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Give Yourself to Me - Chapter 17
🕑 Added 2024-06-04 10:17:48 +0000 UTCLily was practically glowing with power.
“H… huh?” Tom asked, dumbfounded, a pitiful whine in the back of his throat. Lily gave him a sympathetic look and slowly pet his head.
“We can’t, sweetie. It would make you shrink, and you don’t want that.”
Tom’s lip was quivering. “B-b… But I…”
“You’re not thinking clearly, Tommy. You’re letting this do the thinking for you.” She placed a finger on the crotch of his pants, but didn’t press enough to feel his dick beneath the fabric.
“I’m sure it would feel good if Mommy fucked you. In fact, it would feel better than good. If Mommy took all that unpleasant pressure away from you. If she took your little dick into her mouth and massaged your balls with her tongue, or smothered it with her breasts the way you like. And it would probably feel fantastic if she let you fuck her warm, slick pussy.” Tom’s eyes were shimmering a little; God, he was turning into such a little crybaby! “Well, it would feel fantastic for you, at least. You’d have to return the favor with your tongue after the fact, but I bet that would feel pretty good for you, too, wouldn’t it baby?”
It was a rhetorical question, but she gave him the opportunity to answer anyway. He wasn’t capable.
“You’d love to do all of that, and more. And I’d love it too.” In fact, she was starting to wind herself up a bit; the magic was starting to get impatient with her.
I know, I know. Relax. I’m going somewhere with this. Somewhere you’re going to like, I promise.
“But we just can’t do it, pumpkin! It’s like I said; you’re addicted to me. You want me so bad that it’s clouding your judgment. You told me, in no uncertain terms, that you don’t want to get any smaller. That means we just can’t have sex anymore, baby. I’m sorry.”
It was hard not to laugh at the sequence of expressions that proceeded across Tom’s delicate face as he worked his way through the little rhetorical knot she’d tied.
“I’m your Mommy, and that means I have to look out for your best interests. If you’re not able to control yourself around me, then it has to fall on me to take care of you and make sure you don’t give into your temptations. Because I love you, and I’ll always take care of you.” She scooped him up, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and set him down on the couch next to her.
“Now, find us a good movie to watch!”
He was too stunned to speak. She watched him, deeply entertained as he slowly regained his faculties and reached for the remote.
“Of course…” she said, pausing dramatically as he turned to look up at her. “...If you changed your mind, that would be different.”
“But… But I did change my mind…”
“No you didn’t. You’ve always wanted to keep sleeping with me, you told me so yourself. What I meant was, if you changed your mind about shrinking. If you wanted to get smaller, well then, there wouldn’t be any problem at all. I could fuck you as much as you wanted me to. But, you were very resolute about wanting to stay your current size, so obviously, that will never happen.”
She felt another stirring in her loins, this one less desperate. It felt warm, soothing, pleasant.
I told you you’d like it.
Tom was quiet for a while, idly scrolling through movies on the TV but clearly too preoccupied to actually consider any of them.
“...O-okay. I guess… I guess I don’t mind shrinking a little bit more.”
“Nope.”
“What!?”
“I don’t believe you.” She crossed her arms authoritatively as she turned to face him.
“You’re still thinking with your dick, sweetie. You’re so desperate for a quick hit of me that you’ll say anything. I’m not going to let you fall victim to yourself like that.”
“B-but… but…”
Lily was starting to feel bad for putting her poor little guy through the wringer, but it was important. She gave him a warm, sympathetic smile. “It’s okay, sweetie. I’m gonna help you get through this.”
It took him a minute or two to respond.
“I-if… if it’s not enough to, to say it, then how would I prove I changed my mind?”
Her smile turned coy as she tilted her head back and tapped her chin, as though she hadn’t already planned exactly what she’d say in response to this question. “Well… I suppose you’d just have to make it clear you really meant it. You’d have to show me that you’re just as desperate to get smaller as you are to have sex. Maybe… Maybe if you begged me. Yeah. Yeah, you’d need to beg me to help you get smaller. But you would never do that, right?”
He was quiet for a long minute, and then, softly, “Y-yeah. I wouldn’t.”
This was the most important part of Lily’s strategy. If she’d just fucked him when he asked, they’d be right back at square one; he’d regret giving in again, and he’d tell himself that she’d somehow manipulated him into it (in his mild defense, that wouldn’t be completely wrong). But if she denied him relief, if she made him beg her with all his heart, not to fuck him but to shrink him… well, what refuge would he have anymore? How could he possibly deny that he wasn’t an equal partner in everything that had happened between them?
