Emily's Toy - Pt. 4

Tags: M/F/f, male growth, NSFW, dubcon, objectification, voyeurism, crying

Emily's Toy - Pt. 4

She allowed herself to be lead out into the night. The wind was cold against her bare skin. There were tiny rocks on the asphalt that stung her feet. Arms clutched protectively around herself, the half-sized Emily had to hurry to keep up with the giantess holding her leash.

Her new companions - or caretakers, or owners, or whatever Henry and Luisa were to her now that she’d become a possession - were arguing.

“It’s just bad form, to leave a party so early,” Luisa was saying. “People will talk.”

“Eh, let them. At least we had a good time tonight. I bet all of them are jealous, too. Taking home this little beauty.” Henry glanced at her over his shoulder, giving Emily a wink.

Luisa slapped him across the gut with the back of her hand. “And there’s that part of it, too! They all know what we’re going home to do. It’s embarrassing!”

“What is a mini-girl for? Should we pretend we’re taking her home for tea?” He laughed. “Her husband knew what he was doing when he brought a naked little toy like her with him tonight. Tomorrow he’ll want to know how she was for us.  All the little details. You mark me. What we made her do for us, all the sounds she made....”

“...Few enough sounds this one makes, though. You hear?  She’s almost mute, he has her trained so well.” Luisa seemed to consider this, then abruptly stopped, and turned to peer at Emily.

The tiny girl was limping along, tears running freely down her cheeks. Her feet were  and throbbing. With her voice gone, she couldn’t even cry out. And she was getting tired from all this walking, too. Her unnaturally giant chest and massive, curvy backside were so heavy.  Besides, her legs seemed especially weak now. As if she hadn’t traveled any distance with them in years.

“Aye, sorry about that, pretty. Your owner, he must carry you wherever you go, huh? Well come on, we’ll take good care of you.” Luisa scooped Emily easily into her arms, hugging her affectionately to her chest. Large, warm lips pressed to Emily’s cheek. She felt her body respond, melting into the embrace of the larger woman, her arousal starting to grow again.  As if some deep, almost genetic conditioning compelled her to give in to the touch of someone so much bigger. She knew, rationally, that it wasn't real.  Just a part of the false reality that had been forced upon her. Yet it didn’t change a thing.

The giants continued to argue all the way to the car. Emily had the sense this was almost automatic with them. Just a strange way of showing affection for the married couple.  "We should really get a mini-girl of our own,” Henry said. He took Emily from Luisa, then sat her on his lap as he buckled himself into the car’s passenger seat. “At least then I would have a woman who would do as I say.”

Luisa sniffed. “You wouldn’t know what to do with one. You need someone smart around, to keep you out of trouble.” She shifted the car into gear.

Large hands, rough but gentle, made Emily turn. She found herself looking up into the bearded man’s face. His expression was theatrically long-suffering. “You see what I have to put up with? You would never talk back to me that way, would you?”

Emily shook her head. She felt a sense of disgust with herself, distant and muted. But fighting was hard, and it just felt so good to agree. The pleasure increased when she saw how her response made Henry grin.

“I like you, little one. Maybe I’ll keep you. Do you think your owner would sell for you?  For cheap maybe?”

“Dummy, she’s probably too loyal. You see how well-trained she is.  And how beautiful besides. He must have spent years working on her. Don’t you know anything?”

“Hush.” Henry's giant hand shifted against her. “I can change her mind.” Enormous fingers began to explore her newly enlarged breasts. Each was far larger than her head, and she was startled to find how sensitive they had become.  Emily whimpered, the teensy sound completely lost beneath the rumbling of the engine. She tried to resist him, for a moment. Drew her arms in protectively, pushed back against his wrist. Yet there was no real strength in her, and she only succeeded in pushing his hand lower down his body.

“Oh, this one is eager. Can’t even wait until we get home, can you?”

“She can’t,” Luisa growled. “But you had better. If you know what’s good for you.”

