Thursday, July 23, 2020

A New Toy - Commission

The following is a commission I completed for the wonderful Elle Largesse (@mightytinygiant)  Her own work, which ranges from #KinkyScribbles of only a few hundred words up to long form think-pieces about size and sexuality, can be found at

Tags: Shrinking Woman, NSFW, Gas lighting, dubious consent, non-consensual, fear, control, pain, emotional heart ache, insertion, polyamory

4572 words

A New Toy

She’s had this dream before.  Her bedroom door is opening.  There are footsteps on the floor.  Then he’s pulling back the covers, sliding into bed beside her. 

She pretends to be asleep. 

He touches her shoulder, presses his chest against her back.  Strong, rough hands.  Exploring her body.  Fingers lifting the hem of her night shirt.  He’s reaching up to cup her breast.  Hot breath against her ear. 

She’s moaning.  Arching her back toward him, encouraging.  Eyes closed, trying to hold it, to savor the fantasy.  The dream can’t last much longer.  She takes his hand, squeezes it, wanting him so bad, hoping he’ll never leave her….


Her eyes flutter open.  It should fade.  It doesn’t.  Suddenly, it’s all too real.  His hands, his body, his presence.  His whiskers against his cheek.  The scent of alcohol on his breath.

“Carl?” she hisses, in the dark.  “What are you doing?”

His hand slides lower, presses to her pubic mound.  Massages her so, so gently.  “Want me to stop?”

She doesn’t.  It’s the last thing she wants.  She knows this, and knows he knows it too.  But….

“What about Mandy?  I don’t… is she okay with this?”

He chuckles, takes her earlobe between his teeth.  Gives her a little tug.  She’s melting. 

“Mandy is never going to find out.”

“Carl, no.  This isn’t right.  We’ve talked about this.  I like you.  But I can’t… I won’t….”  She’s pushing him away, but her heart’s not in it, she’s half hoping he’ll press the issue.

“Hey,” he says, in that honey-sweet voice, and she freezes. 

“Hey.”  Her heart, pounding, too loud.  The sense of his body, her need for him, overwhelming every other thought.

“This is all going to be okay.  Better than okay.  I promise.”  His nose tickles her ear.  She can feel him smiling.  “Do you believe me?”

She does.

“I need you to do something for me.”

“What?” she breathes, relaxing into his arms, the battle already lost.

“Give yourself to me.  Will you do that, Lara?”

He’s palming her breast, grinding himself against her hip, thrusting suggestively.  “Yes!”  The word is practically torn from her, and the relief of it, of relinquishing whatever comes next, makes her feel giddy.

“Good.”  He kisses her, not quite on the lips.  “Then.  Here’s what’s going to happen.  Lara.  You.  Are going to get.  Smaller.”

She doesn’t understand.  She feels her mouth opening, trying to ask, but all that escapes is a moan.  She’s too warm.  Tingling, like her foot is asleep, only it’s her entire body.  His hands move again, stroking her, massaging her breast, and his hand is so big.  It shouldn’t be this big.

He’s looming over her.  More than a head taller.  Hugging, but it’s different now, like he’s compressing her, forcing her down. 

“That’s it,” he whispers, and a giant hand parts her thighs.  Her pj’s, they’re so baggy, gigantic on her.  He’s pulling them down, getting them out of his way, and he laughs.  “Smaller,” he says, again, and that fading sensation of warmth comes back, stronger than before.  She’s sinking, receding.

“What are you doing to me?” she tries to say, but only the first word escapes.  The rest is stifled as a rough finger presses to her vulva.  She moans, feels it expand as he strokes in a long, slow circle.  Feels so good, can’t fight.    Everything so heavy.  She swallows, finds words, forces them out.  “No.  This is… you can’t be shrinking me.  This is wrong!”  Her voice sounds so tiny, so weak.  The squeak of a mouse.

“Smaller,” he insists, and her body helplessly obeys, hips snapping toward him like a puppet on a string.

Carl is sitting up.  Pulling her, lifting like she weights nothing, and then she’s in his lap.  She’s so small, not even half his size.  He finishes undressing her, not patient about it, and she gasps and pants and doesn’t fight.  Lara’s head is spinning.  She can’t make her eyes focus.  The room is too big, the room is too big.

“Mandy,” Lara whimpers.  “What about Mandy?”

“You’ll see her soon.”

She doesn’t have time to process this; he’s pushing her forward.  She falls and doesn’t catch herself, lands on her face and knees on her giant bed.  Then he’s spreading her legs.  Then he’s opening his pants.  Then he’s inside her.  She squeals, God it’s huge, more than she can stand.  There are tears, some of pleasure, she’s weeping as she grits her teeth, pushes back against him with all her might, wanting it deeper.  Gasping and moaning and—


She screams. 

He’s filling her, ever last millimeter, impossibly big, and bigger, and bigger with each thrust, until he’s finally too big, and he’s laughing at her withered cry as he pulls out.  She doesn’t have time to catch her breath before…


And then he’s fisting her, but that’s his smallest finger, his SMALLEST finger!  He’s going to wear her like a ring, a tiny piece of jewelry, a worthless bauble, but then he pulls out.  Carl gives her ass a demeaning little slap with a hand the size of her torso.

“Stand up.”

She does, somehow, panting and ringing like a bell.  Her legs are unsteady.  Even though he’s sitting, she’s looking up into his eyes.  Tiny, and afraid, but she needs him now.  She knows she should run, or cry, or beg, but if she does she’ll only beg for more, she knows it.


She moans her thank you.

He laughs.  It isn’t a kind laugh.  He reaches for her, runs his finger over her body.  Questing.  Searching.  Her shoulders, her throat.  She stands tall for him, endures it, accepts his inspection.  His fingertip is wet, smells familiar.   It’s hers, she realizes, her juices on his finger, but there’s so absurdly much,  so much more than she can possibly make at this size, a memento of how much she’s lost.  He shares it with her, lets it press against her lips, and she licks him clean, beyond resisting, beyond dignity, only wanting him, wanting him so badly.  He’s stroking, spreading her wetness over grape-sized tits, over her soft tummy, as she moans and whimpers and pleads with her eyes.

“I think you’re ready.  Let’s go see Mandy.”

He takes her, lifts her.  She’s a doll to him.  Not even a foot tall.  “Carl, what are you doing to me?” Lara manages, even as she hugs her bare little body against him, can’t stop her hips from thrusting against him.  “Why is this happening?”

