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Give Yourself to Me - Chapter 18
🕑 Added 2024-06-10 11:39:58 +0000 UTCLily woke with a gasp.
Her legs instinctively squeezed together, and she felt him—Tommy’s tiny body, barely bigger than one of her legs, her toes brushing up against his delicate little ankles. She tried to sit up to see him over the rise of her breasts, but she only caught a glimpse of a small mound beneath the covers before his tongue found another particularly sensitive spot, causing her to throw her head back and moan.
God, that little tongue felt good, exploring every little nook and cranny of her, finding its way into crevices it would’ve been too thick to reach previously. The tip began to tease her clit in exactly the way he knew she liked best, the sensation completely different from what it used to be when he was a larger man.
Of course, his tongue wasn’t as long anymore, which meant that he couldn’t really get as deep as—
Her back arched fully off the bed as four fingers reached inside her all at once. She grabbed Tommy’s pillow and slammed it to her face to muffle the screams of pleasure bursting out of her as he drove nearly his entire hand in and out, in and out, with a rhythm that matched the motion of his tongue. She squeezed him even tighter, the generous padding of her thighs deforming around his body.
Slowly, his pace began to quicken, and her screams grew louder and louder. Her fingers clawed into the pillow more and more the closer she got, her voice finally stifled as the pleasure grew so intense it literally took her breath away. With one final, window-rattling moan of ecstasy, she came, her muscles reflexively contracting so sharply that she ripped the pillow cleanly in half.
Her head swam as she slowly returned to her senses, her breathing gradually returning to normal. Rivulets of sweat were forming all over her naked body, causing little pieces of pillow stuffing to stick to her exposed shoulders and clavicle. As her legs relaxed, she felt Tommy pull himself up from between her legs and climb onto her stomach. A small aftershock of pleasure rumbled through her as she thought about how completely weightless he felt blimbing on top of her like that. After a moment, his head emerged from between her breasts, poking out from the blanket covering them. His face was flush from exertion and soaked in her juices as he grinned widely, clearly proud of his handiwork.
“Good morning, Mommy.”
“Tom… fuck.” She threw her arms around him and held him tightly as she rolled onto her side, curling into a fetal position around him, pinning his legs between her own.
She owed him for that one. Big time. But she needed a minute first. No, she needed several. He’d finally fully submitted to her, but this morning, that certainly hadn’t stopped him from getting the better of her.
“I’m sorry I ruined your pillow, sweetie,” she said after a long silence, her voice nothing more than a series of lilting, contented sighs.
Tommy nuzzled against her breast. “That’s okay. I like this one better anyway.”
“God. I love you so much, baby.” Her tongue was down his throat before he had the opportunity to say “I love you too,” his entire mouth thick with the taste of her sex. That little tongue of his had managed to rob the breath straight out of her lungs, and she couldn’t help but feel a certain sense of playful vengeance as she effortlessly dominated it with her own.
She broke off from him slowly, peppering his face with smaller kisses as she gently pushed him away from her, studying him approvingly.
“You know, Tommy… you’re kind of gorgeous now.” He blushed, taken aback by the compliment. It was true. He’d developed a certain boyish beauty, reminiscent of the guys from those old Japanese cartoons Lily used to watch as a kid—maybe that was the source of her subconscious desire to mold him into this? If she saw him randomly on the street, Lily would never guess that he was nearly 30 years old; she’d probably assume he was closer to 19 or so. Ignoring his size, she could easily picture a face like his on a magazine for teen girls (ooh, that might be a fun concept for a photoshoot!). His body was svelte and soft, his pecs yielding easily to her touch as she traced a finger along their edges. There was no definition to his muscles at all, and only just enough body fat to keep his ribcage from sticking out.
Doll-like. That was it, he looked doll-like. A masterfully crafted doll, with such intricate, beautiful detailing in his tiny little face that it was a wonder the craftsman had managed to fit so much into such a small space.
“Mm-hm,” Lily purred. “Gorgeous, adorable, you certainly know your way around my body… and you’re going to be sweet and obedient from now on, right?”
“Yes, Mommy!” She smiled lovingly at the earnest joy in his voice. Until yesterday, he’d always had a little bit of reluctance when he replied to her like that. And yes, it was hot as hell that he was fully embracing his submissive position beneath her, but more than that, it made her happy to see him so happy, finally freed of his inhibitions.
