The following is a commission I completed for the wonderful Elle Largesse (@mightytinygiant) Her own work, which ranges from #KinkyScribbles of only a few hundred words up to long form think-pieces about size and sexuality, can be found at
http://ellelargesse.com/
Tags: Shrinking Woman, NSFW, Gas lighting, dubious consent, non-consensual, fear, control, pain, emotional heart ache, insertion, polyamory
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A New Toy
She’s had this dream before.
Her bedroom door is opening.
There are footsteps on the floor.
Then he’s pulling back the covers, sliding into bed beside her.
She pretends to be asleep.
He touches her shoulder, presses his chest against her back. Strong, rough hands. Exploring her body. Fingers lifting the hem of her night
shirt. He’s reaching up to cup her
breast. Hot breath against her ear.
She’s moaning. Arching
her back toward him, encouraging. Eyes
closed, trying to hold it, to savor the fantasy. The dream can’t last much longer. She takes his hand, squeezes it, wanting him
so bad, hoping he’ll never leave her….
“Lara.”
Her eyes flutter open.
It should fade. It doesn’t. Suddenly, it’s all too real. His hands, his body, his presence. His whiskers against his cheek. The scent of alcohol on his breath.
“Carl?” she hisses, in the dark. “What are you doing?”
His hand slides lower, presses to her pubic mound. Massages her so, so gently. “Want me to stop?”
She doesn’t. It’s the
last thing she wants. She knows this,
and knows he knows it too. But….
“What about Mandy? I
don’t… is she okay with this?”
He chuckles, takes her earlobe between his teeth. Gives her a little tug. She’s melting.
“Mandy is never going to find out.”
“Carl, no. This isn’t
right. We’ve talked about this. I like you.
But I can’t… I won’t….” She’s
pushing him away, but her heart’s not in it, she’s half hoping he’ll press the
issue.
“Hey,” he says, in that honey-sweet voice, and she freezes.
“Hey.” Her heart,
pounding, too loud. The sense of his
body, her need for him, overwhelming every other thought.
“This is all going to be okay. Better than okay. I promise.”
His nose tickles her ear. She can
feel him smiling. “Do you believe me?”
She does.
“I need you to do something for me.”
“What?” she breathes, relaxing into his arms, the battle
already lost.
“Give yourself to me.
Will you do that, Lara?”
He’s palming her breast, grinding himself against her hip,
thrusting suggestively. “Yes!” The word is practically torn from her, and
the relief of it, of relinquishing whatever comes next, makes her feel giddy.
“Good.” He kisses
her, not quite on the lips. “Then. Here’s what’s going to happen. Lara.
You. Are going to get. Smaller.”
She doesn’t understand.
She feels her mouth opening, trying to ask, but all that escapes is a
moan. She’s too warm. Tingling, like her foot is asleep, only it’s
her entire body. His hands move again,
stroking her, massaging her breast, and his hand is so big. It shouldn’t be this big.
He’s looming over her.
More than a head taller. Hugging,
but it’s different now, like he’s compressing her, forcing her down.
“That’s it,” he whispers, and a giant hand parts her thighs. Her pj’s, they’re so baggy, gigantic on
her. He’s pulling them down, getting
them out of his way, and he laughs. “Smaller,”
he says, again, and that fading sensation of warmth comes back, stronger than
before. She’s sinking, receding.
“What are you doing to me?” she tries to say, but only the
first word escapes. The rest is stifled
as a rough finger presses to her vulva.
She moans, feels it expand as he strokes in a long, slow circle. Feels so good, can’t fight. Everything
so heavy. She swallows, finds words,
forces them out. “No. This is… you can’t be shrinking me. This is wrong!” Her voice sounds so tiny, so weak. The squeak of a mouse.
“Smaller,” he insists, and her body helplessly obeys, hips
snapping toward him like a puppet on a string.
Carl is sitting up.
Pulling her, lifting like she weights nothing, and then she’s in his
lap. She’s so small, not even half his
size. He finishes undressing her, not
patient about it, and she gasps and pants and doesn’t fight. Lara’s head is spinning. She can’t make her eyes focus. The room is too big, the room is too big.
“Mandy,” Lara whimpers.
“What about Mandy?”
“You’ll see her soon.”