“We’re going to see Mandy.”

He shifts her like an awkward parcel, presses her face against his shoulder, makes her spread her little legs.  Her tiny hands grip savage-hard into his flannel, breathing in the scent of musk and cheap scotch, letting it be her reality.  She screams as he tries to penetrate her.  It’s too big, can’t fit, hopeless, but he doesn’t know that, or doesn’t care.  He’s forcing it, and she’s shrieking encouragement, wants it, wants to please him.

“Quiet,” he orders, and she’s silent for him, little hiccups of pleasure the only sound that escape as something gives, and that giant finger is inside her now.  He carries his little Lara-dolly through the darkened house, and she holds her breath, shaking, her tears too small to even soak his shirt.

She knows where they are, but it’s distant, disconnected.  Mandy’s room.  The idea that this is a place she knows, that it’s her apartment, is too big for her mind to wrap around.  How could anyone her size belong here? 

The door opens, and the lights are down low in Mandy’s room.  The scent of her roommate, overwhelming in the enclosed space.  She recognizes that smell, from when she’s interrupted Mandy fooling around on the couch, or walked past her door and heard Carl’s low, intimate voice from beneath.  But the smell is stronger, so much stronger.

Mandy is a giantess.  Naked and sweating atop the covers.  She’s breathing hard, arching her back in a hypnotic rhythm Lara can’t help but watch.  Like she’s observing a force of nature, a power beyond her comprehension.  The platonic ideal of unearthly desire.  It makes whatever lust Lara contains feel small and pathetic.

Mandy’s perfect, naked body turns toward them.  A buzzing sound, almost too low to hear, grows suddenly loud.  Her giant hand withdrawing from between her thighs, something hard and plastic glistening in the low orange light.  Lara wants to see, but then she’s moving, falling, as Carl moves her from the honored place at his shoulder, abruptly tucks her shamefully behind his back.  Nothing but a dirty little secret. 

“Having fun with your toy?” he asks, in that low seductive growl of his, that could make her wet even from halfway across the apartment.

“God, yes.  Can I cum, Carl?  Please?  It’s been almost an hour, I can’t keep edging myself.  Please, I can’t take this, I’m going to die!”

He laughs, and squeezes Lara a bit too hard.  “It’s almost time.  Put your vibrator away.  I brought you a NEW toy.”

It all snaps into place in a horrible moment, what’s about to happen.  Her euphoria fades, and she feels the reality of it, trapped in a nightmare.  Lara struggles against the giant hand, kicks, squirms, finds her voice and screams.  “Mandy—it’s me!  Lara!  Carl did something to me, he shrank me, he….”

“Did you hear something?” Mandy sounds confused.  The springs of her old twin mattress squeak.  “I thought I heard a voice.”

Carl’s giant hand squeezes too hard, a warning.  He presses his thumb to her mouth, clamping it down against her teeth, until she can hardly breathe.  She struggles.  He tightens.  She stops.

“Just prepping the toy for you.  No peeking, my love.  Wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise.  Turn off the lights.  Then lay down, and close your eyes.  Time to make you feel wonderful.”

His tone, heartbreakingly gentle and tender.  Speaking to the woman he loves, who was so much greater than Lara in every way, even before all this.  Carl loves Mandy, and only Mandy.  Lara’s silly infatuation with him, all her desires for something more—it was always hopeless.  All his promises these last months, his gentle words, his offers to intercede.  He was never doing more than toying with her. 

Carl reaches into his pocket, pulls out his phone, puts on something soft and seductive.  Mood music.  Mandy gives a happy little sigh, spreads out for him, and Carl’s giant hand relaxes.  In an instant she knows the music is meant for her.  Meant to drown her out if she screams again. 

He’s lowering her, now.  Toward Mandy.  Even in the dark, Lara can see how wet she is—an absolute mess, all the way from the cusp of her navel, halfway down her thighs.  Even this part of her is perfect.  Her mound freshly trimmed with carefully attention to detail, all marks of her roommate preparing for a very special evening.  Her vulva a happy shade of red, her fist-sized clitoris pulsing and throbbing for attention.  Smooth, and taut, and eager.  “Please, please,” she’s groaning over and over, wiggling herself like a lure, trying to draw him in.

Lara fights, tries to break free from his grip, even as he lowers her, turns her, presses her face-first against Mandy’s soft, silky lips.  Howling, gasping, until her arms find purchases against Mandy’s perfectly smooth legs.  She manages to push away a quarter of an inch, enough to breathe, but then Carl’s thumb is on the back of her head, forcing her back down.   

“Ooo, what an interesting sensation.”  Mandy giggles, her pussy giving a happy little twitch, and Lara struggles to escape.  “I’ve never felt one vibrate quite like it before.  Not the most pleasant I’ve ever felt, but I like it!  It’s kind of big though, isn’t it?”

“It’s big.  Too big if you ask me.”  Carl turns the tiny woman just enough, so his face fills her vision.  He’s smirking, and Lara sees what’s coming, shields her face, holds her breath.  “Well.  One interesting feature of this toy… is that we can make it… smaller.”

“No!” Lara screams, feeling the too-pleasant heat, the euphoric tingling, as her body instantly complies with Carl’s command.  Inches melt away.  Her roommate’s giant vulva grows and grows beneath her.  Arms spread wide, but her grip is slipping against Mandy’s slick inner thigh, feels herself slipping lower, everything so slippery, like falling into quicksand, and worse, she can’t fight that lust, that part of her likes this.

“Oh wow.  That feels amazing!”  Mandy’s voice suddenly deeper, huskier.  Her titanic roommate gently thrusts her hips, testing, exploring the sensation, and Lara is almost thrown off until Carl grabs her, presses her back to Mandy’s lips, holds her there with two fingers against her back.  “Whatever you just did, I liked it.  Please Carl, do that again.”

“No, Mandy no!”  she wants to scream, but her mouth is full, Mandy’s juices so thick and sweet.  “Don’t say that, don’t make him shrink me!”  She thinks it, but even this feels weak, a hateful lie when the rest of her can’t stop wanting this.

She’s face-first against Mandy’s clit now, screaming, but all it’s doing is making her giant roommate gasp and moan.  “Whatever you say, my love.  After all, the toy’s only purpose is to pleasure you.  It isn’t good for anything else.  Smaller.”