“In that case…” Lily tapped her chin and looked upward, as though she were thinking intently. “In that case, I can only think of one thing wrong with you. Just one little flaw that keeps you from being perfect.”
She had to stop herself from letting out a little sympathetic laugh at his reaction, his face filling with genuine concern. “Wh-what? What is it?”
She smiled coyly as she rolled over on top of him, her breasts enveloping his lower body. She idly kicked her legs in the air behind her as she rested her chin on her hands, staring down at him. Her bodyweight alone had been enough to pin him down for a while now, but she continued to get a thrill out of how utterly effortless it was to physically conquer him.
“It’s obvious, sweetie. You’re still much, much too big.” He blushed furiously, and she smiled as she felt his cock hardening against the softness of her belly.
“Would you like Mommy to fix that for you, sweetie? Would you like Mommy to help you get smaller?” She shifted her weight around slowly, teasing his dick by rubbing the smooth, soft skin of her stomach against it.
“Y-yes, Mommy. Please. I… I want to get smaller for you.”
Grinning, Lily leaned forward, nibbling on Tommy’s ear. She had to be careful not to apply too much pressure; her jaw was a lot stronger now, and his ear was a lot more delicate. He let out a series of adorable little whines as her teeth and lips explored his ear, her breath hot against it.
“How could Mommy ever say no to such a good little boy like you?”
*
Tommy smiled nervously.
It’s not that he wasn’t afraid anymore. The thought of losing more and more of himself, of falling further and further under his Mommy’s control, still inspired plenty of fear in him. But what he didn’t feel anymore was that crushing sense of existential dread, the all-consuming anxiety that he was dooming himself, letting himself be seduced into giving away the most important, most crucial parts of what made him him.
No, the fear now was… exhilarating. It was the fear you’d feel on a rollercoaster. He’d made his peace with the fact that he’d gotten on this ride willingly and that he was staying on it willingly. And, more than that… He had faith in his Mommy. He trusted her that she would take care of him. He felt a bit guilty that it had taken him so long to find that trust.
Sometimes, in quiet moments, he could feel some tiny little vestige of his old worries creeping into the back of his head. Surely he didn’t buy her explanation, right? Surely he didn’t really believe that he was the one doing this to himself, that this wasn’t a horror show but some magical, impossible realization of their love. Couldn’t he see that this was just more manipulation? More lies? A script, fed to his wife by the curse, or worse yet, something she’d come up with herself?
And… no. He couldn’t see that. Lily’s explanation of the magic had rung true in his heart. It made sense, in a way that nothing really had made sense ever since all this started. They were molding each other, and molding themselves, to fulfill their deepest collective desires. This is exactly what he’d always wanted, and he’d been so ashamed that he’d never let himself admit that.
Lily… the word was starting to feel clunky and awkward to him. He hadn’t spoken it aloud once since their conversation last week, and the thought of doing so was growing increasingly displeasurable to him. Why would he call her Lily? Of course, he always had before, but now… now something about it seemed stuffy. Formal. Calling her by her name strangely felt like it was pushing her away, holding her at a distance. But Mommy… the word was coming to him more and more naturally. Mommy was warm. Intimate. It was a word he could sink into, a word that seemed to cover him like a cozy blanket when he spoke it. It was a special name, one that only he was allowed to call her; he’d always feel a little thrill of pride when she reminded her stream chat that they were to strictly call her “Mommy Lily,” that only he was allowed to simply call her “Mommy.”
It was the stream chat that he was now smiling nervously for.
“Hello, darlings!” Lily said, addressing her webcam. She was sitting on a stool, holding Tommy on one leg. “Those of you who tune in regularly probably already know that today is special. We’re hitting a major milestone!” She slowly stood up off the tool, easing Tom to the floor in front of her. He kept his eyes forward, staring into the camera like she’d told him too, but he could feel her immense presence behind him, the reason-defying swerve of her hips hanging over his head. She eased forward slightly, and he could feel the heat from her vagina against the back of his head, the soft silk of her panties the only thing separating them.
With some dramatic panache, Lily reached into her bra, the only other clothing she was wearing, and retrieved a measuring tape. Holding one end, she let it unfurl like a yo-yo, dropping to the floor next to Tommy’s foot.
“Go ahead and stand on the end, baby. Let’s show everybody how little you’ve gotten today.”
Tommy knew what to do, but commanding him like that was part of the show. And he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like it, too.
