Emily's Toy - Finale

 

Chapter Tags: NSFW, giantess, SW, SM, f/m/F, mild painful sex, objectification, bimbofication, hypnosis, unrealistic renovation

Emily's Toy - Finale

Luisa stripped for Henry.  She did this slowly, almost ritualistically.  Emily, tiny and helpless on the bed, had a front row view of the whole process.  The way she slowly lifted her sheer, lacy gown past her hips.  The careful way she raised it over her head, before folding the garment into a neat little square.  The way she teased her fingertips through the fabric of her red, silken panties.  Henry watched her, arms crossed impatiently, saying nothing.  His wife had definitely grown a few inches while playing with Emily, and she seemed a bit more voluptous as well.  But if it had changed their relationship, it was too subtle to detect.  

The two had become absolutely massive, compared to her now.  If she were standing on the floor, she guessed that Luisa’s knee would be roughly at the level of her chest.  And Henry still towered over Luisa, well over a head taller.  

Abruptly, Henry lost patience with Luisa's slow strip tease.  He grabbed her by the shoulders, spun her, her to his chest, began to tug at her bra.  The woman looked started, but pleased.  She held still while her husband stripped off her remaining clothes, and let out a happy little gasp as he pushed her face-down on the bed.  

“See to that,” Henry growled, pointing at Emily.  “I’m going to see to this.”  His giant hand began to work its way up Luisa’s thigh.

The woman let out a happy sigh, luxuriating in his touch for a moment.  Then crawled on her elbows toward the tiny woman.  She pushed Emily backward along the bed, sliding her along until her back pressed against the headboard.  “Spread your legs for me cutie,” she whispered.  “Hold very still.  I don’t want to hurt you.”

The bed lurched, as Henry climbed up to join them.  He reached between Luisa’s thighs, giving her a perfunctory stroke.  Then nodded, seeming to be satisfied.  “Lift,” he remarked, giving the giantess a gentle slap across the ass.

Luisa’s face filled Emily’s vision, as the giant woman grinned.  And obeyed.  A moment later, Luisa's eyebrows narrowed in a mixture of ecstasy and pain.  “Aye, slow down papí!  You’re too big, let me get ready!”

“Shut up,” Henry huffed.  The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room.  “You have a  job.”

Sweat began to pour down Luisa’s face, as she turned her attention back to the tiny Emily.  She whimpered, and groaned, as her enormous fingertips went to work on the smaller woman.  Helping her spread open, tentatively searching inside for the vibrator.  Emily held her breath, trying not to move, praying Luisa wouldn't get distracted and slip.  The scent of sex grew stronger.  She felt her body responding to it, as Luisa’s careful fingers searched for the vibrator.  

The woman was groaning with pleasure now, hair sticking wetly to her forehead.  And still, she was precise in her movements.  At last the tiny woman felt something catch inside her, as the giantess took hold of the vibrator.  Emily braced herself.

Luisa began to pull.  The toy slowly began to inch its way out of her, a millimeter at a time.

The first indication she had that something was different, was a shift in the tone of Luisa’s voice.  No longer high, frantic, on the edge of pain.  She settled down into a calmer, more controlled cadence.  Her voice grew softer, as the toy began to crown its way from Emily’s vagina.  Yet the voice sounded deeper, more powerful.  Emily blinked, trying to focus her eyes.  

Luisa was growing again.

Henry was pounding into his wife harder than ever.  But the more the toy came free, the less concerned Luisa seemed about him.  Her body swelled bigger.  Her legs stretched out along the mattress, slipping over the edge of the bed.  Henry still gripped her, still held her, but with every passing second he seemed to struggle more and more with the growing woman before him.  And both giant and giantess seemed utterly oblivious to the changes that were occurring.

There was a little flare of pain, then a sense of hollow relief.  And then Luisa was holding the toy, looking at it curiously.  “There now sweetie,” she whispered, her voice  comforting and gentle.  “Isn’t that better?”

Emily nodded timidly.  With that infernal vibrator free from her body, she waited for something to change.  For her body to return to normal, for reality to reassert itself.

Luisa grinned at her proudly.  She bent, and gave Emily a soft little kiss just beneath her navel.  Less overtly sexual in this moment – more an expression of pride.  Then the giantess slowly closed her eyes, leaning more of her body back against her husband.  Allowing herself to luxuriate in the sensation of being fucked.  

It was only then that Emily noticed.  With the vibrator still in her hand, Luisa continued to slowly grow.

“Harder please, papí.”

Henry nodded, taking the growing woman by the hips, thrusting himself against her.  His face screwed up with exertion.  Yet Luisa seemed unimpressed with his efforts.  She rolled her eyes, then looked mildly scandalized when she realized Emily had seen this.  The giantess grinned, as if asking that they keep it their little secret.  By now, she was only a few inches shorter than her husband.

