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Give Yourself to Me - Chapter 9
🕑 Added 2024-05-09 09:27:12 +0000 UTCLily had big plans.
“Ah! Careful, careful!” She rushed to Tom’s side as he heaved a large plastic tote full of lights through the door to the garage. He was clearly struggling with it, and she moved to snatch it away from him before he dropped it.
“These are expensive, Tom. And delicate. You need to leave the heavy lifting to me.”
“Heavy” really wasn’t really the right word. Not for Lily anyway; Tom was leaned against the wall, panting. Poor little Tommy. Lily set the tote on the floor, then wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a comforting hug. His head barely cleared her shoulders now, and it was only a little larger than each of her breasts. She instinctively held him tightly, pressing his face deep into the cleavage of her v-neck tee.
“I was just trying to help,” he said, his voice muffled by her body.
“I know, baby, but you need to be aware of your limits. You’re getting pretty small now, and pretty weak, too. If you push yourself too hard, you might break something, or worse, you might get hurt.” She felt him slacken in her arms, silently conceding the point. “Just stick to doing what I tell you to do. That’s plenty of help.”
“Okay…”
“Speaking of,” she said, loosening her embrace. “How about you get the floor swept while I finish hauling everything down here?”
Tom nodded and grabbed a broom from the corner. Lily stopped to fix her hair; some of it had come loose from its clip when she’d rushed to help Tom with the lights. God did she have a lot of hair now. She hadn’t paid it much attention with all the other changes going on, but it had become impossible to ignore that, along with everything else, her hair was growing in thicker and faster than usual. A lot faster; she always used to wear it fairly short, but in a few short months, it had made it all the way down to her shoulders. It was a little inconvenient, but she had to admit that it looked fantastic, a flowing cascade of crimson, full of volume and as lustrous as a shampoo commercial.
Right now though, it was in the way, so Lily tucked as much of it as she could back into a quick, messy bun, and went back upstairs, stacking up two boxes of equipment in her arms—the more she carried at once, the fewer trips she’d have to make, and the more she could show off her superior strength to Tom. It was a win-win.
There just wasn’t enough room in the office. The longer this went on, the less satisfied Lily was with the photos she was getting. She needed a bigger space to work, and since they didn’t use the garage for anything but storage, it was the perfect place for her to move her studio into.
“I still don’t really understand what the extra space is for,” Tom said idly, sweeping dust out onto the driveway as Lily returned with the card table they used for the arm-wrestling pictures.
“Well… take this for example.” Lily patted the card table with her free arm. “Here, I’ll show you.” Setting the table down, she took out her phone and beckoned Tom over.
“Upstairs, I only have room to set up one camera. These arm-wrestling photos don’t really capture the match very well. We’re at a dead-on angle, so it’s hard to track the depth of our arms. You can’t really get a good sense of who’s winning.”
“I… don’t think that’s true.” The photo Lily had pulled up was from yesterday. Tom was using both hands, throwing his entire body weight against her arm, while Lily sat in a relaxed pose, watching him smugly.
“Well, okay, it’s pretty easy to tell who’s winning,” Lily agreed with a laugh. “Still, the photo would play better from a more dynamic angle. But then that raises the question: which angle to use? I could put the camera behind my shoulder, or behind yours. I could put it up high to give a bird’s eye view, or place it on the table, pointed up at our hands. If I wasn’t busy modeling, I could move around the scene, take shots from all of those angles and more. But since that’s not an option, the next best thing would be to have multiple cameras set up at once, positioned at different angles, all taking photos on a timer.
“But, more cameras means more tripods, and it means more lights, to make sure the lighting looks good from multiple angles. There’s no room upstairs for all of that. Down here, we’ve got all the room we want. Get it?”
“I guess.” Tom looked around the garage, thinking. “It just seems like… I don’t know, it’s just kind of a lot, isn’t it?
“Tommy.” Lily took a step toward her diminutive husband and, gently cupping his chin, turned his head upward to meet her gaze. “I’m a lot. And I’m a little more every day.” It was like she’d flipped a switch in his head. Gone was the thinker, the over-analyzer. All that remained was her sweet, docile husband, gazing up at her in a mix of adoration and anxious deference. She’d never get tired of that expression. It made her feel like a goddess, revealing herself to a humble mortal she’d deigned to bless with a glimpse of her beauty. “I don’t think a cute little thing like you has any right to question my decisions, do you?”
