Give Yourself to Me - Chapter 22

Lily had been busy.

The studio was filled with boxes, supplies for the various scenarios she’d planned out. After her little “sexy teacher” roleplay had worked out so well, she was bursting with ideas. Tommy’s mental malleability had opened up an entirely new dimension of domination for her to explore, one in which she wasn’t just sculpting his body (now a delectably tiny three feet tall), but sculpting his reality. She loved being his Mommy, but this new development opened up an entire universe of possibilities for them, allowing her to try on different ways of relating to her husband for a time, assuming new relationships like a costume.

Of course, every relationship would be one in which he was unquestionably under her control.

“Mommy, I can’t do it.” That sentence, in Tommy’s pathetic, whining voice, was Lily’s favorite. She turned with a smile to see her darling boy sitting on the floor, delicate little arms holding a manual air pump hooked up to an inflatable kiddie pool. He’d barely gotten any air into it at all before he’d given up.

“That’s okay darling. Here, let Mommy do it.” She lifted up the kiddie pool and let the hose of the pump slip off, bringing the plastic nozzle to her lips. Even at her size, blowing the pool up with just her lungs would be slow and tiring, but it was about the theater of it. She was showing off for her baby, showing how she could do something bare-handed that he couldn’t manage with a tool. 

Of course, that was getting less impressive every day, given just how few things Tommy was capable of handling himself anymore. She idly wondered how much of that really was a complete loss of strength, and how much of it was the same suggestibility that she was now playing with. To be sure, his little toothpick arms certainly looked weak, but so weak that he couldn’t even open doors or brush her hair? Lily wasn’t sure, though in the end, she supposed it didn’t matter; whether the impediment was physical or mental, he was a helpless little boy who needed his Mommy, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Before long, the kiddie pool was inflated, and a garden hose run in from outside was filling it up.

“Are you doing like, a swimsuit stream or something, Mommy?”

“Mm, something like that. But probably not how you’re thinking.” The pool would probably explode under the weight of her body, and even if it didn’t, nearly her entire body would be hanging out over the edges of it.

With the pool filled, Lily picked Tommy up, squeezing him tightly against her breasts as she nuzzled his face.

“Never forget how much Mommy loves you, sweetheart.”

“I won’t, I promise.” Tommy’s voice was a lilting sigh, intoxicated with the bliss of her attention.

“No matter where you go, no matter what happens to you, Mommy is loving you and caring for you. Even if she feels far away, she’s always close by. She’s always protecting you and looking out for you. Do you trust me sweetie?”

“Of course!”

“Good.” With that, she held him out and dropped him into the pool with a splash.

  *

Tom sputtered and coughed as the waves washed over him.

He’d found… land? It was like no beach he’d ever seen. In place of sand, there was just strange, blue earth, painted with starfish and octopi. It was soft and pliant to his touch, yet grew firmer the harder he pushed. It almost reminded him of—

“My goodness, are you alright?” The voice was beautiful and melodic. He was so battered and weak from his time lost at sea that he couldn’t even sit up, but the soothing tones of the voice gave him just enough strength to turn his head, rolling his eye toward the source of it.

This was it then. He was dead, and an angel was here to usher him to Heaven. That’s the only thing that could explain the impossible beauty looming over him, the crystal-green eyes, the long, sweeping waves of red hair tumbling down onto him and into the water, the flawless, creamy skin (his heart ached for the strength to pick himself up and feel it under his fingers). 

His brow furrowed as another detail slowly came into relief in his exhausted mind: this otherworldly angel was also gigantic. He’d no sooner registered that fact than hands the size of his torso gingerly encircled him and pulled him off the strange blue beach. The massive creature rolled onto her back, holding him aloft and giving him the opportunity to drink in the sight of her.

He was definitely dead.

