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At first, James feels like his chair must have slipped to a weird angle because it looks like he’s staring up at Helena. His feet kick out and find air instead of the solid oak wood floor they were just leaning on, and when James tries to place his feet flat against the floor he can’t connect. His whole body is undergoing the most unusual sensation, as if his clothes have suddenly gone a size up. The table, too seems to be rising up into the sky, and soon James is barely eye-level with the table’s edge, Helena’s boobs looking truly mountainous now.
He hears Ryan cry out and looks over with a jolt of horror. Ryan is holding up his arms looking at his hands. Or rather, he would be but his hands are buried deep in his sleeves, going deeper every second as he shrinks in his chair. James screams in terror, his voice sounding like a cartoon mouse as his body is reduced into the folds of his clothes. Somehow, someway, the boys are shrinking smaller and smaller with each passing second. Soon, James’ shirt looms like a circus tent before he’s swallowed by the material. In pure fear and confusion James tears at his now huge shirt, tearing it free from his body. He makes a move to the edge of the chair and gasps as he stares down at his pile of clothes, crumpled and forlorn.
A quick glance at Ryan and it’s clear he’s in the same boat. It looks like they’re about a foot high now and bare-ass naked. There’s no way their old clothes will be any use to them now. Out the corner of his eye James catches movement and turns in fear to face it. It’s Helena, and she’s….Laughing. Her overgrown mammaries ripple and jiggle as her body shakes with the tremors of laughter, and there are even tears in her eyes from the intensity of laughter. Helena’s arms are cradling kütahya escort her splitting sides, pushing her balloon-tits together, the supple fat of her cleavage shuddering. In the back of his mind, Ryan registers that from their new height Helena’s boobs look even more blimp-like and swollen, almost like some kind of monster out of a cheap B-movie.
“What’s so funny!?” James squeaks with his attempt at a stern tone.
“Aw, don’t get mad sweetie!,” Helena grins, “I just think it’s hilarious to see my big bad bullies turned into teeny-weeny little creatures, that’s all! I bet you wish you were nicer to me now, don’t you?”
“You…did you do this to us, you bitch!?” Ryan wails, “You put drugs or some shit in our food? Or…or you hypnotized us?”
Helena’s reply is a cold cackle that sounds like ice cracking in the wilderness. She bends over low to address the boys as a unit, her alabaster breasts so large they obscure her belly and knees when she does so. Somehow, she stays upright.
“Think about this really hard little ones,” she starts mockingly, “If I drugged you, do you really think you’d be having the exact same hallucinations at the exact same time, perfectly synced up? Oh and as for hypnotizing you? We haven’t met before tonight, and hypnosis requires many, many sessions to create a fantasy such as this. Everything you’re experiencing is for real kids. Maybe if you used your minds to figure things out instead of spreading nasty rumors you wouldn’t be in this situation? But I can’t help it if you’re just a couple of pea-brained brats!” Helena starts up chuckling again; “Pea-brained…At this size, you almost are!”
Ryan feels his skin burn with humiliation. He had malatya escort always hated being talked down to, but this took it to a whole other level. Having to look at this over-endowed cow as her veiny tits shudder and shake like jello on a washing machine with each demeaning giggle was too much to take. Ryan lets out a shout of anger, jumping down from his chair. He’s still not used to his new size and isn’t prepared for the rush of air as he drops and how quickly the ground comes up on him. He smacks into it, hard, but avoids any major damage. Helena stares on with a depraved glint in her eye as Ryan charges her. He aims for her leg, planning to take her down, throwing all his weight behind his shoulder. Smacking into Helena’s shin is like charging into an oak tree. Still, Ryan can feel the slightest give, her heel pushed back by a hair’s breadth. It’s no good though.
“Wow! Look at you!” Helena thrills in the mocking voice of a mother excited to see her toddler walking alone for the first time. Ryan stares up at her through the gulch of her cleavage, the pale, bulging flesh obstructing a full view of her face. What Ryan can see for sure are her red lips. They’re twisted into a condescending smirk as Helena chastises him even further;
“Did my teeny weeny little boy want to play at being a big man? Well, I’m so sorry sweetie but you’re just too small for all that rough and tumble! Here, let me show you!” Ryan doesn’t even see the attack coming. He feels Helena’s leg tensing and in the next second he’s sliding along the ground, Helena’s leg extended after her kick. He comes to a stop next to James’ chair, just in time to be joined by James himself, who took a slower and safer route down.
“We batman escort have to get out of here,” Ryan says to James the second he has his breath back. James nods, running a shaking hand over his worried face. “Look, she may be bigger but we have her outnumbered, right? If we charge her, maybe we can overpower her and escape?”
“What are my little ones plotting?” Helena cuts in, and when James and Ryan turn to face her she hooks a thumb into the opening of her sweater. With a sharp pull, Helena’s breasts burst forth swinging wildly from the momentum, slapping against each other loudly, the milk-white flesh quivering with such intensity, as if her elephantine melons have a mind of their own and are excited to finally be free. The intricate network of dark blood vessels snaking through Helena’s doughy jugs are not unsimilar to a spider’s web, coming to a head at her puffy, pointed nipples. Helena’s nipples stand erect from her fatty knockers, pointing outward like an accusing finger or a deadly weapon, their conical shape instantly making onlookers think of missiles.
“It’s so hard to hear your pathetic little squeakings down there” Helena grins maliciously, her eyes dripping with scorn as her heavy tits rise and fall in sync with her breath.
“J-just ignore them…her!, just..charge!” James cries out to Ryan, trying to focus on escaping, failing to disregard his renewed erection. Despite everything that’s going on, Helena still has the most amazing pair he’s seen in his life. Speaking of Helena, she’s not playing around this time. She drops to her knees with a flourish, her engorged udders shaking and knocking against each other like they’re part of a Newton’s cradle, each rhythmic slap as they resettle echoing in James and Ryan’s ears. Helena grabs Ryan around the throat, pinning him under her knee, incapacitating him without doing any permanent harm. She grabs James around the ear and lifts hard. The side of James’ head explodes with pain as he’s lifted, his legs kicking out at the air.
Like it or not, Helena’s got the boys exactly where she wants them now…
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