Once his foot had secured the tip of the tape, his Mommy gently pulled it taught, holding it vertically as she kneeled down and leaned in further to see which tick mark lined up with the top of his head. Tommy idly wondered if she would need glasses soon, not because her vision was getting worse, but because everything must be starting to look like small type to her.
“And… Yep! There you have it, everyone. My little Tommy is four feet tall on the dot.” She handed the other end of the tape measure to him, and then hugged him from behind, smooching him on the cheek. “Isn’t he just adorable, everybody?”
The large monitor they’d set up behind the camera showed the standard wave of hearts. Mommy had been right; she was definitely the main draw, but there was unquestionably a segment of their audience that subscribed for him. Sometimes, they’d make posts in the chat, comments about what they’d like to do to him. Most of it was stuff that his Mommy already did to him, but the thought of a stranger taking advantage of him like that… well, if this was a rollercoaster, that was one of the scarier loop-de-loops.
“So, if Tommy here is four feet tall, do you all know what that means?” Lily nudged his foot with her own, getting him to move off of the measuring tape so she could stand on it. Still hugging him tightly, she started to climb back to her feet, bending over so her hair fell down in front of her, obscuring her face. She lifted Tommy up and over her head, setting him piggyback on her shoulders, before throwing her head back dramatically, submerging him in waves of long, crimson hair. It was now so long that it roughly reached down to her waist; when it was fully styled and teased out, it took up about as much volume as Tommy’s entire body.
He gently moved her hair aside, careful not to tug as he pulled his end of the measuring tape taut. From his perch on her shoulders, there was no question as to how tall she was.
“What’s it say, sweetie? Let everyone know!”
“You’re… you’re seven feet tall, Mommy.” Tommy was playing up his reaction a little bit for the stream… sort of. He wasn’t surprised by the number, but seeing that Mommy had officially crossed the seven foot barrier did fill his shrunken body with a quiet awe.
Lily mugged for the camera a bit, striking a few sexy poses for the camera while Tommy held the measuring tape as steady as he could, squeezing her neck with his thighs to try and keep his balance.
“We’ve got a lot planned today to celebrate!” she announced. With a wink to the camera, she briefly stepped out of frame, Tommy still riding her shoulders.
“To start,” she called from off screen, a slight grunt of effort in her voice. A moment later, they were back in-frame, Lily dragging behind her one of those big “Guess Your Weight” novelty scales that you’d see at the carnival.
“We’re gonna play a little game. If any of you can correctly guess how much Mommy Lily weighs…” she cupped her breasts, so huge they made even her enlarged hands seem small. “I’ll take off my bra.”
The chat was instantly flooded with numbers, far too many to actually keep track of. Lily let Tommy down and he moved to the computer, sending a link out to a page where people could submit their guesses in a way that they could be checked.
After giving everyone a few moments to get their guesses in, Mommy pulled up the page on her phone and approached the scale. They’d bought it second-hand off eBay because the big dial display would make it show up on camera easily. It was expensive, and they really wouldn’t have much use for it after today… but money really wasn’t something they had to worry about anymore.
Tommy leaned against the stool; climbing up to sit on it would be too cumbersome, so he just remained standing as his Mommy started reading out the guesses.
“Let’s see, our first guess is… 100 pounds?” She laughed. “I don’t know if you’re trying to flatter me, if you made a typo, or what, but uh, sorry, no. Or… maybe you knew that, and just wanted to see how easily I could do… this?”
Lily lifted one foot and set a bare, manicured toe onto the platform of the scale. The dial immediately began to twitch, turning further and further as she set the entire ball of her foot onto the scale, easing more and more weight onto it until it reached the “100” mark, about a third of the way around the dial.
“Let’s hope the next guess makes a little more sense. Let’s see… 150? C’mon now.” Her posture barely even shifted as she applied a little more force, shooting the dial up to the 150 tick mark. “You’re not gonna insult me making a real guess, sweethearts. Mommy Lily likes how huge and heavy she is. What else do we have? Another 150, another 150, 160… 200. I’m not sure if any of you really understand just how big I am.” She eased a little more weight onto the scale and the dial rapidly flew over to the 200 mark.
“That’s 200. Do I hear three? Yep, there we go, one of you guessed three hundred pounds.” She leaned forward a bit, and the dial on the scale rocketed to the 300 position, the highest weight it marked. “Mommy’s starting to think you don’t want to see her tits,” she said with an overly affected pout.