From the waist up, she was almost completely naked, save for a pair of shells on her chest. They offered only the barest gesture toward modesty, as her heaving bosom was so large that far more of it remained exposed than concealed. Her beauty was at once overwhelming and restorative, and the longer he drank her in, the more he felt the life returning to his cold, wet body.

His eyes traveled downward, past the enticing softness of her belly, and landed on… scales. Shimmering turquoise scales, coating hips wider than he’d ever seen before, hips wider than he thought a woman could possibly have.

But then, it was now abundantly clear that he wasn’t looking at a woman, but a mermaid.

She lowered him onto her, squeezing him tightly as ran her fingers through his hair. Jolts of comfort and pleasure flowed through him at her embrace. It felt like… Like home.

“You poor thing! You poor, darling little thing! We saw the shipwreck two days ago, but we didn’t think there were any survivors! Have you been adrift all this time?”

The comfort of her body was resurfacing his exhaustion, but he fought to stay awake. “Where… where am I?”

“You’re safe, darling.” The words punctured deep into his mind. He’d heard stories of creatures like this, who tempted sailors to their death. If that’s what was happening, he couldn’t say he minded much. Dying at the hand of this beautiful giant certainly beat drowning in the sea. But at the same time… if she was going to kill him, she was certainly taking her time.

“Here, drink.” She sat up, cradling him with one arm as another reached for a glass of water; he didn’t know mermaids had drinking glasses. She put the rim to his lips and tilted it back slowly as he sipped weakly at it for a moment.

“How… are you so big?”

The mermaid giggled. “That’s your first question? Well, it’s easy enough to answer. Lots of creatures of the sea are big, it’s just how we are. Think of whales, or krakens. Compared to them, I’m not really all that big at all.”

“I… I guess that makes sense.”

“You’ve been through an incredibly hard ordeal, little sailor. But everything is okay now. I’ll nurse you back to health, and when you’re ready, I’ll get you back to the mainland. But for now, what you need is rest. You must feel so tired, but all this excitement must have your heart pumping. Let me do something to relax you.” Her massive, well-manicured fingers (they had manicures under the sea?) slipped under his clothes and began to peel them off.

“Wh-what are you doing?!”

“Getting you out of these wet clothes, silly! Don’t you humans prefer to be dry?” in seconds, he was completely naked, too tired to be ashamed, even when the mermaid took note of the hardness between his legs.

“Mmm. It looks like you’re awful grateful that I found you, hm? No, no, darling, no need to blush. You just relax and let me tend to you.” Slowly, the mermaid laid back down, holding his naked form in the air. Slowly, she lowered him down, her enormous lips fully enveloping his own, the tip of her tongue forcing his mouth open as it wormed its way in. She eased the rest of him down against her chest, gently pushing and adjusting until his cock slipped between her breasts.The pleasure make him scream, though it was muffled by her tongue. With energy he didn’t even know he had, he began to buck his hips. The mermaid released him, his body draped across her chest and neck, and continued to kiss him as her hands kneaded her breasts, their endless flesh sliding against his cock. He came violently, his entire body convulsing in ecstasy as she quickly moved cradle him in her arms once more. The last of his energy spent, he the world around him began to darken.

“There now, little one. Sleep.”

  *

Lily reviewed the photos and footage with glee.

To be honest, she wasn’t sure how much her audience would go for this. The set wasn’t exactly a Hollywood production; it was nothing more than the kiddie pool, a “tropical island” backdrop, and a speaker playing ocean sounds. Her costume was essentially a cheap Halloween “sexy mermaid” get-up, though it was more expensive than it looked since she’d had to custom-order it. That was all she needed to lull Tommy into the fantasy, but she was less sure about the viewers at home.

Then again, at the end of the day it was footage of the world’s largest sexpot giving her shrunken husband a tit-job. There was probably a pretty high floor on how popular that could be.

She picked her head up from her monitor as she heard tiny footsteps approaching.

“Well, look who’s up from his nap! Did you sleep well, baby?”

