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Give Yourself to Me - Chapter 13
🕑 Added 2024-05-16 08:48:54 +0000 UTCLily felt like shit.
The trip home was a hazy smear of memories—waking up crammed into the backseat, neck jammed against the door, Tom’s body splayed out on top of her, the first rays of dawn gleaming through the windshield and directly into her eyes. Everything hurt, and she was worried just getting out of the car was going to be enough movement to make her hurl. Tom woke up briefly but quickly passed out again as she laid him on the backseat. Straightening her neck out sent horrible, shooting pain through her entire upper body, so she’d limped into the driver’s seat with her head at a 45 degree angle, throwing on the hazards and driving as slow as she could, pulling over more than once to stop and take a few deep breaths and give her poor eyes a break from the early morning light. Pulling up to their house, she stumbled through the front door, too bleary and hungover to even remember to wake up Tom. She trudged up the stairs one miserable step at a time, crawled into bed, and was instantly out again.
She had no idea what time it was when she awoke, but the room was filled with painful, painful sunlight. It took a few minutes for her vision to come into focus. When it did, she saw a tall glass of water sitting on the nightstand, its surface slick with condensation, a bottle of aspirin sitting next to it. Her brain was barely functioning, and what capacity for thought she had was completely consumed with pain and regret. But somewhere in all of that, a single sentiment managed to rise up out of the sea of disorder: God I love that man. She owed him some loving for sure, but he was nowhere to be seen, and she was frankly in no condition anyway.
Her muscles groaned in protest as she slowly pushed herself up and reached for the bottle. She didn’t even bother pushing down to release the child safety lock; even as debilitated as she was, she was strong enough to just rip the lid off of its threading. She slowly shook two pills into her hand; they looked way too small to do anything useful. How many should she take? The most ambitious part of her attempted to think it through: a person who was six foot, six inches tall would probably only need 2, maybe 3, but she wasn’t just tall, she was bigger all over. Tom might know how to do the math to figure out how much she’d need…
With a sneer, she just poured a handful of pills out and slammed them all at once, then chugged the glass of water. It’s not like they could make her feel any worse.
She let out an audible groan of pain as she fully sat up and threw her legs over the side of the bed. She’d spent a good 5 hours in the back of the car, twisted at the waist with her legs bent up behind the driver’s seat, and that was after dancing the entire evening and drinking entirely too much. Her entire body hated her for trying to make it move.
Don’t suppose you’ve got any hangover cures, magic curse?... Eh, it was worth asking.
Her feet joined the chorus of bodily aches as she eased her weight onto them, rising to her feet unsteadily. She looked around for her phone to check the time, but she couldn’t remember where she’d put it. Shrugging in defeat, she limped toward the bathroom. She forced herself to stand up straight and stretch as she approached the door…
KRACK.
Gripping her head, she collapsed to the floor with a thunderous bang, the impact so strong that it knocked the lamp off the night stand, breaking it in half.
“FUCK! God dammit!” she screamed. There was a tiny pat-pat-pat as Tom came sprinting up the stairs and threw the door open
“Lily! Lily are you okay?!” he was at her side in an instant.
Somewhere in the back of her head, she registered that he’d just used her name, but she was in far too much pain to care. Whatever, he gets a pass on that one.
“What happened?”
“I fucking—aughhh…” The pain was too intense for her to speak, so instead she just pointed toward the door.
She’d hit her head on the top of the frame.
She was 78 inches tall now, and as she’d learned the hard way a few days ago, that was exactly how tall the doors in their house were, putting her at just the right height for the top of her scalp to collide with the bottom corner of the molding. After getting over the pain of the first bump, she’d been excited that she now needed to duck through doorways… but it was a lot less exciting to completely forget about that and supply her poor head with another source of pain.
“Here, lemme help.” Tom stooped down and offered her his hand. Her hangover was still overwhelming her ability to reason, and she accepted the hand without thinking, pulling against him to try and get up.
“Ah!!”
Tom was immediately dragged down on top of her, landing on her chest with an “oof.”