She doesn’t have time to process this; he’s pushing her
forward. She falls and doesn’t catch
herself, lands on her face and knees on her giant bed. Then he’s spreading her legs. Then he’s opening his pants. Then he’s inside her. She squeals, God it’s huge, more than she can
stand. There are tears, some of
pleasure, she’s weeping as she grits her teeth, pushes back against him with
all her might, wanting it deeper.
Gasping and moaning and—
“Smaller.”
She screams.
He’s filling her, ever last millimeter, impossibly big, and
bigger, and bigger with each thrust, until he’s finally too big, and he’s
laughing at her withered cry as he pulls out.
She doesn’t have time to catch her breath before…
“Smaller.”
And then he’s fisting her, but that’s his smallest finger,
his SMALLEST finger! He’s going to wear
her like a ring, a tiny piece of jewelry, a worthless bauble, but then he pulls
out. Carl gives her ass a demeaning
little slap with a hand the size of her torso.
“Stand up.”
She does, somehow, panting and ringing like a bell. Her legs are unsteady. Even though he’s sitting, she’s looking up
into his eyes. Tiny, and afraid, but she
needs him now. She knows she should run,
or cry, or beg, but if she does she’ll only beg for more, she knows it.
“Smaller.”
She moans her thank you.
He laughs. It isn’t a
kind laugh. He reaches for her, runs his
finger over her body. Questing. Searching.
Her shoulders, her throat. She
stands tall for him, endures it, accepts his inspection. His fingertip is wet, smells familiar. It’s
hers, she realizes, her juices on his finger, but there’s so absurdly much, so much more than she can possibly make at this
size, a memento of how much she’s lost.
He shares it with her, lets it press against her lips, and she licks him
clean, beyond resisting, beyond dignity, only wanting him, wanting him so
badly. He’s stroking, spreading her
wetness over grape-sized tits, over her soft tummy, as she moans and whimpers
and pleads with her eyes.
“I think you’re ready.
Let’s go see Mandy.”
He takes her, lifts her.
She’s a doll to him. Not even a
foot tall. “Carl, what are you doing to
me?” Lara manages, even as she hugs her bare little body against him, can’t
stop her hips from thrusting against him.
“Why is this happening?”
“We’re going to see Mandy.”
He shifts her like an awkward parcel, presses her face
against his shoulder, makes her spread her little legs. Her tiny hands grip savage-hard into his
flannel, breathing in the scent of musk and cheap scotch, letting it be her
reality. She screams as he tries to
penetrate her. It’s too big, can’t fit,
hopeless, but he doesn’t know that, or doesn’t care. He’s forcing it, and she’s shrieking
encouragement, wants it, wants to please him.
“Quiet,” he orders, and she’s silent for him, little hiccups
of pleasure the only sound that escape as something gives, and that giant
finger is inside her now. He carries his
little Lara-dolly through the darkened house, and she holds her breath,
shaking, her tears too small to even soak his shirt.
She knows where they are, but it’s distant, disconnected. Mandy’s room.
The idea that this is a place she knows, that it’s her apartment, is too
big for her mind to wrap around. How
could anyone her size belong here?
The door opens, and the lights are down low in Mandy’s
room. The scent of her roommate,
overwhelming in the enclosed space. She recognizes
that smell, from when she’s interrupted Mandy fooling around on the couch, or
walked past her door and heard Carl’s low, intimate voice from beneath. But the smell is stronger, so much stronger.
Mandy is a giantess.
Naked and sweating atop the covers.
She’s breathing hard, arching her back in a hypnotic rhythm Lara can’t
help but watch. Like she’s observing a
force of nature, a power beyond her comprehension. The platonic ideal of unearthly desire. It makes whatever lust Lara contains feel small
and pathetic.
Mandy’s perfect, naked body turns toward them. A buzzing sound, almost too low to hear,
grows suddenly loud. Her giant hand
withdrawing from between her thighs, something hard and plastic glistening in
the low orange light. Lara wants to see,
but then she’s moving, falling, as Carl moves her from the honored place at his
shoulder, abruptly tucks her shamefully behind his back. Nothing but a dirty little secret.
“Having fun with your toy?” he asks, in that low seductive
growl of his, that could make her wet even from halfway across the apartment.
