Emily's Toy - Pt. 5

 

Chapter Tags: NSFW, f/F/M, shrinking, growth, vocal control, crying, immobilization, breast expansion, ass expansion, objectification, I guess this whole story is one long sex scene oops~

Emily's Toy - Pt. 5

At home, Henry made Luisa carry Emily into the bedroom.  The giant woman, suddenly demure, set Emily on the edge of the bed.  With careful, delicate fingers, she removed Emily’s collar.  The item was a total fiction – a product of a false reality, a symbol of her subservience.  Nevertheless, Emily felt strangely naked and exposed without it.

She stood, arms hugged protectively around her chest, as the two giants studied her.  Henry stroked his beard, running his thumb lightly over the surface of the remote.  The sudden prospect of getting any smaller, of becoming even more helpless and submissive, motivated Emily to action.  This might be her last chance!

As her captors watched, she quickly spread her legs, reaching tiny fingertips inside her, trying to grasp hole of the egg-shaped vibrator, desperate to pull it out.

“Taking some initiative, little one?  Have we made you wait too long?”  Henry chuckled.

She ignored him, felt her fingers catch against the slippery surface.  Emily tried to take hold, pull it out.  It was so much bigger now.  At least as big around as the head of Alex’s cock when he was fully hard.  At times, when he had been rough with her, it had almost been too much.  She yearned to have such a simple problem again.  She squeezed, tugging, felt her fingers slip.  Tried again, felt the toy tense against her inner labia.  Emily closed her eyes, biting down on her lip, prepared to pull with all her might…

She fell to her knees, as the hard plastic vibrator rumbled to life.  She instinctively let go, and felt the toy swelling even bigger inside her as she once more began to shrink.  With despair she sank to her knees, looking up at Luisa and Henry as the already giant couple grew ever bigger.

“It’s a shame she’s such a miniature model.  Small even by the standards of mini-girls, wouldn’t you say?”

“Yes, papí,” Luisa replied at once.

“I would have liked to fuck her.  But now I think she would break.”  Henry began to unzip his pants.  “Oh well.”

The giant man dropped his jeans to his ankles, sliding them down his powerful, well-muscled legs.  Despite her terror, Emily wouldn’t help but admire him.  Each thigh, bigger around than her waist.  And his cock – God, it was utterly magnificent.  Thicker than her wrist, longer than her forearm.  Sprouting from a nest of course, unkempt pubic hair, a beautiful shade of ochre and purple.  Henry gave it a single stroke, leering down at her.

“Like what you see, little girl?”  He began to advance on her.

Emily wanted to run.  Yet with the weight of pleasure as the vibrator steadily grew inside her, she could hardly make her legs work.  Even if she could, where would she go?  Lost in this strange, gigantic house.  Miles from home.  Not even half her proper height.  And in this world, she was nothing more than property.

The giant paused, with the head of his massive cock no more than an inch from her chest.  Close enough that she could smell him.  Close enough to feel his heat on her body.  He waited, expectantly.  And Emily found she knew what she was supposed to do.  The knowledge, the desire of it, bone-deep in her little body.  She tried to resist.  But what was the point?

She spread her arms.  Lightly tucked both hands beneath the crown of his penis.  Drew the head of him into the vast expanse of her cleavage.  

The rest of her was too small.  But as large as her breasts had grown, this place fit him perfectly.

Henry moaned.

He began to thrust against her.  There was enough force in the motion to send her body to rocking, to nearly lift her off her knees, the pressure unpleasantly hard against her sternum.  She hugged him tighter, running her tiny tongue down him, following the path of a hard, throbbing vein.

He stroked her hair, cupping her entire head in the palm of his hand.  “Are you watching, dear?  She may be small, but she is very talented.  You should be learning a thing.”

“Yes papí.”

From over the giant’s shoulder, she could see Luisa watching them.  Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes very wide.  Obviously enjoying the spectacle.  One hand pressed against her throat, the other balled into a fist at her waist.  Emily idly wondered whether the fiery woman’s personality had changed when her husband had grown.  Or if Luisa had always possessed a submissive streak, and just hadn’t respected Henry enough to act on it.  Either way, she looked happy.

Henry’s motions against her were growing rough.  It took all her strength, all the weight of her body, not to flip over on her back each time he thrust against her giant tits.  She felt the hot smear of his precum, dribbling down between her breasts, down onto her tummy.  And the longer the vibrator buzzed inside her, the more overwhelming he became.  She felt herself losing inches, felt her breasts growing to compensate, always staying the perfect size for him, the perfect fit.  Soon, she wouldn’t even be able to hold up such massive mammaries under her own power. 

“I’m going to cum soon, toy.”  Henry’s voice was a deep growl, distorted by pleasure.  “Do you want me to make a pretty little mess of you?  Hm?  Tell me.”

Emily opened her mouth to reply.  Hardly more than a squeak came out.  Alex's doing.  She still couldn’t make herself speak above a whisper.

Henry laughed, and thrust harder.  “I said, tell me.  What do you want, tiny?"

Emily shivered, losing another inch.  “Please cum on me papí,” she heard herself say.  Louder, yet still so soft.

His giant hand caught her by the back of her head, holding her in place so he could get a proper amount of friction from her feather-light body.  She could feel the trembling of the fist-sized head of his cock, sense his eagerness, the closeness of his release.

