Size Playground 1
“Thanks for dinner, Lou, and for picking up the cheque.”

The short woman tucked under his arm grinned.  “I figure it’s only fair when I pick the place.”  She nudged against his hip, steering him toward a corner opposite where they’d parked the car.  “C’mon, let’s take the scenic route.”

Her date chuckled and patted his belly. “I could stand to walk off that burger.  We’ll have to come back, that was really good.  And the shakes!”

“Told ya.”  Lou pulled up short in front of another hole-in-the wall storefront.

Her boyfriend looked up at the sign. “Size Playground?  That’s a weird name.”  He peered in through the glass, but there was only a reception desk to be seen.  “They’re open awfully late if they’re for kids.”

Lou grinned impishly, and tugged her lanky companion’s hand.  “C’mon, Pete, let’s take a look inside.”

Behind the receptionist desk were three inset glass panels, looking like wall fishtanks.  The first had a handful of small, brightly coloured fish within, and a small scuba diver figure floating among them.  The second wasn’t a fishtank at all, but a display for a dollhouse.  Odder yet, there appeared to be a diorama of a miniature mountain within the third, complete with a tiny gondola working it’s way up a thread toward the top.

The receptionist smiled at them, and when Lou asked which rooms were free, she noted that 20 and 5 were in use, but the rest could be unlocked.  Lou grinned.  “Ten still connects to the end, right?”

The receptionist nodded, and accepted Lou’s cash and note.  “You two can go in.”

A concealed door right beside Pete opened, eliciting a startled yelp from him.  He followed his date inside, curiosity written all over his face.  When the door closed behind them with a thud, he whirled around and stared at the pair of lights beside it.  They flicked from red to green as he watched, and a second door opened, leading out of the closet-sized space they were in.

“What is this,” Pete asked.  “An airlock?”

Lou led him through the second door, and waved to the beefy guy standing just beyond it.  “Hiya, Gerry.”

Pete echoed her wave, adding a weak, “Uh, hi.”

“Evening.  Don’t mind me,” said the guy in a gravelly voice.  “As long as you don’t make trouble, at least.”

Pete nodded eagerly.  “I’m not the type.”

“I know.”  The bouncer shot a look at Lou that made her giggle.  He pointed out the lockers along the wall, and suggested their shoes and other loose items get put away safely.

Once they’d done so Lou tugged Pete toward the room’s most improbable feature, a giant round opening in the wall opposite the door they’d entered by.  It went from floor to ceiling, and had a protruding green flange that made it look for all the world like it belonged in a Mario game.  He laughed.  “Video games?  This looks like kiddie stuff.”

Lou giggled again.  “Can’t catch me!”  She darted off into the pipe.  Laughing, Pete chased after her.  He stumbled slightly as he entered the pipe, his balance suddenly askew.  The pipe looked odd, as if it had a taper to it.  But as he ran forward, chasing his giggling girlfriend, the roof never got closer to his head.  He shrugged, and figured it must be a trick of the light.

As they ran, they passed doors marked with numbers.  75, then 64, 50 then 32.  Door #20 had a red light on above it, and shortly after passing that Pete saw Lou dart into another door to the left.  The light over #10 went on just as he got there, and his attempts to push it open had no effect.  “No fair, Lou!  No fair!”

Her voice echoed from further down the pipe.  “Just taking a shortcut.”  Her giggling got louder as he gamely carried on down the pipe, past 5 on his right, and 3 then 2 on his left, each a dozen or more steps apart.  The light at the far end was getting closer, and soon he stumbled out the open end of the pipe into an enormous room.  

Pete looked up in surprise.  The wall opposite him was at least a block away, and it reached higher than he could judge, easily twenty stories or more.  It was painted the most improbable shade of lavender, and had a white border that he would have called baseboard trim if it wasn’t two stories tall.

He started walking toward it, and it wasn’t a trick of the light.  It really was far enough away that it would take a substantial jog to reach it.  How could that be?  He’d only run a block, at best.  There weren’t any buildings this big nearby.

Then Pete saw the coin, and the marble.  The coin was very obviously a dime, but it was thicker than his arm, and looked big enough that he could use it as a bed.  The marble was twice as tall as he was, and he was glad it wasn’t rolling toward him.  He took a step closer, marvelling at it.  There were chips in the side, and it looked for all the world like a child’s well-used toy, blown up to a hundred times its normal size.  Beyond it were other things.  Toys the size of houses, a car key bigger than a car.  He walked to the key, touched it.  It felt... real.  The plastic head was scarred from use and tumbling against the other keys on the enormous split-ring it was attached to.  All the other keys were scaled exactly the same.

