After one last triumphant fucking between the young man and the MILFy huge breasted Eileen, Ty begrudgingly reduced her bust back to its former (still ample) size and the two of them cleaned up their musky evidence.
"Well..." Eileen said, throwing on a ratty t-shirt on top of her hooker ensemble. "Let's see..."
By now, Dusty, June, and Mark were all petrified and began to flail and struggle inside their jars as Eileen peered into the bag in shock.
"They're naked!" She said sharply, blushing as she quickly closed the bag. She went in for another look and closed it quickly again, staring at Ty in shock. "I-Is Dustin a girl now?!"
"He liked it." Ty shrugged.
"D-Did you?" Eileen blinked, passing the bag back to Ty and pacing in her high heels.
"Just Dustin." He grinned. "She's Dusty now."
This made Eileen pause and she began giggling.
"Let's do some more to them!" She said eagerly. "Come with me!"
* * *
In the quiet of the basement downstairs, Eileen carefully pulled each bug jar out of the bag and tossed it away. Ty and her sat behind a desk lamp in her library room and watched their tiny captives struggle and cry for help.
"What should we do to them?" Eileen giggled, watching June in particular sit in the middle of her jar crying hysterically. "I almost feel bad."
"Sorry." Ty said, blushing momentarily.
"I said almost." She emphasized. "Everybody on the block knows what the fuck they've been doing to you all these years."
It seemed that Mark in particular was staring at Eileen, breathing heavily against the side of his jar and staring. Eileen looked down at him, raised her eyebrow, and she reached for his jar. She carefully opened it, and emptied Mark onto the green felt of her table, smirk deviously.
"P-Please!" Mark said, grovelling before the two giants, his voice hillariously high pitched. "Mercy! I-I'll... please!"
"Mercy." Eileen said, looking up into the air as if trying to figure out what the word meant, trying not to laugh as Ty giggled quietly beside her. "Is that the same kind of Mercy you gave your step son when you beat him?"
"I-I..." Mark stammered, now kneeling and glistening with terror sweat.
"You you?" She said, poking his flabby chest with her finger and making him reel back. "We all heard you smacking the kid with that belt of yours. We saw the cast on his arm for two months. Do you think your neighbors are stupid?"
Mark began sobbing pathetically and fell to his hands in knees. Yet his face burned bright red with suppressed rage.
"I'll tell you what, Mark." Eileen rolled her eyes. "I'm not a bad person. But you are."
Ty watched with confusion as Eileen plucked Mark off the table, holding him with her thumb and index finger, and raised him gently to her mouth. "Maybe you didn't think I *saw* you leering at me when I used to wear that small pink tank top."
At this, Mark began struggling in her heads desperately, squirming like a bug, but she tightened her grip. "Did June know you hit on me, I wonder?"
At this, Ty turned to June's jar and saw his tiny naked step mom burning with red hot rage, her hands clenched and hatred burning in her eyes. She stood there, staring at Mark, and shook with pure anger.
"Oh? She didn't?" Eileen turned to June and there eyes met. "Well, he did. Several times. Asked me for a neighbor fuck too. Said his old bag didn't have to know. I actually slapped him across the face. You... did see that, right? He said he walked into a wall or something, right? Wasn't that it?"
June began screaming obscenities and while barely audible from the enclosed jar, it was clear she was spitting acid.
"So. An abuser. A cheater. A bastard. An ass. What shall we do with you?" Eileen dropped him from her hand suddenly and Mark hit the table with a dull thud, crying out. Yet thanks to his tiny size he was unharmed, weighing very little.
"Put him back in the jar." Ty grinned almost demonically.
"Oop!" Eileen said, grinning. "Looks like our new God here has decided your fate, Mark." She plucked him, kicking and screaming, off the table, and Dusty and June stared in waiting anticipation as Eileen dropped him into the jar and deftly closed the lid.
"You're a slime, Mark. Living slime." Ty said, leaning in to look at Mark's tiny horrified expression. "Now let's make it real."
For a moment, Mark seemed to perspire, leaving a slick trail on the glass of the jar as he slid down unexpectedly and floundered to the bottom. He began to scream as his arms and legs started to soften and become useless. When they melted, his tiny high pitched cries of horror were swiftly silenced as his flabby core and torso began to soften too. He flailed around in his own goo until all of him had melted down in a bright green slime. The blob oozed at the bottom of the jar, pulling itself together into a mound of goop, and began pulling itself around on the bottom of the jar, leaving a slime trail behind it.
Eileen stared in both terror and amazement. "Is... he still in there?" She whispered to Ty.
"Oh, he's there." He grinned mavolently.