The following was written in one sittings totaling less than two hours, with minimal edits. This is my second entry for Elle Largesse's #SeptKinkyScribble challenge. 1734 words, writing and editing time, ~2 hours
CW: NSFW, shrinking NB, consensual, face slapping, humiliation, objectification, honorifics, light impact
Rowan paced about the room, fingertip on their carotid artery, staring at their watch. Bailey lay on the bed, sipping his wine.
“You don’t have to win at this,” he told them.
His partner paused, counting out their pulse. “One-twenty.
I just can’t get my heart rate high enough like this. I’m going to go run on the treadmill.”
Bailey shook his head.
“Are you seriously trying to win at shrinking?”
“I mean.” Rowan
shifted nervously. “I just want to be
your Good Girl tonight. Is that so wrong?”
The two stared at each other. Around them, candled guttered, and low music
played. Rowan was dressed in a flimsy black
negligée. From the way it hung about
their shoulders, it was obvious they were already losing inches – though not
nearly fast enough for Rowan’s taste.
“What if I take another dose?” they suggested.
Bailey sighed. He set
aside his glass, and stood to his feet.
“I think you’re missing the point of this exercise.”
“Daddy….”
“You haven’t earned the right to call me that. Not yet.”
Rowan swallowed, instinctually backing up at his
approach. “What can I do to earn it?” He looked bigger, there was no question, and
more intimidating. It made their mouth
dry. It made them yearn to be smaller.
Bailey stopped in front of them. Already his partner had lost enough height to
be eye-level with his mouth. He smirked,
letting them see the evil turn of his lips, then reached up to caress his
calloused palm across their cheek. He
flexed his fingers, and drew back his wrist, creating space between them. Letting them feel the potential, the
danger.
“Is this okay?”
Rowan nodded eagerly.
He aimed carefully, and slapped his love across the
face. Not hard. Yet Rowan’s eyes went wide, and their bottom
lip quivered in excitement.
In an instant, they dropped an inch in height.
“So. You want to be
my Good Girl tonight?”
“Yes….”
He slapped them again, a bit harder. Rowan moaned, and shrank.
“And you want to earn that title?”
“Yes, please!”
He carefully backhanded them with his fingertips, and grinned
as they dwindled in a large burst.
“You’re silly.
Thinking you have any control over whether you get what you want. You should know better than that.”
Another slap. They
were gentle slaps, but that was the point.
Rowan didn’t rate more than that.
They weren’t worthy of it.
“I’m sorry,” Rowan whimpered. The world grew around them. “I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.”
“You really are.”
With casual strength, he shoved them against the wall. Rowan grunted, then went limp. They stared up at him, visually shrinking
with every beat of their heart.
They had such lovely eyes, Bailey thought. Big, and expressive, etched with fear and
need. He could stare into them all
night.
“Struggle,” he ordered.
Rowan hesitated, then obeyed. Timidly at first. Then more vigorously as they came to
understand the strength that held them. Soon
they were fighting him with everything they had, and it was hardly enough to
move an inch. They squeaked with effort,
their eyebrows furrowing, sweat standing at their temples, and the only result
was a steady loss of height as the man before them seemed to grow and grow. All the while he watched them, looking
faintly bored.
“Alright pet. That’s
enough.” Bailey chuckled, and stepped
back to peer down at them. Admiring the self-defeating
result of their efforts.
Rowan continued to press themself against the wall, eyes
wide, panting. Their head didn’t even reach
the center of his chest.
“You still want to go run on the treadmill?”
Rowan shook their head.
He pointed to the floor.
“Kneel.”
They knelt.
He removed his belt.
Unbuttoned, unzipped his pants, casually undressed from the waist
down. He took his time about it, pausing
now and again to caress Rowan’s forehead, pet their hair, or rain size-reducing
slaps on their cute little face. By the
time they caught a glimpse of his cock – beautiful in the candlelight, and as
thick as Rowan’s wrist – he was so much bigger that he easily could have rested
it atop their head as they knelt before him.
Rowan hardly dared to move their lips as they spoke. “Can I call you Daddy yet?”
“Hmph.” Another
playful little slap. Another lost
inch. “Yeah. You can call me Daddy.”
“Am I your Good Girl, Daddy?”
He considered, as Rowan waited in agony.
“No.”
Their breath caught in their throat, their inner world
crumbling. If they weren’t Good what
were they, he had to tell them….
“You’re a good toy,” he said, answering the thought. “A good toy only knows how to make itself
useful. A good toy doesn’t think.”
Toy nodded happily.
The world was suddenly very quiet.
They waited for his order.
“Look up. Hold
still.”