Walking past the keys while dazedly noting that the others all showed the same sort of wear, he saw a hot pink car.  It was longer than a city bus, but at least felt closer to his scale than the keys.  Then he saw that it was occupied by a Barbie doll, a giantess of one.  Sitting in the car, her head was six stories above his, at least.  While staring up at it, he noticed idly that the driver’s mirror was just a sticker, and it was peeling, revealing paper thicker than it had any right to be.

“Is this... real?” he asked into the silence.  Silence that he now noted, contained the sound of someone rather larger than himself breathing, and starting to giggle in a familiar way.

“So what do you think, Pete?” asked Lou from somewhere behind him.

He turned toward her voice, then looked up.  Way, way up.  She towered over him, easily eight times his height.  Then he frowned.  She wasn’t even as tall as the Barbie in the car.

“Wait, why aren’t you the same scale as all the rest of this stuff?”

“Because I went out the big door.”  Lou pointed back toward the other wall of the room.  Pete turned to look, then had to trot to the side to get a really clear view.  A giant pipe entered the room, starting at half the height of the room, and dwinding until it petered out at about his height after crossing most of the space.  In its side was a door marked #10.  A door that was ten times his height.  Nearer where he’d emerged was one marked #2.

“The pipe...” said Pete in awe.  “It changes the size of things that go through it?”

“Got it in one,” came Lou’s voice from above him, just before her hand closed about his waist.  “C’mon, let’s play.”

Pete shivered in her hands as Lou darted further into the room.  “Slow down!”

Lou laughed.  “Really?  Look at this place.  Toys and swings and slides and...”  She hopped on a plastic structure that looked like a baby’s toy, and two round platters built into its base started to spin.  A plastic sphere five times Pete’s height chased them around, Lou dancing out of its way, giggling like a little girl.

“Are you insane!” cried Pete when the machine finally stopped spinning.  “Is that what this is?  I could have gotten killed!”

Lou pouted, and sat down on a shoe the size of a couch.  She set Pete on top of an ottoman-sized buckle.  “This is safe, Pete.  We’re as strong as at full size, nothing in here can hurt us.  I could try to crush you underfoot, and it’d feel like a mattress was lying on top of you, even if I stomped up and down.”

“Oh,” said Pete softly.  After digesting this for a while he asked, “Are you sure about that? Really, really sure?”

“Yep.  I hid in my sister’s shoe one time we were here.  They’ll let you put personal things in the playground before you enter, it’s so amazing to see stuff you know well at a totally new scale.  She put her shoe on with me in it, and we made it as far as the door.  I was squirming too much and made her giggle, so I got caught and they made me change back.”

“You tried to leave this place while tiny?” asked Pete, wonderingly.

Lou nodded eagerly.  “Oh yeah.  I love being tiny.”  She scooped him up again.  “Everything’s so different.  Some of the toys in here are mine from when I was a kid.”  She carried him over to a toy slide that was taller than she was, climbed up it, and set him in her lap.  With a whoosh they rushed down it, tumbling into a heap at the end.

Pete ended up pinned under one of Lou’s breasts.  Normally they were a pleasant handful, but now...  She giggled as he struggled to free himself, and leaned more weight on him.  When he finally crawled free, she inched forward, a wall of boob-flesh threatening to engulf him once more.  He stared into her cleavage, and when an enormous finger poked into his back, he didn’t resist.

Lou stood up, giggling at the way her boyfriend’s feet kicked in the air between her breasts.  After a lot of squirming and struggling that left both of them flushed, Pete’s head and arms poked into view.  “Beginning to see the attraction?” she asked coyly.

“Maybe,” Pete admitted, but his grin was a big fat yes.

Lou squealed happily.  “Cool.  C’mon, let’s go home.”

She headed out the #10 door, and was soon back in the entry room, full sized.  Pete stared up at her.  “What about me?” he hissed.

“Shush, you,” Lou murmured, trying to avoid the bouncer’s attention.  “I’m taking you home like this.”

“But...”  Pete’s protest were drowned in tit-flesh as Lou pushed him further down.  She did up a few more buttons to hide her cleavage, then headed to the door.  It was very hard not to giggle at the squirming going on in between her boobs.  Pete was really pitching a fit.