She smirked. Okay, maybe not an equal partner. But still.
“Oh, and one more thing, baby. You haven’t touched yourself since our talk, right?”
“N-... No.”
“Good. I don’t want you doing that anymore. Like I told you, I don’t want you risking your size.” The face he gave her was heart-meltingly pathetic, and it took every ounce of her self-control to remain stern. “If you disobey me, I’ll know. You’d force me to see if we can find a chastity cage small enough to fit you.”
She beamed at his horrified expression as she rose from the couch.
“Now I’m serious. Pick out a movie while I make us a snack.”
*
Tom couldn’t take it.
His body was screaming for the touch of his wife. He felt as if he were burning alive, and only her body could snuff out the flames. She’d offer a splash of relief now and then—a held hand here, a pat on the head there—but that only made the fires come roaring back more intensely when she inevitably pulled back. He couldn’t even masturbate anymore to ease the discomfort; the need for release was so intense that he didn’t even care if it shrank him… but every time he reached for his dick, he realized that the only thing more unbearable than this torturous thirst was the thought of disappointing his wife.
He’d begged her. More than once he’d begged her to please, God, please give him relief. He’d made a mistake, being so hardline about not getting any smaller. A millimeter here or there, just enough sex to keep his brain from exploding in his skull, that would be fine. He needed it. He got on hands and knees and pleaded with her desperately.
“Absolutely not.”
“I can’t!” he cried. “I can’t live like this! I’m sorry for what I said, but I feel like I’m dying!”
She dropped to one knee, looming over his prostrate form. “Do you want to get smaller?”
He stared up at her, mouth opening and closing.
Fuck it, just say it! Say whatever she wants to hear!
“Yes! Yes I want to get smaller! I want you to shrink me. Please! Please shrink me! Take everything I have! It’s yours!”
She studied his face closely. “I can see it in your eyes. You’re lying.”
He dropped his forehead to the floor, tears of frustration welling up in his eyes. He flinched as he felt her reach out to rub his back.
“I’m sorry, baby. But I told you, I’m only ever going to do what you want me to do.”
“But I want you to help me stop feeling this way!”
“You’d resent me for it as soon as we were done. And you’d resent yourself, too. Because, after all, you don’t want to shrink, right?”
Of… of course he didn’t. What a stupid question! I mean… Obviously, it turned him on. Every inch he lost brought him to greater and greater depths of sexual satisfaction. But he wanted to be more than that base instinct! He wanted to be a full-fledged person, an individual, he wanted to have some modicum of control over anything.
Didn’t he? Didn’t he want that?
Tom looked up at Lily again; with her kneeling so close, he actually couldn’t look up far enough to see her face on his hands and knees like this. Her mountainous body deflated slightly as she let out a long, low sigh.
“Tommy… I want to share something with you. Something that… well, I think it might help clarify some of your feelings.” She rose to her feet, and used one hand to help him up as well. He shook as she led him to the kitchen, her touch on his back simultaneously easing and agitating his desire for her.
She pulled out a chair at the kitchen table and directed him to sit. As he climbed up, Lily pulled out a second chair for herself and eased her weight into it, the wood creaking and squealing as she did. Gingerly, she leaned forward, resting her arms against the table and leaning over Tom.
“Sweetheart… I know how the curse works.”
Tom furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?”
“I mean I know why this is happening to us. I know what’s causing it.”
“...What?”
Lily smiled.
“Researching magic is hard. You mostly get info about stage magic, or weird stuff about crystals. It’s hard to tell what’s real, and what’s made up; I would’ve assumed it was all made up if we weren’t experiencing it first hand.”
“S-so… did you learn anything? Is it reversible?! Do you know who… who cast a spell on us?”
“Mm, sort of. It’s kind of like… well, it’s kind of like we cast a spell on each other.”
“Huh?”
“As far as I can tell, magic, real magic, is fueled by emotion. You need to desire something, and focus on that desire so deeply, that you make it real. I think it’s probably really hard for a single person to have such a strong desire, which is probably where you get things like witch covens, a bunch of people all focusing their feelings on one thing. Or, maybe if you want something hard enough, and want it for long enough, you can slowly make it happen. Like a river forming a canyon.”