“God, yes. Can I cum,
Carl? Please? It’s been almost an hour, I can’t keep edging
myself. Please, I can’t take this, I’m
going to die!”
He laughs, and squeezes Lara a bit too hard. “It’s almost time. Put your vibrator away. I brought you a NEW toy.”
It all snaps into place in a horrible moment, what’s about
to happen. Her euphoria fades, and she
feels the reality of it, trapped in a nightmare. Lara struggles against the giant hand, kicks,
squirms, finds her voice and screams. “Mandy—it’s
me! Lara! Carl did something to me, he shrank me, he….”
“Did you hear something?” Mandy sounds confused. The springs of her old twin mattress squeak. “I thought I heard a voice.”
Carl’s giant hand squeezes too hard, a warning. He presses his thumb to her mouth, clamping
it down against her teeth, until she can hardly breathe. She struggles. He tightens.
She stops.
“Just prepping the toy for you. No peeking, my love. Wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise. Turn off the lights. Then lay down, and close your eyes. Time to make you feel wonderful.”
His tone, heartbreakingly gentle and tender. Speaking to the woman he loves, who was so
much greater than Lara in every way, even before all this. Carl loves Mandy, and only Mandy. Lara’s silly infatuation with him, all her
desires for something more—it was always hopeless. All his promises these last months, his gentle
words, his offers to intercede. He was
never doing more than toying with her.
Carl reaches into his pocket, pulls out his phone, puts on
something soft and seductive. Mood
music. Mandy gives a happy little sigh, spreads
out for him, and Carl’s giant hand relaxes.
In an instant she knows the music is meant for her. Meant to drown her out if she screams
again.
He’s lowering her, now.
Toward Mandy. Even in the dark,
Lara can see how wet she is—an absolute mess, all the way from the cusp of her
navel, halfway down her thighs. Even
this part of her is perfect. Her mound
freshly trimmed with carefully attention to detail, all marks of her roommate
preparing for a very special evening. Her
vulva a happy shade of red, her fist-sized clitoris pulsing and throbbing for attention. Smooth, and taut, and eager. “Please, please,” she’s groaning over and
over, wiggling herself like a lure, trying to draw him in.
Lara fights, tries to break free from his grip, even as he
lowers her, turns her, presses her face-first against Mandy’s soft, silky
lips. Howling, gasping, until her arms find
purchases against Mandy’s perfectly smooth legs. She manages to push away a quarter of an
inch, enough to breathe, but then Carl’s thumb is on the back of her head,
forcing her back down.
“Ooo, what an interesting sensation.” Mandy giggles, her pussy giving a happy
little twitch, and Lara struggles to escape.
“I’ve never felt one vibrate quite like it before. Not the most pleasant I’ve ever felt, but I
like it! It’s kind of big though, isn’t
it?”
“It’s big. Too big if
you ask me.” Carl turns the tiny woman
just enough, so his face fills her vision.
He’s smirking, and Lara sees what’s coming, shields her face, holds her
breath. “Well. One interesting feature of this toy… is that
we can make it… smaller.”
“No!” Lara screams, feeling the too-pleasant heat, the euphoric
tingling, as her body instantly complies with Carl’s command. Inches melt away. Her roommate’s giant vulva grows and grows beneath
her. Arms spread wide, but her grip is
slipping against Mandy’s slick inner thigh, feels herself slipping lower, everything
so slippery, like falling into quicksand, and worse, she can’t fight that lust,
that part of her likes this.
“Oh wow. That feels
amazing!” Mandy’s voice suddenly deeper,
huskier. Her titanic roommate gently
thrusts her hips, testing, exploring the sensation, and Lara is almost thrown
off until Carl grabs her, presses her back to Mandy’s lips, holds her there
with two fingers against her back.
“Whatever you just did, I liked it.
Please Carl, do that again.”
“No, Mandy no!” she
wants to scream, but her mouth is full, Mandy’s juices so thick and sweet. “Don’t say that, don’t make him shrink me!” She thinks it, but even this feels weak, a
hateful lie when the rest of her can’t stop wanting this.
She’s face-first against Mandy’s clit now, screaming, but
all it’s doing is making her giant roommate gasp and moan. “Whatever you say, my love. After all, the toy’s only purpose is to
pleasure you. It isn’t good for anything
else. Smaller.”