“Oh, shit, I’m sorry Tom.”
“No, no! That was on me, I didn’t think about how that would play out. Besides, I had a soft landing.” She appreciated his attempt at humor, but not enough to actually smile.
He got off of her, and after a few moments, she was able to collect herself enough to rise to her feet. She continued on to the bathroom, minding the top of the doorframe this time. When she was finished, she came back out into the bedroom to find a fresh glass of ice water on the nightstand, and Tom working to clean up the broken lamp.
“You are… just the sweetest.” Lily meant it, but she didn’t have the energy to make the affect of her voice match the sentiment.
Tom just smiled at her as she took the glass, downing it in one gulp and crunching the ice with her teeth.
“What time is it, baby?”
“Time for you to get some more rest.”
“No, I can’t. I already ruined Carl and Linda’s wedding acting like a drunken ass, I can’t procrastinate on getting their pictures ready, too.”
“First off, I’m pretty sure everyone loved you. And I don’t think one day is gonna make a big difference either way. I’ve seen you do this before, it usually takes you like an entire month to get the photos ready. No one’s gonna begrudge you taking a single sick day. You need to rest.”
Lily narrowed her eyes at Tom. The dominant side of her felt a bit offended that he was trying to get authoritative with her. She was supposed to be the one giving the orders, not him.
And then a wave of nausea hit her. Sighing, she had to accept that he had a point. Patting his head appreciatively, she limped back toward the bed and eased herself under the covers.
“Could you get me another water? In fact, get me a whole pitcher, I can drink a lot more than I used to.”
“Yeah, I noticed,” Tom joked, and this time Lily smiled. She was still the boss… but that didn’t mean it wasn’t nice to be taken care of every now and then.
Some time later, Lily woke up once again, not having remembered falling back asleep. Her head was a little clearer, and the stiffness was at least starting to ease up.
More importantly, something smelled delicious.
Cautiously, she eased her way down the stairs, her legs still sore. As she reached the bottom, she saw the source of the smell: a huge pot of soup sitting on the stove. Behind it, the oven’s clock showed 5:00 PM.
Jesus, I spent the entire day in bed.
Her stomach settled, she was now starving, and quickly moved to grab a bowl from the cabinet. She spied Tom watching TV in the living room, and he finally heard her over the show as she dipped a ladle into the pot. He smiled warmly at her, and she gave him a bleary smile in return.
“I wasn’t sure how your stomach would be, I figured soup would be the easiest on it.”
“You,” she started, circling the couch, bowl in hand, “are the best husband a woman could ever ask for.”
It occurred to her that she really wasn’t “in-character;” she probably should’ve called him the best little boy a Mommy could ask for instead. But, she had the rest of their lives to drive him crazy Mommying him. For now, she was just appreciative of the soup, and the sweet little man who’d made it for her.
When she was finished eating, she put the bowl on the end-table and moved to lie down, resting her head on Tom’s lap. He started stroking her hair, which was nice… but it was clear that this wasn’t going to work. His legs were so scrawny now that she could feel his thigh bones poking against her, and she was actually so much bigger than him that her head was hanging off the side of his lap.
Ah well.
“Here.” She rose up and pulled him into her own lap, then laid down on the couch, feet hanging off of the side. She snuggled him close to her.
“You make a much better teddy bear than a pillow,” she told him, squeezing him to her breast.
“Yeah, well, you make a much better… mattress.”
Lily cracked up laughing, and Tom laughed along with her. The two laid quietly like that for a while, watching TV in silence. It was… normal, in a way that their evenings really hadn’t been lately.
“You know, I still owe you a reward for last night,” Lily finally said, her hand gently playing with Tom’s waistband.
“Lil—”
“Hey! You’re getting too comfortable with that. Quit pushing your luck.”
Tom sighed. “Mommy. I don’t even want to cum 23 times in a row. That’s gonna hurt more than anything.”
“Maybe you need a little pain. Teach you to quit getting huffy about addressing me properly.”
He didn’t respond.
