Taking Yes - Pt. 3

 

Chapter 3 Tags: NSFW, M/f, argument, consensual non-consent, taunting, attempted physical harm, humiliation, inability to breathe, smothering, pain, fight/flight/freeze, aftercare

Taking Yes - Pt. 3

She was almost to his apartment when she felt the first pang.  A gentle shift in pressure like riding a fast elevator, accompanied by a pulse of warmth in her tummy.  Evalyn sighed, and stepped out of her heels.  She made the rest of the walk down his hallway barefoot, and knocked on door 207.

“Really?” she spat, when he answered.  “You’re not even going to say hello first?  You completely ruined the effect of this outfit.”  She held up her arms, demonstrating.  A moment before, the fish netting had framed her chiseled arms in a way she found rather flattering.  Now it hung loose enough that she could easily slip her fingers beneath individual strands.  She did so, glaring at him.

“Seems fine to me,” Will grumbled.  He stepped aside.  Evalyn stormed into his apartment.

“That’s all I get?  After I was literally begging you last night, and you had the gall to turn me down?  Begging is not something I do lightly, I’ll have you know.  And now without even a ‘hello,’ you just decide you’re going to shrink me right out of my clothes?”

He gave her a smirk, taking the four inch heels from her offered hands, setting them on a rack by the door.  “You’re mad that I’m giving you what you want?”

She pointed an accusing finger at him, scowling.  She guessed she was just about two inches shorter than him.  Tall enough she didn’t feel silly, at least.  “Don’t give me that.  Yeah, I’m impatient when I see something I want.  Which, I apologized for, by the way.  So I come here tonight expecting to take things slow, make accommodations for your feelings or whatever, and you just….”  She made a gesture down at her loose-fitting skinny jeans, and stomped her bare foot in frustration.

In an instant Will closed the distance between them, glaring down almost eye to eye with her. “Yeah. I panicked last night.  It wasn’t fair to you.  I’m sorry.  But I thought we agreed on no holding back tonight.  So I.  Was making accommodations.  For you.”  He leaned in, eyes hard, emphasizing his new height advantage.  “Are you really upset I shrank you?”

“No,” she snarled, peering up defiantly. “I like it a lot actually.  I’m trying to antagonize you. I didn’t realize until just now.  It’s probably not healthy behavior.”

Will bared his teeth.  “Thanks for telling me. Because it’s working.  I’m feeling very antagonized.  I’m also looking forward to tonight.”

“Me too.”  She stared back at him ferociously.  “I'm glad we resolved that.”

His expression of frustrated anger slowly melted into a look of malevolence. “No holding back?"

“No holding back.”

The words were hardly out of her mouth before she felt that fluttery sinking heat, and then she was falling into herself.  He pressed forward, slamming his hand against the door behind her, chin nearly touching her forehead as she dwindled.  Suddenly trapped, between her only exit, and the growing man before her.

“Fuck, you’re making this easy.”  He laughed cruelly, and reached for her.

She kneed him in the groin.  Or would have, if she’d been her normal height.  The extra few inches of distance gave him time to get his thigh up to block her.  Then he had her by the shoulders, was spinning her, throwing her bodily against the door so hard it forced a sharp cough of air from her lungs.  She grunted savagely, trying to push herself away, even as she felt the door grind roughly against her cheek, the sliding friction telling her she was still sinking lower, his weight growing against her back with every passing second.

“Red, yellow, green,” he growled, placing his lips intimately close to her ear.

“Green,” she whimpered back, and bashed his nose with the side of her head.

He grunted in pain, his grip on her loosening.  She spun from his grasp, ran the only direction open to her, deeper into his apartment.  His hand flailed at her wildly, fingertips swiping her elbow.  She yanked free, but the added momentum made her trip over her suddenly too-large jeans.  Evalyn fell hard to her knees, trying to scramble back to her feet before she could process the pain, but then he was on her, lifting her off the ground.  She kicked, and she clawed, but he held her away from him, and her efforts found nothing but air.  Second by second she could feel her attempts becoming more and more futile as she shrank.

Will carried her through the unfamiliar apartment, made all the more alien by its impossible scale, a room for people almost twice her size.  There were tealight candles, a bucket of ice chilling a bottle of champagne, two glasses on a coffee table.  She kicked out at the display, trying to knock it over, but he swung her away, flipped her, slammed her bodily onto the cold leather couch.  Evalyn fought with all her might to roll onto her back, to gain purchase, but the hands pressing her down were so strong, and she was still shrinking, not even three feet anymore.  She could still win this, could….

“So you said if I pinned you, it would end badly for me.”

He sat on her.  All his weight pressing down suddenly from her shoulders to her thighs, forcing every last bit of air to explode from her lungs.  She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even cry out.  Her hands were beneath her, where she could engage her arms, but it felt like fifteen hundred pounds of weight.  Too much to resist, too much to endure.  All the strength in her body not enough to move him the tiniest fraction.  All she could do was lay still, and wait for it to be over.