She tries to fight it, she really does, tries to make herself not want this, not obey, but her body is traitorous, a creature of Carl’s, no agency of her own.  Sliding helplessly down Mandy’s sex as she dwindles smaller, and smaller, can’t spread her arms even as wide as her labia now. 

Carl watches clinically, then nods.  “I think that’s about the perfect size.”

“I’ve never… ah!  Heard of a sex toy that you can make smaller like that.”  She can hear the abandon in Mandy’s voice, the need.  Irrational, beyond thinking about anything but the ache between her legs, the desire for more.

Lara knows that fighting is only bringing her roommate more pleasure.  She fights anyway, as Carl pins her arms to her sides, runs her feet up and down the length of Mandy, and the giantess moans as Lara kicks.  Then slowly, deliberately, he slips her inside.  To her knees, and out again.  Then, to her waist.  He makes her teensy little breasts slide and flick against the rough flesh of Mandy’s g-spot, as wide as her entire torso.  Then, all the way, into darkness.  The cum in her mouth is thicker now, like melted butter.  It’s in her eyes, in her nose.

“Fuck… fuck that’s really good!”  The words rumble through Lara’s body, her goddess of a roommate making her body quake with nothing more than a word.  “Can… can you make it… just a bit bigger?  I’ll cum if you do, I’m so close, please Carl please?”

Carl makes her twist, rolling her over and over inside Mandy, until she’s looking up at him upside down from inside her roommate’s vagina.  The evil giant gives Lara a patronizing touch on the chin, his eyes bigger than her whole head, boring into her.  He wants to savors his next words, she can tell. 

“No.  The toy can’t get bigger.  Not ever again.”  He takes a deep breath.  “It can only get… smaller.”

Lara sobs, and moans, and shrinks, feels Mandy’s lips growing slack around her.  She’s too small now to even be a proper pussy toy.

“Aw!  Well that’s disappointing.  I was just starting to enjoy it.  Get something else then, please?  I’m so close, and that one doesn’t feel good anymore.”

“Don’t be too hasty.”  Carl is grinning, his teeth so big, so white.  “The toy has other uses.”

Lara feels him pulling her out, she slips out too easy, Mandy’s lips hardly even gripping her aching little body.  Outside it’s so cold.  She shivers, clings to Carl’s giant hand for warmth even as she despises him, not much bigger than his index finger.  He watches her, amused.  This is getting him off.  More than anything else tonight.  Taking away her size, her dignity.  Taking everything she has left.  It’s like a game for him. 

It’s always been a game.

Mandy is making frustrated mewling noises.  Carl turns the tiny woman, using two fingers to force her thighs as far apart as they’ll go.  And suddenly kneeling, straddling Mandy’s clit, looking up at Carl’s giant, grinning face.

“Oh!  Oh I like that!”  Mandy’s tone is sharp, insistent. 

“Yeah?  I thought you would.”  Carl’s tree-trunk fingers are on her.  One on each shoulder, squeezing.  One on each ankle, holding them together.  “Spread your legs for me,” he commands.

“Like this?” Mandy replies, and Carl rolls his eyes, making sure the little toy knows the instruction is meant for her.

Lara obeys.  What else can she do?    

His gaze heavy, he pulls her down, and down, over the crest of Mandy’s vulva.  She feels the giant jewel of her roommate’s clitoris pressing between her thighs.  Feels it pulsing and twitching, feels the titaness moaning beneath her.  The slick bundle of nerves shifts against her, presses to Lara’s womanhood.  Carl pulls harder on her ankles, and Lara feels it slip, shrieks as it forces its way inside her.  Filling her.  Enormous.  Bigger and thicker than any cock she’s seen, but so soft, so smooth, and throbbing gently as Mandy grinds against her.  There’s no cruelty in it.  Only lust. 

Lara starts to moan.

“Fuck!  Oh my fucking God!  I’m so close!”

“Yeah?  You want to cum, love?  Want me to make you cum?”

“Please, fucking please Carl!  The toy feels so good, I can’t hold back, God….”

“The toy feels good, huh?”  He lowers himself, on his hands and knees at the edge of the bed, a devote worshiper kneeling before an altar, Mandy his goddess, Lara his offering.  “Just remember,” he whispers, his voice deadly quiet.  “It isn’t the toy that’s making you cum.  It’s me.  Who’s making you cum, sweetie?  Say it.”

“Carl!” Mandy says at once, but he’s implacable, staring down at the gasping and shaking little toy.

“Say my name.”

“Carl!” the giantess howls.  “Stop teasing me, please.  Carl!  Carl!  Carl!”

He spreads the toy’s legs wide, as wide as they’ll go.  His tongue lolls out slowly.  An inch away from Lara’s chest, it’s so warm, the heat of it radiating over her, dripping with hot saliva.  She watches it follow the hot arc of Mandy’s lips, watches it drop a millimeter before it reaches her, feels the hateful sting of need as he pulls away from her again.

Carl carefully articulates the words.  “Say.  My.  Name.”

“Carl,” Lara hears herself whimper, even as the word is drowned out in the scream of her roommate.

The tongue descends.  Traces a long, elegant path, parting Mandy’s lips.  Approaching, like some monstrous predator from the deepest ocean.  The giantess groans as he spreads her labia open, as the tongue comes closer, and closer, and then it’s on Lara, too.  Pressing, massaging, seeking.  Somehow it finds the miniscule pinprick button of her clit.  Pathetic, tiny, but no less capable.  She grasps the tongue with both hands as she screams his name again, tries to pull it down where she wants it, tries to lift herself toward it, but he’s too strong.  It goes exactly where he wants it, and nowhere else. 

Again up the length of Mandy’s vulva, the giantess’s cries growing in pitch.  Again, between Lara’s thigh, straight to the hard little nub that makes her scream, and shake, and lose herself.  A speck, a mote, lost on an ocean of pleasure, caught between two Gods, allowed by some accident to partake in the barest fraction of their pleasure, and even that more than she can bear.

Mandy’s clit is throbbing harder inside her.  Growing harder, and hotter.  Pounding like a jackhammer.  She feels the hood of it pulling back, and back, sliding wetly against her ass.  Carl’s tongue, rougher now, moving faster.  Both women screaming his name, in unison, as he brings them together.  Until finally, she feels the Goddess beneath her give way, and her body helplessly responds to the cue of the much larger woman, even her orgasm not her own. 