The silhouette of his dick was there, inches above their
lips. The smell filled their nostrils – salt
and tang and pheromones. It pushed out
thought even under the best circumstances. At this size, it set their whole body to
vibrating.
Daddy reached down, grasped his beautiful cock, and began to
stroke himself. He groaned.
Toy watched, obediently still, hands folded in their
lap. They were drooling. They let flow from the corner of their mouth,
as his cock seemed to grow longer, and thicker, rising higher and higher into
the sky.
“A toy doesn’t think,” Daddy husked, as he squeezed his
shaft. “But a toy can desire. Does my toy see something they desired?”
Toy nodded.
From far, far above, Daddy smirked. He bent at the knee, and allowed his cock to
come into contact with their forehead.
He moaned, using small motions to stroke his massive cock back and forth
across their lips, in the crook of their neck, the hollow of their throat. Toy shook, and whimpered, and shrank. But Toy stayed perfectly still, even as his
touch left mouth-watering streaks of wetness along their skin.
The snap of his fingers struck like the crack of a whip,
made them sit up straight, their eyes popping open.
“Free,” Daddy said.
Toy was on him at once.
Jumping to their feet, attacking him with hands and lips and
tongue. Daddy’s cock was level with
their chest, but that was perfect, they had so much bare skin to share as their
negligée dropped from their body to pool around their feet.
Even still, Daddy was completely silent. Toy tried everything to get his attention, to
force him to make a sound, acknowledge them.
Toy failed. Their heart pounded,
the helpless desire for affirmation shrinking them further, and further, until
they could no longer even reach him from their tiptoes, could hardly touch him
at all.
Tears stood in Toy’s eyes as they looked up. “Please, Daddy….”
Daddy sighed, and relented.
Looking annoyed, he scooped Toy into his arms, and lay on the bed. He set them in his lap, and fluffed a pillow,
making himself comfortable.
“You’re still shrinking, toy. You better get me off before you get too
small.”
Toy threw absolutely everything at him. All their body and effort and will, trying to
get the smallest reaction. Anything to
let them know they were doing a good job.
And still, he ignored them. As
the minutes, passed Toy found the task ever more impossible. He was getting so big! Half the length of their body, and if this
kept up much longer they wouldn’t even be able to get their arms around it!
Toy yelped suddenly, as Daddy reached out and flicked them
hard on the ass.
“Stop trying to win this,” he snarled.
Toy looked up at him in confusion, eyes wide, as they felt
themself continuing to dwindle.
“You’re trying to get to a destination. You’ll never get there, if you don’t enjoy
the journey.”
It was too big a thought for Toy. And toys weren’t supposed to think at all. But when they went back to work, it was
without regard for their rapidly diminishing size. Daddy’s cock was enormous. It felt hot, and smooth against their
chest. There were so many details to
notice, as it grew before them. Pretty
crevices and imperfections, nooks and crannies to explore. New places for Toy to touch, new ways to
experiment with him.
Daddy groaned. The
smell of him grew stronger. His pulse
quickened, thrumming against them as they played with him.
Both Toy’s legs were folded around him, as they sat prettily
upon the cushion of his balls. They
weren’t nearly as tall as his dick now, but that hardly mattered. Because he was openly moaning, the shade of
him darkening to a pretty lavender, and his giant hands were clenched in the
sheets as he struggled to stay still.
Toy found their release before Daddy. They felt it coming from a long distance. When it arrived, they screamed at the top of
their voice, their entire body shuddering at the power, the majesty of
him. He hadn't even touched them. It was the knowledge that even his smallest
finger could overwhelm them… and that even so they were they were still a toy
that could please him.
Daddy came, too. Toy
wasn’t allowed to think, but they had a feeling that it was their own release
that had inspired his. He throbbed
against them like a mechanical bull, and coated them from head to toe in his
hot essence. And Toy held on, overcome
by joy at a task well done.
He didn’t clean them right away. His cum was drying, starting to get cool on their
skin. It would be a demeaning and
uncomfortable job to wash off this much semen, at any size. But Toy craved closeness more than
cleanliness, and Daddy apparently felt the same. He tucked them against his heart, and pat
them with a hand that covered their entire body like a weighted blanket.
“Did I do a good job, Daddy?”
He was a long time in his reply. This time, there was no agony in the
anticipation. However he answered, Toy
would accept it.
“You did a very good job, Rowan,” he said at last. Giving them back their name, as they luxuriated
against him. “You’re a very Good Girl.”
Rowan smiled happily, sleep already overtaking them. For tonight, they had earned their place atop his heart. Tomorrow would begin the quest anew. It never ended, not really. But for tonight, they had won.