She tries to fight it, she really does, tries to make
herself not want this, not obey, but her body is traitorous, a creature of
Carl’s, no agency of her own. Sliding helplessly
down Mandy’s sex as she dwindles smaller, and smaller, can’t spread her arms
even as wide as her labia now.
Carl watches clinically, then nods. “I think that’s about the perfect size.”
“I’ve never… ah!
Heard of a sex toy that you can make smaller like that.” She can hear the abandon in Mandy’s voice,
the need. Irrational, beyond thinking
about anything but the ache between her legs, the desire for more.
Lara knows that fighting is only bringing her roommate more
pleasure. She fights anyway, as Carl pins
her arms to her sides, runs her feet up and down the length of Mandy, and the
giantess moans as Lara kicks. Then
slowly, deliberately, he slips her inside.
To her knees, and out again.
Then, to her waist. He makes her
teensy little breasts slide and flick against the rough flesh of Mandy’s g-spot,
as wide as her entire torso. Then, all
the way, into darkness. The cum in her
mouth is thicker now, like melted butter.
It’s in her eyes, in her nose.
“Fuck… fuck that’s really good!” The words rumble through Lara’s body, her
goddess of a roommate making her body quake with nothing more than a word. “Can… can you make it… just a bit
bigger? I’ll cum if you do, I’m so
close, please Carl please?”
Carl makes her twist, rolling her over and over inside
Mandy, until she’s looking up at him upside down from inside her roommate’s
vagina. The evil giant gives Lara a
patronizing touch on the chin, his eyes bigger than her whole head, boring into
her. He wants to savors his next words,
she can tell.
“No. The toy can’t
get bigger. Not ever again.” He takes a deep breath. “It can only get… smaller.”
Lara sobs, and moans, and shrinks, feels Mandy’s lips
growing slack around her. She’s too small
now to even be a proper pussy toy.
“Aw! Well that’s
disappointing. I was just starting to
enjoy it. Get something else then,
please? I’m so close, and that one
doesn’t feel good anymore.”
“Don’t be too hasty.” Carl is grinning, his teeth so big, so
white. “The toy has other uses.”
Lara feels him pulling her out, she slips out too easy, Mandy’s
lips hardly even gripping her aching little body. Outside it’s so cold. She shivers, clings to Carl’s giant hand for
warmth even as she despises him, not much bigger than his index finger. He watches her, amused. This is getting him off. More than anything else tonight. Taking away her size, her dignity. Taking everything she has left. It’s like a game for him.
It’s always been a game.
Mandy is making frustrated mewling noises. Carl turns the tiny woman, using two fingers
to force her thighs as far apart as they’ll go.
And suddenly kneeling, straddling Mandy’s clit, looking up at Carl’s
giant, grinning face.
“Oh! Oh I like
that!” Mandy’s tone is sharp,
insistent.
“Yeah? I thought you
would.” Carl’s tree-trunk fingers are on
her. One on each shoulder,
squeezing. One on each ankle, holding
them together. “Spread your legs for me,”
he commands.
“Like this?” Mandy replies, and Carl rolls his eyes, making
sure the little toy knows the instruction is meant for her.
Lara obeys. What else
can she do?
His gaze heavy, he pulls her down, and down, over the crest
of Mandy’s vulva. She feels the giant jewel
of her roommate’s clitoris pressing between her thighs. Feels it pulsing and twitching, feels the
titaness moaning beneath her. The slick
bundle of nerves shifts against her, presses to Lara’s womanhood. Carl pulls harder on her ankles, and Lara feels
it slip, shrieks as it forces its way inside her. Filling her.
Enormous. Bigger and thicker than
any cock she’s seen, but so soft, so smooth, and throbbing gently as Mandy
grinds against her. There’s no cruelty in
it. Only lust.
Lara starts to moan.
“Fuck! Oh my fucking
God! I’m so close!”
“Yeah? You want to
cum, love? Want me to make you cum?”
“Please, fucking please Carl! The toy feels so good, I can’t hold back,
God….”
“The toy feels good, huh?”
He lowers himself, on his hands and knees at the edge of the bed, a
devote worshiper kneeling before an altar, Mandy his goddess, Lara his offering. “Just remember,” he whispers, his voice
deadly quiet. “It isn’t the toy that’s
making you cum. It’s me. Who’s making you cum, sweetie? Say it.”