“Uh—n-no, sorry.” Lily gave him a patronizing smirk.
“I forgive you. Now how about we spend a little less time talking, and a little bit more time working? Once we get set up, we can take the day’s photos, and then… maybe we can head back upstairs.” She winked at him. “If you’re good.”
The work was finished in no time. Together, Lily and Tom recreated Lily’s studio, filling the spare space with lights and tripods.
“Oh, where’s the height chart?” Tom asked.
“It’s upstairs still, but don’t worry, we’ll get it tomorrow.” Tom was confused, as Lily fished a sewing tape measure out of her pocket.
“Today’s special. I thought it would be more fun if we measured each other manually. Come see how big I am.”
Tom swallowed, then complied. Five different cameras, arranged in a semi-circle around them, snapped away as Lily stepped on the tip of the tape measure and Tom stood close, raising the other end up over his head. It occurred to Lily that his viewing angle down there might make it hard for him to get an exact measurement, but that was fine. After all, they both already knew what it would say; there was a reason she picked today to set up the new studio. She wanted this milestone captured in the highest fidelity she could manage.
“Six feet. You’re six feet—ah!” Hearing the number aloud sent Lily into a frenzy. She descended upon Tom, filling his shrunken mouth with her tongue as she grinded against him. Unable to resist her weight, he collapsed to the ground. Lily followed him, pinning him between her pillowy thighs as she slipped her fingers under his collar, ripping his shirt open one button at a time.
*
Tom had never felt a deeper peace.
He was naked, just this side of the edge of sleep. Every muscle in his body was relaxed, not a drop of tension to be found anywhere as he melted into his wife’s arms. Lily surrounded him on all sides. Strong arms held him securely against her, her titanic breasts enveloping his face. A single massive leg rested atop his own, pinning him in place with pleasant weight. Her tummy squished against his torso, warmth flowing from it, keeping his nude body warm in the chilly bedroom. Lily was by no means “fat,” but her midsection was just as soft and plush as the rest of her, yielding against his body like an overstuffed cushion. He was fully and completely ensconced in his wife. They’d been at it for hours, the smell of sex heavy in the room as golden afternoon light shone through the windows. Her fingers glided gently across his scalp and he involuntarily let out a sigh of utter contentment. He reached out and placed a hand on her ass, sinking his fingers deep into her supple flesh.
Some tiny part of his mind was still sounding an alarm. He was only 4’11” now. Yesterday, he had officially reached five feet even, and they’d “celebrated” so much that he’d already blown right past it, right on to the next inch down (it wasn’t very long ago that he thought having sex three times in one day was a lot—now, that was nothing). He’d lost a full 16 inches of height, and god knows how much weight; he was honestly a little scared to step on the scale now. By the end of the week, he’d be down to Lily’s original ultra-petite size, and things were showing no sign of slowing down. Shouldn’t he be more worried? Lily had promised him that they’d stop whenever he asked; wasn’t it about time he asked?
That voice was unquestionably within him, but its cries seemed distant, muffled, quiet. Tom was so filled with bliss that there just wasn’t any room for worry.
“I love you, Lily.” It felt somehow wrong to break the silence, as though the moment would last forever if they simply stayed quiet. But he couldn’t help it. Right here, right now, he felt that love with all his heart, and although he’d told her a million times, he needed to say it once more.
“I love you too, Tommy.” Her voice was low and sultry. She’d never called him “Tommy” before all this, but he’d been noticing her starting to pepper it into her speech more and more. He felt a thrill of goosebumps run down his back. Of course she was using the diminutive form of his name; he’d become the diminutive form of himself.
Suddenly, Lily moved, rolling onto her back. She kept a tight grip on Tom, pulling him with her as she turned, and he now found himself lying on top of her. Memories flashed through his head of when he’d lie in bed with her resting on top of him. That felt like an entire lifetime ago, though it had only been a few short months. It seemed impossible that the massive woman beneath him could have ever curled up in his arms; their transformations were so extensive that it made his old memories seem false.
He stretched forward to kiss her before nuzzling his face back against her bust.
“I’ve been thinking, Tom.”
“Hm?”
“Well, we talked about it before. How I don’t really like it when you call me ‘ma’am.’”
“Mm-hm.” Her voice made her collarbone vibrate against his head. It felt nice.
