but I didn't. Her milk had just started flowing with a good stream when she turned on the mini but plug vibrator. I tried to will my penis not to respond, but it was no use. It was truly painful, but not as bad as I had anticipated. I couldn't imagine bending my penis that much when it was fully erect, so maybe it was something less than fully erect. It seemed to cycle. It would build up to the point I almost couldn't stand it and then back off only to stiffen back up again. Arilla watched my expression changes with a big smile on her face. I tried to control myself, but lying naked in a woman's arms sucking on her nipple with a vibrator in my ass was just too much.

Dressed as a little girl and with my wig on we were off to carry out the rest of Arilla's plan. The first stop was an exclusive store for children's clothing. Apparently, Suzanne had given Arilla a big budget. We were ushered into a private dressing room and assigned our personal sales clerk. Ours was a young woman in her early twenties, almost half my age. She introduced herself as Jenny. There was a small stage in front of several mirrors. The stage must be just to make it easier to dress and undress the child. The clerk helped me undress while Arilla sat there and grinned. I stood there in panties and camisole while she took my measurements. 

Arilla was busy with her controller so I was fidgeting while I stood there. The clerk turned to Arilla and said, "My, she's a muscular little girl."

"Oh yes, you should see what she can do with those strong little hands and arms."

The clerk picked out several outfits and brought them for me to try on. She said, "Honey, which of these do you like?"

Arilla said, "I'm sorry she doesn't talk."

The clerk turned to me and tried again, "Why don't you point to the one you like the best." When I just shrugged, she said to Arilla, "It looks like she may have to go to the bathroom. I can take her if you'd like." 

"Well thank you. 'Annie' go with the nice lady. Just remember what Aunty told you this morning."

The clerk walked me across the store to the ladies room. She came in the stall with me, probably to see that the stores clothing didn't get damaged. She stooped down and said, "Here honey, let me help." With that she reached under the dress and pulled down my panties and lifted me up on the seat. I had a hard time starting my stream and I think she was about to give up when it started and it took awhile to empty my bladder. She said, "You really had to go, didn't you?" When I finished going she took toilet paper and reached behind me under my crotch. I was waiting for a big response when she felt my penis, but instead she looked at me and smiled. "Don't worry, honey, your secret's safe with me. I knew as soon as you stepped up on the stage. I help dress and undress little girls every day. Most little girls stand facing the mirrors with their backs to me, but you stood there facing me like you were in a 'batter's box' and wanted to hit something." She gave my bare butt a pat and pulled up my panties. 

After that whenever she was helping me in or out of an outfit her hand seemed to always brush my crotch from the front or the behind. Once when her hand was on the crack of my ass she wiggled the butt plug and smiled. Now both she and Arilla were enjoying themselves, but I sure as hell wasn't. Well I was, but it was painful. 

Arilla made arrangements to have most of the clothes delivered to Suzanne's house except for a few items that she took with her. Before we left Jenny said, "Thank you Mrs. Gomez for your order. Let me give you my card. I'm a certified clothing consultant for children's clothing and I'm available here or in your home." She lowered her voice and said, "My roommate and I also provide childcare for some of our special customers in their home or in our apartment. We have staggered hours here, so there's always one of us home. We'd love to take care of Annie sometime." 

As we walked out the door Jenny said to me, "Goodbye Annie, come back," and she blew me a kiss. 

Next was a health club exclusively for women. Arilla used a magnetic key to let us in. Mid morning must be the busy time because the locker room was full of women dressing and undressing. She leaned down and said, "Maybe I should pull those strings a little tighter, don't you think?"

Arilla stood me on the bench in front of her locker and undressed me. She opened a bag from the clothing store and brought out a little girls leotard. I hadn't tried this on so she must have got it while I was in the bathroom. There was a little frilly skirt so when she pulled it up, my crotch had some cover. She kind of stood in front of me so no one really got a close look at me naked. Unfortunately, her body also got in my way as well. I kept trying to peek around her at all the naked female bodies. 

She whispered, "Chico, put your eyes back in your head." 

I had no doubt she was grinning from ear to ear. 

Out on the floor, there were a few young girls at their mother's side. I saw a sign that children must be observed at all times by a parent or responsible adult. Arilla had me run on one of the treadmills and then use a small bike, but she soon got tired of standing at my side. She led me to a chair along the wall and said, "Wait here while I workout." 

A woman I'd seen handing out towels in the locker room came up and said, "Come with me, sweetie, your aunt says I can take you in the locker room. I've got some work for bored young girls."

In the locker room I sat in a chair by her desk and helped hand out towels. For someone obsessed with the female body, the multitude of naked women before me had my system in danger of overload. I actually wondered if my straining hog tied penis could be permanently damaged. So many assorted sized breasts and nipples, hairy and naked mons, and oh, those bouncing naked rear ends. 

I think I was in a trance when Arilla shook me and said, "We have to go now."

She turned to the locker room attendant and said, "Cynthia, we'll have to shower at home. An emergency has come up. Come on, Annie." 

With that she hustled me out of the building and into her car. When we were driving I could see a grin on her face and I wondered, "What emergency?"

She looked at my quizzical expression and said, "Your little bald head has a date with my pussy, remember!"

So I shared her wide grin knowing the emergency. 

She was shedding her workout clothes as she ushered me into the bedroom. I slipped the leotard shoulder straps off, but the suit itself was so tight, I was having a hard time getting it off. She picked me up with one arm and stripped the leotards all the way off and pulled off my wig. It took awhile getting the mesh tube untied and freeing my penis and she was cursing all the way. It finally came loose or I think she would have cut it off, the string that is. Oh man, it felt good to have it off and I truly believe my penis had never been harder.

She pulled the vanity bench up next to the bed, but then she threw herself back on the bed holding me to her body. She said, "Little Chico, I ignored your needs yesterday so today I'm going to do you first, then you can take the rest of the day pleasing me."

She put a pillow under her head and then raised me up so I was standing straddling her neck. She put another pillow across her chest and sat me down on it. She must have given some thought to the arrangement because, shazam, there was the tip of my penis right at her lips. She started licking the tip until she probably tasted some precum. Her hands had been resting on my hips and now she raised my whole body above her, opened her mouth and then lowered me down and my whole penis and hanging testicles disappeared into her mouth. I still had my feet more or less on the bed and my hands on either side of her head, but she was supporting most of my body.

She sucked and licked my whole package and then like she was lifting free weights over her head she slowly raised my hips. My testicles popped back out of her mouth and then my penis slid out slowly with her licking and sucking the whole time. When just the tip was in her mouth she must have sucked hard because I could feel it the whole length of my shaft. Then she opened her mouth wide and lowered me with my penis and testicles disappearing again. She kept repeating with a rhythmic motion until at the top of the stroke with just the head of my penis in her mouth, she nibbled it with her teeth and I unloaded into her mouth. She continued lowering me into her mouth and then licking my penis like it was an all day sucker, she pulled it out by raising my body. 

Eventually she sat me back on the pillow on her chest. I've never been drained like that. My poor little member just lay there exhausted with Arilla occasionally licking the very tip. Then the mini butt plug came alive. I thought, "Where the hell does she hide that damn controller?", But then wonder of wonders, my penis started to come alive again. We managed two more repeat performances and then my penis announced that it was down for awhile. 

Arilla said, "OK. Little Chico, it's your turn. Maybe we can do a repeat later on."

I had just gotten off the bed when a door slammed and a man's voice yelled, "Arilla, where are you?."

"Oh my God, it's Jorge. Get under the bed, quick." 

I slid my bare butt under the bed and she threw my leotards and wig under with me. When I got hit in the face with the mesh tube, I figured she had found everything just as the door burst open.

"There you are. Why didn't you answer me?"

"I did. I was in the closet getting my robe."

"What are you doing undressed in the middle of the day? Where's my son?"

"I just came in from exercising and was going to take a shower. Mama is watching our son. What are you doing home?"

"I came to get the insurance paper that we both signed. Personnel told me it had to be in today, so the boss told me to go home and get it. You know as long as you're already bare assed and you haven't taken a shower yet, how about a 'nooner'?"

I could see Arilla's bare feet and her husband's work shoes. There was the sound of a zipper and Jorge's pants dropped around his feet to be followed by his boxers. Arilla's feet disappeared from view and her robe hit the floor. When Jorge's shoes and pants disappeared, I thought, "The asshole's not even going to take his shoes off. He'd be better off standing her up against the wall. OK, OK, close your mind, Jones, this is none of your business." 

I tried to think of something else, but then I heard, whap, whap, whap. It sounded like somebody was dribbling a basketball down the court. I realized Jorge was thrusting into her and that was body contact. It seemed like the whap, whap, whap went on for some time, but who the hell was watching time. There can't be anything worse for a man than listening to another man make love to a woman he knows.

The pair of feet wearing shoes hit the floor first and then the boxers and pants were pulled up and I heard the zipper again. The man's voice said, "What the hell is that vanity bench doing by the side of the bed?"

"I was going to paint my toenails after I showered." 

"Jesus Christ, is that all you have to do? Why don't you spend more time cleaning this apartment and how come your mother's always got Juan? If I get a break and come home I want to see my son. I work hard all day. At least you could do something."

She said, "Your friend, Jim, brags to me how the two of you are always goofing off at the Research Center. And you never pay any attention to Juan when you are home."

He moved quickly and I heard the sound of a slap, and then Arilla's bare feet hit the floor heading toward the bathroom. He yelled after her, "You better work harder on the exercises. If you lost some of the fat on your ass maybe you'd have more bounce when I fuck you and I wouldn't have to do all the work." 