“Hush,” Henry said again. “She’s cold.  Can’t you see her shiver? I’m going to warm her up.”

Henry’s giant hand traced down her body.  She found herself spreading out for him.  He paused for a moment, resting the weight of his thumb against her pubic bone.  Emily's heart begin to race.  Her legs opened for him.  

His body rumbled beneath her in a laugh.

Then he was on her, pressing the pad of his finger hard against her clit.  There was no subtly to the motion, no patience.  She wanted to judge him for his lack of skill, yet in this moment, it worked for her.  She arched her back against him, tiny hands digging into his thighs, back of her head pressing against his sternum.

“You’re going to break her, you keep going like that,” Luisa remarked.  

“I think she’s tougher than she looks.” Henry flicked his thumbnail against her throbbing clit.  Emily bucked her hips against the giant finger, trying to keep it in contact.  “You get a look at this vibrator he makes her wear?  How big it is?”  

His finger slipped over her vulva, working lower.  There was pressure for a moment, as Henry searched inside her, seeking out the toy.  Then he brushed against it. 

Immediately, everything changed.

There was heat, so much heat, as though the toy had become molten inside her.  She screamed, silently, but even as she did she realized it wasn’t pain she was experiencing.  Henry grunted, pulling back his hand in surprise, as if he had been burned.  Even as he did, she could feel him shifting beneath her.  

Emily looked up at him in wonder, as his body began to change.  His head lifting higher, his shoulders growing broader.  His entire body rippling outward.  There was a sense of un-reality about watching him grow.  As though she was seeing reality change, her brain not able to entirely make sense of it.  There was a lensing effect about it, like seeing him grow through a broken window.  Around him, other things began to shift.  His cat seat suddenly lower - not shifting through any mechanical action, but as if it had always been adjusted to accommodate the larger man that occupied it.  His shirt morphed around him, as his chest grew more muscular, showing off more of his bare skin, a healthy display of chest hair sprouting from the edges.  

From the corner of his eye, he could see Luisa’s outfit changing as well.  The formerly conservative dress she wore becoming more sheer and low-cut.  The same basic style, and color as before.  But far more revealing.

“That’s enough for now,” Henry purred.  His voice was deeper, somehow more commanding.  He removed his hand from between Emily’s legs, resting it against her stomach instead.  Her mind raced, trying to determine what she had just witnessed – impeded somewhat by the strong physical disappointment that he had stopped touching her, and the almost irrational need for more.

When she spoke, Luisa's voice was very soft.  “You were starting to make me jealous, papí.  Thank you for stopping.  I can hardly wait until we get home.”

“You liked watching me play with her.”  

Luisa answered at once.  “Yes papí.”

“You’d like it if I play with you that way tonight.  Wouldn’t you.”

She blushed.  Before that moment, Emily Wouldn’t have imagined that the stern, self-assured woman was even capable of blushing.

“If you are good,” he said.  “I’ll play with you.  After you watch us, of course.”

Luisa gave a groan of frustration, but she didn’t sound displeased.

Henry continued to tease his wife the whole drive home.  Describing all the things he might do to the little half-sized woman who trembled in his lap, how he would make her submit to him.  Luisa said nothing, except for an occasional gasp, or moan of approval.  She kept her eyes steadfast on the road, hands at ten and two.  But the growing scent of her excitement was impossible to miss.

The tiny woman tried to concentrate, while the giant laid out a menu of carnal delights that was in store for her tonight.  She had to get the vibrator out, somehow.  That was still her top priority.  But now she suspected that wouldn’t be enough.  It wasn’t merely stealing her size.  It was storing it somehow, like a battery.  When Henry had touched the toy, that size had flowed directly into him.  Without meaning to, he had stolen it.  Emily suddenly had a nagging suspicion that, even if she were to reverse the process, she wouldn’t ever get entirely back to normal now.  Not when Henry had nearly a foot of her height!  

Her task was growing more complicated.