Will relented after a moment, enough for her to half fill her lungs, and pulled one of her hands out, laid it palm down on the couch.  He tapped the back of her wrist twice, then returned all his horrid, crushing weight down upon her.  In the airless dark, Evalyn scowled petulantly.  She tightened her free hand into a fist.  Then, she flattened out her palm.  With a shiver of excitement, she tapped the couch twice.  

Surrendering this round.

At once, Will lifted.

She watched, eyes refusing to focus, as the giant man stood, casually stretching.  He moved slow, ignoring her for the moment.  Evalyn lay still, stars flashing in front of her eyes, struggling to form coherent thoughts.  She doubted she could even rise to her hands and knees, never mind escaping him.  Everything from the top of her shoulders to the middle of her thighs felt as if it had been pressed in a vice.  Her breath came in helpless, ragged little gasps.

“Do you remember your safe word?” he asked.

Weakly, she nodded.

“Out of fight already, huh cutie?”

Evalyn grunted, and managed to push herself up onto her elbows.  She fixed the giant with every last ounce of defiance she could muster.

“Good.”  Will knelt on the floor beside the couch, and glanced over his shoulder at the wall clock.  “It hasn’t even been five minutes.  I was looking forward to toying with you for longer than that.”

“Fuck you,” she coughed.

Will brought his enormous face closer, grinning.  Suddenly boiling over with fury at his stupid expression of triumph, she raised her hand to swipe at him, going for his eyes.  But Will merely pulled out of her reach.  Then spanked her, hard, catching the entirety of her ass along with a good portion of her thigh beneath a single hand.  She yelped, an utterly undignified sound, and collapsed back to the couch.  She listened to the heavy sound of her breathing as she tried to steady herself, felt her body shrinking again as her backside throbbed with agony.  

Shaking, she tried to rise again.

“You know cutie, I’m inclined to let you keep at this.  I can’t remember the last time I’ve enjoyed playing cat and mouse so much.  And you’re just adorable when you’re pathetic like this.”

She let out a strangled cry of rage, felt the welcome surge of adrenaline numbing the pain.  She let the ferocity consume her, aimed a well-practiced strike with all her strength, trying to take him on the bridge of the nose.  Will dodged, and the blow caught him on the jaw instead.  She’d scored similar blows in sparring over the years, and a practiced part of her expected him to tumble back, or wave a hand in submission.

Instead, he smiled wider.  Will reached out, giving her cheek a demeaning little pinch.  “Aw, it was a very nice punch, cutie.  I’ll let you try again in exchange for an inch, okay?”

“I’m… no, I….”  Her words broke off as she felt his power take hold over her again, felt herself getting smaller.  “No, that’s not fair.  Not fair!”

“Then make it stop,” he laughed.  Giant hands grasped her by the thighs, easily pulled her legs apart, though she fought with all her strength to hold them together.  “Oh what a surprise.  You’re soaking wet.  Who could have foreseen?”

“Arousal non-concordance, it’s a thing.  Look it up, asshole!”

A powerful finger pressed against her labia.  Inspecting, probing.  Evalyn grit her teeth, flexing every muscle in her body as she fought down a moan.  “We both know that’s not the explanation.”  The finger curled against her, spreading her open, making her gush against him.  She bit her lip, holding herself to silence as a confusing new rush of chemicals flooded her body.  Then he pressed down on her clit, and it was too much.  Evalyn gasped, her body instantly going limp.  “There.  Thought so.”

Evalyn felt herself being lifted, each of his massive hands stretched from the top of her thighs to the bottoms of her breasts.  Then he was sitting with her, spreading her across his lap, forcing her to look up into his impossibly large eyes.  A distant part of her mind commanded her to fight, but the signal couldn’t get through, shunted away by the sight of something so large and malevolent and insurmountable.  Suddenly, she couldn’t make herself move even the slightest bit.

“But here’s the best part, Evalyn dear.  The only reason you’re so small and helpless right now, is because on some level you want it.  The amount of desire you’re putting out for me, right now?  My God.  I could make you the size of a bug before you draw another breath.  Face it, babe.  You were mine before you even walked through that door.  You’ve lost, Evalyn.”  He shook her.  “You understand?  Hmm?”

She felt a sharp jag of anger, but it was distant, muffled under a mile of cotton.  She was painfully aware of her heartbeat, of the raw ache in her lungs.  Of the terribly obvious scent of her arousal.

Will smiled at her patiently.  Then, with terrifying slowness, he lowered his giant lips, and kissed her on the forehead.  

Evalyn felt herself draw in a long, shuddering breath, the first in what felt like ages.  Her whole body shook uncontrollably, as he helped her flex her limp little arms, giant hands working tension from rigid muscles.  