I thought, "OK, so he's not just an asshole, he's a first class asshole."

When the front door slammed, the bathroom door opened and Arilla came out and climbed into bed. I didn't hear anything from her so I slid out and stood at the side of the bed. Her back was toward me and I could hear her sniffling. I didn't know what to do. Finally I crawled up on the bed and knelt behind her. I massaged the back of her neck. With my small hands it probably wasn't doing much good. I just wanted her to know I was there. She reached back and put a hand over mine so I guess she knew. 

She also got up on her knees with her face buried in the pillow facing away from me and her rump up in the air. It was an open invitation, well sort of, her knees were closed. I started running my hands up and down her inner thighs. Gradually she started to spread her knees. I gently touched her inner lips near her vagina and she jumped. I reached between her legs to the top of her vulva and began to carefully massage the area around her clit. She began to respond, but every so often I'd hit a sensitive spot and then I'd have to start over. 

I thought I heard her say something about her ass, so I started making love to it. I thought to myself, "You have a fine ass, indeed it's a very fine ass." I spread her cheeks and kissed up and down her crack always applying a lick to her anus. She was so sore I was afraid to try to see if she was wet enough to lubricate my fingers so I spit on them and started to probe her anus. I had two fingers inside When and was pushing in the third when I felt there was stool in my way. I coned my fingers and tried anyway, but there was no way I was going to penetrate her rectum. 

She sensed what was wrong and got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. I laid there for some time waiting for her, but she never came back. I opened the bathroom door to check on her she was sitting on the toilet and her face was red from the exertion of trying to empty her bowels. Even with her red face I still could see the mark of her husband's slap. When she saw me the tears came. Her whole body was racked with sobs. I didn't blame her. Her husband had treated her as a piece of meat and made her so sore she couldn't even minister to herself, let alone have someone else help her. Then she gets slapped and her husband says her ass is too fat. Then to cap it off, her boy toy can't make love to her ass because her rectum is full. 




Art, The Story Ch. 06



I stood there not knowing what to do, but a woman's tears always gets to me. I made a motion like I was squeezing an enema bulb. Arilla said, "No, I don't have one. I'll have to take something." She kept trying while the tears rolled down her face. I looked at this woman who been such a tormentor with mixed emotions. We weren't in any kind of a relationship. I could even leave and walk the two blocks to Suzanne's house. Still I had licked, sucked, kissed and nibbled much of her body, particularly from her anus to her clit, didn't that intimacy mean something.

I walked close to her and stood between her knees and reached under her. When my finger probed her anus she pulled me forward and held me against her body. Actually my face was pressed between her breasts, but my thoughts weren't there. With my small fingers and Arilla help we took care of her problem. 

I stepped back while she finished up and I watched her face change expressions. There was the shy smile, followed what looked like shame, then the hurt little girl face followed by a face showing deep anger. OK, I'm a sucker. Pop-psychology 101 tells me I'm a substitute victim for Arilla's anger toward her husband. She enjoys making my life miserable just like she'd like to make his life miserable. Now that I've helped her, she'll have to make my life more miserable because now I made her feel guilty and I've got to pay for that. Tomorrow hopefully Suzanne will be back or maybe by the next day. If I tell her all about Arilla's miserable life she'll talk to Maria. Then Suzanne, Maria, Arilla and Jones would all be miserable and Jorge's will still be an asshole. Oh yeah, and I'd still be vertically challenged. 

Arilla said, "I'll take you home now and pick up Juan." 

I started rummaging through the plastic bag with our street clothes that Arilla had grabbed at the health center. I pulled on the panties and got the camisole over my head when the phone rang. Arilla answered it.

"Hello Mama, we're just about to leave for your house. Oh, did you take anything?...Is Juan alright? . . . .Alright we'll keep 'Annie' over here for the night. Maybe you'll feel better tomorrow. Bye now."

She looked at me with kind of a frightened look. "Mama is sick. She wants me to come and get Juan right away so he doesn't catch anything. She also doesn't want me to bring you into the house and I should keep you overnight with me. I can't keep you here. I have no idea what Jorge might do. I have to find somebody, wait a minute." She rummaged in her purse and came up with a card. 

I had an idea who she was calling. "Jenny, this is Mrs. Gomez. I was in your store this morning with my niece Annie. You remember us? Good...I'm glad it's a nice commission for you. Do you suppose you could watch Annie overnight?......"Wonderful, when can I bring her? . . . That's fine; I'll be there in twenty minutes."

Arilla said, "Let's get your dickie trap back on you. You're supposed to be a little girl and I want to get that mini butt plug out of your ass." 

I thought, "OK, so Jenny knows I'm not a little girl, so what. At least I don't have to deal with the asshole, Jorge."



Art, The Story Ch. 07



Author's Note: An accident shrinks a thirty five year old man to just over three feet tall.

***

When Jenny met us in front of the store, Arilla said, "I'm sorry I didn't have time to pack any sleepwear for her."

"Don't worry about it, we'll make do with something."

Jenny took my hand when I climbed out of the car. 

She said, "My car is around back. My roommate's left early; she's making dinner right now. I'll bet you're hungry." When I grinned up at her she said, "Your Aunt never did tell me why you can't talk. Can you write?"

When I nodded my head yes, she said, "Good, then we'll get along just fine."

She lived in an apartment building and we took the elevator from the basement parking garage. Jenny said, "You'll like my roommate, Amy, she's very special."

Jenny used her key to let us in the Apartment. 

She called out, "Amy, we're home."

The young woman who came to meet us looked about Jenny's age. She was a little taller and stockier, but they could have been sisters. They kissed each other on the lips and hugged each other. 

"Annie, this is my roommate, Amy. Amy, this is, Annie, the special girl I told you about. Annie can't talk, but she can write so we'll be fine. Annie, Amy and I share everything so I have to tell her about you know, that thing between your legs. Is that alright?"

I shook my head "yes" so Jenny proceeded to tell Amy what I was sure she'd already told her. 

"Annie has a penis and it's wrapped up so tight it has to hurt. She's a little girl, but part of her is a little boy. That's alright because Amy and I like both girls and boys, don't we Amy?"

Amy said, "We sure do. Annie. Would you like me to release your little penis so you'll be more comfortable?" 

When I nodded my head "yes", Amy raised my skirt and pulled down my panties. Jenny was behind me trying to get the strings untied. When my penis popped out in front, Amy rolled down the mesh sleeve and took it off. My relief was so great I had a hard time keeping my mouth shut. 

Jenny said, "Why don't we take off your dress and you can stay in your panties and camisole. I see your aunt has taken out the butt plug. Do you and she play games with each other?" 

I nodded my head "yes". 

"That's good because Amy and I like games. Would you like to join us?" 

I about shook my head off nodding "Yes". 

Jenny hung up my dress and said, "You know, Annie looks comfortable, I'm going to get down to my underwear too. How about you, Amy?"

Amy said, "Don't let it ever be said that I didn't join in the fun." 

It was a pleasant dinner sitting there with the two women in their panties and bras. Sometimes I answered their questions in writing and then we got into that game where the one giving the clue can't speak and pantomimes clues. I really didn't know how to play the game but I did my best. At times they were laughing so hard they were bent over holding their stomachs. It wasn't because my answers were so funny, it was probably because they were so far off the mark. 

Amy finally said, "Well I'm for bed, how about the two of you?"

Jenny said, "Annie, we have a separate bedroom you could use or you could join Amy and I. We have a large bed, but our tossing and turning could keep you awake." 

I pointed to the two of them and Jenny said, "Good, then you'll join Amy and me, but you don't have anything to wear. I told your aunt we'd make do. You could wear something of ours, but I think it would be too big." 

Amy said, "Well, she could sleep in her underwear, but then she'd have to wear the same underwear tomorrow, ugh. Annie, you could sleep nude, but then we'd be dressed and that wouldn't be making you feel at home."

Jenny said, "I know, we'll all sleep nude then no one will feel bad." That brought both them to giggling fits. Now I'm normally not into giggling, but in truth, I was giggling with them.

We stood there with both of them looking at me, so I took off my camisole and panties and stood there with my erection standing straight out. This was getting to be old hat for me. The two women stood there and I thought, "OK, the gags on me," but then they laughed and both stripped down. I took off my wig and both of them squealed and gave me a head rub. They got into the king size bed and left room for me on one side.

Jenny turned out the lights, but the bedroom was still dimly lit with some sort of diffused lighting. The two women began their lovemaking. I lay there watching and it was nothing like I could ever have imagined. I never gave much thought about a woman wanting to make love to another woman, but I always wanted to make love to a woman, so what's the difference?

They looked like they were having so much fun I wanted to join them. One time I watched a raccoon uncover a hive of ground bees to get at their honey. The bees drove him off and he sat some distance away watching that honey. He wanted it in the worst way, but he knew it was going to be painful. I was doing the same thing. I wanted to dip into that honey pot, but the women's rejection could be painful.

I wasn't sure just how to approach these two female bodies. It wasn't likely they would offer an invitation, but it would be best not to introduce a discordant note into their lovemaking rhythm. In their present position there was a lovely rear end unattended so I proceeded to make love to it. From this angle I didn't know if it was Jenny's or Amy's and truthfully it didn't make any difference. Parting her cheeks I kissed and licked up and down the seam and paid attention to a cute little rosebud opening with my tongue.

When the rear end disappeared with a shift of bodies, a delicious breast with its inviting nipple made itself available. In this manner I made my way around the two writhing bodies taking advantage of every opportunity. My size was a plus, I could reach an arm and hand into small openings. 

