Give Yourself to Me - Chapter 21

Lily considered the question thoughtfully.

She was streaming. Seated in her throne (her hips were starting to push uncomfortably against the sides of it), Tommy sitting on her thigh. She had one arm loosely wrapped around him and idly stroked his head with one hand as she thought, her palm nearly spanning the entire breadth of his cranium. His hair had shrunken along with the rest of him, and it felt so fine to the touch now. It was a bizarre but pleasant sensation.

She was wearing a flowy, knee-length skirt, along with a tight black and white U-neck blouse that flaunted the endless expanse of her breasts. Earlier, she’d shown off how a ruler wasn’t long enough to measure her tits, and the tip of it was still sticking out of her cleavage while she stared up at the ceiling, thinking about how to answer.

Someone in the chat had asked how she and Tommy had met. She could just tell the truth; he was a linebacker on the high school football team, she was a wannabe scene girl doing photography for the school paper, she instantly got a crush on him when she realized what a soft-hearted sweetheart he was. But… sharing details about their personal lives with her audience felt a little invasive. Plus, did that story really suit the persona she’d cultivated? Did any of them really want to hear about her being a shy, lovesick teenager that hoped the handsome football player would notice her? They were here to see her be a domme, right? So, maybe she should make something up that suited that role a little better?

“I met Tommy…” she started slowly, hoping her mind would find the words to continue the sentence as she went. “...Just about a year ago.” She shot him a brief look, hoping to communicate to him to go along with the story. He was nuzzling so much against her hand that she wasn’t even sure if he was paying attention to what she was saying.

“If you’re a new subscriber, you might not realize just how small I used to be. Nowhere near as little as Tommy is these days, of course.” She pulled him toward her, his tiny head squishing against her breast, completely dwarfed by it. “But still, I was a pretty dinky little thing! If you scroll back to the first pictures on my page, you’ll see that I was barely even five feet tall. But I guess… I guess I’ve always had sort of a mothering, nurturing instinct. I wanted so badly to have a little thing to take care of.” That was sort of true, though of course Lily had never really understood that about herself until all this started. “I tried getting a pet a few times, but something about it didn’t quite feel right. I guess, deep down, I didn’t want to  be a pet owner, I wanted to be a Mommy.”

The chat feed was a blazing blur of comments, mostly emojis showing sympathy. 

“And then, I bumped into Tommy here on the street. He used to be a pretty big, strapping man, you know. Again, go look at the older pictures if you don’t believe me. But the poor guy, he’d just lost his job, just got kicked out of his apartment. He was spending some of the last dollars in his bank account on a coffee, because he needed something to help him get through the day. He seemed so sad and so lonely, like he so badly needed someone to take care of him. I think I probably annoyed him at first, sitting down at this table and flirting with him when he was feeling so down.”

She lightly tapped him on the nose and he laughed, turning to the camera. “I really wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone that day, but even back then, Mommy was just so beautiful and so… warm, that I guess I couldn’t help but start to fall for her.”

Lily grinned at Tommy’s willingness to help. “I ended up taking you home and cooking you dinner, the first real meal you’d had in weeks. I wanted to kiss you so badly that first night, but I didn’t want you to feel like I was taking advantage of you.” She turned back to the camera, winking. “I didn’t know at that point that he liked it when I took advantage of him.” Tommy blushed and hid his face in her breast.

“I don’t think either of us knew that you were moving in permanently that day, but you were. It was so sweet how you tried to be a gentleman at first. You tried to insist on sleeping on the couch, but I made it clear that we were in my house, and that meant you had to follow my rules, and I wanted you in bed with me.” She smiled, the fantasy real enough in her mind’s eye that it was actually starting to turn her on. “I remember seeing the bulge in your pants when I laid down the law like that, and I immediately knew that this was something I wanted forever. I wasn’t quite your Mommy yet, but your body was craving it, wasn’t it sweetie?”

“Yes, Mommy. And… it’s never stopped craving it.”

“We got married after only a few months, and I helped Tommy find a job. Of course, I missed my baby when he was away. I wished I made enough that he could be a house-husband, that he’d be around all day for me to pamper and nurture and tease.” She emphasized the word “tease” by gently squeezing his crotch, giggling at the sharp shriek he let out in response. “And I guess that’s when the magic started to kick in, and you all know the rest!”