“I’m kidding! I’m kidding… mostly. I’m not really all that mad, today’s been a little weird, and you’ve been very sweet. But we both know full well that you like getting pushed around a little, so why are you being so stubborn about this?”
“Because! You’re not just ‘pushing me around a little!’ It’s… it’s like you’re trying to take over everything.”
“Is that such a bad thing, sweetie?” Lily had gotten enough rest and food in her that she was starting to feel like herself again. With a smile, she slipped her hand into Tom’s pants, and began lightly grazing his balls with her fingernails. He shivered at her touch, and her grin widened as she saw a bulge start to form in his pants.
“Haven’t I been a good Mommy so far? Don’t you like the way I’ve been taking care of you?”
“This… isn’t fair…” Tom managed.
“What’s not fair, Tommy? This?” her finger ran along his shaft—she could reach the tip without even fully extending her finger—and his entire body shuddered. “This is just me reminding you of how much I love you, how much I love taking care of you. And you need taken care of now, baby. You can’t even drive a car anymore! You’re so little, so weak, you need a big, strong Mommy to look after you.” She continued to gently stroke him, finger slowly moving up his shaft and then down again. She’d truly appreciated everything he’d done for her today, but she couldn’t let it go to his head; she needed him to remember who was in charge around here.
“But Mommy’s care doesn’t come for free. She expects something in return. She wants you to be obedient. She wants you to listen when she tells you to do something, because she knows what’s best for you. You agree that Mommy knows what’s best for you, don’t you?”
“Hh… Hngh…” Lily’s ministrations were overstimulating him.
“Use your words, sweetie. You have to answer Mommy when she asks you a question.” She didn’t stop stroking him, but she did slow her movements, her finger moving laboriously back and forth along the bottom-side of his cock.
“I… I-i-i… I ag-agree…”
“I knew you did. You’re such a good boy, and you wouldn’t be so good at doing as you’re told if you didn’t think I knew best. But for some reason, when it comes to calling me Mommy, you have a hard time following directions. I don’t want to keep having this conversation, Tommy. My ‘punishments’ have been pretty lenient so far, but if you keep misbehaving, they’re going to have to get more severe. But you’re not going to misbehave again, are you?”
“N-no, Mommy…”
“If you do, do you understand that I’m going to have to discipline you? Firmly?”
“H-... I… nnngh… I don’t w-want that…”
“I don’t want it either, sweetie. I don’t want to have to punish you. I love you so much, all I want to do is pamper you, shower you with love and affection all day long. Just like I’m doing right now.” She emphasized her point by briefly encircling his cock with her hand, giving him a single slow pump, before going back to teasing him with one finger.
“But as your Mommy, it’s my responsibility to ensure you’re behaving properly. If you won’t do as you’re told, then I have to take measures to make sure that you do. I’d be letting you down if I didn’t. But, the good news is that I don’t have to punish you, if you just behave. If you’re a good little boy, then I don’t have to be a strict, scary Mommy. I can be a doting, sweet, loving Mommy. And that’s what we both want. So, are you going to be good from now on? Are you going to listen, and do as you’re told?”
“O-o-okay…”
“And if you don’t, you understand that it’s not going be fun for either of us?”
“Y… ohhhhhh….”
“Words, pumpkin. Use your words.”
“Y-y-yesssssss.”
“Good. In that case, you just lie back and enjoy.” She made no move to pick up the speed, continuing to tease and toy with him; she wanted to drag this one out. Her free hand ran up and down his torso, rubbing, scratching, massaging, as she continued to play with his cock. He moaned, slipping into a euphoric haze.
*
Tom could do this.
Lily had dropped him off at the grocery store while she went to run some other errands, and would be back in an hour to pick him up. She’d put a shopping list on his phone, and told him to be outside waiting for her when she got back.
He needed to complete this task. The smaller he got, the less independent he felt. Losing the ability to drive had been a massive blow to his pride; he’d tried to talk to Lily about getting some pedal extensions for the car, but she wouldn’t hear it. While it went unspoken, he felt like he could read the reasoning behind her decision in her face: pretty soon, you’ll be too small for them to do any good, so why bother?