“O-okay…”
“I think we had a bit of both. Neither of us knew it, but we were both wishing for the same thing secretly, all this time. Somewhere in the back of your head without even knowing it yourself, you wanted to be smaller, wanted it so bad, and you wanted me to be bigger.”
Tom tried to interject, but Lily didn’t let him. “Tommy, we both know that you want to shrink. You just… don’t want to want it. It’s the same as always; we both know what would make you happy, and I would love to give it to you, but you’re denying yourself for no good reason.”
No… no! It was more complicated than that! Tom’s brain was too clouded by his out-of-control libido but, but no, she wasn’t being fair! When you put it that way…
When you put it that way his resistance didn’t make any sense. He’d been telling himself that putting an end to this was the only rational move… but as he listened to his gigantic wife, it was getting hard to see the rationality in it.
She continued with her explanation. “So, like I said. You wanted to to be littler, and you wanted me bigger. And I wanted the exact opposite, or, the exact same, depending on how you look at it. Maybe the symmetry of our desires is part of what made them magical; symmetry seems like sort of a magical thing, right? So we both have this secret wish, and we’re wishing it all the time, subconsciously focusing our energies on it… and then one day, it happens.”
That couldn’t be right. The magic… was coming from them? That… that wasn’t possible! It didn’t make sense!
“If that’s true… Why did it start now? Why not earlier?”
She shrugged, and made a face of concern when the furniture creaked under her. “That part, I don’t know. Maybe that first day, we both wanted it a little harder than usual. Or, maybe it’s got to do with the fact that we’ve been wishing for it for seven years of marriage; seven is kind of a magic number, you know? But, the point is, it’s never been a curse; the two of us have been granting each other’s wishes.”
She leaned further forward, the table groaning as it took on more and more of her weight, and kissed him on the head. Then, she grabbed the back of his chair, the top of which rose above his head, and pulled, dragging him chair and all around the corner of the table, toward her. His breathing quickened as he got closer and closer, the chair squealing against the kitchen floor as she smiled down at him warmly. When the seats were touching, she snaked a massive arm around him and pulled him in close to her side, her thick thigh dwarfing his own.
“Your old body, your old you…” she continued. “It was like a big block of marble. And every time we have sex, I’ve been taking a chisel, and chip. Chip. Chipping away a little bit of that block.” On each “chip,” she poked him lightly: on the shoulder, in the chest, on the pelvis… “I’ve been whittling you down, bit by bit, to reveal the beautiful statue inside, to turn you into the perfect you, the version of yourself that both of us want you to be.” Effortlessly, she picked him up and kissed him, her massive tongue filling his mouth. He involuntarily whined with need as she set him back down, taking deep breaths to relax and stay focused on her words.
“But nothing of what I chipped away was wasted. No, baby, you haven’t wasted a speck of all that dust that’s left over by my chisel. You take all of it, and you mix it with water, turn it into clay, and you add it to my body, sculpting me just like I’m sculpting you. This entire time, we’ve been turning each other into our ideal partners, because what we want the most for ourselves is to be what the other wants most. One big magical feedback loop. That’s how I’ve known this entire time that, no matter what you’ve said, you want this; it wouldn’t work if you didn’t.”
“But… But then, what about…”
“The uncontrollable urges?... It’s just us, sweetie.”
“No… no, no, no. That doesn’t make any sense. I’m… I’m miserable. You’re saying I’m doing this to myself?”
Lily rolled her eyes, smiling. “Tommy. Look at me. You’ve given me a body that makes supermodels look like gawky teenagers. I’m a giant walking wet dream—your wet dream, to be precise—and I can’t help but fulfill your most deeply-rooted sexual desire every time I fuck you. Of course you’re driving yourself crazy keeping your hands off of me.”
“B-but… no… this isn’t… this isn’t a normal way to feel!”
“I’m not saying it’s normal. I’m saying that your desires are feeding the magic, and the magic is amplifying your desires in turn. But no, of course the arousal is magical. If it wasn’t, I wouldn’t have been able to learn how to control it.”
“Wait, what?”
Lily shrugged, smiling. “I’ve been… talking with the magic for a long time now, baby. I mean, really, I’m just talking to myself. The part of myself that’s fueling all of this, along with its counterpart in you. But… yeah. As long as I’m working to fulfill our wishes in the long-term, and I can convince it that that’s what I’m doing… it sort of lets me off the hook.”
