Part 2 Tags: F/m, public humiliation, forced cross-dressing, forced nudity, forced undressing, emotional blackmail, threat of abandonment, non-consensual sex acts
2.
The street was crowded for this time of night. Jenna strode on briskly, forcing poor Shawn
to almost run to keep up. She hadn’t
been entirely honest when she told him he would pass as female. He WAS cute like this, though. Attracting quite a few looks. Blushing, visibly frightened, just a smidge
over four feet tall. His dress
practically dragging on the pavement, his feet bare. A small group of teenagers paused in their
basketball game, pointing and laughing as he passed. Shawn clung childishly to her hip, and Jenna smiled
as he shrank a bit smaller.
It took nearly ten minutes of walking to make it to her
parking space. Wordlessly, she opened
the door, helped him into the passenger seat.
Jenna attempted to buckle him in, struggling with it, her chest
precariously close to his little chin.
He watched, eyes wide. In the
end, she couldn’t make the belt tight enough for his smaller body, clasped it
anyway with an air of finality. “We
really SHOULD have a booster seat for you.
You’re definitely too short for a seat belt. Why don’t we stop at the store on the way? Safety first, after all.”
“Please don’t tease me,” he said, not meeting her eye. “I just want the antidote…so we can talk
about this like…like normal people.”
Jenna laughed, and shut the door.
It was a long drive across town, and traffic was heavy. Jenna fidgeted in her seat, painfully aware of
the tiny man in the seat beside her, painfully aware of how sexually empowered
having Shawn like this made her feel. At
each red light she tensed and relaxed her thighs, squeezing against the growing
warmth between them The scent of her own
excitement was impossible to ignore. Heady,
familiar. Laced with pheromones.
And clearly it was having an effect on Shawn. He was shrinking again—if much more slowly
than she would have liked. He was
visibly struggling to ignore his giant caretaker. Breathing slowly, shoulders tight, trying to
maintain what little size he had left. Shawn
was too small to look out the window anymore, and instead resolutely kept his
eyes downcast toward his feet, as they dangled above the floorboard.
Well. This wouldn’t
do.
“Hey Shawn.”
“Yeah?” his voice was almost too soft to hear over the rumble
of the engine.
“You’re getting turned on again, aren’t you? I can see you shrinking.”
He said nothing. The
glow of a streetlight illuminated his face, shining on his furrowed brows, his
tight little jaw.
“I have to know, if I’m going to keep you safe. Are you turned on, Shawn?”
Silently, he shrank a fraction of an inch.
“Lift your skirt for me, honey. I need to see.” Her voice was dark, piercingly clear in the
confined space. She watched him flinch,
and smiled wickedly. She could almost
see his poor little mind trying to work through her request, weighing his
options.
Jenna decided to be nice.
Spell it out for him. She checked
herself in the mirror, watching her own eyes as she spoke. “You know, Shawn. I can make you do it. Make you lift that pretty skirt, so I can see
how hard I’m making you. But that will
be an even worse turn-on, won’t it?
Worse, I’ll have to pull. Safety
first, after all. I’ll be annoyed, that
you wasted my time. That you made it SO
much harder to protect you. Is that what
you want, Shawn? For your big, sexy
girlfriend to be MAD at you?”
He sniffled, pathetically.
Very, very slowly, Shawn took hold of his dress, pulling, lifting. And lifting.
The garment was enormous on him.
It took a long time. Until…finally…there
it was. Instantly, Jenna felt her body
respond with a flood of excitement. His
girth was small, not much longer than her middle finger, and almost painfully
hard.
“This IS turning you on, isn’t it?” she whispered. “That’s adorable.”
His penis throbbed once, as if nodding in agreement. “Jenna….”
Shawn’s hands balled into helpless little fists as he shrank.
“I want to touch it.
I want to play with that cute little cock of yours.”
“But….”
“It’ll feel so good sweetie.
Don’t you want that? For me to run
my fingers over it. For you to feel me
getting bigger, and bigger? I want that
so bad, Shawn. It’ll make me happy. To hear you moan, and beg. Beg me to shrink you.”
“Please don’t,” he whimpered, looking around frantically for
an escape. “We can…just wait until I get
the antidote. Then you can—you can….”
“I can’t wait any longer.
I’ve just got to touch you, Shawn.
Right. Now. It’s going to feel so, so good.” Eyes still on the road, she patiently licked
her fingertips, one after the other.
With dreamlike slowness, she reached for him.
“No,” he squealed petulantly. He tried using his hands to shield himself, tried
shying away, turning himself as he shrank.
She fought with him for a moment, pushing his hands away. She could win, easily. But he was making this inconvenient.
She sighed, with genuine regret. “I warned you.” Abruptly, she slapped her palm at the hazard
lights, turned them on. Cars behind
honked as she pulled to the side of the road.
Her perfect lips curled into a gentle smirk. “I warned you what would happen if you made
me pull over.”
“What are you doing?” Shawn cried, in a voice broken with
terror.