Luisa sighed.  “We’ve been such rude hosts, haven’t we papí?" she drawled.  "Making the poor micro-girl perform for us.  Don’t you think we should return the favor?”

“Um.”  Henry took a deep breath, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his arm.  

“I think so too.  Would you like that, cutie?”

Emily nodded.  Yet even as her body forced the automatic reply from her, an idea occured.  Holding the vibrator had made each of her companions grow in turn.  What if Emily took it back for herself.  Yes, that had to be the key.  The two had stolen so much of her size, but there had to be some left.  Even a little.  There had to be!

Hands shaking, Emily reached out for the toy.  Imploring Luisa to give it to her.  “Please,” she whispered.

Luisa looked at the toy in her hand.  Such a small thing it looked, sitting in her growing palm.  “What’s that?”  She smiled kindly.  “You'd like me to give it back?  Well, how could I say no to someone so cute?”

Emily gestured frantically.  Please.  Please!

Smiling benevolently, Luisa prepared to give her what she wanted.  Until, with the toy only an inch away, the growing woman paused.  "What am I thinking?   You'll need a little lubrication first."  

With a soft smile, the woman slipped the toy into her own mouth.  She began to suckle.  

Her eyes shot open in surprise.

In an instant, she matched her husband in size.  Then her body only continued to swell, growing in every possible proportion, as the man behind her became ever more desperate to try and please a woman well outside his league.  Reality shifted, and the bed changed beneath them.  Growing into a king-size.  Even the comforter altered itself, from a dull, drab brown, into a soft silky red the same color as Luisa's dress earlier in the evening.  

And still she grew, and grew.

Luisa stared down at Emily in wonder.  At long last, she pulled the vibrator from between her lips.  Henry still slammed into her, grunting with the effort, but the woman hardly seemed to notice.  She looked at the little plastic toy in her hand, then at Emily.  A look of understanding on her massive face.

“Are you close, mamí?” Henry gasped.

Luisa glanced up, surprised.  Slowly, the seven foot woman grinned.  “Not yet.  Keep going.”

Henry nodded.  

She turned her attention back to the tiny girl before her.  The giantess seemed to consider her options.

Emily whimpered, as Luisa slowly lifted the vibrator back to her lips, and gave it a long, hard suck.

Again she began to grow, faster than before, moaning as the sensation overtook her.  Henry seemed to take encouragement from this, redoubling his efforts, even as he seemed near to exhaustion.  But Luisa paid him no attention at all.  Her eyes remained fixed on Emily, as she suckled, and grew.  Absorping the last of Emily’s size.

The ceilings rose higher.  The doorways were replaced with opulent arches.  Wedding pictures on the wall disappeared.  Vases of fresh-cut flowers popped into existence on the bedside table.  And still Luisa grew.

It stopped, very suddenly, when Luisa reached a size Emily guessed was just beneath nine feet tall.  The woman arched her back, stretching like a cat.  Exploring the way her new body felt, in its immensity, in its power.

“I can’t last much longer, mistress,” Henry whimpered.  “May I please cum?”

“No,” Luisa snapped at once.  “Get down.”

Her husband – if he even was still such a thing – nearly tripped over himself in obeying her.  He stood on the floor, hands clasped behind her back, eyes downcast.  Sweat poured down his red face.  “Did I please you?” he asked, voice shaking.

The giantess gave Emily a knowing smirk, as if sharing a private joke.  “You’ve pleased me.”

The man looked immensely relieved.  “Then may I please cum?”

She ignored him.  Luisa stood to her feet experimentally, ducking at first as though worried about bumping her head.  She began to walk slowly around the bedchamber.  Exploring.  

The room seemed more a place of worship, rather than a room for sleeping.  The ceilings stretched high overhead, vaulted in cathedral fashion.  Emily guessed they were at least fifteen feet above, with heavy wooden beams supporting them.  Along the walls, candles flickered in beautiful iron sconces.

Luisa surveyed her surroundings, looking pleased.  “Tell me,” she drawled to Henry.  “Do you worship me?”

He looked startled by the question.  “Um… is… is that what you want tonight?”

She waved her hand at the question dismissively.  “Ah well.  It would be nice to be worshipped.  But I suppose this will have to do.  Never mind.  You are still my husband, I take it.  It’s rhetorical stupid, don’t answer.”

Henry was starting to look frightened, but immediately snapped his mouth shut at the command.

“And you want to cum, huh?”

Henry nodded frantically.

“But I’m a little out of your league now, wouldn’t you say?”  The giantess laughed, and bent to playfully muss his hair.  

