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.”