“I mean, I like the sentiment. Little cutie like you, showing me respect. But ‘ma’am’ is what you say to… I don’t know, that’s what the cashier at the store calls me. My husband should have a more intimate word for me. ‘Mistress,’ that’s a popular one, but it doesn’t feel right either. It makes me think of like… leather and whips. That’s not us.”
“What about… Goddess?”
“Mmm,” Lily purred, as though she’d bitten into a rich piece of chocolate. “That’s getting warmer, certainly. But it’s still not quite right. A goddess takes care of the whole world. I’m only interested in taking care of one person.” She stretched down to kiss the top of his head. “One good little boy that always does as I tell him, though every now and then I have to get a little strict with him.”
Tom felt himself blushing intensely, his cock hardening against Lily’s thigh. She shifted her leg slightly, teasing his erection with her soft, pliant skin.
“Y-you sound like you have something in mind.”
“Mm-hm, I do. But don’t you have any other guesses?”
“Um… n-no. I can’t think of anything else.”
Lily giggled, and rolled over again. Tom felt the coolness of the sheets against his back as Lily returned him to the bed, and then slowly felt his entire body compress under her weight as she rolled on top of him. Her messy red hair fell in thick locks all around his head, blocking his view of the bedroom as she loomed over him, grinning.
“Liar,” she accused, a laugh in her voice. “I think you know exactly what I mean.” Tom’s breathing quickened, but the only reply he could offer was an empty sputter.
“No? You don’t remember? The other day, at the mall?”
*
Lily was getting frustrated.
This was the third store they’d been to, and she couldn’t find a single bra in her size.
She knew she was big; hell, she was enormous. But surely there must be one store in this damn town that sold bras for larger women.
She winced as she felt the strap of her current bra dig into her back. This thing had fit her when she was 5’9”, which was nearly three whole inches and probably at least a cup size ago.
“Tom,” she beckoned. She’d brought him along because she thought it would be hot to model new bras for him in the changing room; of course, she’d expected to find some new bras to model. “Can you grab that clerk over there and see if they have any more selection than this? I’m gonna keep looking.”
“Oh, um. Okay.” Tom wandered in the direction of the sales clerk, a woman in a black blazer a few dozen feet away. Despite her discomfort, she couldn’t help but pause to watch Tom. He looked so small over there all by himself! It was adorable… but also vaguely concerning. She was suddenly struck by the urge to keep a protective eye on him, and felt a little bit of anxiety that wouldn’t abate until he was back at her side.
He approached the clerk, who turned to smile as he drew near. She had at least six inches on him, and Lily couldn’t help but feel a thrill seeing how Tom measured up to her, dwarfed by even a fairly average woman. They were too far away for Lily to hear, but she saw Tom nervously point back toward her, then suddenly seem to panic as the clerk waved at Lily. Confused, Lily waved back, but the clerk’s attention had rapidly returned to Tom. She looked like she was… apologizing?
After another moment, Tom hurried back to Lily’s side, face bright red.
“She said that this is all the stock they have, but that there’s a shop that specializes in plus-sized women on the other side of the mall.”
“What else did she say? Was she asking about me?”
Tom didn’t answer, instead staring at the ground.
“Tommy?”
“She… she mistook me for a kid. She asked if I was here with my mom, and I pointed back at you bec—”
“You did what?” Lily asked, an ugly, snorting laugh bursting out of her.
“I didn’t hear her right at first! I thought she was asking about my wife! I didn’t really process what she said until after I pointed!” Tom was getting increasingly flustered as he struggled to defend himself.
“Oh my God, that’s so funny. I mean, I get it. The magic’s turned you into a real babyface, you know. I don’t think you look like a kid, but combined with your height… yeah, I can see where someone would make the mistake.” Tom fidgeted anxiously, face beet-red as he bore a hole in the floor with his eyes. “Oh, it’s no big deal, Tommy. I used to get mistaken for a kid sometimes. It’s a little humiliating but you’ve gotta learn to shrug it off.”
He didn’t answer, and Lily rolled her eyes. He could really be too sensitive sometimes. “Well, come on. Let’s go check out that plus-sized shop, so your mommy can finally get some new bras.” She burst out laughing as she took his hand and headed back out into the mall. As they walked, she occasionally shot him a knowing look, sending a new wave of embarrassment through him.
As they entered the plus-sized shop, Lily squeezed Tom’s shoulder. She spoke in a stage-whisper, clearly loud enough for anyone nearby to hear.