It didn’t occur to him until much later that he didn’t need to ask her permission to buy them, or that he could have just bought them himself even after she’d said no.
Whatever, the point was, she was trusting him to handle something by himself, and he was going to prove, to her and to him, that he was perfectly capable of handling things independently.
As soon as he worked up the guts to walk through the door.
His heart rate was gradually rising as he thought about what awaited him inside; throngs of busy people, all head-and-shoulders taller than him. The few coming and going through the entrance were already intimidating; the idea of navigating the crowd inside was making him sweat. Plus… was he even still big enough to trigger the automatic door? If it didn’t open when he stepped on the pressure sensor, he wasn’t sure he could handle the humiliation.
He shook his head. That was a ridiculous thing to worry about. He’d seen doors open for toddlers before. And besides, did they even still use pressure sensors? It’s probably a motion detector, right? He was certainly big enough to tigger something like that… right?
Despite the irrationality of his fears, it still took him a few minutes to work up the nerve to approach the door. Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward, and the door slid open anticlimactically. Tom immediately relaxed, but his relief was short-lived as he approached the shopping carts.
They seemed huge. The handlebar came all the way up to his shoulders, and as he grabbed a loose one sitting alone, he was shocked by its weight. He could push it, but getting it up to speed took serious effort, and he had to pull as hard as he could to bring it to a stop. It felt less like a shopping cart and more like a heavy-duty pallet jack.
And right now, it was empty.
He could do this. He could do this.
He pushed on into the store, and slowly began making his way through Lily’s list. Just as he’d feared, the place was packed, and he seemed practically invisible to everyone.
“‘Scuse me,” a tall man said as he pushed past Tom to get to a produce display. He seemed tall, anyway, but then so did everyone. Tom had to brace himself against the cart to keep himself upright from what seemed like a very mild push.
Tom quickly grabbed what he needed and moved on to the bakery area, which was blissfully a little less crowded.
Lily’s list was long. No matter how much he scrolled down the list, it seemed to just keep going. Was this how much she’d been buying on every trip lately? How much was this going to cost? He knew that she could put away a lot more these days, but… surely that was balanced out by the fact that he barely ate at all, right?
He didn’t understand why she was being so cavalier about their money. Any time he tried to ask her, she’d just deflect, and she’d start to get mad if he pressed the issue. “Little boys don’t care about money;” okay, fine. But somebody had to! She was bleeding them dry! She seemed almost worried about the idea of him returning to work, but at the same time, she wasn’t really working to book any new gigs. Something was going to have to give, and fast.
Right now, that something was his arms. The more of Lily’s endless grocery list he picked up, the heavier the shopping cart became. The basket was nearly full to the brim; he had to heave with his full weight to get it moving, and getting it to stop meant pressing his heels against the linoleum tile and letting the cart drag him a ways as it slowed down, leaving skid-marks in his wake. He was sweating and running out of breath, the physical strain of the task at hand largely overwhelming the anxiety and humiliation he felt being surrounded by what were, to him, giants. Luckily, he was nearing the end of the list. One of the last items was…
…A 36-pack tray of soda cans.
He fought to turn the cart around, trudging back to the soft drink aisle, well aware of the people staring at the little man struggling to push the overfilled cart. It was strange; Lily had clearly written the rest of the list in a very intentional order, sending Tom to each aisle in sequence.
…Which meant that this was intentional, too. She’d saved the heaviest item for near the end.
Was that a courtesy to him? Was she trying to spare him from having to lug the sodas around all over the store?... No. Because after this, there was still one more item, a container of chicken stock. Tom realized with despair that it was back the way he’d came.
She’d ordered the list like this on purpose, because she wanted him to struggle. She wanted him to feel like he was capable of doing this on his own, only to fumble the ball at the 1-yard line. She wasn’t expecting him to be waiting outside with a cart full of groceries, she was expecting him to be standing outside empty-handed, needing his Mommy’s help to get this done.
That wasn’t going to happen.