When one of the women was fully engaged in addressing the other's vulva, I sometimes was able to equally engage hers. Again my size helped, I was able to not only extend an arm and hand into an area, but occasionally my head as well. In fact my face and bald head seemed to be a favorite with the women. The first recognition that I had joined the party was when one of the women put a hand on my head and pushed my face into her vulva. I did my best to respond with my nose, lips and tongue since my hands were usually engaged elsewhere. 

There were times I was totally passive in that my body and body parts went where the women pushed, pulled or forced them. My job was as I saw it was to respond accordingly with mouth, fingers or whatever. I'm almost certain at one time the toes of one foot were inside a vagina. Those digits are not particularly dexterous, but I wiggled them the best I could and was rewarded with a squeal right in my ear. For a moment I was confused because it didn't seem anatomically possible for my foot to be in that particular vagina and still have her mouth in my ear.

My needs weren't overlooked either. I usually found a hand on my penis pushing it here and there. The only problem was sometimes I think they forgot that it was still attached. Sometimes the hand was replaced with a mouth and at least once I knew it was in a vagina. When I exploded in a mouth I figured that was expected, but I also exploded in the vagina. That may not have been expected. My rear end was also in play. Most of the time there was one or two fingers in my anus and even once I thought they were my own, but I couldn't be certain. 

Whenever a clit was presented I made the best of the opportunity to lick and suck, but sometimes the time was too short. It was the same with massaging a vagina opening. Sometimes it was long enough time for me to get my hand deep in their vagina passage, sometimes it wasn't. Within a short time, whatever vagina was made available, it was dripping with the owners juices. 

That was when I made my great scientific discovery. I could distinguish between vaginas by the taste of the juices coming from it. I didn't know whether it was Jenny's or Amy's, just that they were different. Actually when I had my nose buried in their crotch, the two women also smelled different. 

Since I spent a great deal of time in the crotch area of the women, I was covered with their juices from head to toe. Had they actually shoved me up their vaginas, I probably wouldn't have been more covered with their juices. Eventually it seemed the two women seemed to cede their crotch areas to me and were kissing and holding each other. It had been an active night. There were times when it was physically demanding for my small body trapped in some positions, but it had been a grand and glorious time.

The two women fell asleep in each other arms facing each other. I ended up between them with my head near their crotches. I was lying on my back with my arms crossed on my chest and each of the women had their lower leg pressing against the side of my body nearest them. Almost in unison they threw their upper leg across me so that I became a 'body pillow' trapped between their legs. My shoulders were against their vulvas and with my arms crossed I could place two fingers in the area of their clit. With their rubbing against me, it seems we all approved of the arrangement.

In the morning Amy was the first to get up. I rolled over and faced who I thought was Jenny and she used her leg over my body to pull my face into her vulva. I found her clit and it popped out from under her hood as soon as my tongue touched the area. I sucked and licked and she used her hands to force my face against her. I put my fingers into her vagina and began massaging the opening. It wasn't long before Jenny was pushing my hand in deeper. I could feel her contractions coming one after another. I was still using my tongue when I heard Amy's voice behind me, "Jenny, are you going to let him out of your pussy long enough for us to get dressed?"

Jenny said, "I'm going to pee and I'll fill the tub. Why don't you let Annie give your pussy a morning kiss," and that she did. 

I was laying there sort of pooped. Amy slapped my backside and said, "Come on, missy, you may have all day, but Jenny and I are working girls."

When we walked into the bathroom I went to the toilet, but this bowl was also too high. Amy said, "I'll show you how I helped my little brother." She stood in front of the bowl and lifted me up to stand on her instep and that was just high enough. Amy said, "I used to do that for my little brother. He used to call it, 'pee time'. It was dumb, but it was special between just the two of us back then."

Jenny was already in the enclosed tub when Amy and I stepped in. The two women sat facing each other with their knees up and put me between them. Jenny scrubbed my back while Amy did the front. I was thoroughly scrubbed and I mean thoroughly. After she was finished the two women slid their butts closer together and Amy took my penis in her mouth, I could feel first one then two soapy fingers slide in my anus. The two women doubled teamed me and when I exploded in Amy's mouth she drained every bit. They turned me around and repeated with Jenny doing the sucking and Amy the probing. 

When they were finished with me Amy sat me on the edge of the tub and the two women proceeded to scrub each other. I enjoyed every minute of the show. Amy handed me soap, turned and placed a foot up on the edge of the tub and put her rear end near my face. I understood, I was the rear end scrubber and scrub Amy's rear end I did. Jenny was kneeling in front of Amy taking care of business there. I had soaped my hands and used both of them to soap every inch of her butt, which included significant time with my fingers in her anus to make sure that was clean as well. Jenny and Amy switched places and eventually someone turned on the shower to rinse the three of us off. 

When we were getting dressed Amy said, "Annie, I have to put that mesh sleeve on your dick or your aunt will wonder." She slipped it on and tied it off in the back, but not nearly as tight as Arilla. 

"Jenny, what will you tell his Aunt?"

"Oh, that's easy, Amy. I'll tell Mrs. Gomez that her niece was a perfect 'little lady'."

With that Jenny and Amy giggled uncontrollably almost doubled over, I thought, "These women are only in their mid twenties and they have no concept that figuratively they've had sex with someone they think is an underage boy. I suppose they don't consider that our ages are that different and my 'Aunt' and I are already into something 'hinky', so she's not going to complain. They're a couple of sweethearts. I'll have to figure a way to maybe warn them from trying that again, except I'd be sure to accept a repeat. Maybe I should confess all to them, because then they can say they knew I was a thirty five year old man."

The phone rang and Jenny picked it up. Oh, hi Mrs. Gomez, we were just going to feed her......You'll take care of that......It's no bother, believe me.....Oh yes, she was a perfect little lady." Amy was trying to keep from laughing out loud. "We'll have her there in twenty minutes then. Goodbye." 

Jenny turned to me. "She's got something she wants from you, doesn't she? You know, I don't think I like your aunt." When I didn't respond, she said, "Annie, listen to me. I'm going to give you our phone number and I want you to hide it someplace safe. If you need help, you have someone call Amy or me. You understand?" 

I walked over and climbed up on a kitchen chair and held my arms out. Jenny walked over and I hugged her and kissed her cheek. Jenny hugged and kissed me back. I held my arms out to Amy and she and I hugged and kissed her as well. 

Arilla was waiting for us at the store. She said, "Was Annie any trouble?"

"Oh no Mrs. Gomez, just like I told you on the phone, she was a perfect little lady." I almost laughed, but Jenny brought it off with a straight face. She added, "My roommate and I would be glad to take care of Annie anytime. Just give me a call."

As we drove away Arilla said, "Suzanne's back. She called and said I should bring you to her house. Maria's feeling better, but Suzanne said I probably should keep Juan away for a few days." She looked at me and said, "You have a shit eating grin on your face. Is that because Suzanne's back or what happened last night." 

I looked at her with a really wide grin.

"Never mind, I still want to find out your secret and you will tell me."

When we got to Suzanne's, Arilla said, "I'm not going in with Juan. Mama said she's feeling better, but to be safe I should keep Juan away for a few days." She got out of the car and opened the door for me. I got out and she just stood there. I took hold of one of her hands and looked up at her. I just didn't need her as an enemy and I really feel sorry for her because she's married to that asshole Jorge. I motioned for her to bend down and when she did I took her face in both my hands and placed a very chaste kiss on her lips. 

She grinned and returned the kiss. "OK, Chico, we're still friends."

Suzanne opened the door for me and waved to Arilla. She picked me up and gave me a hug and her tender kiss on my cheek sent shock waves to my toes. This is my Suzanne and to me all women pale by comparison. She signaled to not speak and pointed to Maria's room. 

She shut her bedroom door and said, "Well Arty, it seems Arilla has decked you out to look more like Shirley Temple than a young person who happens to be a female. I'll pick up some everyday clothes for you. We have some traveling overseas coming up.

"I showered and cleaned up after my early flight. If you want to do that before we talk, I'll run the water for you."

I took off the wig and she said, "Wow, I like the bald look. It's a whole new you." 

She gave me a head rub as she helped my take off the dress. I turned around and said, "You'll have to untie this in the back."

"What the hell is this for?"

I got kind of red in the face and said, "She thought when I got an erection it was too obvious in a short dress."

"I suppose she's right." When she had the strings loose she looked at the mesh tube and said, "How do you get this thing off anyway?" 

"You have to kind of roll it down, starting at the back."

She helped me take it off and of course I got an erection. 

Suzanne said, "I think you're glad to see me, roomie. Do you need any help in the shower?"

"No, you'll have to turn the shower on and off that's all. Maybe we can find some sort of a handle I can use."

I finished showering and walked naked into the bedroom and started rummaging in the boxes of clothes that had been delivered, Suzanne came over and helped. She found some sleepwear that at least would be comfortable. 

Suzanne fixed us a couple of brandies and we sat together on the couch. She said, "I think we're in luck with this Dr. Berger. He's known Uncle Ben for a long time going back to when they taught at the same university. He told me Uncle Ben often discussed his concept of expanding or contracting a living organism, but they hadn't talked about it lately. We signed a contract with him so now we can make our records available. I told him we had access to a technician who worked directly with Uncle Ben and he would be available by electronic mail. He said he wants you to come to England, but I said not at this time. We agreed to transmit only encrypted documents and letters." 

"By the way I had to get father's signature to confirm our agreement so I told him the whole story. He was very angry I'd not confided in him, but he wants to meet you. Your decision to not destroy Uncle Ben's scientific legacy touched him deeply. I told you Uncle Ben was his dearest friend. In the meantime, you and I will have to go over every document to determine if it would be significant for Dr. Berger's investigation. We're crating his machine, but you'll have to identify what else should be included. We'll airship all of it to Dr. Berger. He's most anxious to examine the mice and rat from the laboratory. I checked and it looks like you've been taking good care of them."

