Tags: NSFW, shrinking woman, breast expansion, hip expansion, dub-con, non-con, vocal control, exhibitionism, humiliation, objectification, pet play, BDSM elements, holy shit I wrote this what got into me??
Emily's Toy - Pt. 3
She stared stupidly at Luisa. Emily was certain the woman had been much, much shorter when they'd first met. Even a moment before, Emily had been taller - even if it was just a bit. Now she found herself looking up. The beautiful Latina woman, who professed herself to be no more than 5’1”, was practically statuesque.
“Something isn’t right.” Emily looked from one of her companions to the other, as the vibrator continued to jack hammer away inside her. And wasn't that sensation getting stronger? As if the Aphrodite 2001 itself were growing?
“It’s a good thing we came over when we did,” Henry remarked, as Emily sank down into her clothes. “Tiny things like her need someone to keep an eye out. Her husband should never have let her wander off by herself in the first place. You never know when someone nasty might come along and, mm, snatch her up.”
Luisa elbowed him in the ribs, but she was grinning. “Yes, I’m sure you’re thinking of protecting her honor, papí. You’re a real white knight.” The growing woman leaned in, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “You know,” she breathed. “Women who are smaller than me are hard to find. Never mind ones that are so cute. And you? You aren’t just shorter, are you? You're tiny. And it make me feel absolutely huge. If you weren’t spoken for, I’d snap you up in an instant.”
“I… I….” Emily swallowed, her entire body shaking, not knowing what to say. She felt her cheeks growing hot, as her panties slipped a few inches down her dwindling thighs, before catching again. She found herself hyper focused on Luisa’s scent, as the woman leaned in close. Her panicking mind finding the smallest thing of which it could make sense. The woman smelled so good. A heady musk, unique, and barely concealed beneath a layer of expensive perfume.
“Honestly, you’re almost too good to be true. Though if I’m being honest, you’re a bit too skinny for my tastes. I'm sure your husband likes you just the way you are, of course. But, well. Not to be rude. You ever hear the term ‘short-stack?’” The dark-skinned Amazon laughed.
Henry gave a long suffering sigh. “You see what I live with? It’s a double standard. If I were to be so direct with an attractive stranger, she would make me sleep on the couch for a week.”
“It’s because you’re not good at it, papí.”
“Let me get some practice then!”
Emily’s breath was coming hard and fast. She didn’t know whether to run, cry for help, or grab hold of the two giants and beg them to fuck her senseless right here in the drawing room. She could hardly remember being more turned on in her life. It was the vibrator, of course. But no, that was too simple. The arousal felt external, not her own. As though it was being forced upon her, a steady weight pressing her down. And worse, the longer the Aphrodite buzzed inside her, the stronger that excitement was growing - and the smaller she was shrinking!
She tried to focus, tried to understand it. In the last few moments, something had shifted. The sensation of shrinking was different, now. Before it had felt pleasantly cold, like a breeze across freshly oiled skin. Now there was a growing heat. Centered in her chest, and around her hips. That part of her wasn’t shrinking at all. No, it felt… rather like….
Daring to look away from the growing couple, she glanced down at herself - and gasped.
“My boobs!” Emily cried, her voice was loud enough to carry. She heard it echo back to her in the suddenly silent room.
All conversation stopped. Every single person in the room turned toward her. Chairs scraped, crystal clinked. Fifteen sets of eyes, every one of them scandalized, judgmental. All these well-dressed strangers, staring at the tiny, disheveled little woman, in clothes that no longer fit her at all.
Luisa cleared her throat. “Why yes,” she said. “I just said your breasts were nice. Very full on a figure so small. Wasn’t that compliment enough?" She spoke a bit louder, trying to move past the awkward moment. "Oh I see. You're the type to go fishing for compliments. Does someone get off on the attention, hm?”