“Carl!” Mandy says at once, but he’s implacable, staring
down at the gasping and shaking little toy.
“Say my name.”
“Carl!” the giantess howls.
“Stop teasing me, please.
Carl! Carl! Carl!”
He spreads the toy’s legs wide, as wide as they’ll go. His tongue lolls out slowly. An inch away from Lara’s chest, it’s so warm,
the heat of it radiating over her, dripping with hot saliva. She watches it follow the hot arc of Mandy’s
lips, watches it drop a millimeter before it reaches her, feels the hateful
sting of need as he pulls away from her again.
Carl carefully articulates the words. “Say.
My. Name.”
“Carl,” Lara hears herself whimper, even as the word is
drowned out in the scream of her roommate.
The tongue descends.
Traces a long, elegant path, parting Mandy’s lips. Approaching, like some monstrous predator
from the deepest ocean. The giantess
groans as he spreads her labia open, as the tongue comes closer, and closer,
and then it’s on Lara, too. Pressing,
massaging, seeking. Somehow it finds the
miniscule pinprick button of her clit. Pathetic,
tiny, but no less capable. She grasps
the tongue with both hands as she screams his name again, tries to pull it down
where she wants it, tries to lift herself toward it, but he’s too strong. It goes exactly where he wants it, and
nowhere else.
Again up the length of Mandy’s vulva, the giantess’s cries
growing in pitch. Again, between Lara’s
thigh, straight to the hard little nub that makes her scream, and shake, and
lose herself. A speck, a mote, lost on
an ocean of pleasure, caught between two Gods, allowed by some accident to
partake in the barest fraction of their pleasure, and even that more than she
can bear.
Mandy’s clit is throbbing harder inside her. Growing harder, and hotter. Pounding like a jackhammer. She feels the hood of it pulling back, and
back, sliding wetly against her ass.
Carl’s tongue, rougher now, moving faster. Both women screaming his name, in unison, as
he brings them together. Until finally,
she feels the Goddess beneath her give way, and her body helplessly responds to
the cue of the much larger woman, even her orgasm not her own.
Carl laughs, accepting his tribute.
Lara can’t catch her breath, can’t stop shaking, can’t make
herself stop crying. Carl’s giant face,
smug, too close to escape. Mandy’s body,
warm and present beneath her, rising and falling with each breath. The echoing sensations of afterglow, as her
body tries to return to normalcy, tries to make everything okay again, in harsh
dissonance to her new reality. She feels
like she’s going to be sick.
Carl pinches each of Lara’s little palms between thumb and
forefinger, so delicate, lifting her like a tiny ballerina. Mandy’s colossal clit holds her in place for
a moment, then it exits with a sudden pop.
She cries out, her vulva throbbing painfully as Carl lifts her higher.
“God. That toy was
incredible. You were incredible!” Mandy starts to sit up, but Carl eases her
back down, making intimate little shushing noises. “The way it was squeezing me, vibrating like
it was alive—I’ve never felt anything like it before. Where did you get that toy anyway?”
Carl’s eyes seem to burn, as he appraises the trembling
little woman laying across his palm.
“Oh, this? It was just lying
around. You wouldn’t believe how easy it
was to acquire. Or how cheap.”
Lara wants to hide, wants to disappear, to shrink away to
nothing. How had she ever convinced
herself it was love, what she felt for him.
That he might feel it too. It’s
clear now. He wanted her heart, but just
to know she would give it. To take it
from her, wear it like a medal on his chest.
And even now, with his conquest won, she can see he’s getting bored of
her.
“Hey. Mandy.” His voice is so soft, so kind. Lara can feel microscopic tears welling in
the corners of her eyes. “I really want
to fuck you.”
“Yeah?” Her sequoia
thighs tense eagerly in the dark. “I
want that, too. Are you… going to use
the toy again?”
His hand squeezes shut around her, rough, like he’d rather
not be holding her anymore. “No. We’re done with it. Single use only. Here, give me a minute. I’m going to throw it in the trash.”
Lara is seized with animal panic, but there’s nowhere to go,
no way out. She’s so weak, can’t even
make herself fight, can’t even scream.