The smaller man looked offended – he was still an impressive specimen of masculinity, especially from where Emily was sitting.  But it seemed her didn’t dare talk back to his wife.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” she giggled.  Luisa ran her giant hand affectionately down the center of his chest.  Then pointed to Emily.  “I bet you’d really like a woman who was smaller than you, huh?” she teased.  “One who wouldn’t talk back?  That's always what you've wanted, no?”

He started to answer, then thought better of it.  Aware enough not to step into the matrimonial trap Luisa had set.  Yet the way his flagging cock immediately grew rock hard again at the idea of someone smaller, was answer enough.

“Then," Luisa sighed.  "You can have her.  My gift to my little man.  As long as you’re good to her.  I can tell she wants it.  She’s wanted it all evening.  Since before Alex even put that toy in her.  Am I right, Emily?”

She started to answer.  But by then, Henry was already on her.  His body was musky from his exertions, his own scent mingled with Luisa’s.  He grasped her little two-foot form, pulled her down the bed toward him.  His eyes were crazed, his fingers rough and powerful.

“Please, please….”  She repeated the word in a mantra, not knowing whether her desire for him was her own or a product of this reality, and far past caring.  Emily spread her legs for him, thrust her tiny hips eagerly, ran her tiny hands over her massive breasts.  Anything she could do to entice him, draw him close.  

He pawed at her, clumsy, almost feral in his eagerness.  He pressed the head of his massive cock against her vulva.  As long as her forearm, bigger around than her fist.  He ground against her, and it hurt, but the pain was acceptable, downright delicious.  He bore down tried to thrust, but the head of his cock merely slipped along the lips of her pussy.  She moaned in her tiny voice as he tried again, and again.  Not resisting, letting him rub his heavy shaft all along her lips, teasing at the glowing hot button of her clit.  Yet as good as it felt, she could see Henry grow more frustrated with each failed attempt to penetrate her.

“Hold still,” he growled, pinning her to the bed with both hands.  "Hold still, damn it."  Henry jammed the head of his dick against her, eyes scrunching as he tried to enter her from above.  She tried, tried so hard for him, but with each attempt a tiny yelp of pain escaped her lips.  As bad as she wanted him, this was simply impossible.

He kept trying, seemingly oblivious to her plight, focused only on his need.  Throwing her around into different positions.  On her back, on her stomach.  Grasping her ankles like wishbones, or wrapping both hands tight about her waist.  She screamed encouragement, urged him on.  But now she was growing scared.  Of what the sexually frustrated man might do to her in his attempts to jam his titanic girth inside her.

But then, Luisa was there.  “Would you like some help, dear?” she teased.

Looking faintly ashamed, Henry nodded.

She grinned at him.  Luisa patiently took his hand, and lead him to the center of the room.  “I have an idea for you.  Stand right there,” she told him.  To Emily she added, “Now I want you to watch this, sweetie.  Maybe you’ll be able to use this later."

Luisa opened her hand, revealing the tiny vibrator.  With long, delicate fingers, she worked the remote, turned in on.  As it hummed to life, very gently, she began to run it up and down the length of his cock.

Henry gasped.  He clutched his giantess wife with both arms for support.  And began to shrink.

“That’s it papí.  We have to make sure you’re all nice and ready.  We know how eager you are, for your big day.  Finally, someone just the right size for you to fuck, isn’t that right?”

The shrinking man nodded, oblivious to what he was losing.  He passed his old height of five seven, and continued to dwindle.

“But you have to take it slow.  Even a little guy like you is still very big for her.  I wouldn’t want you breaking one of my toys.  You understand?  You won’t hurt her, will you sweetie?  You'd never hurt her.”

“No mistress!” he yelped.

“Mistress.  Yes.” Luisa looked pleased with that.  She paused for a moment, to suck thoughtfully on the tip of the vibrator.  Her body grew again, inching upward in beautiful splendor.  Her skin taking on a radiant glow, her arms and thighs and tummy gaining just a hint of glorious muscle tone.  After a few seconds it stopped.  When she returned the vibrator to Henry, she had to drop to her knees to reach him.

“Because you know I take very good care of all my toys.  Each of you is safe with me.  Whether it’s a big toy like you, or a tiny one like her.  I want you both to have fun.  Remember that.  Look at her, my toy.  See how eager she is for you?  Don’t you want to please her, to reward her for being so patient?”

“Yes mistress!”  Henry’s voice cracked, as he dwindled beneath four feet tall.

“Good boy.”  She took another moment to place the vibrator in her mouth.  Ten feet.  Eleven feet tall.  Her hair long, immaculate, and flowing.  The room growing even more grand, to match her glory.