“Ahem.”  The bouncer held his hand out.

Lou grinned up at him as innocently as she could.  “What?”

“Hand him over or change him back.  You know the rules.”

“Awwww,” pouted Lou as she turned back toward the pipe.  She went back to door #10, then let Pete out near the pipe’s small terminus.  “Gerry spotted you.  Not so much squirming next time, OK?”

“Next time?” ranted Pete.  “Next time?  What makes you think I’d ever come back here with you?”

“The fact that you’re still here staring at my gigantic tits and imagining what it would be like to spend the night there.”

“I...”  Pete couldn’t tear his eyes away, and it wasn’t until Lou got up with a forlorn sigh and headed toward her door that he finally turned for the long walk back to full height.  He met Lou along the way, and took her hand for the balance of the walk.

At the door, Pete hesitated.  “Why can’t you let small people out?”

“Once they leave the facility they can’t breathe the air.  Plus they get easy to squish.”

Pete shuddered.  “Ew.  Thanks, then.”

“I wasn’t really trying to get you killed, you know,” said Lou.  “Just messing with you.  Gerry never fails.”

Pete stared into her eyes for a long time.  Lou bit her lip and waited, nervously.  Eventually, Pete turned back to the doorman.  “Are there any private rooms on the premises?”

The burly guy held out a hand, and Pete laid a large bill in it.  “That’ll cover you for the night.  Room C, down the corridor.”  He gestured to a door set in the middle of the wall, some ten feet to the left of the tunnel.

Pete grinned, and headed back down the tunnel.  This time it was Lou that had to scurry to catch up, and Pete’s turn to block the exit at door #10.

“Aw come on, Pete.  Don’t be mean!”

Pete called out, “It’s not much further.”

“Meanie.”

A few seconds later, Door #3 opened and Lou stepped shyly out.  Pete took a step toward her, but she squeaked and scurried backward.  So he sat with his back to the pipe and waited for her to come closer at her own pace.  “I thought you liked being tiny.”

Lou nodded, and walked over toward him.  It took her a couple dozen steps to approach within arm’s reach, a distance that would have taken him substantially less.

Pete looked down at her, smiling kindly.  “You look so cute like this.  So... I’m one tenth my original size, and you’re three percent of yours.  So you’re just under one third as tall as me, now?”

“Closer to a quarter your height.  I started smaller.”

Pete looked thoughtful.  “So... if I went into the 75 room, and you went around the outside, you’d be a little taller than me?  That sounds like fun.”

Lou smiled.  “I’d like that.  Later.  Or maybe 64, and put your head at just the right height.”  She cupped her breasts suggestively, which made Pete grin.

“It’s a deal.  Have you used those rooms before?”

Lou shook her head.  “Nah.  I always went for the playroom.  Should have gotten them to toss my bra in here.  I’ve always wanted...”

“Hm?”

Lou looked away from him, blushing.

“You want to play in your bra?  It’d be the size of... of...”  Pete thought it over, holding up his cupped hand and imagining scales.  “Wow.  Like a super-huge bed.  You could sleep in your own bra!”

Lou snickered.  “Wasn’t figuring on sleeping.”

Pete set a hand down beside Lou, and she slipped her tiny one into his.  “I’m game,” he offered.  “Think we could get someone to carry us to our room at that size?”

Lou squeaked, and was suddenly snuggled up against his side.  He wrapped his arm about her protectively.

“What?”

“It’s just...  You saw how big I was at ten times.  Now imagine one hundred.”

Pete just grinned.  “Your breasts would be soooo big!”

Lou giggled.  “I’m serious!  It’s terrifying.  Even being this small compared to you is kind of freaky.”

Pete leaned down and kissed her on the cheek, getting even more giggles in response.  She turned into the kiss, and they tangled tongues for a time, revelling in the strangeness that even a factor of three could add.  Pete scooped her up into his lap partway through.

When they broke for air, Lou sighed happily, then burrowed her way into Pete’s arms.  Little fingers tugged at a button, then another, and soon she was cuddled under his shirt.  “Mmmm.  Cozy.”

Pete chuckled warmly, and hugged her gently to his chest.  “You reversed field fast.  Two minutes ago you were running away.”

“That was before the kiss.  And feeling your arms around me like this.  I am getting *so* wet in here.”

Pete carefully got to his feet, arms still cradling his girlfriend.  “Then let’s go find room C, so we can have a little privacy.”