“Now behave yourself. Mommy won’t be too long.” She chuckled again as Tom looked around in a panic, terrified that someone might have overheard her teasing. She kept laughing softly to herself as she left him near the front door to start perusing the racks.
She couldn’t get over how funny this was.
Funny… was that the word to describe the giddy feeling in her chest?
“Excuse me, miss,” Lily said as she approached a clerk. “I’ve got my little boy here with me. He can sometimes misbehave when I let him out of my sight, is it alright if I bring him into the changing room with me?” She gestured toward Tom, shuffling awkwardly by the door. He was a good twenty feet away, and even Lily had to admit that at this distance, it was easy to mistake him for a child.
“Oh, certainly, that’s fine. I get it, kids can be a real handful,” the clerk answered sympathetically. Lily felt an odd rush of excitement that the woman had bought the lie.
“I think he just gets a little anxious and starts acting out when I’m not around. He’s kind of a mama’s boy.” Lily couldn’t help but laugh at her own joke, and though she didn’t get it, the clerk politely laughed along with her.
“Tommy!” Lily called out. “Come help Mommy in the changing room!” It took every ounce of self-control for Lily not to burst out laughing as Tom stared back at her as though she were an oncoming truck. She waved him over insistently, and he slinked toward her.
She smirked; he used to be so scared of shrinking, but right now he looked like he was trying to make himself too small to be seen.
“Lily, please, cut it out…” Tom pleaded once they were alone in the changing stall.
“Is that any way to talk to your mother, young man?” Lily playfully chided as she unbuttoned her blouse. Tom clammed up, half embarrassed by her teasing and half flustered to see Lily’s tits spilling out of the too-small bra she was wearing. She undid the hook in the back and Tom let out an audible gasp as her breasts exploded outward, no longer restrained.
How did he keep finding ways to get cuter?
“Relax, Tom, it’s just a joke. You have to admit it’s funny.” He said nothing, and avoided eye contact.
“Or… maybe it’s not a joke to you. Maybe you want me to be your Mommy. Is that what has you so embarrassed?”
“N-n—” Tom’s protests were cut off as Lily stepped forward, pinning against the wall and smothering him with her breasts. It was so much fun that he was just the right height for her to do this.
It almost made her sad that he wouldn’t be staying this big for long.
“Are you suuuure that’s not what this is about, Tommy?”
Tom struggled to get his mouth free from her tits so he could respond. “No! Lily, please!”
She backed off, laughing. “I’m just teasing you Tom, lighten up.” He was clearly still unnerved, but she just shrugged him off as she tried on the bras, relieved to have finally found some big enough to fit her. She led Tom to the register to pay, the clerk doing a double-take as she looked at him, gears turning in her head; they were out the door before she could ask any questions.
Lily spent the next few hours leading Tom around the mall, continuing to tease him. She’d ask him if he wanted to go into every toy store they passed, or if he’d like his Mommy to buy him a treat from each snack stand they walked by. She felt a little bad that the teasing was cutting him so deeply, but for some reason, she just couldn’t make herself let up.
“Tommy loves his Mommy,” she half-sang as they headed for the parking lot
“C’mon, say it just once,” Lily said on the drive home.
“I don’t want to.”
“Come on. This isn’t even close to the most embarrassing thing you’ve done for me. Just say the word one time!”
“I don’t like this, Lily. You told me that I get to set the boundaries. I’m setting this one.”
“Fine, fine, you’re right. I’m sorry if I’ve been taking this too far.” She finally started to feel some legitimate guilt. It had been a while since Tom had really and truly told her “no,” and she felt bad about disrespecting that.
They drove in silence for another 15 minutes. Then, Tom let out a sigh of resignation.
“...’Mommy.’ There, satisfied?”
For once, it was Lily’s turn to feel flustered.
*
Tom was still pinned under Lily.
“It was just a funny thing to tease you about at first, but… when you actually called me Mommy, it just felt… right.”
“Lily…”
“I know, you said this was a boundary for you. If that’s true, then, well... Okay. But. You do have a track record of saying you don’t like something, when really you’re just too embarrassed to admit you like it.”
Tom wished he could get away, but there was nowhere to go; he was completely trapped beneath her. He couldn’t even get his arms free.
“Are you sure that you don’t like the idea of me being your Mommy?”
“Lily, I… you’re my wife. I’m not a child.”
“No! No, of course you’re not, baby. But… you’re so little now, Tommy. Don’t you feel like you need to be… protected? Nurtured? We both know you like submitting to me, and you like it when I take control in a gentle way. Dominating you, but with love and affection. Am I wrong?”