Emily want to respond, but no longer trusted herself to even part her lips. She shook her head, blushing furiously, and pointed to her still-growing breasts. The party slowly resumed around her, as felt felt her hips expanding, her body shrinking smaller. In seconds, her perfect yet smallish breasts had swelled enough to support her B-cup bra, despite the fact that rest of her was nearly two feet shorter than when she’d put the outfit on. Briefly, her dress even fit again. Secure around the shoulders and waist, though big around the tummy, and quite a bit longer than she liked. Then the dress grew tighter. Her panties digging in between her ass cheeks, squeezing intrusively against her vulva.
People were looking her way again. Not, she sensed, because she'd committed any faux paus. Some of them leeringly openly. And not a single one seemed embarrassed to be caught staring.
Then, like magic, the vibrator stopped. Emily took in a full, deep breath for what felt like the first time in minutes. Her head was spinning, her body ringing like a struck bell. But at least she could think again.
“You saw all that?” she asked her companions. She looked imploringly up at Luisa and Henry, both of whom utterly dwarfed her now. “That... the way I changed. I’m. I’m different now!”
The couple exchanged a look. Henry finally shrugged, and smiled. “Yes, you did a very good job finishing your drink! We’re proud of you. I really didn’t think a tiny thing like you could do it. I suppose that means you're different, doesn't it? But, ah, maybe you should slow down, no? You got a little loud earlier. And you’re showing off for everyone.”
Emily looked down, and instantly scrambled to cover herself. Her chest had grown massive enough to utterly overflow her low-cut gown. The garment simply wasn’t made for someone with such impressive assets, and her breasts were lewdly spilling out the top. Two hard little nipples were visible outlined in tight fabric, and the tiniest peak of pink areolae could be seen around the hem. She tried to adjust it, found that it simply fell back in an even more compromising position. She struggled, grasping it with both hands, terribly aware that at her new height, anyone who walked by could easily look down the humiliating line of her cleavage.
Her mind turned over slowly, a single idea dawning over the haze of panic. The vibrator. It had to be the vibrator. As crazy as it seemed, every time it turned on, it was changing her. And the changes weren't random either. Henry wanted her shorter. Luisa wanted her shorter, and curvy. That was it. Their fantasies of her... the vibrator was making them real.
She had to get out of here. Away from them, find a place where she could take this stupid, expensive toy out. Reverse it, get back to normal. Or at least stop getting smaller. Now. She had to do it now. Alex could turn it back on at any minute, she had to....
“Hey now, easy chica.” Luisa laughed, catching Emily by the shoulder as she tried to flee toward the bathroom. Her hand was gentle, yet it was strong, irresistible. “We can’t let our little friend go running off by herself. Not after you finished that big scary drink. Don’t worry cutie. We’ll keep you safe. Maybe we can even have some fun until your husband shows up. You said his name was Alex, yes?”
“Did someone call me?” The voice was familiar, and so welcome. Alex. Thank God. He sounded so much more powerful and commanding than she remembered. Instantly, she felt safe. Alex was here, he’d save her.
She turned, to see her giant husband striding toward her. His hand was still in the pocket with the remote control. He looked annoyed.
“Alex! Please, you’ve got to get me out of here. Something weird is happening!” She tried to rush over to him, nearly tripped on her oversized dress. The garment spread out like a nuptial train around her four foot body.
“Quite down Emily. Now, come here.” He opened his arms. His wide, powerful arms.
She limped and hoped forward, tripped, crashed into him. Wrapped her arms around his massive waist, lett herself be lost in his immensity, his safety. She whimpered, and shook, and it was all okay. She was with her man. He would fix this. She let her entire body go slack, all the strength gone from her. His hands stroked her tenderly. His body so warm, and close, and powerful at this size. His touch, it felt so good.
He would fix this. Yes. But maybe he didn't have to fix it right away. If he took her home first….
“There there. You’re okay now sweetie. But remember, we’ve talked about this. You’re not supposed to raise your voice at parties. We don’t want you embarrassing yourself, do we?” His tone was affectionate, yet incredibly condescending. As if he was talking to someone cute, but irrational.