The stream went on a little longer, but after all that, Lily was getting anxious for some alone time with her baby. She picked Tommy up, cradling him in one arm as she reached to hit the stop button, then whipped his shirt off and started planting kisses all over his lithe, tiny frame. He alternatingly laughed and moaned as she probed different parts of his torso with her tongue and lips while she carried him out of the studio and down the hall toward the bedroom.

“Thanks for going along with that story, baby,” she said, taking a break from kissing him to navigate the stairs. He cocked his head and looked at her in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

Her own look of confusion matched his.

“The… the story, we just told on the stream.”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“I’m… I’m saying thank you for picking up what I was doing and going along with it.”

“...Why wouldn’t I go along with it? It’s the story of how we met.”

Lily stopped, halfway up the stairs, and adjusted her grip on her husband, hooking her hands under his armpits to hold him out at arm’s length.

“Tommy… Almost none of that was true.” He furrowed his brow, looking deeply perplexed. “Sweetie, we met in high school. We’ve known each other for 15 years. We’ve been married for seven.”

“Oh… oh, right, yeah, of course.” His voice was unsteady, lacking confidence. “I guess I just got confused. Sorry, obviously, right, that’s right.”

“Are you feeling okay, baby?” She set him down a few steps ahead of her and placed the back of her hand on his forehead. He didn’t seem feverish… So, what then?

“I’m fine, Mommy! I just got confused, like I said.”

Lily crossed her arms, putting a hand over her mouth as she thought. She took a few steps backward to lower herself a bit closer to Tommy’s eye level, her train of thought almost derailed by the pitiful little look he gave her as she increased the distance between them.

This warranted some experimentation.

“Actually, baby, we’ve only been married five years.”

Tommy looked at her, brow furrowed once more, the gears behind his eyes clearly whirring at full capacity.

“Five… um… is that right?”

“I dunno, sweetie. What do you think? You should know how long you’ve been married to your wife, right?”

“Of course! I know! It’s um… Uh. Well, ‘seven’ sounded right, but… now I’m  second-guessing it. Has it only been five?”

“What year did we get married?”

“2017!” Tommy was eager, seeming happy to get a question he felt more confident about.

“And what year is it now?”

“2024.”

“So? How long has it been?”

The answer was obvious, but still, he hesitated for a moment. “S-seven. Seven years.”

“No, sweetie. It’s only been five. Count again.”

She watched, fascinated, as he concentrated intently, extending his fingers one at a time as he softly mumbled the name of each successive year. 

As soon as he had all five fingers of his left hand splayed out, he froze, eyes darting back and forth as he struggled to think things through.

“Um. Right, you’re right. I’m sorry, Mommy, that’s only five years.”

Lily’s eyes got wide as he capitulated.

Was this a new effect of the magic? Had he become so submissive, so obedient, that… that… 

She was getting too wet to articulate exactly what was happening. Her breathing quickening, she made a peace sign and held it up to him.

“How many fingers am I holding up, Tommy?”

He looked at her hand, then at her, and then at her hand again. “Two.”

“No. You’re wrong. I’m holding up three.”

He stared at her hand intently. He didn’t seem upset, or like he was choosing to accept her lie over the obvious truth in front of his face. It was more like her blatant contradiction of the facts was confusing him, like he wasn’t sure whether to believe what was plainly before him, or to believe her.

“...Yes, Mommy.”

“Yes what?”

“You’re holding up three fingers.”

She inhaled sharply. “Count them for me.”

“Um… Okay. One.” He pointed to her index finger, the edge of his tiny nail poking into her fingertip. “Two.” He did the same with her middle finger, and then he stopped. Looking back and forth between her fingers, a faint sign of distress showing on his face, before finally…

“Three.” He tapped her index finger again.

She fought the impulse to tear his pants off and blow him then and there; kneeling on the marble staircase would be uncomfortable, and their bed was only a dozen or so steps away. Instead, she scooped him and began smothering him in kisses again, punctuating each with a breathless, lustful “good boy.”