“But, that-I… Why can’t I control it then?? The harder I try, the stronger it gets!”
He tried to keep complaining, but Lily silenced him with another kiss.
“I can think of two reasons. For one, you were trying to stop it from granting our wishes, which is a big no-no. And for two… I want control. You don’t. If the magic is trying to satisfy those desires… why wouldn’t it apply them to itself?”
Tom looked down, mouth agape, shaking his head. He couldn’t accept it. He wouldn’t accept it! If Lily was right, then… then…
Then everything made sense. This entire time… it wasn’t that his willpower was weakening, or that she was gaining more and more control over him. It wasn’t even that he had a sexual fetish that was leading him to make poor choices. No… no, in the pit of his heart, what he wanted more than anything else… what he knew full well he wanted more than anything else, what he’d tried to deny and evade and ignore…
Was that he wanted to give himself to her. Body, heart and soul. He wanted to be hers, absolutely and forever.
But!... But no! It didn’t matter how badly he wanted that. The price… it was just too high! He couldn’t give up being his own person. He… he just couldn’t.
Why not?
He’d “been his own person” before; big, strong, independent. Had it really been all that great? What was it about his old life that he missed so much? Going to the office? Going to dull, obligatory bar nights with his coworkers? Paying bills? Honestly… Lily had always been the only thing he truly loved about his life, and now there was so much more of her. And he could have even more, he could gorge himself on her. Why was he so stubbornly refusing the perfect bliss he could have in his wife’s body? He was the only thing stopping him from getting smaller, and smaller, shrinking until the rest of the world was too big and too distant to be any concern of his. He was the only thing standing between him and the endless comfort of his wife’s—of his Mommy’s—embrace.
What did abstract concepts like pride or agency offer that stacked up against that?
“Mommy loves you this way—small, obedient, cuddly. I think you love yourself this way, too, but you’re ashamed of loving yourself, your true self, because of all those big boy thoughts you’re still holding onto.”
It wasn’t just about choosing happiness.
It was about choosing himself. Choosing the true him, buried under all that marble. It was about letting go, and letting Mommy set him free.
And, in turn, setting her free. Breaking the final chains that held the titan back.
He took a deep breath, and spoke a single word.
*
Lily was starting to feel bad.
She had intended to share her understanding of the curse with him eventually… but not today. Not until he’d broken down and admitted his own feelings. But… the truth was, she couldn’t bare to see him suffering the way he was. He was holding out much longer than she’d anticipated, and it was coming at great expense to his well-being. He wasn’t sleeping, he was barely eating, and… the truth was, she didn’t like being a strict, punishing Mommy. She wanted to lavish her baby in attention and love, smother him in affection and graciously accept his affection in return. If she’d stayed resolute, he would have fully caved in without her prompting. He wouldn’t have been able to help himself. But she couldn’t take seeing him like this. She wanted him to arrive at the conclusion that he wanted this all on his own… but in a bid to finally put an end to this, she’d decided to finally explain to him that he’d been doing this to himself all along.
Unfortunately, her gambit seemed to have failed. The look on his face was one of disbelief and denial. He was just too stubborn; he was never going to admit to himself that this is what he wanted.
She sighed.
It really wasn’t so bad, if he wanted to keep telling himself that he was unhappy. Maybe one day he’d learn to embrace the truth, or maybe he never would. That wouldn’t be such a horrible thing. It made her a little sad to think about, that there would always be that little barrier between the two of them, but that was nothing compared to what Tom was going through.
In a sense, he’d managed to outlast her. He was more willing to suffer than she was to punish.
She shook off the melancholy she was feeling, and began to reach for him, ready to finally grant him what he’d been so desperately waiting for.
“Mommy?”
She stopped cold. She’d never heard him say that word in such an innocent, sweet… small voice before. Her heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly felt herself getting wet.
“What is it, sweetie?” She asked, breathless, as she locked eyes with him.
“I… I want to get smaller. I want you to take more of my size away.”
She fought to control her breathing, the flimsy kitchen chair creaking with each inhalation.
He’d actually, finally said it. And he’d meant it.
She moved slowly, as though this moment were delicate, capable of breaking if she handled it too roughly. She wrapped her arms around him and hoisted him up, holding him up to her level. She could tell that he was still desperate for her, but he was calmer, less manic. His eyes were filled with steadfast, earnest desire, free of conflict.