“Let’s see, let’s see, what’s the highest any of you guessed?... 450, huh? Well, let’s check.” She continued leaning forward, continued pressing down. The dial rolled back over to zero and made another full half-rotation, landing back at 150.
And her other foot was still on the floor.
“So sorry, sweethearts. It doesn’t look like anyone guessed high enough! I guess if you want to see Mommy topless, you’re going to have to stick to the nude photos I’ve posted. But I wonder… just how much do I weigh then? Let’s find out.” Gradually, she started putting more and more of her weight onto the foot on the scale, and the dial continued to move. Before long, it had completed a second full revolution, hitting the 300 mark once again… and then she finally lifted her other foot fully off the floor. The dial jumped around erratically as her full weight was finally applied to the scale, before settling on the 40 mark.
Six hundred and forty pounds.
There was a sudden snap, and the dial twisted in reverse, making two full counter-clockwise revolutions before coming to a stop back at 0.
“Oops.” She covered her mouth theatrically. “I don’t think this thing was designed to take this much weight.”
*
Lily pressed play anxiously.
She didn’t know why she’d never thought of this before. Her and Tommy seemed to only change overnight, in their sleep, which meant they never got to see the transformations firsthand. That is, until Lily had finally thought to just set up a camera to photograph them as they slept.
It would only work on a big change; a few millimeters wouldn’t be noticeable, and even a full inch would be hard to see. Lily had started to slow down their sex life, just a smidgeon; she wanted to savor the experience of growing larger, of Tommy shrinking. She wasn’t sure exactly when their sizes would stop changing, but it had to at some point. Tommy only had so much to give, after all. That meant that her growing days were numbered, and she wanted to keep that train rolling for as long as possible.
Still, for this, she was willing to go all-out, one more marathon lovemaking session, so she could capture the transformation on film.
She was sitting cross-legged on the floor—her old favorite loveseat was broken behind her, wood cracked and springs crushed from the last time she’d tried to sit on it. She’d finally gotten big enough to fill up its cushion in the way she’d imagined… and the damn thing was too weak to support her weight. She could get someone to haul it away, but she thought it might be more fun to destroy it with her bare hands on-stream. Still, this was starting to become a problem; she was heavy enough and strong enough that she was accidentally breaking or crushing something new every single day. Their bed would probably be the next thing to go; she could already feel the mattress sagging something awful.
Well, that was a problem for later. Right now, she wanted to watch the footage she’d taken. Tommy was sitting in her lap, and she snuggled him close as the video started to play.
It wasn’t really a “video” in the strictest sense, but a series of photos, automatically snapped every fifteen seconds. Each stayed on screen for only a second or so, creating a sort of stop-motion slideshow effect. Lily squeezed her little boy tighter as the timestamps in the bottom-right progressed from 11 PM, to 12 AM, to 1…
“There!” she shouted suddenly. In the photos, Tommy was pressed up against her chest, his head dwarfed by her breasts. It was lucky that they were both in frame; since he was shrinking as she grew, it made the change a little easier to see. Photo by photo, her breasts swelled just a little bigger, engulfing more and more of his head.
“Do you see it?”
“I see it, Mommy.”
Lily continued to stare at the slideshow intently. It wasn’t a big change. She’d only grown by, what… one percent? It was hard to tell whether she was seeing things, or if the sleeping Lily on the screen was just adjusting in her sleep, but she was certain that her silhouette had creeped up a couple pixels on the screen.
Slowly, one of her hands reached into her pants, while the other one reached into Tommy’s.
“Maybe… maybe we should try again.” She was too horny to put any kind of teasing or coy affect into her speech. “Two inches in one day would be a lot… but if we started early, we could get it done. What do you think, baby?”
“W-w… whatever you want, Mommy. I’ll do whatever you want.”
She continued staring at herself on the screen as she fingered the both of them, then realized her mistake; she should’ve been watching Tommy. An inch was bigger proportionately for him than it was for her, and his shrinkage was much easier to see as a result. She let out a visible “oh” and started working both of her hands faster as, for the first time, she actually got to watch her little boy dwindle smaller in her arms.
*
Tommy couldn’t reach.
He was backed against the wall of their bedroom, stretching up on his tiptoes. Mommy’s gorgeous, naked body was straddling him, her legs rising up on either side of him like pillars, her hands bracing her against the wall high, high above. No matter how hard he stretched, he simply couldn’t reach; the tip of his tongue could explore most of her labia, but her clitoris was just barely too high up. It was enough to excite her further, but nothing more than that.