"Hey, Fred and I are buds and Mickey and Minnie are still a little overwhelmed. Fred keeps looking over at Minnie. I can see him thinking, 'Who is this big chick?'" Suzanne sort of looked at me with a knowing look.

"By the way, how's Maria?"

"She's fine today. She told me she didn't want to expose you and Juan. She hated not having you here. How did you make out with Arilla and Jorge?"

"I really don't want to talk about it."

"That bad, huh. Poor Arty, I'm sorry I wasn't here for you."

Now I felt guilty. I don't know why. Suzanne probably wouldn't care if I was making out with other women. 

Suzanne said, "I'm going and get us something to eat. I hope you like frozen pizza and if you don't, too bad."

I kept thinking about our bizarre relationship until she returned. She opened a couple of bottles of beer and we sat there eating pizza and drinking beer. We were on our second beer and I'd had enough pizza, but Suzanne was still putting it away. I could already feel the effect of my second beer, which may have loosened my tongue.

I said, "Suzanne, are there any men in your life?"

She gave me a long hard look before she said anything. "Arty, I don't know why I should answer that question. I caught that 'big chick' comment, but I do owe you for all that's happened to you."

"Come on Suzanne, I don't blame you for what happened. I apologize for the 'big chick' comment, but you're a beautiful woman and I can't imagine there isn't some guy actively pursuing you. Besides the Professor and I talked so much about you that I'd like to know 'the rest of the story.'"

"You asked for it. My mother was tall and you know my father, so I was always tall for my age. Growing up I was often taller than many of the boys my age and since I was athletic, I could beat some of them in sports. Boys and men who approached me were either intimidated by my size or aggressive and tried to dominate the 'big chick'. It happens in both my personal life and my business life. In business I don't cut anybody any slack, but in my personal life there were smaller men I really liked, but none of them ended up being more than just friends. A few that I tried to be sexually active with were so intimidated they couldn't even get an erection. That's a problem you apparently wouldn't understand."




Art, The Story Ch. 07



"But contraire, I do understand. I've been there, done that, but now everything has changed. In the first place, I'm physically at the mercy of every adult woman I meet and I don't have to be concerned about whether a woman sees me as being 'macho', which is a guaranteed erection killer. After I got over the fact that most women saw my erect penis as cute or a non-factor, I was free to react. Also, given my usual state of dress or undress, there wasn't much I could do about hiding it even if I could will it to play dead. Now back to your story."

Suzanne was still laughing when she said, "How do I go on following that revelation? Where was I, oh yes; most big men want to put me in the 'little lady' category and that's a no win situation for them. Alright roomie, what's your story?"

"There's not much more to tell. Like I told you, my parents died in an auto accident and the court placed me in foster homes. I was in a series of foster homes. Some I outgrew the age they wanted and some I just didn't fit. I spent a lot of time in juvenile facilities waiting for placement. That's where I learned to roll with the punches. I earned quite a few 'knuckle sandwiches' along the way. Not being very big, I had to convince the larger kids who could hurt me that when they did, I was going to keep coming back at them regardless of consequences. I got a reputation as being a hard to place foster child.

"I was fourteen in a foster home when my 'foster father' at that time decided my backside was his punch toy. I hurt him badly and a judge placed me in a home for difficult boys."

"You hurt your foster father!"

"I used a baseball bat and broke his arm. Anyway, I got along fine in the boy's school. Let's just say my reputation preceded me. As soon as I was of age I joined the Army. The Army made it possible for me to get my GED high school degree and then they sent me to an electronics school. I turned out to be a 'natural'; one of my instructors said I thought like an electron. Even though I didn't understand the theory or the science, I had a feel for grasping how something electronic worked. It was that ability that caught the Professors attention at the research Center."

"I would have never thought of you being in the Army."

"Yeah, well the Army never thought much of the idea either. They appreciated my work, but the regimentation drove me nuts. After eight years we called it quits by mutual agreement. Now how is this plan of yours with Dr. Berger going to work?"

"OK, here's what we need. I want the two of us to go through Uncle Ben's papers. I need to know that we are not sending out information not covered by our contract with Berger. I'll have those records copied and sent to Berger. Maybe we can separate them chronologically so I can make periodic shipments. He can then start his review. At that point he can start asking you questions by encrypted e-mail."

"Come on I'll show you where we can work." She led me down the hall and opened a door with a key. "This is a small upstairs' study and reading room. The previous owner used it, but Maria and I never have. I have a company I've used before coming first thing in the morning to set it up as an office, with a separate phone line and Internet connection. They'll install all the hardware and encryption software. They'll also bring in all the equipment we'll need to copy and transmit documents to Berger and a desk and table for us. I've even found a fancy elevated chair that you should be able to use."

"I'll give you and Maria a key, but I'll tell Maria and Arilla the room is an extension of the Research Center and no one should be allowed in there except you and me. After the contractor gets started in the morning you and I are going to take the day off." 

When I looked at her she said, "I have come across reliable information that little Suzanne and little Arthur didn't get a chance to be kids, so tomorrow you and I will make up for a little of it." 



Art, The Story Ch. 08



Author's Note: An accident shrinks a thirty five year old man to just over three feet tall.

***

Suzanne and I spent another chaste night in bed, but I did snuggle against her a few times and she didn't push me away. In the morning she got me dressed in a little girl's outfit and with a wig on. We were eating breakfast when the contractors arrived and Suzanne was busy giving instructions. Arilla was there, but she was definitely out of sorts, answering only 'yes' or 'no' to either Maria or Suzanne's questions. Suzanne was dressed in a halter and snug white shorts. She had a baseball cap on with a long single braid hanging down her back and sandals on her feet. She looked good enough to eat and I was prepared to do so on a moment's notice. I've had a constant erection since I watched her put that outfit on.

When we were driving away, she said, "We're going to stop at that store Arilla used to pick out some play clothes for you."

Oops, I thought, "Now that could present a sticky problem."

When we opened the door to the clothing store, Jenny stepped up to meet us. She looked at me and I sort of shook my head 'no'. She welcomed us and Suzanne said, "I'd like some play clothes for my daughter." 

"My name is Jenny, why don't you tell me what you're looking for." Suzanne and Jenny walked around the store picking out clothing to take to the dressing room. 

When we were walking toward the dressing room Jenny leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Wow, your mom is a big gal, isn't she?" All I could do was grin and nod my head 'yes'.

Inside the dressing room, when it looked like Jenny would stay, Suzanne said, "Thanks Jenny, we'll call you if we need you."

We picked out some shorts and tank tops that were sort of gender neutral and then called in Jenny. Suzanne said, "Would you bring in a couple of those caps you have on the far wall. My daughter has had to have her head shaved so I'd like something she could wear without the wig. Would you pick out a couple of bathing suits and sandals and bring them too."

I had veto power on the hat and sandals, but when Jenney held up a bathing suit with a short skirt, I shook my head 'no', but Suzanne overruled me. Jenny grinned and said, "Oh, you'll look cute in this one, honey."

When we were out of the store Suzanne said, "For some reason I think there's more to the story with you and that store, but it's none of my business. It may be some day, just not now. I promised you a day of play for the two of us and that's what we're going to do."

I said, "Yes boss." When she looked at me I couldn't keep a straight face.

"Alright, alright, so I like to take charge. I said we're going to have fun today and damn it, we're going to have fun." This time it was her turn to grin.

We talked about what we missed growing up. It turned out that Suzanne had a very protected childhood. While mine hadn't been a bed of roses at least I'd done some things so she followed my suggestions. When she brought up going swimming, I said, "Then it's the public beach for us." At the beach we walked into the women's bath house like any number of mothers and daughters. Suzanne watched the women put their clothes in the basket the attendant gave them and then did likewise. I managed to put my own one piece suit on shielded by Suzanne and then watched the parade of naked women around me get into their suits. I even forgot to watch Suzanne. 

We walked out on the beach and she said, "I've never been in a women's public bath house before."

"Neither have I."

"I noticed you were engrossed in scoping everyone out."

"OK, OK, next time I'll keep my eyes on you."

We had a good time and Suzanne was like a kid. Since I looked like a youngster, when she played it looked like she was a mother showing her child a good time. I pinched her bottom a couple of times and she dunked me. When she found out I was a pretty good swimmer she walked into deeper water and launched me into the air. Once she got me high enough that I made a fair to middling jack-knife before I hit the water. Some people around us applauded and we took a small bow. 

She told me later she'd been to exotic beaches all over the world, but always with people who focused on how they looked and the beaches weren't full of people like here. There were outside showers to wash the sand off before going in the bath house. Suzanne again covered for me with her body while I changed. She was struggling to get the wet bottoms of her suit off over her hips, so I stepped up to help. 

A woman nearby said, "Isn't that sweet, your little girl wants to help her mother."

Suzanne looked at me and I said, "I told you I'd keep my eyes on you. I was just trying to help."

Next I talked her into buying bleacher seats for a Sox game. She said, "I never sat in the bleachers before. Whenever someone invited me to a game we always had seats in one of those private boxes."

"That's not baseball. You have to get down where the crowds are into the game. We had a couple of hot dogs and then Suzanne bought a beer and sweet talked the vendor out of an extra cup and gave me some. I couldn't keep quiet and was up screaming with the crowd and Suzanne got into it herself. 