“Really?” gasped Lou.  “I...”  She sniffled softly.

Pete opened the door.  “Really.  But... why are you crying?”

As he walked his way back to full size, Lou told him about finding this place several years ago, when she was only sixteen and her sister was eighteen.  They’d had an amazing time among the toys, pretending they were little kids again.  She’d been able to talk her sister into coming back every now and then, but her sister had never seen the attraction the way Lou had.  Pete wasn’t the first guy Lou had inveigled into coming to the Size Playground with her, but he was the only one that hadn’t run screaming back up the pipe after seeing her tower over them.

Pete laughed at that.  “I have to say... I was a little nervous.  But I’ve faced down big game before, and you didn’t come across as threatening.  Plus...”

“Yes?” asked Lou, eagerly.

Now it was Pete’s turn to blush.  “Getting mooshed by a boob almost as big as I was?  Highlight of the evening so far.  I love huge boobs and the idea of...”

Lou giggled.  “So why am I the tiny one right now?”

“Because you love it.  And this scale won’t be too intimidating to start with.  I hope.”  Pete waved to Gerry, who was giving him the hairy eyeball and looming near the exit door.  “Hey Gerry.  Not going to sneak out with my precious cargo here.  Just... how do I open the room?”

Gerry chuckled resonantly.  “It’s bio-coded to the two of you.  Just come close to it, and the door nearest your scale will open.”

“Nearest my scale?” asked Pete curiously.

“There’s a tunnel under the corridor floor from the playroom, leading to both rooms C and D.  The intersection is marked, of course.  It’s a long way back if you go the wrong way.”

Pete laughed.  “At one percent?  Yeah, I can imagine.”  He turned to the locker that he had shared with Lou, and picked up her shoes.  Then he gave Gerry a jaunty wave, and headed up the corridor.

The door for room C slid aside with a very familiar whooshing sound as he approached it, and Pete grinned.  “This place is awesome!”

From inside his shirt came a little, “I know!”

Pete stepped into the room, and the door closed silently behind him.  A glance was enough to survey the room, it wasn’t especially large.  The king-sized bed took up the bulk of it, and a door at the far end presumably led to a bathroom.  Two steps let him peek in and confirm his guess.  No shower, even.  He frowned, then looked more closely at the sink.  There were what looked like jacuzzi controls set into the side of it, and on the counter was what looked for all the world like a shower stall sized for a Barbie doll.  That led his eyes to the ramp that spiralled down from the counter to the floor.  “Huh.  Clever.”

Lou peeked out of his shirt.  “Oooh!  We can come back here at tiny size for a swim!”

Returning to the main room, Pete noticed that there was a similar spiral structure built into the bedside table, emerging as part of the headboard.  “Very clever indeed.  So.  Shall we return a little... smaller?”

Lou wormed her way out of Pete’s shirt and used the collar to lever herself up to the point where she could kiss him.  When the kiss finally ended, both were panting for air.  “I’ll take that as a no,” gasped Pete.  He dropped the shoes he’d forgotten he’d been holding, and his shirt and pants soon followed them.

Pete lay back on the bed, and let Lou explore his naked body.   His eyes followed her every move, and from time to time he couldn’t help but reach up and stroke her hair, or her backside.  Lou grabbed his hand and pulled it over her breasts, cooing at how he could cup both at once.

Pete laughed, and pulled her unresisting to his face.  He kissed her on the breasts, and the feel of his tongue laving over both at once made her shudder and moan.  Working lower led to even more of those delightful little noises, and soon they were testing the soundproofing of the room.

Some time later, a sated Lou was lying on Pete’s chest, staring up at him with glowing eyes.  “That was incredible.  You have a very talented tongue.”

Pete stuck it out at her, rolling it into a tube.  That made Lou giggle.  “Promises, promises.  I want to be inside that roll.”

That got a reaction.  “Good grief.  Really?  I’d worry about accidentally swallowing you.”

Lou shuddered.  “That wouldn’t be so much fun, no.”

“Rather fatal, I should think.”

Lou shook her head.  “The protection when you’re tiny is really good.  I just have no interest in going on the grand tour of your intestines.”

Pete made a face. “Way to spoil the mood.”

Lou stood up, and wiggled her toes in Pete’s chest hair.  “I guess I should make it up to you, then.”  She sat on his pelvis, legs on either side of his now-hardening shaft.  “Mmm, this is going to be fun.”