Tommy was a good boy. In fact, he was such a good boy now that he trusted his Mommy more than the material reality around him.

Lily needed to be cautious; this was more power over her husband than even she had ever imagined.

But if she was careful, the two of them could have a lot of fun.

  *

Tommy groggily opened his eyes.

Something immediately felt off; the warm softness of his Mommy, the dominant fixture of his mornings, was nowhere to be found. Instead, he was lying on her rock-hard mattress. Where was his Mommy? Hadn’t he been woken up by the sound of her voice?

“Tommy, come on!” She called from… downstairs? “We’re running late!”

Running late for what? He struggled to remember what they had planned for this morning. It was only 7 AM; they almost never got up this early these days. What was Mommy talking about?

Whatever it was, he didn’t want to disobey her. He started to scoot toward the edge of the bed, taking a deep breath when he remembered how far down it was. The bed was significantly taller than he was, and he was used to Mommy helping him down in the morning.

Should he call for her? No, he could do this. If she was upset at him for running late, he didn’t want to hold things up any longer.

“Coming, Mommy!”

Slowly, he shifted his weight over the edge, doing his best to grip onto the sheets. His body was light, but it was also weak, and it was taking every ounce of strength to ease himself downward.

Honestly, he was so light now—only about 20 pounds—that it might not even hurt if he fell. He had no interest in testing that theory, however.

As he finally managed to ease himself onto the floor, he heard Mommy’s heavy footfalls ascending the stairs. A second later, the door was open and there she was.

“Tommy!” she said, a very slight scold in her voice. “You aren’t even dressed yet! We’re going to be late for your first day!”

She immediately made for the closet, disappearing inside as she started picking out an outfit. Tommy felt guilty that she was frustrated with him, but at the same time, her complaint was strange. All of his clothes were in drawers and shelves that were well out of his reach; like any good little boy, he needed his Mommy to help dress him. So why was she expecting him to be fully dressed? She’d been acting a little strangely lately, and on top of that, Tommy had been feeling a little… out of sorts. He felt disoriented, in a way that he couldn’t quite seem to explain.

“What are we running late for, Mommy?”

Mommy’s head appeared through the closet door. “You don’t remember? It’s your first day of school today, baby!”

What?

…What?

Tommy was so dumbstruck that he just stood numbly as Mommy peeled off his pajamas and changed him into a pair of cargo shorts and a T-shirt. School? She was… she was taking him to school? That didn’t make any sense. Of course, he was a little boy, her little boy… but he wasn’t a literal child. Was this… some kind of humiliation thing? She was going to make him go through an entire school day among actual kids? No… that couldn’t be what she was thinking, right? Surely Mommy wasn’t going to make him be separated from her for the entire day. And… surely she wouldn’t try to make a bunch of schoolteachers and children play along with her weird game. That just wasn’t the kind of thing she did.

And yet, here she was, dressing him up, brushing his teeth, carrying him downstairs, giving him a little backpack and a brown sack lunch she’d prepared him, as well as some apple slices to eat in the car. He was filled with so much confusion, and so much dread, that he wasn’t even finding it within himself to ask questions. Had they really talked about this? She’d made it sound like they had, but… surely he’d remember something like this, right?

She strapped him into his carseat, and soon they were on the road. He looked out the window nervously. He… he should say something. This felt like a step too far. But… no, no, he was a good boy. He needed to be good.

Things got even more confusing as Tommy paid closer attention to where they were going. Mommy drove down their street and turned into a subdivision, doing a big loop around the block, before pulling out and… driving back toward their house?

“Did you forget something, Mommy?”

She shrugged and shook her head. “No, sweetie, this is the way to school.”

“...Oh. Okay.” What was going on?

A minute later, they were parked in their driveway once again.

“Phew! We made it just in time.”

“Huh?”

“I’ve got to go inside and get you registered, be a good boy and wait in the car, okay? Mommy loves you!” She leaned over and kissed him on the top of his head. The sudden affection, the warmth and presence of her body, temporarily washed away the confusion and unease he felt. His head was swimming in euphoria as she got out of the car and went inside.