The guy on the other side of her said, "Hey lady, you're lucky, your little girl already knows her baseball. I can't get my daughter to even come to a game. Maybe your daughter could talk to her."

When the batter hit a high flyer toward the bleachers I kept my eye on it. When it started to drop it was headed right for Suzanne. I jumped up on the seat to try and get it. Suzanne looked up, saw the ball and made a beautiful one handed catch. She got a loud round of applause from our seatmates and I was leading the cheering section. She got red in the face, but I knew she was enjoying it. Throughout the rest of the game and as we were leaving the stadium, people were saying, "Great catch. They could use you out on the field."

We finished the day with pizza at Pino's. I had promised her the best pizza she'd ever tasted. We were seated at a table and Pino himself was tending bar. I told Suzanne to order one of Mama's special pizza's with everything on it and ask for the 'house blend' red wine. 

She said, "What's mama's special?"

"Pino would like to streamline production and freeze the pizza's, but Mama insists on making them like she did in the old country and baking them on bricks. It takes longer, but they're great."

"And the 'house blend' red wine?"

"Actually Pino calls it 'Dago Red' and makes it himself in the basement. Years ago when I first got out of the Army I used to tend bar here."

Suzanne proclaimed it the best pizza she'd ever eaten and I saw her eyes pop open the first time she tasted the 'house blend' wine. Later when Pino stopped by our table to see how everything was she really praised everything. 

Pino was beaming when he looked at me and said to Suzanne, "Do you mind if I ask you if your last name is Jones? Your daughter reminds me of a good friend of mine." 

Suzanne laughed and said, "No, my name isn't Jones and it's not likely you know her father."

We were driving home when Suzanne said, "Arty, I don't remember when I've had a nicer day. Thank you."

"You're welcome Suzanne. I enjoyed sharing some of my past memories of good times."

That night Suzanne gave me another tender kiss and said, "Good night Arty." 

Later during the night I was lying on my side facing away from her when I felt her behind me. I edged back until I was pressing against her. She put her arm around me and pulled me tight to her. I didn't know if the two of us were making progress or not, but it felt so comfortable I didn't care.

In the morning, I thought she gave me a kiss as I heard her leave, but when I woke up she was still behind me with her arm under my nightgown rubbing my back. 

I reached back and felt a bare thigh.

I turned with a smile on my face and a naked Arilla said, "It's about time you're waking up, Chico."

"Mama called and said that she thought it would be safe to bring Juan over now that she's feeling better and she misses her grandbaby. Isn't that great, Chico? You and I can spend some time together?

"I don't know what's going on in the room down the hall. There have been workmen going in and out ever since I got here. Mama told me from now on that room is part of the Research Center and only you and Suzanne are to go in there. Oh Chico, now you have another secret you'll have to share with Aunty Arilla. Won't that be fun?!

"Suzanne will be here at noon to check on their progress so you and I don't have a lot of time this morning. I've locked the door so some workman doesn't stumble in here while we're having fun. I pulled that overstuffed chair up beside the bed for my feet to rest on, so let's get you going."

With that, she undressed me and sat on the edge of the bed. Standing me between her legs she put her feet up on the chair and waited for me to start. Now there's nothing I like better than to be just where I'm standing facing an inviting woman's crotch with her vulva exposed just waiting to be addressed, but there was something wrong here. I thought Arilla and I had reached a point of mutual rapport where she didn't have to force me to do something. OK. Call me an idiot. I wanted a little better invitation.

She said, "Oh ho, maybe you need something to start that little engine of yours. Trust Aunty Arilla to have just the ticket or should I say, just the toy. I try to get Jorge to do something besides 'wham bam, thank you ma'am, but he claims real men don't need toys. Look here at what I have just for you and me.

"It's a strapless dildo with a vibrator. Isn't that the neatest thing? See I stick this end with the knob up my pussy. Once I grab hold of this knob with my pussy, I can hold it just like I do your arm when you're inside me."

It was a weird looking gadget, but I never doubted Arilla could clamp down with her vagina and hold it firm. Men brag about having a 'rock hard woody that you could pound nails with', but how many men have had their forearm as deep inside a woman's vagina as I have and felt the squeeze of their vagina passage . It's no wonder then that way back when I was normal size, it felt like a woman's vagina was squeezing my penis like a tube of toothpaste. Working with my hands for a lot of years has given me firm muscled forearms and there's not a lot of give in them. When Arilla clamped down on my arm inside her vagina passage, it would have taken force for me to pull it out.

I stood there up close and personal as Arilla worked that knobby end into her vagina. She spread her vagina opening with her fingers and of course I was only too willing to help. She let me take over and I worked the end inside her around and around. When her juices started to flow I had to sample them, but she stayed focused on getting the dildo in place. She used her hands to spread juice up and down the extended dildo. She brought my face down so I could lick the dildo. It was sort of like licking your fingers. What I really wanted to do was get down to the source of all that good stuff. I had a pretty good idea where that dildo was going to go eventually so I stopped licking and helped spread more of her juices up and down the shaft.

Arilla stood me up on the bed with one foot on each side of her. She reached back and pulled up a couple of pillows behind her and leaned back against them. The dildo sticking out of her vagina was standing almost straight up. She encouraged me to squat down over the business end of the dildo while she guided the tip into my anus. As I eased down the tip went deeper in my ass. I thought, "Whoa, I'm not going to be able to take this whole thing," and I started to rise up. She kept me from lifting to the point where the dildo came out of my anus. She kept encouraging me to go deeper each time before I started to get up.

I must have been making faces because when I looked at her, she was laughing at my discomfort. All of a sudden I saw an evil grin and thought, "Oh boy, I'm in trouble." She had a hand behind each of my heels and pulled them forward so I was now sitting flat out on the dildo and couldn't get my feet under me. The dildo rammed up my ass as I sat down in Arilla's lap. She'd had the vibrator on the whole time, but I first realized it now. I couldn't believe the whole length was in there. She put her arms under my knees and lifted them up and spread my legs open. I started to tip over backward, but she raised her knees so I was leaning back against them. I was sitting in the "V" formed by her body and her knees and my legs were spread wide to their limit by her arms. With my legs open like that I had never felt so vulnerable and Arilla had me impaled on her dildo. 

She raised me up slightly and then began to thrust her pelvis up and down working the dildo in and out of my rectum. She said, "How do you like being bum fucked, little Chico? Now I'm in charge and I'm going to please myself." She kept thrusting in and out, sometimes faster, and sometimes slower. She had a hold on my body and occasionally she'd pull my body down to meet her up-thrust, slamming her mons against my butt and driving the dildo to its maximum depth.

The way she was pushing and pulling my body, she must have been trying to work the dildo against her clit. The funny thing was that I starting to enjoy it. She was fucking my ass and I was enjoying it. I thought, "Something's not right here!" I watched Arilla watching me to see how I was taking it. I don't know if she climaxed or not, but several times she squeezed my body so hard I thought she might have. When she kept repeatedly slamming her mons into my butt it started to hurt. I was thinking this was her 'whap', 'whap', 'whap' payback.

Arilla lifted me off the dildo and pulled the other end out of her. She held me in her arms and placed her nipple in my mouth. I willing licked and sucked her sweet milk. She grabbed my crotch squeezing my penis and testicles back between my legs. When she hooked a finger in my anus at the same time, she had a grip on all of my privates. With her hand gripping tighter and tighter my testicles felt like they were being crushed. She said, "Just remember little Chico, this part of you is mine and don't you ever forget it."

Suzanne arrived home at noon and pronounced our home office ready to go. She and I spent the rest of the day and well into the evening going through the Professors records and copying them. By the end of the day we had most of them ready to send off to Berger. Fortunately, the Professor was a very organized man and our package was probably as complete as we could make it. She made arrangements for it to be picked up by a courier to deliver directly to Berger in England. Now all we had to do was to wait for him to review the material.

She and I had drinks and dinner in her room again and then just sat and shot the breeze. Our lives had been so different; we could tell each other stories about a world the other one knew nothing about. I never got over Suzanne's beauty, but I also found there was a real person inside that glorious body. She seemed comfortable with me as well. At least I'd gotten over the awe of being in her presence. It's pretty hard to be standoffish when you're sharing bath and bed with someone. It bothered me that to her I was just a "special" friend that she could come home and confide in. Maybe I was like a 'live' Ken doll reminding her of the Barbie dolls of her childhood. She apparently didn't have anyone her age when she was growing up. She certainly didn't see me as a 'man' in her life while she certainly was a 'woman' in mine. Sometimes she acted like my mother. I told her I didn't like that.

She said, "Arty, I'm trying to be whoever you need me to be until you get your life back. I know I'm older than you and maybe I'm too bossy, but then you need me to do things for you that only a mother would do. Can't I just be your friend and companion for now? Maybe once in awhile act like a mother?"

"Suzanne, I'm not going to press you to be anything you're not comfortable with. I'm a thirty five year old man living with a beautiful desirable woman, but my background makes me a realist. I may never get back to my original size, so what you see now is maybe all I'll ever be."

"Arty, I'll be honest with you. You can be a pain in the ass, but you're a comfortable pain in the ass. I don't know anyone that could have handled having their life turned upside down better than you have. Don't get so intense looking down the road to the future; just take it as it is for now. Deal?"

"Deal, roomie."