Emily suppressed a sudden surge of anger. She pulled away from him, far enough to look him in the eye, make him pay attention. “Alex, no! Look at me. Really look at me! Don’t you see? I’m so small... and my butt, my BOOBS!” She gestured at herself wildly. “You don’t see anything wrong with this? Don't you remember?"
“I know. I keep telling you that dress is a terrible fit.” He turned his attention to Luisa and Henry. “You must think I’m a monster, letting her go out like that. It’s just so hard to get her to put on clothes for parties. She has a bad habit of stripping out of anything more constraining. It’s all I can do to keep her from ripping off her clothes and throwing herself at the first attractive person she meets.” Alex sighed, shaking his head. Then brightened, and offered his hand. “Oh, hi by the way! Thanks for watching out for her. I’m Alex, her caretaker.”
“Caretaker?” Emily’s mouth hung open with inarticulate rage. She stomped her foot, sending a tsunami of ripples through her over-large chest. “Husband. You’re my HUSBAND!”
“Quiet sweetie,” he said, patiently. “This will make it better.” Alex groped around in his pocket, and Emily yelped as the vibrator roared back to life. She screamed in mingled pleasure and despair, holding onto herself as if she could stop the shrinking, prevent her breasts from swelling even larger. Then, to her utter humiliation, Alex pulled the remote from his pocket, and dangled it up where her new friends could see.
“I make her wear a little vibrator when we come to parties like this. I swear, I don’t know how I would manage without it. This thing is a godsend. It quiets her right down when she starts to misbehave.”
She tried to scream, beg him to turn it off. But the moan that came out was soft, her throat too tight to make the sound travel. And as she howled for his attention, even that faded. Until her ability to make her voice heard at all was completely gone.
"See? What'd I say. Quiets her right now."
“Now, that is such a good idea!” Henry laughed, draping his arm around Luisa. “Tell me, where can I get one of those? I can think of a few uses.”
Luisa elbowed him playfully. “Sure. If we get one, I know right how I’ll stick it in you. No lube or anything.”
Emily felt her whole body rocking in time with the motions of the toy. She waved up at Alex, then pounded her dwindling fasts against his stomach. Trying to get his attention, make him stop shrinking her in front of all these people. He ignored her, resolute, and went on with his conversation.
It occurred to her then. 'To quiet her down when she misbehaves.' That's how Alex had explained the purpose of the vibrator. And true enough, Emily had lost the ability to make a sound. But worse than that. The toy had stolen her voice, because that was Alex’s fantasy. He wanted her to behave, to be silent. To not embarrass him. That was as true now, as it had been when he first purchased the toy.
She sank to her knees, utterly defeated. She realized she was still shrinking, that the overpoweringly alien arousal had only continued to grow, that her chest and ass were still swelling bigger. Three fantasies mingling upon her at once.
And, she stopped fighting.
Hands moving of their own volition, she gasped, and moaned in silence. The giants watching her. Curious, half amused, as she began to touch herself.
“Here,” Alex remarked. “Let me show you how it works.” He gestured with the remote control, explaining its functions. A crowd began to gather. Emily could only watch, and writhe, and shrink, as she felt the toy work through all its modes inside her. Sometimes pulsing quick. Then low, rhythmic throbs, that forced her hips to thrust toward the sky. Then vibrating so quickly she could hardly pick out the sensation among the background of pleasure. No matter the setting, the result was the same. She shrank, unable to even find the relief of screaming out in pleasure.
“Do you mind if I try?” Luisa asked. She took the remote from Alex’s offered hand, as the crowd circled to watch. The center of attention, as the giant woman’s fingers danced over the controls, pressing down on buttons with exquisite, mercenary precision. Emily rolled and kicked on the floor, hands clawing frantically at her rapidly expanding chest, her soft, billowing ass.
The crowd ooo’d, and made gentle noises of appreciation.