He reached up with his hands, but was instantly rebuked. “No, baby, no. I want your tongue. That beautiful, precious little tongue of yours. It’s so naughty of you to be teasing me this much. Please, baby. Be a good boy and lick me.”
Mommy had to know what she was doing. She knew full well that her pussy was now well over Tommy’s head. He was pretty sure that she was the one teasing him, taunting him with an impossible challenge. Or at least… he was pretty sure that’s what this had started as. When she’d first cornered him like this, her voice had been commanding yet coy, but now… now it carried a desperate sense of need. He began to wonder if the little thwips of his tongue against her taint had driven her into so much of a frenzy that she’d actually forgotten that she’d given him a task that he couldn’t hope to actually complete.
It didn’t matter. His Mommy had given him an order, and he was determined to figure out how to obey it.
His first thought was whether he could somehow climb her. Scaling one of her legs would be difficult, especially with his complete lack of body strength; he weighed only a few dozen pounds now, but even so, he wasn’t confident that he could pull himself up without some firm handholds. The curve of her hips might be a good spot to grab onto… but they were entirely out of his reach. Jumping would probably give him enough height to make contact… but only for a moment. That would probably just frustrate her further.
What, then? How could he get this done? He needed to think, needed to attack this problem from a clever angle. He mulled the problem over as he continued to kiss and lick at the parts he could reach. How could he make his Mommy cum, if he was too small to reach with his tongue and wasn’t allowed to use his hands?
…Well, what kinds of things excited her?
“Mommy?” he asked, in as small and deferential a voice as possible.
“What is it, baby?”
“I… I’m sorry.” He affected a sniffle. “I can’t do it.”
“No, sweetie, of course you can! You’re doing such a good job, I know you can do it. You’ve just got to reach a little higher.”
“I can’t do it, Mommy! I’m… I’m too little.” He tried to make himself sound as pathetic as possible. “You’re so big, and pretty, and… I’m too small to pleasure you. I’m sorry Mommy, I’m letting you down.”
“Oh! Baby, no, no, you’re not! I’m so proud of you, sweetheart! I’ll always be proud of you.” Her voice was catching in her throat, and her pussy was beginning to glisten more and more with fluid; Tommy’s plan was working.
“I… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have to ask you this, but… could you help me? I don’t think I can do it without you’re help. I’m… I’m too little and weak. I’m sorry, Mommy, but… could you spread your legs a little more?”
That’s really all he needed, and he could’ve just asked for that up-front. But, to tell the truth… it hadn’t crossed his mind at first. The idea of making a request of her, of being unable to do something she’d asked of him without her help… well, the guilt in his voice was only mostly a put-on.
“Oh, Tommy… of course, of course.” His begging routine had carried the added benefit of pushing all of her mental buttons; Tommy suspected his words had gotten her closer to climax than anything he’d managed with his tongue so far. Slowly, she eased her legs apart, and slowly, her pussy lowered itself to his level. When it was close enough, Tommy kissed her clit passionately, attacking it vociferously with his tongue.
The effect was immediate. Mommy’d been so wound-up that it took no time at all to push her over the edge. She moaned, and her knees buckled, causing her to slam her pussy into Tommy’s face, the back of his head hitting the wall hard. It hurt, but he ignored it, continuing to suck and lick. In her throes of passion, she had enough wherewithal to realize what she was doing, and pushed harder against the wall with her arms to prop herself back up.
That is, until her hands pushed straight through the drywall.
She collapsed to her knees, knocking Tommy down with her, his back hitting the carpet with a soft thud. Shock and worry immediately cut through her orgasm and she scrambled to scoot back, scooping Tommy into her arms.
“Oh my god, baby, are you okay?!”
He coughed, a small cloud of dust settling around them from the damage, but then he smiled. “I’m fine, I’m fine. Did I do a good job, Mommy?”
He could hardly take the pleasure he felt looking into her glowing smile. “You did amazing, sweetie.” She hugged him tightly, resting his head on her shoulder as she inspected the damaged wall.
“I think… we need to move.”
Comments
stevebasic
Busting’ the house, now. Nice. Time for her to buy herself a palace.
Bird6925
You always make amazing chapters.
Wishuwerebigger
Another masterful chapter- LOVING this story