When we finished showering together I had a raging erection as always. This has become almost a constant physical condition in my situation. OK, after Suzanne left the bathroom I used the four little ladies and the boss lady to relieve my condition. I would have mentioned this practice earlier, but the occurrences are too numerous to mention

In bed I try to stay away from Suzanne to avoid making it worse for me. The proximity of her delicious body is bad enough. It's not easy to do because of our weight difference. I generally rolled toward her. This night though I didn't think I'd really fallen asleep yet when I felt her body up against my back. Ever since we started sharing this bed I hesitated to touch her. I'm afraid of her reaction, which would probably be to reject any advance I made to make love to her. This night laying there in contact with her I almost had to slip off to the bathroom for a recovery operation, but I fell asleep. I woke some time later and she had her arm over me and had pulled me close to her body. I lay there awake for some time thinking about what she had said earlier. "Just take it as it is for now".

Suzanne was already gone when I finally woke up. I was still beat after a night with little sleep. Arilla hadn't showed up by the time I was washed and dressed. In Suzanne's bathroom everything seemed super sized and a simple task like washing up was a challenge. Suzanne had picked up some every day clothes for me, so I dug out the most male looking thing I could find. Hey, a pair of white cotton panties isn't that much different than jockeys and with a pair of plain shorts and a t-shirt; I looked like a small boy. Unless there was somebody else in the house I never put a wig on so, all in all, I felt pretty normal.

When I walked into the kitchen, Maria gave me a big smile and said, "Good morning little one. I can't call you 'Annie' looking like that. Maybe you remember who you are soon so you tell us." She bent over and gave me a peck on the cheek. Something she's done every morning since I got here. She said, "You go feed your mice and I'll put some cinnamon buns, the kind you like, in the oven. Arilla's late, I don know what keep her."

Poor Fred looked really down and I hadn't kept my promise to him to find a companion. The smell of the cooking cinnamon buns reminded me that a food reward helps. "Hey, perk up there, Fred, and I'll go see if I can scare up some peanut butter for you and the mice."

When Maria saw me poking around looking for something she said, "What you need, little one?" Man, how I wanted to shout out the one word; instead I went into a long pantomime about food for the mice and the word 'pee' 'nut' and 'but' 'her'. It was dumb, but Maria acted like it was the funniest thing she'd ever seen. When she caught on, she opened the jar and dug out a big spoonful for me. Normally she avoided the rodents, but she came and watched me feed them the peanut butter. Fred ate right out of my hand. 

Afterwards she held me up to the sink to wash my hands. She said, "Arilla says that you're older than you look. Maybe she's right. I don't know how old you are. Maybe I treat you too young." I had to admit to myself that I sort of looked forward to Maria's mothering and it must have shown in my face because she said, "Are you too old to sit on Maria's lap?" I grinned and shook my head "no".




Art, The Story Ch. 08



She put the cinnamon buns on the table and poured herself a cup of coffee. She sat down with me on her lap. She buttered a roll and gave me half. When she took a sip of coffee I pointed to it so she held it for me to drink as well. It was very comfortable sitting on Maria's lap sharing cinnamon buns and coffee. She started to tell me her worries about Arilla. When she mentioned Jorge she lapsed into Spanish, but after eight years in the Army, I recognize the word "asshole" in a half dozen languages plus in a couple of sign languages. She talked about raising Arilla and the young son she'd lost. When she mentioned Paul Joyce's name my ears picked up on how she said his name. I thought, "Alright Jones, you're so knowledgeable about relationships, yeah right." Still I tried to picture Joyce as a young widower raising a teen age Maria in his home. It would only be natural to grow close and Maria had to be in her late twenties when she became pregnant. I thought, "Suzanne and Arilla are half sisters?"

I thought, "OK, that might explain things a little. Suzanne's a smart lady so as a teenager she probably figured out that her papa and Maria were doing the fandango. She loved both of them, but that didn't mean she welcomed their 'love child', Arilla. Suzanne's was being schooled to be a ball busting aggressive female and little Arilla took over her spot with Maria. She resented the hell out of her little half-sister and probably showed it. Arilla might have guessed that Paul Joyce was her father, but if it was never acknowledged, she was a second class child in the home. Ergo, resentment right back at you, Suzanne."

OK, so Arilla runs off and gets hitched to this loser, Jorge, who also turns out to be an 'asshole'; make that a 'first class asshole'. So after years of feeling she's been the screwee, this little short guy falls into her hands and she decides to be the screwer. It's one thing to find myself a thirty five year old munchkin, but I'm also caught up in a 'soap opera' and my rear end is taking a beating.



Art, The Story Ch. 09



Author's Note: An accident shrinks a thirty five year old man to just over three feet tall.

***

Just then Arilla came in with Juan. I slid down off Maria lap and she got up to take Juan. There was something wrong with Arilla. She was holding Juan and handing him to her mother like she was hiding her face behind him. Maria took Juan and Arilla grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the stairs. In the bedroom she stripped off all my clothes and marched into the bathroom. I could see the side of her face was all swollen as she pulled out the enema stuff. Without a word she sat down and laid me across her lap. Her lubricated finger up my ass was a poke and not a probe. I think that squeeze bulb she uses is for adults. When she stood me up with my bowels full of water I had all I could do to keep my sphincter closed.

She sat there on the closed toilet seat with an angry look. Now I could see her face and it was starting to discolor. She was going to have a dandy shiner and her jaw was puffed out. In my agony I found it hard to be sympathetic. After finally allowing me to expel the water, she stood me in the tub and hosed off my backside and then started all over again. The next time after she had pumped in the water, she sat on the closed toilet seat and began to slowly undress. There wasn't much sympathy in the stare she gave me while I stood there in agony. The next time she did the same thing so she was naked by the time she let me use the toilet. When she finished hosing me off I noticed she had slipped the end of that strapless dildo inside herself. She picked me up under her arm with my butt forward and proceeded to really lubricate my anus so I knew what was coming.

In the bedroom she laid me over an arm of the couch. With my face on a seat cushion and my stomach pressed against the arm, my bare butt and anus was ready for her assault. And assault it she did. Now I was truly feeling each thrust of her pelvis. With my legs dangling I couldn't spread my knees as well and it really hurt. By comparison, yesterday had been tender, but today it was a rape. I lost track of time, but it seemed like forever. Maybe she'd never climax and keep this up for hours. Now each stroke was more painful than the last. Gradually she slowed and then stopped. When she pulled the dildo out of my anus she gasped, "Oh God, little Chico, what have I done to you?"

She carried me over to the bed and laid me on my stomach. She went into the bathroom and when she came back, she liberally applied Vaseline to her finger and inserted her finger as deep as she could in my rectum. I could feel her moving her finger around coating the surfaces. She did this several times and it eased the pain a bit. She said, "A doctor gave me a prescription for medication once when Jorge hurt me. I need to get you to my home." 

She dressed herself and me quickly and went to the intercom. "Mama, I'm going to run home for a little bit. There's something I need to do there. I'll take little Chico with me so he can get some fresh air." She grabbed my wig and took me down the front stairs and slipped out the front door. If Maria looked out the window and saw us getting into her car I doubted she'd know what was going on.

At her house, she laid me on their bed and pulled down my shorts and underpants. She said, "Little Chico, please forgive me. I didn't mean to hurt you so. This medication a doctor gave me when Jorge hurt my pussy really helped the pain and my pussy healed quickly." She worked gently on my rear end applying the medication inside my rectum and then she popped something inside. She said, "I'm going to put in a tampon. My doctor said that would help keep my pussy from getting infected so it should help you too. This medication has to be reapplied after you go to the bathroom, but I don't think you can do it yourself. I'll take the medication with me to mama's and maybe we can figure something out."

We were starting to leave the house when the door opened and Godzilla stood there. OK, I exaggerate, but if this is Jorge, he's a moose. He said, "Hey, didn't I tell you to ice your face to keep it from swelling so much and who the hell is this kid?"

"She's the daughter of a friend of Suzanne's. I'm just watching her for a bit and we stopped here for a minute to pick up something. Why are you home?"

"The company's team has an Industrial League baseball game today and I forgot to take my gear. Where's my jersey that I asked you to wash and did you sew up that rip like I told you?"

"Your jersey's washed, but I haven't had time to mend it yet. It will take only a minute, so cool your heels."

"Damn it, when I tell you to do something I expect it to get done. I'll wait; I can't go on the field with that big rip."

I was trying to fade into the background when the moose spotted me again. "Hey little girl, come on over here and talk to Uncle Jorge." It was the last thing I wanted to do, but there's was no place else to go to. When I got near him he took my hand and said, "Come on sweetie, I'm not going to bite you."

I thought, "I wouldn't make bet on that." He wasn't that tall, but he had a muscular build. With his thick arms and large hands he was out of my league even at my normal size. I was quickly figuring my options. I'd been out of my league before, but not like this. I operate on the fight or flee method of survival and right now, neither option looked good. 

He was quick and I wasn't fast enough to dodge his arm as he picked me up and sat me on his lap. I felt his hand grope my crotch. He said, "What the hell is this, little girl. You got a dick."

I thought, "No shit, Tarzan, maybe you should throw me back to where you got me."

He raised me up with one arm and pulled my shorts and underpants down. He must have seen the string from the Tampon because the next thing I knew it popped out of my ass. He said, "You got a pussy popper up your ass. What kind of a freaking fairy are you. You want something up your ass; I got a Johnson here needs a workout."

When I heard him open his zipper, I knew it was time to do something or my poor rear end was going to get really poked. He still had me slightly up off his lap with my feet wedged between the seat cushion and the chair arms. Using my legs for leverage I drove the back of my head into his face. I heard cartilage break and figured I gotten lucky and hit his nose.

He jumped up spilling me on the floor and screamed, "Lilnnsmnnnbitchnnbrokemannnose. Illnnkilllilnnfucker."

Arilla ran into the room and yelled, "You bastard, what are you doing to him?"