“You made me MAD, Shawn.
And so, I’m withdrawing a kindness.
I loaned you that dress as a FAVOR, little man. I want it back.” She unsnapped his safety belt, leaning over
him. As he kicked, and struggled, she
roughly began to pull the garment over his head. He fought her, but at his size, he had
absolutely no chance. As the dress was almost
free, however, he leaned back in a sudden lurching motion, in a way she didn’t
expect. The fabric went taut, and the
sharp sound of ripping filled the air.
Both of them froze. When she
pulled the dress away from his eyes, revealing a face orange in the street
light, she was scowling.
“That was my niece’s FAVORITE dress.”
Shawn said nothing, his breath coming in shaky little gasps.
“How tall do you think you are, Shawn?” she asked, her voice
soft, sickly sweet, but with an unmistakable tone of menace. “I bet you’re hardly three and a half feet
tall anymore. A pretty pathetic height
for a man, wouldn’t you agree? At this point,
if you don’t get that antidote, you’ll be stuck like this. Won’t you?”
She laughed, brushing a stray lock of hair from her eyes. “What do you think would happen if I withdrew
another kindness? Just kicked you out of
the car, right now? Tiny, and naked, and
cold, on this busy street. Miles from
home. You think you’d make it? Or would someone just snatch you up, and
decide to keep you. You’d NEVER get your
antidote then.”
He shivered.
“Shawn. I am
seriously thinking about breaking up with you.”
“No!” A single tear
slipped down his cheek, a beautiful shade of orange. It, too, was small, and pathetic.
“No? And why
shouldn’t I?” She paused, giving him an
animal grin. “You NEED me, don’t you,
Shawn. Say it.”
“I need you, Jenna,” he replied, too fast.
“’Please help me.
Please protect me. Please don’t
break up with me, Jenna.’ Say it.”
“Please help me Jenna.
Please. Please… don’t break up
with me… please….” He gasped, trying not
to let it turn into a sob.
“Spread your legs, Shawn.”
He did. If anything,
he was harder than ever.
“Don’t close your eyes.
If you do, you’ll make me very, very mad, and I will absolutely break up
with you. I want you to watch. Watch ME.
I want you to see how much bigger than you I’m getting, how small and
helpless you are. I want you to remember
how I’m your only hope. The only person
in the world who is protecting you. And most
of all, I want to remember, that this is only possible because it turns you
on. That deep down, you WANT to be
pathetic like this for me.”
Jenna checked her mirrors, signaled her way back into
traffic. She felt his eyes on her, even
with her attention elsewhere, and smiled.
Her hand stroked lovingly down his chest, over his thin little thighs. She ran her palm over his erection, letting
his precum wet her fingers. When she
encircled him, she needed only her two smallest fingers to cover him completely. She squeezed him gently, adoringly.
“Now. I want to hear
your little voice, Shawn. Put on a show
for me. Open that tiny mouth, and tell
me how this makes you feel. Not with
words. No more words you for you. Not until I tell you that you’re allowed to
speak. But. Your voice.”
She stroked him, up and down his length, massaging his tiny
penis with the curl of her fingers, spreading his wetness down his miniature
shaft, around the head of his itty-bitty dick.
At first, when he opened his mouth, only sobs escaped. Sobs, filled with such exquisite hopelessness,
such perfect need. But soon the sound of
his crying mixed with moans, and gasps, and groans of pleasure. The sounds of his ecstasy drove out
everything else. And steadily, they were
rising in pitch.
The miles rolled by, Jenna feeling her hand steadily grow
bigger upon him, feeling his cock dwindle with her touch. It would be easy enough, to make him
cum. No more than a moment’s increase in
intensity, was all it would take. He
wanted her so bad. She brought him
close, several times, before switching her attention to his shoulders, or ears,
or feet, until he had calmed enough to start again.
She couldn’t let herself look directly at him, anymore. Even seeing him shrink from the corner of her
eye…the pleasure of it threatened to overwhelm her. The scent of her was so much stronger
now. Her jeans were damp, uncomfortable,
clinging wetly to her thighs. Her body
felt hot, tight like a bowstring, about to snap. The desire to pull over again throbbed
inside her. To touch him. Use him.
But, blessedly, they were almost home.
His face was stained with tears, his penis a sore and eager
shade of purple, as she put the car in park.
He was small enough that she needed to help him from the car. Jenna used both her hands on his naked little
body, thumbs sinking into his skin as she set him on his feet. She watched him sway unsteadily. He was shorter than her hip, now. His head well beneath the place where she wanted
him most. It was a slight disappointment. She’d been fantasizing about pinning him
against the wall, making him eat her out with that cute, tiny mouth, making him
shrink beneath her as she marked him as her own. He was already too small for that.
Oh well—he could reach.
Could still grasp for her, up on his tip toes. Satisfy her with those needy little
hands.
Yes, the idea of making him grasp was suddenly VERY
appealing.
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