The sodas themselves were already heavy, and maneuvering them down onto the rack beneath the cart’s basket was a task in and of itself. Tom tested the cart with the new weight, and found it to be virtually immobile. Pushing against it with his full strength, leaning against it so hard that his head was beneath the level of the handlebars… he could just barely manage to nudge it. That was fine; if he could move it at all, he could get this done.
Catching his breath, Tom walked away from the cart. Lily hadn’t thought her little trick through; he’d have to get everything to the checkout, but he could just leave the cart where it was while he grabbed the chicken stock! He couldn’t help but smile at having outsmarted her.
And then, he discovered that the chicken stock was on the top shelf, far out of his reach.
It hit him all at once that everything else on the list had been low enough for him to get on his own. Considering there were two whole shelves that he couldn’t reach, that seemed awfully coincidental. Had Lily… surely she hadn’t planned that, right? That would be crazy. She’d have to have spent hours going through the store’s website, meticulously choosing items based on what they needed and what shelf they were on. That would be so much work just to create this current moment, where Tom was helplessly confronted by his diminished stature.
…That sounded exactly like something she’d do, the more he thought about it.
It’s fine. It’s fine! I can still do this. I’ll just… ask someone for help! Tom turned away from the shelf and looked around the aisle. A woman in a dress shirt and vest stood with her back to him about a dozen feet away. Perfect!
He felt a little surge of nerves as he approached her; like everyone else, her shoulders were well above his head. She seemed on the taller side for a woman, although, once again, Tom was no longer a very good judge of that kind of thing. She didn’t notice him approach, too engrossed in reading the label on a soup can.
“Um, excuse me! I’m very sorry to bother you, um, I need something off the top shelf, and… well, it’s a little embarrassing, but I can’t reach it. I was hoping you… could…”
Tom trailed off, slow, horrifying realization creeping over him as the woman turned to face him.
It was Kathy. The tall woman from his office. The last time he saw her, his eyes had been level with her lips; now, they were all the way down to the modest swell of her breasts.
“Of course! I’m happy to help…” She smiled cheerfully at him, then got quiet as she made eye contact with him. She seemed not to recognize him at first, but then: “...Tom? Oh my God, is that you?”
“Uh!... Uh!!”
“I, I’m sorry, I didn’t recognize your voice. It’s, um. Softer, than it used to be. You uh… Oh my God.”
“I! Um!!!” Panic overtook him. The chicken stock and the heavy cart of groceries were completely gone from his mind, having been washed away by a single thought that now flooded every part of him. Run. He took off in a sprint past her.
“Hey, wait!” She reached out to grab his shoulder. She probably didn’t mean to use much force, but for his little body, it was enough to shove him face-first to the floor. She gasped and began apologizing profusely, but he didn’t stay to listen, scrambling back to his feet and running as hard as he could. As he exited the aisle, he once again found himself in a massive throng of people, and his panic reached a fever pitch as he wormed his way through them, occasionally looking back; he couldn’t see past the sea of giants to see if Kathy was following him.
Finally, he made it back outside, doubling over to catch his breath. A car horn honked, and he looked up to see Lily, watching him smugly from the driver’s side window, the car parked at the curb next to him. He ran up to the car and threw open the passenger-side door, mind racing.
“Tommy, you seem to be empty-han—”
“Lily, we have to go and we have to go now. Someone from work was in there, they spotted me. I’m supposed to be in a hospital in Maryland!”
“Tom.”
“I could get in so much trouble if my boss finds out I’ve been lying about FMLA. Oh my God, I’m gonna get fired.”
“Tom.”
“Maybe, maybe, okay, maybe if I call Paul first thing tomorrow morning, and tell him I’m back in town. I can go back to work on Monday, and we can just play it off like we went grocery shopping as soon as we got home! That, that, that makes sense! We’ve been gone for a month, so we don’t have any groceries!”
“TOM!” Lily shouted, imbuing the single syllable she’d spoken with incredible fury. Tom instinctively recoiled back from her, going completely silent.
“What did you call me?”