“You’re almost ready,” she whispered intimate into his hear, as he thrust helplessly against the vibrator.  “I picked you tonight, because I want you to please her.  Of all my toys, you’re the most caring, the most patient.  I know you put my pleasure above all else.  Always.  And I know that’s what you’re going to do for her.  Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, goddess!”

At last, Luisa looked satisfied.  She gave the three foot tall man a slap on his ass.  And pointed him toward Emily.

It took him a long time to close the distance.  To scale the side of the gigantic bed.  It reminded Emily of Rapunzel.  A prince, climbing the tower, to rescue her.  At last his body crest the side of the bed.  He was an enormous, towering hulk.  Seeing him shrink so much beside their goddess, she’d almost forgotten how tiny she, herself was.  Her head wouldn't even reach the center of this chest.  

Yet at this size, he was far more manageable.  

She opened her legs, running a fingertip along the rim of her sex.  And beckoned to him.

Henry had changed.  True to Luisa's word, he was gentle.  Focused only on her pleasure.  His hands strong but tender.  His lips soft against hers.  She moaned, and melted.  He lifted her into his lap, hugging her to him.  Kissing her on the mouth, and the neck, on the tops of her breasts.  Whenever she moved, he responded.  Hands stroking, and exploring her.  Helping the tiny woman open herself to him.

Elbows on the edge of the bed, Luisa watched.  Her face full of adoration.  One hand between her divine thighs.

Emily clasped her legs around him, using her thighs to help guide him to the place she wanted him most.  Her breasts were large enough to push him away, as he pressed his chest to hers.  But when she squeezed himself closer, it felt amazing.  

The head of his dick slipped along her inner thigh.  And she winced as he tensed against him.  Still big, so big.

Emily heard the deep bass thrum of the vibrator.  And just for a moment, their goddess touched it against the giant man who held her.  He shrank, in the tiniest increment.

Emily looked up at the giantess gratefully.  And then, all else was lost, as he was inside her.

She came almost at once, grasping and clawing against his muscular body, feeling her inner muscles clench and pulse, her juices running down to soak his lap.  He held her motionless, until the first release had passed, then patiently began to thrust inside her again.

He worked her this way, to the edge, and over, again and again.  Emily lost herself in the sea of sensation, in finally doing that which her body was meant to do.  The vibrator roared to life, and she felt the vaguest sense of irritation as her lover dwindled beneath her.  But it was relieved a moment later, when the toy rumbled against her breasts, sparking hot fire against the barest edge of her nipple and she felt herself shrink as well.

“You two were made for each other, weren’t you?" their Goddess whispered.  Watching in wonder, as she slowly shrank each of them in turn.  Making her small enough that Henry filled her to overflowing.  Shrinking him, until she tasted a moment of relief.  "It’s serendipity.  It’s magic.  To be perfect for each other.”  Goddess grinned, running her tongue along the length of the vibrator.

Emily came again.

"Someone big, who will make all the decisions for you, and see to nothing but your pleasure.  Someone small, who will let you worship and control them.  Yes.  Perfect for each other.  Perfect."

Goddess pressed the vibrator to Emily again, in the moment just before Henry came.  She shrank wonderfully, beautifully smaller, all through his orgasm.  As he filled her completely.  By the time it was finished, Henry towered over her again.  He was the perfect size to hold her in the afterglow.

Goddess was benevolent, as she stroked both of them.  Two micro-toys were never so blessed.  Only a few inches tall.  And owned by the most powerful, and beautiful woman in the world.

She kissed each of them in turn, her lips soft and gentle, despite being longer than the length of both their bodies combined.  And then, she did something incredibly strange.

Goddess set the vibrator on the edge of the bed, the remote beside it.  She fixed Emily with a gaze, almost as if the toy was her equal.

“If you want to put this right,” she whispered.  “There's enough left that you should be able to get off the bed at least.  Later, you can have some of this back.”  Goddess touched her hand to the center of her magnificient chest, her expression faintly guilty.  "I think you and I could have a lot of fun later.  It wouldn't be hard, I think.  To find more worshipers to come to my cathedral.  Maybe just an inch or two from each.  In exchange for their devoation.  We could share, of course.  Perhaps this is just the beginning for us."

Slowly, the titaness began to stand.  "Think about it.  For now... I have got to see what my bathroom looks like."

The micro girl pondered the bizarre interaction, as Goddess went to clean herself.  Henry, her lover, the one for whom she was made, held her as he dozed.  Try as she might, she couldn’t work out what Goddess had meant.  The ideas were simply beyond her.  Too big for someone like her.  

She smiled.  And drifted into the blissful sleep of the ignorant.