Carl laughs, accepting his tribute.

Lara can’t catch her breath, can’t stop shaking, can’t make herself stop crying.  Carl’s giant face, smug, too close to escape.  Mandy’s body, warm and present beneath her, rising and falling with each breath.  The echoing sensations of afterglow, as her body tries to return to normalcy, tries to make everything okay again, in harsh dissonance to her new reality.  She feels like she’s going to be sick. 

Carl pinches each of Lara’s little palms between thumb and forefinger, so delicate, lifting her like a tiny ballerina.  Mandy’s colossal clit holds her in place for a moment, then it exits with a sudden pop.  She cries out, her vulva throbbing painfully as Carl lifts her higher.

“God.  That toy was incredible.  You were incredible!”  Mandy starts to sit up, but Carl eases her back down, making intimate little shushing noises.  “The way it was squeezing me, vibrating like it was alive—I’ve never felt anything like it before.  Where did you get that toy anyway?”

Carl’s eyes seem to burn, as he appraises the trembling little woman laying across his palm.  “Oh, this?  It was just lying around.  You wouldn’t believe how easy it was to acquire.  Or how cheap.”

Lara wants to hide, wants to disappear, to shrink away to nothing.  How had she ever convinced herself it was love, what she felt for him.  That he might feel it too.  It’s clear now.  He wanted her heart, but just to know she would give it.  To take it from her, wear it like a medal on his chest.  And even now, with his conquest won, she can see he’s getting bored of her.

“Hey.  Mandy.”  His voice is so soft, so kind.  Lara can feel microscopic tears welling in the corners of her eyes.  “I really want to fuck you.”

“Yeah?”  Her sequoia thighs tense eagerly in the dark.  “I want that, too.  Are you… going to use the toy again?”

His hand squeezes shut around her, rough, like he’d rather not be holding her anymore.  “No.  We’re done with it.  Single use only.  Here, give me a minute.  I’m going to throw it in the trash.”

Lara is seized with animal panic, but there’s nowhere to go, no way out.  She’s so weak, can’t even make herself fight, can’t even scream.

The mattress springs squeak, and she hears her roommate moving, flinches instinctively at the sheer knowledge of her immensity in motion.  “Can I see it first?  Please.  I’m really curious what it looks like.  I can’t imagine what could possibly have made me feel that good.”

Carl’s hand tightens dangerously.  Suddenly light is filtering through his fingertips.  “Mandy, turn it off.  Lie back down.”

“No, come on.  Let me see?  You said tonight was all about me, and I want to see.  So…?”  She giggles playfully. 

There is horrendous motion, as Carl tries to keep her away, but she’s insistent.  Then it’s much too bright, and Carl’s face is snarling down at her.  She can see the word on his lips, read his intention before, he even forms it.  He’s going to shout it, scream it in her face, make her too small to see, take away everything.  “SMALL-“

A giant feminine hand slaps at his cheek.  She feels herself falling, falling, then something soft grabs her from the air.  Then Mandy is staring down at her, face soft and giant as the moon, cradling her in both hands.

“Lara?  No.  Is that… is that you?”

This giantess, this angel, this goddess, is looking at her.  Scared.  Confused.  But so, so kind.  Lara reaches for her, trying to touch her, like trying to touch the face of God, wanting the release, wanting the Grace.  But then it’s too much.  The darkness edges in at the corners of her vision.  Everything goes black.

She isn’t aware of time passing, isn’t aware of anything, until she feels heavenly warmth on her face, smells something sweet and fruity.  Apricots. 

She blinks.

“It’s okay.  You’re safe.  Don’t try to stand up.  But, can you show me you understand?”

Weakly, Lara lifts her hand, waves it.  They aren’t real apricots.  It’s artificial.  Waxy.  Candles.  She bought them for Mandy last Christmas.  Scented.  That explains the heat too.  She groans, rolling toward the sound of breathing.

Mandy is there.  Smiling, tentatively.  Too big.  Too big. 

“Don’t be scared.  I won’t hurt you.  Um, I’m going to pick you up now, so we can talk.  Okay?”

Lara hesitates, then nods.  Mandy is so gentle.  Her hands soft, the faint scent of lavender moisturizer.  “He’s gone, okay?  You’re safe now.  It’s just you, and me.”

She takes a deep breath, clears her throat.  It takes her a long time to remember words.  “What… happened?”

Mandy’s giant lips turn down, the difference between a smile and a frown half the length of Lara’s body.  “I threw him out, the bastard.  He had no right to do this to you.  We’d talked about asking you, sometime?  If you wanted to, you know… play?”   Her roommate looks faintly embarrassed.  “But not like this.  He’ll never show his face around here again, if he knows what’s good for him.  So.  You’re safe Lara.  He’s gone, and he’s never coming back.”

“Can you fix it?”  Lara is so sleepy.  She doubts Mandy can even hear her, but her roommate seems to get the gist.

“Carl told me what happened, how he did it.  It’s meant to be one-way.  He said he isn’t sure when it’ll wear off.  Or, um, if it ever will.”  The giantess shakes her head sadly.  “Why did you have to ‘give yourself’ to him, Lara?  That’s powerful.”

She feels herself starting to cry, a cynical part of her amazed she has any tears left.  The despair is so heavy that she can’t even breathe, but then a fingertip touches her tiny cheek, and she’s hugging it with both arms, with every bit of strength in her body.

“You’ll be okay, I promise.  No matter how long it takes, I’ll keep you safe, and happy, and warm.  I’ll make sure you feel as good as you made me feel, every single day.”

Lara isn’t sure what Mandy means by this.  But she’s blushing.

“You know.  You really were incredible.  Earlier.”  The fingertip is sliding lower down Lara’s body.

Lara’s mouth opens.  She tries to speak, isn’t sure if words come out or not.  She suddenly knows it doesn’t matter.

“Did you like it too, sweetie?”  The finger, almost bigger than her entire body, spreading her legs apart. 

Lara doesn’t resist.  She’s too tired to resist.  “Ooo!  I think you did  Yes you did!”

Mandy is smiling.  It’s a friendly, caring smile, but a dark smile too.  A hungry smile.

“Things will be good.  You’ll see.  Better than before, even.  Because, you were always a wonderful roommate to me, Lara?”  Mandy’s face recedes in the distance, as she slides Lara’s limp little body down her giant chest, past her navel.  Toward the darkness again.  “But I think you make an even better toy.”