He was trying to kick me and I was busy dodging his foot. The blood was streaming down his face and his eyes looked wild. She ran between us and pushed him away. I heard the blow and Arilla was sitting down on the floor stunned. He forgot about me and went after her again. I looked around for something to hit him with and there was his bat standing by the front door. If I tried to swing the bat he could easily grab it or deflect it. I kept the bat like a spear and ran with it full tilt, jamming the bat handle into his crotch. I heard him stop and suck wind so I pulled back and jammed it in again and again. He dropped to the floor on his knees holding his crotch. Just before I jammed the bat in the last time I saw his penis was still hanging out of his open fly. I don't think he'll be sticking his 'Johnson' anyplace real soon.

Arilla was trying to stand up when I got to her. I started her toward the front door, but she turned around and went back into the bedroom only to come back out with her purse with the medication. Outside the door she fumbled in her purse and took out her cell phone. Her car was blocked in so we started walking away as fast as we could. She kept walking, but she called 911 for the asshole.

When she realized I was taking her to Suzanne's house she stopped. "No, not mama's." I looked at her face. It didn't seem he'd hit her in the face again, but the way she was breathing and holding herself, he must have hit her in the solar plexus and maybe cracked a rib.

I had to say something to get through to her, "Arilla, listen to me. You need help and you need it right now. Suzanne will be home and she'll help."

She looked startled at the sound of my voice, but she said, "Not mama!"

"OK, not mama", but I kept her walking. At the house I sat her down in the garden Gazebo and said, "Wait here."

I went in the front door and up the stairs without Maria seeing me. Suzanne was in our temporary office. When she saw me she said, "Arty, what's wrong?"

"Suzanne, Arilla is out in the Gazebo. She's hurt and she's in big trouble. You told me you wanted to be a 'big sister' long ago and didn't know how. Well most of us don't get a chance for a 'do over' in life, but you do. Go take care of your sister, Arilla!" 

The remote signal light was flashing indicating we had a message in our 'office' from Berger so I went to answer it. It was a very formal e-mail from Dr. James Berger to a person he referred to as "Technician". I think he was a little miffed that Suzanne hadn't given him a name. He probably figured it was just more secrecy, but he'd encrypted his e-mail as directed. Suzanne hadn't told me what this was costing her company and I hadn't asked. Berger had a list of specific questions for me. I was able to answer all but one completely. I gave him my best answer on that one question and told him it was based on limited knowledge.

What was going on in the Joyce family didn't involve Art Jones so I decided to spend the day in Suzanne's bedroom. I managed to open a bottle of beer. It was one of those challenges where the rewards are worth the effort. Suzanne had a complete entertainment center so I spent the rest of the day with my feet up watching TV. I managed another beer and some peanuts I'd found and then I was making Z's. The next thing I knew Suzanne's was shaking me awake.

"Arty, come on we need to talk." It took me awhile to shake the cobwebs loose and by that time she was sitting next to me on the couch. I sat up and leaned back against the arm rest. It's the only real comfortable sitting position for me and I like to watch Suzanne in profile. When we're face to face I love to watch her facial expressions and her eyes, but in profile I can see all of her.

She said, "Alright, right now Arilla's feeding Juan and then she and Maria are having dinner together downstairs. They've a great deal to talk about without me. You're not really involved except that single handedly you've opened our family up to a lot of things we never talked about. There's much you don't have to know, but from what I've come to realize, you probably have a pretty good idea what going on. I don't know where to start."

I said, "What about Jorge?"

She started to laugh, "Well, Mr. Jones, you managed to put a very serious hurt on Mr. Gomez. They reset his broken nose and they're keeping him overnight to make sure he's breathing OK and to sedate him for the pain. It's not just his nose that's giving him pain. I understand his testicles are badly swollen and there are serious abrasions on his penis. When the 911 responders first got there, Jorge claimed he opened the door and there were two 'big bruisers' who beat him up and he has no idea why. One policeman told me that based on his injuries, they sort of figured he was, 'dipping his wick where he shouldn't have and somebody was sending him a message'.

"I took Arilla to my doctor's clinic and they gave her a complete check over. She suffered some severe contusions on her face, but there was no permanent damage. She does have a cracked rib and they taped her up. By the way she keeps referring to you as 'Little Chico, my hero'. Arilla said she was down on the floor and Jorge was trying to kick her when 'Little Chico came charging into him and the next thing the asshole is down on his knees screaming in pain'." 

Suzanne gave a chuckle," I don't think he'll tell anybody a little girl did all that damage to him, so you're not in the picture at all. He's facing domestic assault and battery charges and Arilla's filed for divorce. Father's law firm has obtained a restraining order on him to keep him away from here or father's house. He and Arilla never paid rent for their home so technically father is just ejecting an unwanted guest from his home. Tomorrow Arilla and I will go and pack up all his stuff. Her attorney will inform Jorge who he's to contact to pick up his belongings or it will all be put in storage at his expense. Father wants the Research Center kept out of it so right now he's still an employee on medical leave.

"Arilla and Juan are moving into my spare bedroom across the hall for now. She and I have much to catch up on to bring our lives together. Maria is ecstatic with her loved ones all under one roof. I told Arilla the truth about you and she tells me she guessed that you were a little man almost from the start. She confessed to me that she tried to embarrass you enough to force you to tell her the truth.

"Arty, I can only imagine what all she put you through and I really don't want to know. Something tells me you kept quiet because you enjoyed some of it."

I grinned and said, "Suzanne, you know me by now, I'm adaptable."

She said, "Arilla and I agreed that if you're alright with it we won't tell Maria the true story about you just now. She's perfectly comfortable with you because she believes you to be a young boy, but if she finds out that you're a grown man she'll be terribly embarrassed because of all the things she's done for you. We did tell her that you recovered your voice and she was thrilled. You'll just have to be careful what you say."

I thought, "How would Maria feel about being naked in bed with a grown man almost half her age?" I said, "No, I have to tell you that Maria has come to be very special to me and I'll do nothing to bring her any pain."

Later on we had a quiet dinner together. Suzanne was very quiet and I assumed she was deep in thought about today's events. Finally she said, "After Arila gets Juan to bed in Maria's bedroom, she and I would like to continue where we left off. This is all so new for both of us. It isn't that I'm booting you out of my bedroom, but you'll be more comfortable sleeping in the bedroom at the end of the hall. I checked and it's all set up. She and I may be up half the night talking and you won't get much sleep." 

"No, that's fine. I see Berger has sent another message so I'll answer that first and then I'll head to the spare bedroom."

I thought "Now that I no longer have to stay hidden in Suzanne's bedroom, my move into the bedroom at the end of the hall is probably permanent."

I had just gotten ready for bed when there was knock on the door and then it opened. Arilla stuck her head in and said, "Are you decent?" 

"Would it matter if I wasn't?"

"No, I just thought I'd ask. It's part of a promise I made to myself to be nice to my little hero Chico from now on." 

"Come on now, Arilla, let's not overdo this hero stuff."

She picked me up and sat on the bed with me on her lap. She said, "Now how many women can do that for the man who saved her, but honestly little Chico; I'm sorry I can't call you Arty just yet. Is that OK?"

"Chico is just fine, but do I have to call you Aunty Arilla?" 

"No, you can call me whatever you're comfortable with, but I have to tell you that I'm truly sorry I hurt you. Suzanne told me about your accident and then I went and made it worse. I'll try to make it up to you somehow, but I really don't want you telling Suzanne everything that went on between you and me. I don't mean the potty or the nursing or anything like that. I'm talking about you making love to my pussy. I really don't want that to end and Suzanne and I are just starting to get to know each other. I suspect she feels very strongly about you and that may cause a problem between us."

"I doubt Suzanne really cares that much, but I'll not say anything to her. I have to tell you, while there were some things you did to me that I'd like not to repeat, I thoroughly enjoyed your body and especially your 'pussy', and anytime Juan can't handle all of your breast milk, I'm available. There's another thing I can swear to; you have a fine ass; indeed a very fine ass." 

That earned me a hug and, "Oh, Chico, thank you and you were in a position to know all about my butt, weren't you. Tell me you'll stay here and live with us."

"I don't know what will happen to me in the future, but your job is to take care of Juan. Sometimes things that start off wrong can still be made right and trust me, you're the best thing that little guys got going for him. Now go on and get out of here before I think too much about that body of yours and can't get to sleep."

Arilla gave me a kiss on the lips that was tender, but hardly like lovers. That's another thing for me to ponder when I think about my future. I was sound asleep when the light came on and there were voices. I kept my eyes shut and I heard Suzanne say, "Ah look, he's sound sleep. Do you think we should wake him?"

"Sure we gotta make him, I mean wake him." There was more giggling then I felt a hand running up and down my leg. "Look, part of him is waking up already!"

Giggle, "Yeah, but that part of him never, never sleeps."

I opened my eyes and Suzanne and Arilla stood at the side of the bed and they were both half in the bag. They must have been boozing while they had their long talks.

"Arty, come on join us. We're celebrating."

"Why are we just standing here? We'll put him in the tub and he'll wake up."

"Good idea. You pick him up and I'll undress him."

I hadn't realized it but both women were stark naked and in a few seconds so was I. Suzanne carried me while Arilla opened closed doors quietly. They tip toed down the hallway even though it would take an earthquake to wake Maria. In Suzanne's bathroom there was a double door that was standing open. The doors had always been closed before now. Through the door was kind of a sun deck where the roof could be opened or closed. In the middle sat a huge hot tub and the roof was cranked open. Suzanne got in and sat down. She started to sit me down on the seat, but if she did, my mouth would be underwater.