The mattress springs squeak, and she hears her roommate
moving, flinches instinctively at the sheer knowledge of her immensity in
motion. “Can I see it first? Please.
I’m really curious what it looks like.
I can’t imagine what could possibly have made me feel that good.”
Carl’s hand tightens dangerously. Suddenly light is filtering through his
fingertips. “Mandy, turn it off. Lie back down.”
“No, come on. Let me
see? You said tonight was all about me,
and I want to see. So…?” She giggles playfully.
There is horrendous motion, as Carl tries to keep her away,
but she’s insistent. Then it’s much too
bright, and Carl’s face is snarling down at her. She can see the word on his lips, read his
intention before, he even forms it. He’s
going to shout it, scream it in her face, make her too small to see, take away
everything. “SMALL-“
A giant feminine hand slaps at his cheek. She feels herself falling, falling, then
something soft grabs her from the air. Then
Mandy is staring down at her, face soft and giant as the moon, cradling her in
both hands.
“Lara? No. Is that… is that you?”
This giantess, this angel, this goddess, is looking at
her. Scared. Confused.
But so, so kind. Lara reaches for
her, trying to touch her, like trying to touch the face of God, wanting the
release, wanting the Grace. But then
it’s too much. The darkness edges in at
the corners of her vision. Everything
goes black.
She isn’t aware of time passing, isn’t aware of anything,
until she feels heavenly warmth on her face, smells something sweet and
fruity. Apricots.
She blinks.
“It’s okay. You’re
safe. Don’t try to stand up. But, can you show me you understand?”
Weakly, Lara lifts her hand, waves it. They aren’t real apricots. It’s artificial. Waxy.
Candles. She bought them for Mandy
last Christmas. Scented. That explains the heat too. She groans, rolling toward the sound of
breathing.
Mandy is there.
Smiling, tentatively. Too
big. Too big.
“Don’t be scared. I
won’t hurt you. Um, I’m going to pick
you up now, so we can talk. Okay?”
Lara hesitates, then nods.
Mandy is so gentle. Her hands
soft, the faint scent of lavender moisturizer.
“He’s gone, okay? You’re safe
now. It’s just you, and me.”
She takes a deep breath, clears her throat. It takes her a long time to remember
words. “What… happened?”
Mandy’s giant lips turn down, the difference between a smile
and a frown half the length of Lara’s body.
“I threw him out, the bastard. He
had no right to do this to you. We’d
talked about asking you, sometime? If
you wanted to, you know… play?” Her
roommate looks faintly embarrassed. “But
not like this. He’ll never show his face
around here again, if he knows what’s good for him. So.
You’re safe Lara. He’s gone, and
he’s never coming back.”
“Can you fix it?”
Lara is so sleepy. She doubts
Mandy can even hear her, but her roommate seems to get the gist.
“Carl told me what happened, how he did it. It’s meant to be one-way. He said he isn’t sure when it’ll wear
off. Or, um, if it ever will.” The giantess shakes her head sadly. “Why did you have to ‘give yourself’ to him,
Lara? That’s powerful.”
She feels herself starting to cry, a cynical part of her
amazed she has any tears left. The
despair is so heavy that she can’t even breathe, but then a fingertip touches
her tiny cheek, and she’s hugging it with both arms, with every bit of strength
in her body.
“You’ll be okay, I promise.
No matter how long it takes, I’ll keep you safe, and happy, and warm. I’ll make sure you feel as good as you made me
feel, every single day.”
Lara isn’t sure what Mandy means by this. But she’s blushing.
“You know. You really
were incredible. Earlier.” The fingertip is sliding lower down Lara’s body.
Lara’s mouth opens.
She tries to speak, isn’t sure if words come out or not. She suddenly knows it doesn’t matter.
“Did you like it too, sweetie?” The finger, almost bigger than her entire
body, spreading her legs apart.
Lara doesn’t resist. She’s
too tired to resist. “Ooo! I think you did Yes you did!”
Mandy is smiling.
It’s a friendly, caring smile, but a dark smile too. A hungry smile.
“Things will be good.
You’ll see. Better than before,
even. Because, you were always a wonderful
roommate to me, Lara?” Mandy’s face
recedes in the distance, as she slides Lara’s limp little body down her giant
chest, past her navel. Toward the darkness
again. “But I think you make an even
better toy.”