Friday, May 29, 2020

Seeing Through - #GentleApril20

Tags: growth, giantess, giant, NSFW, alcohol, drugs, past abusive relationship, fear

Tyler is here. I scent his trail, track it all the way from the bus stop. 
So. This is happening.
The line is halfway round the block tonight. I stroll past, and Sammy at the bouncer table waves me inside with a wink. And there’s Tyler. By the dance floor. Enormous—a head taller than anyone else, in his small pond of admirers. 
He’s faced away, trying to ignore me. I pick up his stress hormones, like an accusation, and suddenly I’m angry. I list his atrocities, like a mantra, and I can feel my rage building, feel myself growing with it.
I make myself stop. No. Forget it. This war is over. I won’t fight it again. Who won? Well. Ask Tyler’s cloud of cortisol—the one he’s spewing into the air like ash from a volcano. 
Ask the back of his pretty little neck—the only part he’ll show me anymore.
EVERYONE knows I’m here now. I’m hard to miss, at eleven feet tall—plus a bit more from my ill-advised anger spurt. I feel their eyes on me, sift through their chemical signals. Jealousy and fear, curiosity and lust. All reasonable responses, when you lay eyes on the world’s one and only giantess. I sniff the hot, humid air, and I process every emotion in the room. Evaluate. Pinpoint targets.
Like the predator I am.
I’m not here to hunt, though. Or to make a point. I’m here because this is MY home, too. I’m here to see my friends.
They’ve saved me a seat at the bar. Well, three seats actually. Allen and Janice. Carol. Bobby, waving from the dance floor, working up a delicious sweat. We’ve all got a contingency, for tonight. For when Tyler showed his face again. They’ll keep me safe. 
Oh! And Paul is here! He wants to buy me a drink, the little sweetie.
We have a contingency for him, too.
They come and go, in small groups, or alone. Pilot fish to my Great White. I love them all in their own way. And not a whiff of fear on any of them! There’s tension, though. Everyone’s laughing too loud… crowded too close. Asking if I need anything.
It’s such a welcome distraction, when Paul casually brushes his tiny hand against my thigh. An accident, I’m sure. Just like the last six times. He’s been dancing around me for weeks, but I KNOW he’s interested. He showers me with oxytocin whenever I meet his eye. Plus he’s not subtle with his normal flirting, either. Maybe I’m the one who’s been too subtle.
I can change.
I lean way down, hand to my chin. Showing Paul all my attention is for him. I touch his arm. Make him sparkle for me.
My friends see, discreetly give us space. That second contingency, in effect.
We’re openly flirting now. He’s touching me. I’m touching back. Chaste. But adventurous. I’m getting worked up, and Paul notices I’m growing again before I do. Then he has the audacity to ask WHY I’m growing.
Well. Make ME show my poker hand.
I tell him I can usually control it. But if I’m distracted, strong emotion makes me bigger.
He sniffs at the bait. Takes it in his mouth. Tugs.
Which strong emotion?
I take his little hand in mine, fingers stretched halfway up his forearm, let my eyes answer.
He’s hesitating. There’s a turbulent ripple in the air, something sour, and before I can process it–
“Was it like this with Tyler?”
It’s a blurt. He’s sorry before it’s out of his mouth. Can he hear my heart, pounding above the music? He must. His ear is so close. At least he can’t smell my panic. 
“It was never like this, with Tyler. I never grew around him for a happy reason. Not once.”
He’s still apologizing. He buys me another drink. They don’t affect me anymore. Wouldn’t, even if he bought me all the booze in the bar. I don’t have the heart to tell him.
I sigh. “This isn’t how I wanted tonight to go.” 
“Me either. I just… really don’t want to be like that guy.”
I want to reassure him, and somehow end up telling him everything. How Tyler signed us both up for the same experimental trial. How it was, ‘for my own good.’ How the drug was so much more effective on me. His bitter, toxic hurt, the day I outgrew him. His oddly aggressive teasing about what he’d do when he caught up. 
“Then he asked me to quit the experiment. So he could stay the big one. I almost did, you know? Just. Throw away the best thing in my life. I loved measuring myself—have I ever told you? Back when I was bigger each day, and inches mattered. I wanted to make him happy. Fuck. I WOULD have quit. But Tyler didn’t give me the chance.”
I came home to find him, sweating naked on our bed, thigh covered in track marks, discarded syringes everywhere. He’d taken all his doses. Mine too. Stolen them, as much to keep me from having them as anything.
“He was growing. Fast.” I’m past the point of stopping now. “The worst part was how I just stood there. While he gloated, and yelled, and told me it was all my fault. And I apologized. I fucking apologized. Do you believe that?”
“I believe you,” Paul says, too quiet to hear, but I see it on his lips.
“It wasn’t anger though. When I found out I didn’t need the serum anymore. When I grew. It was… fear. Cold, pathetic fear. I found a rip cord marked ‘In Case of Emergency,’ and I pulled. Growing was instinct at first. I could’ve stopped, when he was just outmatched. But then, I grew vindictively. I wanted him… inferior.”
I’m growing again, right now. Telling this story always makes me big. I feel stupid and awkward, the wrong shape. Paul doesn’t say anything, because what can you say? 
Would it be a comfort if I told him he doesn’t need to speak? If I told him he’s already doing enough? I can feel his empathy and comfort, his righteous anger on my behalf. It helps.
I don’t tell him this. No one knows I’m strange like that yet. They have enough to accept.
Then like a recurring nightmare, Tyler is there. Behind Paul, two steps away at the bar. Getting in my space, my territory, when my friends aren’t around. 
We all knew this was coming. Time to have it out. 
But then I realize how weak this move is. He can’t even make himself look at me. I still see only the back of his tiny neck. He’s all bitter, acid adrenaline, with nothing behind it. The smell of it disgusts me.
“You’re really brave,” Paul is saying, and he’s rushing with adrenaline too. It’s the exact same molecule. So why do I find it so much sweeter coming from him? “What do you need right now?” 
He doesn’t know Tyler is here, bless his little nose! I’m drawn in by his perfect ignorance, reflect myself in it, and suddenly it’s just the two of us again.
“It’s an old story,” I say, then decide to tell the truth. “At least, I want it to be. I want to tell a NEW story. Do you want to be in it?”
He takes my hand, using both of his, and nods. “I just, didn’t want you to think I was some kind of, like, giantess fanboy.”
“They aren’t as common as you think,” I lie. 
Paul grins. He leans in closer. I lean too, until our foreheads almost touch. I’m growing, and I don’t fight it. I savor the effect it has on him, watch his skin flush, and his pupils dilate. 
I show him my poker hand. I tell him, I know there’s chemistry. How I think he’s the sweetest man I’ve ever met. That I can’t stop thinking about him. How much thinking about him makes me grow. And why. 
My lips are an inch from his ear, now. “What about you, Paul? What do YOU want? Can you use your words for me?” 
I don’t add, ‘little man,’ but I mean it, and he hears it.
It turns out he CAN use his words. The man is an indecent little poet. I’m so wrapped up in his narrative, that I don’t notice we have a problem until it’s almost too late. This outfit is meant to handle a LITTLE growth? But this is excessive.
I explain the urgency of my problem, the only solution. He nods once, then leads me by the hand. The whole bar quakes. Glasses rattle. People get the hell out of our way. Our bodies are both screaming – words like HURRY and NOW. My dress is too tight to breathe, my toes pinched vice-like. Thankfully we don’t have far to go.
Past the velvet rope. I don’t have my VIP card but they see my expression, and don’t ask. They saved me the Big Room, GOD will I tip Guest Services. Through the door, on my knees, Paul behind me. Hands small and rough, wants to help me undress, but it’ll take too long, I must be twenty feet, growing so fast, I push him away, snarling like a wolf, practically tear my clothes off, turn to do the same to him, fuck I’m on fire, I need to –
The fear on his face hits me like a slap. He’s cowering by the door, hunched, making himself small. The fear, and worse, the SHAME of being afraid of me.
It was like this with Tyler.
And silently, I thank him. I thank Tyler, because whatever he gave me, and whatever he took, he taught me one lesson very well. I know what to do.
I show Paul the back of my neck. 
I put my head to the floor, close my eyes. “Paul… this is who I am. This is the reality. I’m scary, sometimes, and I can’t change that. It’s okay, if you want to change your mind, about us. I promise not to think less of you. I mean it. No matter what you decide, I promise you’re safe with me. I’ll always keep you safe.”
I feel the spark of his lips on my neck. And he whispers my name.
I grow. I grow faster than I can ever remember growing.
I kiss him. His tiny lips, then his chest. When he embraces me, I kiss his whole body. 
He undresses for me. My mouth explores him, chin almost on the floor, eyes level with his. My tongue rolls over him, soft when he needs it, firm when he can stand it. I close my lips, and suck so, so gently. He says my name again, and again, and again. 
On my back I motion to him, then lay still, let him explore me. When he’s ready, I open the portal of my thighs, and invite him in. Someone helpfully turns up the music in a vain attempt to drown me out. I’m moaning his name. Then, I’m screaming it. 
Afterward, I lick him clean. He’s ticklish, it turns out. I hold him.
The bar is less crowded when we return. After midnight club rules are lax on casual nudity, and anyway who would stop me? It smells different, now. Only happy chemicals. Even the least perceptive of them must sense my afterglow and relief. Or maybe there’s something about a smiling forty foot Goddess that puts everyone at ease. 
I’m going to need to work some of this off, and the dance floor is the only place with ceilings high enough. Paul joins me. There isn’t enough room. Everyone packs close, dancing in the safe places beneath me. “I guess the party’s on me?” I say.