“Well… no, but…”
“A ‘wife’ is somebody you’re equal to. You don’t really want to be equal to me, right? You want to be… less. You want to feel taken care of. And that’s okay, because I want to take care of you. But ‘wife’ isn’t really the right word for that. I think ‘Mommy’ is.”
“I don’t know, Lily. It just feels… it feels like more than that. It feels like… surrendering.”
“But don’t you want to surrender, Tommy? Isn’t that exactly what you like? Isn’t it exactly what you’ve been doing?”
Tom went quiet, taking the deepest breaths he could with the weight of Lily’s body on top of him.
“You’ve been giving yourself to me bit by bit every day for months now, Tom. And I love it, because the more you give, the more I have to cherish, to treasure. Give a little bit more to me. Let me be your Mommy.”
Tom reflexively wanted to protest, but what was the point? She could undoubtedly feel his erection pressing deeper and deeper into the softness of her stomach the more she spoke.
A shameful thrill ran up and down Tom’s entire body.
“...Okay. You… you can be my Mommy.”
Lily let out a low, sensuous moan, and kissed Tom tenderly, hungrily.
“Say it again, baby. What am I?”
“You’re my Mommy.”
She moaned again, grinding against him. He could feel her juices leaking all over his legs. Suddenly, she rose up on her knees, then lowered herself, slowly, onto his cock.
“Mommy loves you,” she uttered breathlessly as she began to rise and fall, her colossal breasts bouncing with each motion.
Tom tried to answer, but managed to make no sounds beyond a pitiful, gasping whine.
“Are you going to be a good boy for Mommy?” she asked as she increased the intensity of her movements. Still, Tom couldn’t manage form any words, the pleasure feeling like an explosion in his brain.
“Say it, baby. Tell Mommy you’ll be a good boy.” Lily’s own words were becoming more and more labored, struggling to get out amidst deep, rapid breaths.
“I-... I-... I-...!!”
Lily suddenly froze. Clenching her legs tighter against Tom’s, she leaned forward, her tits pouring over his chest as she took each of his wrists in a powerful grip, pinning him to the mattress.
“Say it.”
“I-I-I-I’ll be a good boy, Mommy.”
Lily’s entire body began to tremble, every muscle from her head to her toes clenching tightly. She opened her mouth as if to scream, but no sound escaped. The sight of his titanic wife—his titanic mommy—orgasming so violently above him immediately brought Tom over the edge as well. She was holding him down too tightly for him to move, but he nevertheless struggled in vain to buck his hips up into her. He was swept up in an explosion of raw ecstasy, so intense that he thought he might pass out. Lily collapsed on top of him, before moving to the side, spooning him tightly, and he was once again surrounded by her. “Bliss” no longer described the sensation. It was something deeper, something that went beyond words.
He had no idea how long they laid like that, or whether he fell asleep at any point, but the golden light of the afternoon had been replaced by the soft blue light of the early evening before Lily spoke.
“I came so hard I think I gave myself a leg cramp,” she said, exhausted, and then laughed. Tom laughed along with her.
“I’m getting hungry,” she continued. “Let’s get dressed and I’ll make dinner.”
“Oh, no, it’s my night to cook.”
Lily’s arms tightened around Tom as she gently kissed the back of his head. “Let Mommy cook for you tonight, sweetie. You’re not getting out of all of your chores, but tonight, I want to take care of you.”
“Oh… Okay, Lily. You can cook.”
Lily suddenly tugged on his shoulder, making him turn to face her, and kissed his forehead.
“My first rule, as your new Mommy, is that I don’t want you calling me ‘Lily’ anymore.”
“...What?”
“Well, I don’t think it’s very appropriate for you to talk to your Mommy on a first name basis. It’s disrespectful.” She smiled at him through half-lidded eyes, but her tone made it clear that she wasn’t kidding. “From now on, as far as you’re concerned, my only name is ‘Mommy.’”
“That… that’s crazy, Lily.”
“Ah!” she tapped a finger against his lips. “Remember, you just told me you’d be a good boy. Good boys don’t talk back. I’ll let that one slide, but the next time you disobey me, I’m not going to be so lenient.”
Tom’s eyes went wide.
“Do you understand?”
A long, pregnant pause. A hundred different responses flashing through his mind. But in the end, only one made it out of him.
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes… Mommy.”
“Good boy.”