“Do you want to be smaller, sweetie?” he asked.  His voice resonant, gentle, like distant thunder.

She nodded.  Felt herself beginning to shrink again.  Felt the tears begin to flow, as his finger spread her legs, and slipped inside her.

Her first orgasm came almost at once.  A distant, distant part of her felt embarrassment, but she was his now, and it was his right to receive this tribute, right that her body should pledge itself to him in this ultimate way.  Now that she had lost.  Evalyn opened her mouth, no longer fighting, allowing all the sounds she had suppressed to flow free.  Letting him hear every gasp, and whimper, and howl of ecstasy.  Every admission of defeat.

For his part, Will seemed set upon wringing her dry.  Taking all that she offered, leaving nothing.  When he wished to move her, he moved her.  Shifting her from one shoulder, down to his lap.  Or making her pose for him on hands and knees.  Or driving her face into the pillow as the giant, merciless thumb pounded into her from behind.  It was too much, impossible to bear, yet he never relented in the slightest, and she never urged him to do less than he desired.  Sometimes she felt herself shrinking around his finger.  Sometimes she looked up through a delirium haze to see his face, the colors too vibrant, the size of him impossible to fathom.  And always, he was smiling.

She lay shaking for a long time after it was over. Her head resting in the crook of his elbow, her feet not quite stretched to his wrist. Will pulled a blanket up to her throat.  She let herself float with him, a soft smile on her face as she luxuriated in the flood of afterglow, smaller to him now than any teddy bear she had ever owned.  He knew better than to try and engage her in conversation. Words were hard, and could never encompass what she was feeling.

After a time she felt him moving beneath her. The sheer power in an act as simple as standing to his feet was staggering. He held her to his shoulder, and she clutched weakly to his shirt, sinking both hands greedily into the soft fabric. He was still fully dressed, she realized with a frown. It hardly seemed fair.

In the kitchen, he produced a familiar-looking cellophane package, tore it open one-handed as he held her to his chest. The cookie he passed to her took both hands to support, and seemed to be nearly a foot across.  The largest Peanut Butter Oreo she had ever seen. Evalyn gave him a coy look of appreciation, and licked it from end to end. Letting her saliva soften the giant cookie enough that she could attack it with a series of tiny nibbles. Will watched this process, smiling at her benevolently.

They watched a documentary together. Something about arctic sea creatures, she supposed, but it was all background noise as he pet her. She eventually made him take the cookie away before she made herself sick, offering it up to him wordlessly.  Then she dozed for awhile.  When she woke the credits were rolling, and she was bigger.  Perhaps two feet tall, where before she’d been half that.  Head upon his shoulder, she reached almost to his wrist.

“How long does it take to wear off?” she asked timidly.

Again, that benevolent smile. “That’s entirely up to you. I can help you down, but I can’t make you come back up.  It’s okay.  You don’t have to win this.  I won’t think less of you if you want to go back to normal, and you can stay as long as you want.”

She considered this. Then laughed lightly, and snuggled down into the warmth of his armpit. “I’ll need to go home eventually.  I have to feed my cats. ”

“Decide you want that. You’ll grow.”

Another episode started, this one about ocean birds. 

“Will, can I ask you something?”

He paused the recording. “Sure, what’s up?”

“What do you get out of all this?”

He laughed. His expression reminded her of the way angels were depicted in Renaissance frescos. Patient, understanding.  Almost inhuman. “I had fun. Don’t worry about me.”

“You didn’t even get to take off your pants, though.”

Was that a hint of a blush she saw? “It’s okay, really. You’ve had a rough night. I’ll take care of it later.”

Evalyn frowned. She felt a familiar sort of fire beginning to kindle, recognized it for what it was.  Slowly, her brows narrowed, her lips turned up in a smirk.  “No.”

“No what?”

Carefully, she pulled herself from his arms. She stood, bracing her two foot form with her ankle against his belt buckle, her other foot on his chest.  She crossed her arms indignantly. “After your little performance with me, I’ll be damned if I’m not going to return the favor. I hope I don’t have to explain that ‘submissive’ does not mean ‘without agency?’  It also doesn’t mean, ‘the only person who gets to experience pleasure.’  You deserve more than a sad little jerk-off session after I leave, and I am both able and willing to give it to you.  And furthermore, I want it known that I will remain utterly capable of being a full participant in any activities between us, no matter how small I get.  Any implications to the contrary will be dealt with most harshly.  Do I make myself clear?”

Will shifted uncomfortably.  “Do you really need to keep antagonizing me?”

“This isn’t antagonism.  It’s advocacy.”  She glared at him.  “Now are you going to take yes for an answer, or do I have to come up there?”

She pointed toward the coffee table, indicating where he should place her.  

He blushed.  And lifted her.