“Louder!”

“Cum papí….”

“Louder!”

"Do it, make a mess of me...."

"I said...."

“Please, you have to help me, my name is Emily Haskens, I’m not a toy, you keep shrinking me, this isn’t right, it isn’t right, help!”

The gigantic man paused mid-thrust, his gargantuan cock pressing against the base of her throat.  “What kind of game is this?” he growled.  “Your owner should have trained you better.  Or does he like to hear silly stories when he is about to cum, hm?  I thought most men just thought about baseball.”

Emily shook her head.  “It’s not a story.  Please, you have to believe me.”  She tried to lean back, away from his titanic dick.  When she tried, she found that she had become so top-heavy that she risked toppling backward.  And still she could feel her breasts swelling, her whole body dwindling smaller.  “It’s the vibrator.  It’s shrinking me, please, please turn it off.  I don’t like it, I don't want to get any smaller.”

Henry looked at the plastic remote in his hand.  Then he turned back to her.  His giant face was screwed up in a frown.  “Don’t play this game with me anymore.  When you are asked a question, you say, ‘yes papí,’ or ‘no papí.’  Like she does.”  He jerked his thumb over his shoulder at his wife.  “Do you understand?”

She opened her mouth, trying to think of anything she could say to change his mind, to make him understand.  “Yes papí.”  The words tumbled out, completely of their own volition.

The giant gave a self-satisfied sneer.  “Good.”  Two fingers curled around the back of her neck, easily holding her in place, as he prepared to thrust against her again.

Tears began to run down Emily’s face.  The vibrator grew inside her, and she shrank still smaller.  Barely taller than her captor's knee.  No longer able even to object.

“Papí.”

It was Luisa.  The woman looked utterly enormous, even beside her husband.  The sight of her brought into immediate perspective just how much Emily had lost.

Henry turned toward his wife, looking irritated.  “I didn’t call on you yet.  Wait your turn.”

She shook her head, wispy black hair falling down her cheeks.  “She doesn’t like the vibrator.  Can’t you see she’s upset?”  Luisa gave her a sympathetic look, even as Emily continued to shrink.  “That owner of hers, my God.  That toy is much too big for a micro-girl.  Even a deluxe-sized one like this.  What was he thinking?”

The giant man looked irritated at having his orgasm interrupted yet again.  He looked back and forth, from his wife, down to the shrinking Emily.  He gave a long, exasperated sigh.  “You see the things I put up with?  What I wouldn’t give for a woman who would actually obey me.”

He pressed the remote into Luisa’s hand, waving his hand dramatically.  “Do as you will with her.  But you owe me a favor.”

Luisa gave him a sly smile.  “Yes papí.  Thank you papí.”  

She turned the remote in her hand, and pressed her thumb down on the large button in the center.  Emily groaned with relief, as her shrinking ceased.  She tried to sink down onto the mattress, but found that her backside had grown so soft and plump that from her knees, she hardly had anywhere to grow.  She let it plush against her ankles, feeling utterly ridiculous.  A tiny, inflatable blow-up doll that had been filled to ludicrous proportions.  A comic drawing, taken from the wildest dreams of an oversexed teenager's imagination.

Henry made space for Luisa, and the diminutive giantess dropped sympathetically to her knees on the floor in front of Emily.  “Hey there, little one.  You want me to take that thing out of you?”

Her voice was so soft and caring.  Emily shook with gratitude, and relief.  “Yes papí,” she said, automatically.

Luisa looked startled.  Then she began to laugh.  “Don’t call me that, stupid.  That’s what you call him.  Come on, let me get a look at you.”

Her delicate hands lifted Emily from the bed, then eased her over onto her back.  The tiny girl immediately found herself pinned under the weight of her own assets, unable to move.  She doubted whether she would be able to rise again without Luisa’s help.  Yet the giantess was soft, and tender with her.  She hummed gently, in a comforting way, as she slowly spread Emily’s legs.

“My, that’s really deep in there,” she remarked.  

Emily felt a large fingertip run along her labia.  She shivered, instinctively spreading her legs wider.

“That’s it.  We’ll be careful.  Nice and careful….”

The finger probed at her.  Hooking in just above her perineum, lightly exploring inside her, searching for a place to get ahold of the toy.  Emily gasped, pressing her cheek against the mattress, balling her hands into fists.

The toy began to feel hot.  

Luisa chuckled.  Did the woman failed to notice, as she began to grow.  It was subtle.  Her body swelling, her dress growing tighter.  Yet her gentle demeanor didn't change, and she continued to search inside Emily.  “Ah, there it is.  Now, this might be unpleasant, for just a moment….”

Abruptly, Henry was behind her.  Smirking evilly, he took Luisa by the arm, pulled her to her feet.  “I’ve just decided my favor.”

The giantess seemed startled, but not displeased.  She was larger, certainly - yet her husband still far overshadowed her.  “W-what favor, papí?  You’ll still let me get the toy out, yes?”

“Of course,” he growled.  “But you have it too easy.  And I still didn’t get to cum.  Besides, the way you are with her?  It’s such a tease.  I can’t wait any longer.”  He pointed to the bed.  “Take off that dress.  I’m going to fuck you while you work.”

Luisa hesitated, but only for an instant.  Then she grinned.  “I like the way you think, papí.”