Tommy seemed groggy and confused. “Um. Yeah. I don’t really remember falling asleep. I think I… I think I had a dream about you.” He turned to look at the barebones “set” he’d been immersed within an hour earlier, squinting as he tried and failed to put two and two together.

Smiling impishly, Lily rolled her office chair over to him, utterly towering over him even sitting down. “You’ll have to tell me all about, baby. But later. Right now, could you help Mommy clean up? Go get a bucket so I can start getting this water out of here.”

“Yes, Mommy.”

As he left, Lily pulled open a notepad document filled with her other ideas.

Which one should they try tomorrow?

  *

Clone 201513 gazed out at the stars.

The ship was in its 9th year of travel. One more and it would be arriving at the space station orbiting Alpha Centauri. Sending anything that far in such a short span of time was a monumental undertaking, and the ship’s original load had to be calculated down to the ounce. That was why it had only two passengers: himself, and Dr. Lilith Chambers.

Of course, Dr. Chambers was the only real passenger; it was her expertise they needed in Alpha Centauri. But asking anyone to spend ten years isolated on a starship was too much. She would arrive at her destination only after having utterly lost her mind. So, Clone 201513 was created, and assigned as her companion.

But, again, every ounce counted. And that’s why Clone 201513 was only 22 inches tall.

A shadow fell over him, and he turned to gaze up at the towering form of the doctor. Well, towering to him anyway. She was of course only 4’11”, but that was still large enough that he was only a little taller than her knee, which was currently exposed. She was wearing nothing but her underwear and a lab coat; not much point in modesty when they were so isolated. In fact, the only odd part was that she was bothering to wear her coat.

He was, in effect, Dr. Chambers’ slave. It was his duty to do anything and everything she needed to feel comfortable during the voyage. If he performed his duties well, then he would be grown to a human adult size upon landing and granted his full freedom. If he didn’t… well, no reason to dwell on it, because Dr. Chambers loved him.

And he loved her, too.

“Come along, Twenty.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He followed obediently as she led him through to her cabin. He had his own quarters elsewhere on the ship, with accommodations scaled to his tiny body, but he hadn’t bothered visiting it in years. Dr. Chambers slid her underwear down her legs before sitting on the edge of her cot. Seated like this, her clitoris was just slightly out of reach for 201513’s mouth, which is why she gently wrapped her hands around his wrists and lifted him a few inches into the air. Feet dangling, he set to work performing his duty, sucking and licking, taking pride in the grunts and moans of pleasure. The doctor was always so composed, so curt, that he couldn’t help but take joy in being able to bring out a more animalistic side of her like this. Plus, if he did well, she’d reward him, and he was quite fond of her rewards. She screamed in agonizing rapture as he worked his tongue over her clit, sucking it rhythmically.until she erupted, fluid spraying over his face and running down his body.

As her breathing slowed, she lifted him up higher and laid down, cuddling him like a stuffed animal.

“You’re so fucking good at that, Twenty.”

“I’m glad to hear you enjoyed it.”

“I’ve been wanting to talk to you. When we land at… shit, what was it…”

201513 cocked an eyebrow. “Alpha Centauri? How did you forget?”

“Right, that! Listen, you, after what you just did to me I’m lucky I can remember my name. But, anyway… when we land at Alpha Centauri…” It was strange; she still spoke the words as though she weren’t familiar with them. “...I want us to stay together.”

“Of course, Doctor! I… I love you!” Technically, it was illegal for him to admit that, but anyone who’d care was literally lightyears away.

“I love you too, Twenty. But… well. I know how much you were looking forward to getting your freedom, and being made full-sized. But… what if I wanted things to carry on the way they are?”

“...What do you mean?”

“I mean, that… I like having you as my tiny servant. I love you, but I love… you, not the thing you want to turn into. I mean, no, that’s not the right way to say it. I’ll love you no matter what. But… it would make me very happy if you opted not to grow, if you opted to remain in my possession.

