Eric couldn't believe it. Here he was, an inch tall, in the palm of his wife's hand as she showed him off to a bunch of people she had just met at a cocktail party. As if he were some kind of toy, or a pet.
Jennifer lowered her hand and tilted it, causing Eric to fall onto the circular table in the middle of the group. He stumbled, and as he got up he saw a couple of empty wine glasses on the table with him, each as tall as a skyscraper.
And of course, if the glassware looked like a skyscraper, the people above and around him looked like gods. Even his own wife.
"So what are you going to do with him?" asked a man nonchalantly, as if deciding Eric's fate for him was some idle topic.
"Uh, I haven't actually gotten to that point," said Jennifer, shifting a bit as she stood. "I hadn't really thought this through. I just liked the idea of him being really small. You could say it changes the power dynamic in our relationship." All the giants had a laugh at that, and Eric felt humiliated. He was basically the size of nothing, and that's how everyone else treated him now. "I don't really have any plans," continued Jennifer.
"Well," said a giant woman behind him, "if that's the case, how about I borrow him for a little bit while you think of some ideas?"
Eric and Jennifer both turned suddenly to look at this woman, Eric having to crane his head way up. She was a blonde woman, looking to be in her late thirties to early forties. She was very cute, with a round physique. Eric suspected she had had a few kids, but no one else in the group seemed to be part of her family. She was wearing a peach cocktail dress and had her hair back in a bun, with a few rings and a necklace on. Eric suspected she was fairly well-off.
Eric waited for Jennifer to politely decline, but that didn't happen. Jennifer just said, "hmm."
Eric turned back towards her. "You cannot be serious," he said. "I am not a piece of property to be borrowed like sugar or traded like a Pokemon card. I'm not going to let you just give me away to someone."
At first Jennifer said nothing. She gave him a cold stare that Eric felt was piercing him, so much so that he didn't notice at first that everything was getting bigger. Shit. She was shrinking him again! He looked around: everything seemed to be about double its previous height, though still not quite as big as when she first shrank him. He figured he must be a half-inch tall now. Shit!
"And what are you going to do about it? As long as you're small, you ARE something for me to trade as I see fit. And you're going to stop whining about it, at least if you don't want to be the size of a speck of dust."
Eric was too scared to say anything, so Jennifer turned back towards this woman. "So, I'm not sure I got your name."
"Anna," responded the blonde woman. "Room 507."
"OK Anna," said Jennifer. "How long would you want him for?"
"Hmmm," said Anna. "How about overnight?"
"Oh, that's a while," said Jennifer. "But you know what? We're here for a week. One night won't kill him." She paused. "Right? You promise to bring him back in one piece?"
Anna smiled. "Of course. This is just a little fun."
"Well then he's yours," said Jennifer, gesturing towards Eric.
Eric saw Anna turn to look down at him with an expression of unadulterated glee. She wrapped her fingers around him, lifted him up, and he was now in the possession of a different giant woman.
Anna slipped him directly into her left bra cup. Eric barely had time to see a swirl of beige before he found himself wedged in between a large piece of fabric and a very, very squishy surface. He loved breasts, of course, but this was more than he was ready to handle. As Anna excused herself from the group and began walking away, Eric just hoped he would be able to survive being inside Anna's bra without suffocating. Of course, he had been able to survive being shoved up his wife's pussy, so hopefully this should be easier. Still, who knows?
A few moments later, he heard Anna say, "I'm back!" as she shut a door. Eric then heard a man's voice. "How was the Size Wing cocktail party? See anything fun?"
"It was kind of neat," Anna said. A lot of people a lot shorter than you'd expect, or taller than you'd expect. Sort of wild to talk to a fifteen-foot-tall person. How did things go with the kids?"
"Fine," said the man, obviously Anna's husband. "They're out by the pool. I told them five minutes until we get ready for dinner."
"Sounds great," said Anna. Was she even going to mention Eric at all? He didn't want to be humiliated any further, but he also didn't like the idea of being totally under the control of one person.