Pete’s response was a strangled gargling sound that made Lou grin.  She wrapped her arms about the shaft and pressed its tip against her breasts.  “Can’t quite manage a boob job at this size,” she giggled.  Twisting back and forth teased them across the tip, and got even more of a reaction from Pete.  She wrapped her arms around the shaft, and started to bounce up and down.

Pete’s noises became even louder, but to Lou’s disappointment she started to tire before getting him off.  As she slumped, she felt two hands curl around her, and she squealed happily as he started pumping her up and down.

Moments later she was sputtering through a faceful of goop.  His grip loosened, and she spun around to glare at him.  But the expression on his face made her break out into giggles instead.

“I must look like a drowned rat,” she said at last, once she’d regained some control.

“Yep.  Want to use the sink?  It’d make a good bathtub at your size.”

“Oooh!  Yes please.  Carry me?”

“But of course.”

The sink made a pretty good shower, too.  Warm water and some nice soap took care of the worst of the mess, then Pete rinsed her off before setting the plug and starting to fill the sink.  A minute later, Lou was floating in a large tub of water.  It wasn’t quite long enough for her to lay out full length, but with a folded up facecloth to act as a pillow it was very comfy indeed.  She smiled up at Pete.  “Thanks.  This has been fun.”

“You’re welcome.  I’ll be back in a bit.”

Lou shrugged, and relaxed into the bath.  The sound of the door to the room hissing open didn’t bother her.   Some minutes later she heard a smaller hissing sound, then a patter of feet coming up the ramp.  She sat up, and watched Pete’s head come into view.  He grinned at her.  “It looked so inviting, I thought I’d join in.”

He took off his shirt and pants when he reached the top, carefully folded them, and set them at the edge of the counter.  Then with a whoop he started running toward the sink.  A leap sent him flying through the air, to splash into the water beside Lou.  He was at best a third her size.

Lou giggled at him when Pete’s head broke the surface.  “What did you do?”

“Tried the tunnel Gerry mentioned, at 10%.  It’d be a couple minutes hike at 1%.  Next time we can leave your bra in here, then come back that way.”

Lou cupped a hand under Pete’s bum, and lifted him up to sit him on her belly.  “Next time?”  She couldn’t keep her grin from spreading across her face.

He grinned back.  “Next time.  In your bra.  After running a bath up here, so we can both jump in afterward.”

Lou lay back in the sink again, humming happily to herself.  “That sounds lovely.”

Pete wriggled up between her breasts to meet her face to face.  “You think so?  Can I get you to tuck me into your bra afterward, with you at full size?”

“I’ll be tempted to try sneaking you out again.”  Lou sighed softly.  “I wish...”

Pete chuckled softly.  “Hey, we can have plenty of fun here.”  He rolled over onto his back, draping his arms over Lou’s breasts as if they were couch cushions.  One hand slipped down to tweak a nipple, and Lou gasped softly.

She scooped Pete up in her hands.  “You know... you’re a bit big for what I really want to do with you.”

“That can be changed,” said Pete with a grin.  “How small do you want me?”

“You’re at 10% now, right?  I think the 3% door would be perfect.  That should make you the same size as when all this started.”

Pete nodded.  “Can do.”

Lou’s eyes shone.  “Really?  God, I’ve fantasized about...”  She squirmed, sloshing water into the sink’s mesh-covered overflow drain.  One hand let go of Pete, and snaked down between her legs.

Pete licked his lips.  “I enjoy a challenge,” he claimed with false bravado.  Then, when Lou made no move to let go of him, he added, “but I need to get out to...”

Lou pulled him into a kiss, and Pete just grinned into it.  Being the one with the little tongue was a big change, and he tried using the same fluttering technique that had driven him wild when Lou had been the little one.  Lou squirmed, and suddenly he was underwater, flailing about.  At first he thought Lou had slipped, then he felt his feet shoved against yielding flesh.  Moments later he was knee-deep in her pussy, and thrashing even harder.

Pete held his breath as long as he could, praying Lou would get off before he ran out of air.  His prayers were not answered, and his increasingly desperate struggles only intensified the moans he could hear vibrating through the water.  Finally his reflexes would no longer be denied and he sucked in a great breath, agonizingly expecting a lungful of water but unable to do otherwise.  To his great surprise, he only got air.