201513 went silent, considering her words. He had imagined that he’d get full rights as a human being, the full size of a human being, and then propose to the doctor. But now… that wasn’t what she wanted?

The thought gave him pause for a moment. But only a moment.

“All I want is to please you, Doctor. If I wasn’t your servant, I’d willingly serve you anyway. If you prefer me like this… Then I prefer myself like this, too.”

She squeezed him tightly before maneuvering him onto his back, straddling his tiny form, each of her thighs alone bigger than his entire body.

“Let me show you how much that means to me, Tommy.” She paused. “I mean, Twenty.”

  *

Lily shook her head.

No more sci-fi stuff. I don’t have the head for it. The sex footage was still plenty hot, but she was embarrassed by how much she was stumbling over all the technobabble.Maybe no one cared but her? But she did care, and that was all that mattered. She went through her list and deleted a few ideas.

What next, what next. Something simpler to put together, for sure. She looked around at all the cut up and painted hunks of cardboard she’d used to make something resembling a spaceship set, along with the projector showing a night sky; considering this was functionally a one-person operation and the sex was the important part, she had definitely gone overboard with it.

She skimmed her list, waiting for something to jump out at her. Her eyes lit up when they found the right entry, and she immediately navigated over to Amazon to start ordering what she’d need.

  *

Tom approached the cave trepidatiously.

The hike up the mountain had been long and hard. With every step, he’d had to fight the urge to turn back. This was for the good of the village, he told himself over and over as he climbed.

And now, he was here, the mouth of the cave exactly where he was told he’d find it. Inside was the shrine of the Mountain Goddess, the deity that protected his village. She was a kind and generous goddess, but she had exactly one demand she made of his people: once a generation, they had to sacrifice a man to her. A man who willingly climbed the mountain, knelt at her altar, and took his own life.

He trembled as he entered the cave. It was cool inside. At least I won’t die uncomfortable, I guess. On the floor was the pelt of a massive grizzly bear. Maybe the bears had to sacrifice themselves as well?

He ventured deeper into cave, finding a few lit torches faintly illuminating the main chamber. There in the middle was the stone altar, though it was oddly pristine; no blood or other signs of the sacrifices made upon it. He swallowed, his knees weak as he took one slow, trembling step after another towards it, unsheathing his hunting knife as he drew close to it.

“Kind of scrawny, aren’t you?”

Tom dropped his knife with a clatter, collapsing in terror and scooting himself toward a wall as he looked about in the dark to find the source of the voice. He heard a soft, deep thud, followed by another, and then, slowly, a form began to emerge from the dark.

The Mountain Goddess. Fifteen feet tall, maybe more. Her body the divine ideal of womanhood, draped in more bearskins. She probably had more hair than every girl in the village combined, and it shined a stunning crimson when the light of the fire caught it.

“I mean, really, look at you! You’re so small! Hardly an ounce of meat on your bones. Is this all the village thinks of me these days?”

Meat…? Was she… was she planning to eat him? 

“I’m sorry, Goddess. So sorry that, that, that I don’t please you.” He prostrated himself before her, quivering as he pressed his face into the dirt.

“Well, at least you have manners. That’s something. But still, your forefathers used to send me some real hunks! How have I ended up with the runt of the litter this time?”

“Th-that’s… Um, that’s exactly why I was chosen, Goddess. I’m not strong enough to work, so. So everyone decided that the only way I could serve the village was to be the sacrifice.

“That’s… wait, what? Sacrifice?”

“Y-yes, Goddess, the sacrifice you demand of us, I—Ah!!” Tom yelped as she lifted him into the air, to hold him face to face. Maybe this was how she killed her sacrifices, simply making them die of fright.

“What exactly were you told, little man?”

“Th-that… That I was to come up here and, and slay myself on your altar.”

“What on Earth are they saying about me down there?! No, no, no. Why would I want that?”