She sat me on her lap and Arilla sat down beside her and put my legs in her lap. Within reach was a bucket of ice with a magnum of champagne sitting in it. There were two empty bottles lying on the side so the two gals had been at it for awhile. Suzanne said, "Arilla, you pour, I'm holding Arty. Next time you can hold him and I'll pour.

They talked in low voices of many things, the past and of hopes and dreams and aspirations for the future. I wondered why I was there. There was nothing for me to say or do, although there was a few things I could think of to do, but their mood seemed to say 'it wasn't the time'. It dawned on that I had become somewhat of a talisman, a good luck charm and they wanted me near. In the mean time I was nestled between Suzanne's great breasts and one of them had a firm hold on my stiff penis. Time went by and I noticed the stars were fading in the night sky above us. The women had switched holds several times and either the same one or a different one took a fresh hold on my penis. With my small body weight I was pretty well looped when the women climbed out of the tub and dried themselves and me as well. In bed I lay between the two women, all three of us in our 'birthday suits'. It wasn't the same as being between Jenny and Amy. The two of them were making love to each other and I was just part of that pleasure. Suzanne and Arilla brought me into it because they wanted to share the experience with me. In truth, I thought maybe I was in love with both women.



Art, The Story Ch. 10



Author's Note: An accident shrinks a thirty five year old man to just over three feet tall.

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When I woke up both women were still sleeping it off. There's no way I wanted to be anywhere near two women with serious hangovers. I gave each of them a hard enough slap on their bare backside to wake them. When they stirred I gave each of them a big kiss on that same backside and said, "Rise and shine, ladies", and then I grabbed some clothes and got the hell out of there.

Downstairs Maria welcomed me warmly; she picked me up and said, "Good morning, little one. I hear all sorts of things about you. It's hard to believe. Let me hear your voice."

I put my arms around her neck and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Maria, thank you for everything. I was so confused after the accident I didn't know what happened to me. You were a big help. Maybe I'll remember it all someday, it's coming back slowly."

"Arilla tells me you save her from Jorge when he beat her. I don understand how. Jorge's how you say, a monster." Then she used Spanish to add some more adjectives including the much used descriptive 'asshole'. "You must tell Maria all about it, but first you must eat."

"I've been calling the bedroom Arilla's using, but she's not answer."

"Call Suzanne's bedroom, I think I heard her and Arilla talking."

The two female grouches arrived just as I was finished eating. I asked Maria if had something I could put coffee in to take upstairs. She poured some in a thermos and put it in the dumbwaiter along with a couple of sweet rolls. She grinned at me, "Go on upstairs. I take care of these two party girls." I took her advice.

I was in our 'office' trying to answer Berger's latest questions when Suzanne came in. She put her arms around me from behind and gave me kiss on the cheek. "Arty, Arilla and I have things to do and then I have to get to work. Tonight you and I have to have a talk."

She left me with that loaded thought. Fortunately, Berger's questions had to do with the equipment I'd built and I was able to give him specific detail. That occupied much of my day. There was time to break for lunch with Maria and even play a little with Juan. He's a pleasant little fellow. I hope Arilla manages to limit Jorge's influence in his life.

Arilla arrived in late afternoon and took charge of Juan. I had dinner with her and Maria and then went back to Berger's list. Suzanne arrived late in the evening. She was quiet and reserved and announced she'd eaten downtown with friends. She said, "I need to get into something comfortable. Come join me." She undressed and put on her robe and I followed suit.

She walked to the wet bar and I sat on the couch sideways like I always did, with my back against the arm rest. My feet were on the seat cushion and my knees were in the air. I spread them and carefully covered my bare genitals with the robe. Suzanne handed me the usual brandy over cracked ice and said, "After last night I'm not sure I want this, but it's been one of those days." 

She sat down on the other end of the couch and turned sideways, putting a foot on either side of me. It's only a two person couch, so she had to put her knees up the same as me and her feet were touching the arm of the couch on either side of me. She used her robe to cover herself the same as I did, but my mind's eye was not fooled, I could still visualize what was behind that flap of her robe.

She said, "Every time you sit sideways like that I get a stiff neck keeping my head turned, so I'll try it your way."

I thought, "Hey, it's much more intimate this way." I didn't say a word. Suzanne was concentrating so hard I was afraid to interrupt her thoughts, even though I feared the worst.

"Arty, I don't really know what happened yesterday. Remember I'm the 'ice lady', always in charge, but this is new for me. When the accident happened I meant what I said about seeing it through to the end with you. It's the way I take on everything, that's me 'Miss Responsibility'. You're special to me because of your relationship with Uncle Ben and I find myself very comfortable around you. Maybe it's because you're the least threatening person I know, who knows? But last night something happened and for the first time, I'm faced with a problem that takes an emotional investment and I don't know if I'm up to it. I could be, I just don't know."

"I'm physically a big gal with big appetites so when I look ahead for me that's always in the back of my mind. At forty, I'm not planning on having any kids of my own, so it's not that. If Berger can return you to your normal size, is that the end for you and I? If he can't, I meant my commitment to you in your life, but I still don't know what part of me I'm willing to personally share. Then you go and act like a white knight in shining armor and bring my family together in a way I'd never have believed possible." She grinned and said, "Who was it that used to say, 'I'm so confused'?"

I thought, "OK, she lied about her age, so maybe it is the age difference. Does she care or is that just something she always does?"

I said, "Come on Suzanne, lighten up. Despite my size, I'm really a big boy now. I knew your commitment to me after the accident was just an honest response on your part to help me, and not a lifetime thing. With the Professor's money I'll be able to hire support when I need it. I still have my skills and my work with Berger shows me I can communicate with others electronically, so maybe I can set up a consulting business of some sorts."

"You're a beautiful desirable woman and frankly you turn me on in the blink of an eye, but then a lot of women can turn me on. This thing with Berger is a chancy thing. Maybe I don't want to risk it, who knows? For now can't we just let it ride and see what happens and not sweat the future?"

"Damn it to hell, Jones, why do you have to be so fucking self sacrificing. What about you, your needs? You send a goon five time your size to the hospital, but when something happens to put your future in the toilet, you roll with it and look out for me, Arilla and even Maria." She sounded angry, but her eyes looked like there might be some tears in them.

She seemed so vulnerable and I wanted to reach out to her, but for some reason I just sat there. I was fully aware she was naked under her robe, but what did I want from this woman; a romp in her crotch or something more? What was she thinking?

She reached out her hand and said, "Come sit in my lap, Arty." When I did she put her arms around me and held me close. "I'd love to try and see what you and I could do sexually and we may just do that someday soon. But you're coming up on decision time and I don't want to make it more difficult. You and I need to go and talk to Berger. He's asking for direction and if you want him to restore you to normal size, then we should tell him. It's possible he'll refuse and then we'll have to face that. If he agrees, then it's entirely up to you. All I can promise you is that I'll be at your side whenever you make that decision.

"I've told father you and I need to go see Berger and I'll be gone for awhile. He said to tell you that whatever decision you make, he'll back you all the way. Are you up to a trip across the pond, Arty?"

"Yeah, I'm up to it. I've given it a lot of thought and I can't say I've made any decision. A lot depends on experiments that Berger can run and I'd feel better if I was there during his investigation. So when do we go?"

"It seems like the sooner the better. I'll start making arrangements tomorrow. There is a favor I'd like to ask of you in our travel arrangements. I think it would be best if we went as mother and daughter for a couple of reasons. I don't think it's wise to let anyone even think of you as a 'little man', so we'd have to dress you in young boys clothes anyway. Your voice doesn't sound like a youngster's, but if I can keep you with me all the time, you can keep quiet. Then we wouldn't have the hassle of rest rooms and so on, but it's up to you."

"What the heck, you'd just have to spring for a whole new wardrobe. Whatever I'm dressed as, it's the least of my problems. It's a good time to go anyway. Maria and Arilla will have enough trouble deciding who's going to do what for Juan. Let me know when the travel plans are set."

We got ready for bed together and I was treated to Suzanne's beautiful naked body in the shower. Back scrubs were exchanged, but that's all. In bed Suzanne gave me a tender kiss, which I guess was sort of motherly. I returned the kiss as I imagined a child would kiss his mother. Later when her arm was around me I thought about what she said about seeing what we could do sexually sometime soon. 

So many thoughts tonight are going around in my head. Could I make a life as Suzanne's boy toy? Probably. Would Suzanne be satisfied? Probably not. If I don't take a chance getting back to normal size, Suzanne will live up to her promise and keep me with her. Will either of us be happy? If I do get back to normal, I'm not in her social league or anything else and we'll most likely part ways. I could still find a life to live, it just wouldn't be with Suzanne. 

What if the machine leaves me some kind of a physical freak? It could even kill me, but then I wouldn't have a future to worry about, would I? 

Decisions, decisions . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 

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Dear Reader,

I hope you've enjoyed the adventures of Arthur Jones so far. There are a number of ways his life could go from here and I'd appreciate your thoughts. Some of the story lines I've considered so far are:

1. Who are the English women he will meet with Berger. What are they like? Yeah I know they talk sort of funny, but they're just as beautiful as American women. We know Arthur is obsessed with the female form and finds most women desirable, so that won't change.

2. What if the machine backfires and Arthur ends up the size of a human dildo? Think of the places he could explore.

3. What if the part of him that he thinks with ends up much larger? Then he could become a munchkin stud.

4. What if he ended up normal size with an oversized tool?

5. What if that part of him ends up with the ability to expand or contract on its own and completely fill whatever passage it's in?

6. What if he meets somebody near his own size? Then what about Suzanne?

7. What if???

Thanks for reading my story,

art4real