Once the surprise had time to register, and his panic had died down, Pete took another experimental breath.  Still air.  He laughed, then, loud and long, then started scissoring his legs as best he could, bending his knees to try to rub against just the right...  Lou thrashed explosively, her death-grip on his chest finally loosening enough that he could slip free.  Pete bent over double and kissed Lou tenderly in a most delicate place.  This earned him a good twitch, and a hand fishing him back out of the drink.

“Did you know you can breathe underwater when tiny?” Pete asked conversationally when he was once again eye to eye with Lou.

“I...  Oh Goddess, you didn’t know you can breathe anywhere in here?  I’m so sorry.”  Lou hugged Pete tight to her chest, nearly suffocating him once more.  Pete relaxed into the soft embrace of her breasts, and took another experimental breath.  He laughed once more, and wiggled an arm free of Lou’s breasts squishy embrace to give her a big thumbs’ up.

Lou giggled, and mooshed her breasts together even more.  “Are these big enough for you?  Are they?”

When Pete was finally free, he shook his head.  “Nope.  Not big enough.”

Lou giggled even louder, and set Pete on the counter.  “Go, then.  I’ll be on the bed when you get back.”

“Full size?”

“Nah, I’m liking this size for now.  Enough to get around, but still small enough that everything is huge and amazing.”

Pete dried off and yanked on his pants.  He hesitated for a moment.  “We can survive drops like this, right?”

Lou rolled to her side to watch him.  “Oh yeah, easy.  No parachute needed.”

“I so want to get my wingsuit and try it in here, then,” said Pete before he jumped off the edge.  “woohoo!”

A moment later he called up from below.  “That was amazing!  I love this place!”

Lou lay back in the sink and smiled.  “So do I.”

Jogging back to the room at 1% of his original height took Pete longer than he’d figured.  It felt like he’d run a quarter mile by the time he returned to the cat-door sized portal marked ‘C’.  Of course, it had been cat-door sized when he was normal.  Now, when it rolled smoothly aside it seemed more like an airplane hangar opening.  Pete stepped through the opening nervously.  The room was immense.  A space that had felt claustrophobic, where he could almost touch opposite walls at the same time, now was as big as a football stadium.  The towering bed in front of him was the most daunting part.  Climbing that would be tricky.  He quickly stripped, and set his clothes by the ‘small’ door, where he’d have a chance of finding them again later.

Pete then moved cautiously into the room, looking around for Lou.  The way she would tower over him now, thirty times his size, preyed on his imagination.  It didn’t help that he could easily walk under the arch of her shoe.  Worse, they weren’t even high heels, not really.  They had a bit of a heel, perhaps an inch... but that was still taller than he stood, now.  Even when he stretched up as far as possible he couldn’t reach the leather roof above his head.

When he emerged from his impromptu tunnel, Pete got the feeling that something was watching him.  He looked waaay up, and peering over the edge of the bed was part of Lou’s face, just enough to expose one eye.  An eye as big as his head.

Pete took in a shuddering breath, steadied his nerves, and headed for the ramp at the base of the bedside table.  Before he’d made it halfway there was a huge sigh from above him.  “You’re taking too long.”

Pete turned to face Lou, whose whole face was exposed now.  “Fine.  Pick me up.”

Lou lay flat on the bed and reached down toward him, but her hands only made it a third of the way to the floor.  She pouted and pulled her hands back.  “It’s too much work to climb back up.”

Pete laughed.  “Then I shall carry on.  See you at the top!”

Lou’s head retreated and Pete started jogging once more.  A minute later he emerged at the top of the ramp and took a moment to catch his breath.  Then he looked up and saw Lou’s face was pressed up next to him.  He yelped, and nearly fell back down the ramp.

Lou’s hand came out of nowhere, approaching with both the speed and scale of an express train.  Pete didn’t even have time to cry out before it snatched him up.  Her hand closed around him tightly, but it didn’t feel like he was being crushed.  Instead, once the crazy roller-coaster ride stopped, it felt like he was being hugged all over.

Just as Pete had started to relax, the hand opened.  He stared around, barely comprehending what he was seeing.  To either side was a huge pink expanse, a hill higher than he was tall, and many times broader.  And in the distance beyond them, a grinning face as big as a house.  The ground under him heaved as Lou giggled, and he struggled to keep his balance.

“Wow.”

