By this time, my face was at the level of the ever-more-impressive breasts of my female relatives, but I wasn’t concerned about that; I was in shock.
“One inch? Why do you want to make me so small?”
Katie said, “We’ve all actually talked about this before, when we were pretending to be giantesses. At an inch, you’re big enough for us to see your dick, and little enough to fit inside our bra, or inside our mouth, or,” she blushed, but continued, “in our pu... panties,” she finished, seeming a little out of breath.
My face was well below their waists by this time, and I had given up trying to hold up any of my clothes for modesty. “Well, I don’t mind being your toy for a while, but afterwards we should think about some size variety.”
“What do you mean?” asked Donna, as my face passed their knees.
“Well, for example, just think that it’s possible for me to be the toy of one of you, while that girl is the toy of a bigger girl, who is the toy of the biggest girl.”
I could see the wheels turning in Katie’s head; she was the oldest of the three, so I assumed that she could best envision what I was talking about. Of course, by this time it was hard to see the faces of any of the girls; with them crowded in around me, from a one-inch-tall vantage point, their breasts mostly blocked my view of their faces.
Suddenly, Deborah stepped back, leaned down and scooped me up in her hand. “Well, that’s fun to imagine, but I think that I’d like to play with you for a while. I think I will put you...”
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