It was a few minutes before the kiss started to wear off. Or, he thought it was a few minutes. It felt like, the smaller he got, the more of an impact Mommy’s affection had on him. It was almost as if he got a little high off of her touch. As a result, he’d begun to notice that it was getting harder and harder for him to keep track of time. In some ways, his entire life was starting to feel more dreamlike, like he was just floating through it, the gentle authority of his Mommy the only thing giving it any kind of structure at all.

Well, it was a good dream, so he really couldn’t complain.

Fifteen minutes passed, then thirty. An hour. The more Tommy “sobered up” from the kiss, the more worried he became. What was taking her so long? Something hadn’t happened, had it? He tried to move, but the straps of the car seat had him completely pinned down, and he wasn’t strong enough to release the buckles.

The door to the house swung open before these thoughts could fully grip him. Tommy grinned at the sight of his Mommy, but then his jaw slowly went slack as he fully absorbed the image of her.

Her outfit was completely different. Before, she’d been wearing sweatpants and a tight-fitting tanktop under an unzipped hoodie. She looked beautiful, like she always did, but it was an extremely casual look. Not anymore. Now, a black pencil skirt was stretched tightly over her ass and thighs, accompanied with dark stockings and heels. The tanktop had been replaced with a pale lavender button-up with black pinstripes, enough buttons undone to show off a generous amount of creamy cleavage. A pair of half-moon glasses sat low on her nose, and her hair was done up in a tall beehive, a few long ribbons of hair flowing off of it and cascading down her shoulders. Even through the windows of the truck, Tommy could hear the clacking of her heels against the pavement as she approached, opening the passenger door with a click.

“You must be Thomas Chambers! It’s so nice to meet you.”

“...Mommy?”

Mommy let out a soft, melodic giggle. “Oh, aren’t you a cutie? But no, I’m not your Mommy, sweetheart. My name is Miss Lily, and starting today, I’m your new teacher!”

Tommy didn’t understand. This… this was his Mommy. She looked identical to her, and even had the same name! Plus… plus, they weren’t at a school, they were at their house! What on Earth was going on?

“I don’t understand. You… you’re my Mommy.”

“Ohh, sweetie, no. I’m not. Your Mommy had to run as soon as she got you registered for my class, but don’t worry, she’ll be back at the end of the day to pick you up. Here, let’s get you out of there and bring you inside.” Mommy, or… Miss Lily? Whoever she was, she reached in and unbuckled the car seat, gently lifting him out of it and setting him on the ground. 

“Hold my hand, sweetheart. I don’t want you getting lost while I take you to the classroom!”

Tommy had to stretch as high as he could to reach her hand; her size was yet another reason to think that, surely, this was his Mommy. No one else on Earth was as big as she was!... Right? It was so confusing. The touch of her hand even gave him the same warm, euphoric feelings.

“Are… are you sure you’re not my Mommy?”

“Mm-mm.” Miss Lily shook her head. “I promise, I’m not. Don’t worry if you’re confused, Tommy. Is it okay if I call you Tommy?”

“Yes, Miss…” He trailed off; bringing himself to say the name “Lily” was a struggle.

“Well, Tommy,” Miss Lily continued. “Sometimes, especially needy little boys have a hard time being away from their Mommies for the first time. They start to think about the first lady they see as their Mommy, because they’re insecure. Are you feeling insecure, sweetie?”

“Um… I guess so,” he said as he struggled to climb the front stoop of the house. There, finally, was a difference: Mommy would have picked him up, but Miss Lily just made him climb the oversized step on his own.

“Well, that’s perfectly natural. But don’t worry, I’m going to do my absolute best to make you feel cozy in my classroom.”

Miss Lily—as unbelievable as it seemed, Tommy was starting to accept that she must really not be his Mommy—guided him inside. That part still made no sense to him; why was her classroom in his house?

She guided him through the front rooms toward the back hallway, bringing him to the door to Mommy’s studio.

“Um. I’m not supposed to go in there without Mommy’s permission.”

“What are you talking about, sweetheart? This is my classroom.” Miss Lily pushed on the door, and it swung open to reveal… a classroom.

Or, something like it, at least.

On the far end of the room was a desk with an apple and various papers scattered about it. Behind that sat a whiteboard on an easel. Two empty school desks were sitting in the middle of the room. The back wall was covered in the kinds of decorations you’d expect of an elementary school classroom: posters extolling the value of reading, colorful cartoon arithmetic signs, and more.