“I… I don’t know. Don’t you demand it from us each generation? I remember when I was a child, a man was sent up to you and never returned.”

The Goddess adjusted her grip on him, holding the back of his shirt like the scruff of a puppy’s neck as she pinched the bridge of her nose. “He didn’t return because he was my consort. That’s the pact I made with your ancestors! I would protect your village so long as you supplied me with a new husband every time my previous one passed on! Who turned that into sacrifices!?”

“I, I-I don’t know, Goddess. I’ve, I’ve never heard that before.”

“Well, that certainly explains why you’re the one they sent.” She sighed and set him down, putting her hands on her hips as she considered what to do with him.

“I’m so sorry, Goddess! I’ll go back down to the village and explain, I’m sure they’ll send someone more worthy than me.”

“No, no, just hold on. They really sent you up here to get rid of you?”

Tom paused before answering; she wasn’t wrong, but he had been trying to avoid thinking about it in those terms. “Yes, Goddess.”

“Well, that won’t do. How could you go on living down there knowing how little they think of you?... Alright, I’ll tell you what. Now that you understand things, are you still willing to represent your village to me? Are you prepared to be your generation’s consort to the Goddess?”

“I!...” Tom blushed furiously. “I’m, certainly not worthy of that kind of honor.”

“Well, let’s find out how worthy you are. Let’s call it an audition.” The Mountain Goddess began to disrobe; Tom blushed harder and averted his. “Come on now, none of that. How can you be my consort if you’re not even going to look at me?” Slowly, he turned back toward her, his awe taking on entirely new dimension as he drank in her flawless naked form. Bear pelts pooled around her feet; there was no question in his mind that the giant goddess had slain each of them by hand, as easily as he might wrangle a small dog.

The goddess laid back and spread her legs. “Well?”

Swallowing, beads of sweat forming all over him, Tom approached her slowly. He reached to start removing his trousers, but she shook her head.

“I don’t know what you have down there, but I guarantee it’s not big enough. Use your hand.”

Nodding, Tom knelt down, marving at the way her knees overtook him in height. His hand shook as he slowly reached toward her womanhood, before he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

You won’t impress her by being meek. If you want this, prove it to her. He inserted his hand inside of her and she sighed happily.

“More.”

He pushed deeper inside of her.

“More!”

Deeper still, up to his elbow. He began to work his arm back and forth inside of her, stroking and caressing her with his fingers as he pumped his shoulder.

He was deeply humbled by her words of approval, even if she was shouting them so loudly that it hurt his ears.

  *

Lily loved her baby so much.

It was late. She should’ve taken Tommy’s cue and fallen asleep hours ago, but for some reason she just couldn’t bring himself to take her eyes off the sleeping little man in her arms, couldn’t stop gently massaging his scalp with her fingers.

Maybe it was all this roleplay they’d been doing this week. She’d been spending plenty of time with Tom the Sailor, with Twenty, with Tom the Village Sacrifice. She’d been his teacher, his boss, his god, his babysitter, his prison warden, his savior… but she hadn’t really spent much time being his Mommy. 

Maybe she’d had her fun with all of this. A pang of guilt suddenly started to creep into her heart. Was it right, manipulating him like this? He certainly wasn’t complaining, but… the magic existed to turn her into his Mommy, and him into her little boy. Was she taking advantage of the mental effects of it for her own fun? Maybe… Maybe she hadn’t been a very good Mommy to him this week. The thought troubled her.

Alright then. That was it. No more elaborate scenarios, no more hypnotizing him into seeing her as someone else. This new vulnerability existed to give her a new means to nurture and protect him, not to treat him like a literal dress-up doll.

How, then? What could she do to use his suggestibility to pamper him, to fill his tiny little head and heart with joy and peace? Instead of using this new development to take a break from being his Mommy, how could she use it to become his Mommy even more than she already was?

…Ah.

She knew just the thing.