“My turn, okay? Hey. Hey, my turn!” Henry poked his wife several times, before she sighed, and reluctantly gave up the remote. He considered the controls. Then immediately turned the Aphrodite to its highest setting. Her lips parted, hands pulling at her hair, tangling in her dress as as tried to reach beneath. Shrinking so fast, God, going to cum, how small would that make her? She had to pull it out, had to make it stop! But Henry pressed another button, and she felt herself back away from the point of no return. He selected another setting, then another, picking seemingly at random.
“Okay, I think I’ve finally got it.”
The setting was a barely pleasant buzzing that traveled through her whole body, making her shake and twitch. Yet now she was so turned on it hardly mattered. Her hands moved weakly, their objective forgotten.
The crowd watched eagerly.
And Emily made the decision. She clenched. And pushed herself deliberately into an orgasm.
The crowd clapped. Henry smiled. The praise filled her, made her feel light. As artificial an emotion as the arousal. And just as impossible to dismiss.
“My, you know that’s the darnedest thing I’ve ever seen,” Mr. Dabrowski remarked. “I’ll say Alex, you sure know how to train a mini-girl, I’ll give you that!”
Far, far above, Alex beamed. “Why thank you, sir.”
“You know, maybe you could give me some pointers. My own little toy isn't nearly so behaved. Down-right ornary, if you want to know the truth. Been ages since I could get her to cum on command." He smirked in a grandfatherly sort of way. “Maybe I’ll give you some pointers on the back nine, while we’re at it.”
Alex practically glowed. It was the happiest she’d ever seen him. He glanced down at her, as if just remembering she was there. “Oh, hey Henry there old boy. Let me just take back that remote. You have to turn it off when you’re done, you’ll drain the batteries!”
The horrible vibration finally stopped. The show over, the crowd dispersed. Emily lay, panting. Unmoving. Crushed by afterglow, and despair.
“You know,” Alex remarked to Luisa and Henry, “My little Emily really seems to like you. She gets fond with strangers, don’t get me wrong. But she was practically throwing herself at you earlier.”
“Well, we like her too,” Luisa purred, arms folded across her chest as she stared down from on high. She nudged Emily playfully with her foot. The half-sized woman rolled to her side, letting the tongue loll uselessly from her mouth.
“I um, don’t suppose you’d let us borrow her for the night?” Henry asked. His voice was soft, as if expecting a scandal.
Luisa slapped his shoulder, hard. “Idiot! What a thing to ask. Of course he’s not going to let us borrow her.”
“Well, actually....” Alex scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “She can be a bit of a handful. I’d honestly like to get away from her for once. She’s really needy. High-maintenance. Irrational. Kind of a vacuum for attention. Don’t get me wrong!” he added quickly. “She's great. But I’d really like some time to myself. Get a round or two in tomorrow, so I can impress old Dabroski."
Henry laughed nervously. But Luisa smiled. “Oh, I’m sure we can find a way to accomodate each other. And I'm sure we'll get along just fine with your little Emily. She's trouble. As a matter of fact, I like trouble.”
The giantess reached down for her. Without any seeming effort, she scooped Emily into her arms. Her owner… no, caretaker... no, husband... the big man that fed her. He was there, looking sternly into her eyes. “You promise to be good for Henry and Luisa, hear?”
Something in her stiffened. Emily swallowed, and with all her will, managed to speak. It wasn’t even a whisper, yet it took everything she had to force it past her lips.
“Alex, please. Don’t do this. Please take me home. Make me normal. Don’t do this. Don’t do this....”
“You see what I mean?” He shook his head. Then his thumb pressed deliberately down on the big red button in the center of the remote.
The vibrator was so big now. Almost filling her. So powerful. Yet this time, as she spasmed in Luisa’s arms, she didn’t feel herself shrinking. Nothing about her changed. Instead, her laughably oversized dress began to vanish around her, like wisps of fog on a warm summer morning. In their place, there condensed a thick leather strap, with a long knotted cord attached.
She felt the collar close, tightly, around her neck.
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