The moment seemed to stretch on forever, as Lily carefully studied her husband’s face, appreciating just how much the magic had changed him, making him softer and cuter. His rounded jawline, his baby-smooth skin, his adorable button of a nose. Thinking about it, his hair was even a shade or two lighter than it used to be, a sandy brown instead of the coffee color it used to be. Every feature was so perfect, yet so delicate, like a porcelain doll.
She swallowed, a lump in her throat.
“Why do you want to get smaller, baby?”
“I…” He broke eye contact, casting his eyes downward. “It’s… hard to explain. I mean, some of it doesn’t really… have a reason. The thought of shrinking… It’s not something that I’d ever considered until all this, but. Something about it just inherently turns me on. But, on a deeper level than that… Getting smaller, weaker… losing all the things that make me able to. Able to take care of myself. It’s scary. It’s… it’s terrifying. It makes me so afraid. But… Underneath all that fear. If I’m being totally honest with myself. I like it.”
“Why?”
“Because… the smaller I get… the more vulnerable I get… the more I need you.” He looked up at her again. “And… I like needing you. When you’re not… you know… punishing me… I feel safer with you than I ever did at my full size.”
It was Lily’s turn to cry.
She pulled him in tightly to her, kissing him over and over again, drenching him in her tears and saliva as she began peeling his clothes off. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, for finally being honest, Tommy.”
He said nothing, just threw his arms around her neck and hugged tightly. She pulled him loose to keep undressing him.
“Please make me smaller, Mommy.”
Lily bit her lip to stop herself from squirming in the chair, doubtful it could take it. She’d been going without sex for just as long as he had, and he’d just send another shiver of pleasure between her legs. She was getting just as desperate for fulfillment as him… But no. He’d been suffering all week long, and he was being such a good boy now.
He could repay her later, but right now, it was time for her to show him how much Mommy loved him.
She finished stripping him and lifted him higher, until his rock-hard penis was level with her mouth. It was the only hard thing about him, now; the rest of him was so smooth, so soft. He felt so fragile in her arms, so easily breakable… he was right: he needed her.
She moved to hook his legs over her shoulders, then took his cock into her mouth. He screamed in terrible, agonizing ecstacy as she began to suck him, taking his shaft and balls into her mouth all at once, her tongue delicately fondling the nooks and crannies of his scrotum.
“Shrink me! Shrink me smaller, Mommy! Smaller!” he gasped between ragged, sucking breaths.
He’d been so pent-up that he climaxed in no time; Lily swallowed his load and continued sucking, not slowing down at all. He squirmed and moaned as he road her shoulders, doubled over to lean over her head and grip onto it for support. She steadied him by the back with one hand while she frantically worked to unbutton her jeans and begin pleasuring herself with the other. He was hard again in no time, and a second climax followed shortly thereafter, the two of them moaning in unison.
Suddenly, the chair snapped.
Thinking quickly, Lily released him from her mouth and pulled him off her shoulders, cradling him tightly against her breasts as her back slammed into the tiled kitchen floor. Cracks spiderwebbed out from underneath of her in every direction, the old kitchen chair a mess of splinters, half strewn around the room, half uncomfortably jammed underneath of her.
The shock of the fall made both of them stop and catch their breath. And then, they laughed, both of them breaking out into loud, uproarious laughter, Tom bouncing up and down as Lily’s chest rose and fell.
“Maybe we should take this to a more appropriate venue,” Lily suggested as she said up, keeping Tom cradled to her as climbed to her feet. They continued laughing and kissing as she carried him upstairs, threw him onto the bed, and the two continued ravishing one another until late into the night. Eventually, Tom passed out, cuddled between Lily’s gigantic breasts; she had to adjust him slightly to make sure she wasn’t smothering him. Her heart melted when she saw the smile on his sleeping face.
*
Tommy loved his Mommy.
Comments
Beetlebomb
A beautiful improvement with the revision. Super excited to see the results of the new relationship dynamic, and Lily breaking the 7 foot mark!
stevebasic
I like it better with the changes- more heartfelt, more true to character. Subtle but good stuff.
Wishuwerebigger
I read the chapter that you didn’t like before you reworked it into this. Both were great, but your efforts are noted and appreciated. Oh Tom. Poor little guy