It’s a terrible joke, but people laugh. I laugh, too. This is my home, after all.

Thursday, April 23, 2020

The Antidote - Pt. 7

Thanks for sticking with me, so far.  I know it hasn't always been an easy ride.  Bets placed?  Let's get to the conclusion.

Chapter Specific Tags: Humiliation, insignificance, mouthplay, threat of vore, insertion, threat of shrinking to nothing.  If you’re tapped out and are just here to see the resolution, do a text search for, “Very slowly, Jenna pushed.”


Abruptly, Jenna took hold of Allison by the hips, turned her, flipped her roughly onto her back.  She seemed to weigh hardly anything.  The effect that this display of power had on the smaller woman was written all over her face.  Allison was bright-eyed, grinning from ear to ear. 

The toy lay just beside her elbow.  It was shielding its eyes, dazzled in the sudden light.  Jenna reached out her giant, manicured hand for it.  The toy tried to run, but that was absurd.  It made it less than six inches before Jenna’s fingers closed around it.  She drew it to eye level, so she could have a proper look.

“Aww.  Bad news sweetie.  Looks like our toy already shrank itself too small to be useful.  It can’t be more than three inches tall anymore.”

Allison propped herself up against Shawn’s pillow.  Her face was flushed, her hair sweat-streaked.  “Let’s be real.  He was never going to be big enough to satisfy me in any NORMAL way.”  She twirled a lock of hair thoughtfully around her finger.  “But, three inches you say?  That might still be good for something.  Especially if he’s enthusiastic about it.  Like, I have this bullet vibrator?  Believe me, three inches can be plenty big.”

The toy nodded emphatically, pointing at Allison.  It seemed to be yelling something.  Even a foot from her face, it was too small to hear.  She made abrupt eye contact with it, marveled at the way that shut it up in an instant.  Made it freeze into inanimacy. 

“No.” Jenna’s voice was flat.  “It doesn’t even deserve the satisfaction of being used.  Of having purpose.  I think, as a final lesson, it needs to see its true nature.  I’m going to make it useless.”

The toy screamed.  She let it.  Let it scream, and fight, for all the good it did.  Slowly, inexorably, Jenna lifted it to her warm, wet mouth.  She extended her giant tongue, let it roll up and down over the teensy little toy.  Up one thigh.  Down the other.  Then, with exquisite care, the place between.

She felt it struggle.  And felt it shrink.  Jenna lifted it higher, pressed it firmly to her lips.  She moaned, the way she might moan when savoring a fine chocolate, or a fresh strawberry.  The toy was salty, a bit sour, not especially tasty.  Still, there was something, about the experience of having it in her mouth… it was mmm what was the word?  Delectable.

She felt her lips coming together, closing around it, as it dwindled.  Her tongue lolled over and over again, back and forth, across.  It wasn’t necessary to seek out the toy’s cock—to exert any effort or attention at all as she suckled.  The toy was so small, it was impossible NOT to press against one erogenous zone or another.  Everything she did was shrinking it, now.