Lou smiled.  “Try this, then.”  She put her hands to the sides of her breasts, and slowly began to push.  The mounds to either side of Pete rose up, up, higher and higher, until they towered twice his height, more...  Pete was dumbstruck by awe, and stepped toward the leftmost one.  He stumbled on the uneven footing, then the breast came to him, pressing him inexorably against its mate.

Lou pushed harder, creating ever deeper cleavage.  She looked down in wonder.  There was no sign of Pete, he was completely lost in her cleavage.  She could feel him, though, squirming happily.  “Mmm.  Next time, I’m bringing my corset.”

Lou slowly released the pressure, and giggled at the sight of Pete lying on her breastbone, looking stunned and spent.  “Big enough for you?”

Pete made his way uncertainly to his feet.  “Almost.”

Lou laughed then, loud and long.  “You’re as mad for this as I am.”

“Different reasons, but...  Yeah.  I wish I could go home in your bra.”

“Only if we get to take turns.  I want to go home in your shoe.”

“My shoe?” asked Pete.  “Really?”

Lou nodded.  “I wasn’t really trying to sneak home tiny that time.  I just wanted to be under Mary’s foot.”

Pete smiled.  “It’s a deal.  Pity there’s no way to leave here without, you know, dying.”

Lou sighed, and patted Pete softly with a fingertip.  It still drove him to his knees.  “I know.”  Then she yawned hugely.  “Goodness, how late is it?”

“Late.  Getting well past pumpkin o’clock for me, too.  I’m going to be so useless at work on Monday, even with all day tomorrow off.”

Lou sighed softly.  “I wish this didn’t have to end.”

Pete turned and hugged her finger as best he could.  “We’ll be back.  Often.  I could go for another of those burgers.  Say... Friday night?”

Lou brightened.  “Really?  Sweet.”

Lou helped Pete off the bed, and he got dressed before heading back to the playroom once more.  He met her in the tunnel as she was coming in the 3 door, having gone out at 10 to reverse her path.  “Do you have to keep track of all the ups and downs?” he asked.  “I can see where that might get complicated.”

Lou shook her head, taking Pete’s hand as they walked toward the entrance.  “Nah.  Worst comes to worst, you run all the way out and all the way back, you’re normal again.  It can’t make you smaller than the minimum.”

“Cool.”

Then they were at the front, and gathering their things from the locker.  While Lou was fiddling with her shoes, Pete approached the bouncer, wallet in hand.  “Is there really no way to leave while reduced?”

Gerry shook his head on its squat neck.  “None at all, bribes or otherwise.  It’s a death sentence.  Policy is, not even objects go out - the lock won’t open if there’s anything at all that’s scaled.”

Pete sighed softly.  “Pity.”  He looked over at Lou, where she’d headed off into a deep, narrow alcove that ran behind the reception desk.  “It would be...”

Gerry rubbed his thumb over the fingers of his right hand.  Curious, Pete slipped him a largeish bill, and got a business card in return.  He tucked it into his pocket, and followed after Lou when she called out to him.

As he took the stairs up into the alcove, Pete marveled at what was there.  The displays from behind the reception desk were large glass tanks, set at the raised floor level.  The fishtank was perfectly normal, but the dollhouse and mountain he saw with new eyes.  “We could actually... visit these?  Do people do that?”

Lou laughed, and nodded.  “You’d need a bit of an exhibitionist streak.  It’s not always this quiet.  But look, look!  They’ve got snow on the mountain.  Real snow!”

“How in the world...”  Pete peered down into the glass case.  A person the size of his thumbnail waved up at him, then started down the hill.  “Damn, that looks like fun.”

“Yeah.  Way better than the mountain-climbing setup they used to have.  We should do this next time.  I can stay big, and carry you to the top instead of waiting for the lift.”

“We could take turns doing that.”  Pete chuckled softly as he felt Lou stiffen beside him.  “Is it really going to bug you that much seeing me so tall?”

“Looking up at my boyfriend, Godzilla?  I...  I’ll try.  Honestly try.”

“Baby steps.  You’ve seen me at three times.  We could go to five or ten next time, then work up from there.  Heck, I could lift you up the mountain at twenty times, easy.”

Lou smiled at him happily.  “So there will be next times?  Plural?”

Pete grinned back at her.  “As long as I get to spend some of the time small enough to use your boobs as funhouses, sure.”

“Awesome.”

After Pete had dropped Lou off at her place, he pulled the card from his pocket.  ‘Personal Adornments, by appointment only’, and a number.  Curiouser and curiouser...