She let it go on, until the toy was small enough to fit very easily in her mouth.  Until the danger of instinctively swallowing it was becoming a concern.  She gave it one last coating of saliva.  Made sure it was properly lubricated.  Then pulled it from her mouth, pinching it between thumb and forefinger. 

She’d swallowed pills that were larger. 

The toy was beyond fighting.  Its lack of hope, its submission, was final.  God, why did that make her so fucking wet?  With an air of ceremony, Jenna lowered the toy to her waiting lover.  Allison eagerly spread her thighs, making little ‘come on,’ gestures, biting her lower lip. 

“Don’t get TOO excited,” Jenna purred.  “You’re barely going to be able to feel this.”

“I’m excited to feel YOU,” she groaned, moving her hips in expectation.  “The rest, I just want to get over with.”

Carefully, Jenna rested the useless toy atop Allison’s vulva.  The smaller woman gave a tiny moan of satisfaction, as Jenna used her first two fingers to peel back her clitoral hood.  The toy slid, unable to get traction, until it grasped like a drowning man to the pearl of Allison’s clit.  For a moment, the toy was actually a bit BIGGER than the little rose-colored bundle of nerves.  That wouldn’t do.  Jenna pinned it there with a fingertip, made it rhythmically thrust.  The woman bucked and writhed with pleasure, and the toy shrank.  In seconds,  the toy was clinging to a clitoris that was easily twice the size of its entire body.

“It’s going inside you, now.”  Jenna spread Allison’s labia, sliding the toy down her folds with her smallest finger.  It slipped so marvelously easy.  It was limp, no longer fighting or struggling.  Jenna let the moment hang.  “If you have any last words for Shawn,” she breathed.  “Now is the time.  Otherwise.  Are you ready for him to disappear?”

Allison took firm hold of the sheets between her strong fingers, pulled them taut.  “Do it.”

Very slowly, Jenna pushed.  Pushed the shrinking toy deep, deep inside.  Introducing it to its new home.  Let it kiss against Allison’s g-spot.  Then, deeper.  Until it was lost, in the darkness. 

Allison closed her eyes, her breathing slow, her muscles relaxing.  Jenna smiled benevolently.  Gentle, and shallow, she began to thrust.

“I think we can talk now,” Jenna whispered.  “As long as we’re quiet.  I know we didn’t plan this part.  You’ve got to be very, very still.  Don’t flex anything.  Wouldn’t want to HURT our little Shawnie-poo.”

“You aren’t exactly making it easy!” Allison hissed back.  “When you touch me like that it’s almost impossible not to squeeze!”

The nine foot woman laughed softly, fingers still moving.  “Well.  You know me.  I love a good crucible.”  Her thumb played over Allison’s clit, pinching tenderly, tugging ever so softly against her little pleasure center.  The way she knew Allison couldn’t resist.

“JENNA!” the smaller woman squeaked.

“Just breathe.  Here’s the rule: you can’t cum until he does.  Got it?”  Jenna tugged harder.

“I hate you!”  Allison grabbed a pillow, stuffing it over her face.  Her body shook, her stomach rising and falling rapidly.  Little beads of sweat ran in the groves of her muscular thighs.  But, she remained still.

Jenna lowered herself, until her mouth rested against Allison’s vulva.  She spoke very softly, sending the vibrations of her voice through the smaller woman’s body.  “Shawn.  I’m here.  I know you can hear me.  And I know you’re still fighting it.  Listen to the sound of my voice.  How big, and booming, and deep it is.  Listen to Allison’s heart beating all around you, the sounds of her body.  We are your world, Shawn.  Both of us.  You’re inside her, because I put you there.  And that makes me so, so happy.  I promise.”  She smiled, and kissed Allison, exaggerating the wet smacking sound of her lips.  Kissing them both, this way.

“Shawn.  It’s time.  I want you to reach down, and stroke that microscopic little cock of yours.  Stroke it hard for me, Shawn.  For Allison, too.  Because it’s time to let go.  Time to give in.”  She licked her lips, anticipating the next words.  “Goodbye, Shawn.  Goodbye, my love.  Shawn.  I want you.  To.  CUM.  NOW.”

The moment hung, frozen.  Neither of them moved.  Neither of them breathed.  Allison’s body trembled with the effort of holding herself back.  Jenna bit her lip.  Until slowly, Allison lifted the pillow away.  She wore a big, happy grin.  She nodded.

“You’re sure?” Jenna mouthed.

Allison continued to nod, looking so, so proud.

“Then,” Jenna said, in full voice.  “I need YOU to do something for me, sweetie.  At this size, there’s only one safe way to get him out.  I’m going to make you squirt for me, Little Girl.”

“Unf!” Allison flopped back on the bed.

“Yes.  Allison.  You’re going to squirt so fucking hard.  Going to make a mess all over Shawn’s bed.  Going to make a mess all over ME.”  Jenna was now running the flat of her palm up and down the length of Allison’s lips, roughly squeezing and pinching her clit between her first two fingers.  Faster, and faster she moved.

“Oh God…oh GOD!”

“Cum, Allison.  If you want to save his life.  Then you’re going to cum.  Cum so fucking hard, Little Girl.  You better… you BETTER!”

Allison let out a fractured, broken cry.  A heavy stream let loose, soaking the sheets, splattering onto Jenna’s face and chest.  The giant woman hardly flinched.  When a tiny little speck, her sweet little Shawn, landed there in her palm, she closed her fingers protectively around him.  And she smiled.

The mattress creaked, as the giantess crawled onto the bed, and lay beside the tiny, gasping woman.  With a smirk of satisfaction Jenna rested on her back, and placed her almost invisible little man beside her nipple, on her left breast.  Just above her heart.  She wrapped her arm around Allison, feeling protective of her as well, though not in the same way as Shawn.  With her, it was more, a kind of kinship.  A sister in arms.  Jenna listened to her pant, felt her shake, and tremble, as she came down.  She let herself share in the afterglow, of those in her care.

By the time Allison’s breathing slowed, and returned to normal, she thought Shawn looked bigger.

By the time Allison crawled down the bed, grinning mischievously, and settled between Jenna’s thighs, she could actually make out Shawn’s features.

By the time she, herself, shrieked in a broken voice that it was too much, that she couldn’t take any more, that Allison had to stop, Shawn was finally big enough to hold.  She clutched him to her, gasping, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling.  His body curled comfortably, as he dosed atop her chest.  Six inches tall, now.  Peaceful, and adorable.  She held him like a teddy bear, a morsel of grounding comfort.

“…think we overdid it, do you?  That really was a lot.”

Jenna turned her head slowly, stupidly.  She blinked.  Little Allison was looking up at her expectantly.  Jenna tried to swallow.  Why was her mouth so dry?  “What?”

Her lover giggled.  “Oh, I’M sorry.  Is SOMEONE a little non-verbal, cutie?”

“I mean.”  Jenna swallow again, cleared her throat.  “I… wow.  That thing you were doing with your tongue.  GOD.  And, were you fisting me?  It felt like you had half your arm in there.”  She paused, slowly raising one eyebrow.  “Wait.  Who are YOU calling ‘cutie?’  I’M the big one tonight, got it?”

Allison smirked, snuggling in closer.  “For now.  But I can already see it wearing off.  Give it another hour.  Two, tops.  You’ll be a cutie again in no time.” 

Jenna fought down a blush.  She sighed.  “Guess I should enjoy it while it lasts.”  She exerted her strength.  Pulling, lifting the still smaller woman, until Allison was halfway up on her chest.  Her head resting on Jenna’s right breast, while Shawn slept on her left.

Allison grinned at him sleepily.  “It really is such a nice change.  Having you big like this.  I know you said there’d be some surprises, but I really didn’t expect you to grow tonight.  God, when you stole his ‘antidote’ like that….”

“Yeah.  I’m proud of that one actually.  A little artful misdirection.  I’d been telling him the ‘antidote’ was in the pink bottle all week, while we were negotiating.  Kept reminding him to be REALLY sure he didn’t misplace it.  Made him memorize how to find it, so he’d remember even if he was in subspace.  But, there never actually was an ‘antidote’ for this particular brew.  It was always going to trigger when he… you know.  Of course, HE didn’t know that.”

Allison sighed dreamily.  “I think he forgot it wasn’t real, toward the end.  He totally thought it was permanent.  I got it on camera, when you took his pill.  The look on his face was priceless.”

Jenna winked.  “I’ll text you the video.  I’m sure he won’t mind.”

Allison nodded.  She still looked troubled.  “You’re really sure that wasn’t too far?  That we….”  She struggled for words.  “I doubt he’s going to be in much of a state to discuss things.  Not tonight anyway.  I’ll check in with you guys tomorrow.”  She leaned in a little closer, putting her eyes a few inches away from the slumbering seven inch man.  “Jesus.  His ass is already starting to bruise, see?  It’s going to be REALLY bad tomorrow.”  She poked him gently.  Shawn moaned painfully in his sleep.  Allison pulled back her hand, as if he’d burned her.

“We’ll discuss it,” Jenna replied.  “Shawn’s going to have a LOT to say about tonight, one way or another.  I think you’re fine though.  Like if you’re worried?  Don’t be.  It was hard for me too, the first couple times we played.  Before I genuinely started getting off on being big, and scary for him.  He enjoys it, believe me.  You did great.  In the worst case, if you went too far, he’ll probably remember it the next time YOU’RE the small one.”  Jenna smiled wistfully.  “That can be fun, too.”

Allison shivered, and gripped her a little tighter. 

“There’s another thing, that makes me think it’s okay,” Jenna went on.  “Here.  Watch this.”

Very carefully, Jenna turned her little boyfriend as he lay across her chest.  Turned him, until he was lying flat on his stomach, his face fully visible to Allison.  Jenna held her finger above his tiny ass, which even now was starting to bloom a lustrous shade of purple.  Gently, she pressed.

Shawn groaned.



She pulled her fingertip away, slowly.  In his sleep, Shawn lifted his teensy backside to follow it, mutely asking for more.  A tiny smile spread across his lips.

The two women lay together for a long time, not speaking.

“Hey,” Allison said at last, in a tiny voice.  “We went to some really dark places tonight.  And I don’t just mean the physical stuff.  Are YOU okay?”

Jenna considered the question carefully.  She decided Allison deserved honesty.  “I got… some pangs of jealousy when I first saw you tonight.  Sharing him is still new and… well… you guys know I’m working on it.  I’m trying hard, I promise.  Your relationship is so new, and I see how crazy you are about each other.  Sometimes it makes me feel….”

“…insignificant?” Allison offered.

Jenna scowled.  “I was GOING to say ‘left out.’  Anyway.  That part tonight, when I MADE him ask you out, took control over it, owned it?  That helped.  A little.”

“Yeah.”  Allison gave her a knowing look.  “You were playing a little loose, with those roles.  I appreciate why, but I had trouble keeping up.  Like, on the stairs?  When you asked if I was okay, if YOU kept seeing HIM?  The way that, like, flipped things?  That almost took me out of the scene.  I used it, though.  Really, got into character after that.”


Allison kissed her shoulder.  “It’s okay.  It was a learning experience for everyone.”

A comfortable silence descended.  Jenna decided Allison was right—the drug was wearing off, fast.  She definitely was smaller now.  She breathed slowly, let it happen. 

Eventually, Allison stirred.  “Well, I should let you guys be.  It’s supposed to be a Shawn-and-Jenna night.  I’m just the special guest.  You still cool if I see him on Monday?”

“Definitely.  Hey Allison?  You want to sleep over tonight?  I’m sure he’d like that.  And.  Um.  I’d like it too.”

A tense silence.  Jenna swore she could actually feel herself getting smaller, as she waited.

“You really mean it?”

“Yeah.  I think… you and I?  We’ve been doing this make-believe thing too long.  Pretending it wasn’t real.  It’s my fault.  I want you to know, you’re special to me.  It’s taken me time to come around but… I have feelings for you, too.  I’m sorry, if I ever made you feel less-than.”

Allison hugged her.  “Man.  This bed is going to be crowded in the morning.”  She climbed higher on Jenna’s body, and higher, until the smaller woman could press her mouth to Jenna’s.  Far below, she knew, Allison had let Shawn slip between her breasts.  Her girlfriend squeezed her shoulders, felt that she was embracing him, too.  Including him in this moment of intimacy.  Jenna waited for that familiar sense of jealousy to wash over her, prepared to fight it. 

The feeling never came.