In the back, a video camera was rolling, and multiple photo cameras were softly clicking away.

“Hello, class!” Miss Lily loudly announced as she strolled to the front of the room. “Today, we have a new student joining us.” She waved Tommy over, and even though she wasn’t (wasn’t?) his Mommy, he felt compelled to obey.

“Everyone say hello to Thomas Chambers!” she said to the empty room. She was answered by silence, making Tommy feel all the more confused and uncomfortable.

“Tommy, why don’t you take that desk right there in front?” she pointed to one of the only two desks in the room, and Tommy wandered over to it, confused.

The desk was big for him; it was probably meant for a high school or maybe even a college classroom, and climbing up into it was a struggle.

“Tommy, class has started. Please get into your seat.”

“Um, sorry, Miss Li-um… Ma’am. It’s just, usually, Mommy helps me get into chairs like this…”

“Your Mommy isn’t here, Thomas. You need to be a big boy while you’re in my classroom, alright?”

“B-but I’m not a big—”

“Everyone, please open your textbooks up to page 30.” Miss Lily grabbed a math book off of her desk and started reading it aloud. Tommy was starting to feel stressed out. Miss Lily looked like his Mommy, she sounded like his Mommy, and before her class had started, she’d given him all the same warm feelings has his Mommy… but she really wasn’t her. Didn’t Mommy explain to her that he was just a little boy, that he was too small and weak to do things on his own? He wished she was here.

With a burst of effort, Tommy managed to climb up into the seat. After a moment, Miss Lily stopped reading from the math book and looked over to him.

“Tommy? Where’s your textbook?”

“Um… I don’t have one…”

He flinched as Miss Lily loudly snapped her own book shut.

“Do you mean to tell me, Mr. Chambers, that you came to my class unprepared?”

“Um…! Uh!”

“That’s absolutely unacceptable. Come here.” He hesitated. “Come here!” With that, he scrambled back out of the chair and approached her. Her skirt was short enough that its hemline was over his head, his eyes level with the silky nylon wrapped around her thighs.

“Class,” Miss Lily said, once again addressing the empty room. “Since Mr. Chambers has chosen not to participate in the lessons today, I’m not going to be treating him as a student. Instead,” she crouched down and lifted him up, his entire body flinching as she quickly carried him through the air and set him on her desk. “I’m going to be treating him as an educational aid. Forget about the math lesson for now, we’re going to move on to sexual education.” She turned back toward Tommy. “Strip.”

“Wh-what?”

“Take off your clothes! You’re going to be my anatomical model for today.”

“O-oh. Um… okay…” he nervously began removing his shirt.

Miss Lily took a few steps toward him, closing the distance between them. Even standing on her desk, she towered over him, his face level with her exposed cleavage, rising and falling with each of breath. 

“You’re off to a very bad start today, Thomas. But it’s not too late for you fix things.” She hunched down, bringing her lips right to his ear. Her breath made his hairs stand on end as she whispered. “If you’re a good boy, you can still get a gold star. And I think you’ll like what happens to little boys that earn a gold star.”

Tommy swallowed, and moved to unbutton his pants.

He’d been naked on camera before, but he’d always had his Mommy there with him. Now, it was just him and Miss Lily, and it made him feel far more exposed.

“You’ll notice, class,” Miss Lily said, extending a telescopic pointer in her hands. “That despite being post-pubescent, nearly every part of Mr. Chambers’ body is underdeveloped. Hey!” She suddenly barked at one of the empty desks. “There will be no laughing. This is an educational environment, and I expect all of you to take this seriously.”

Tommy had no idea what was going on. Was Miss Lily… crazy? Why did she keep talking to thin air like that? Or… or was Tommy the one who was mistaken. He’d already confused Miss Lily for his Mommy. What if he was misunderstanding other things about the situation, too? What if… what if he really was at a school, and not in Lily’s photostudio?

“I’m sorry about them, Tommy,” Miss Lily said, turning her attention back to him. “It’s not very nice of them to laugh at you like that, just because you’re so little and frail.”

Were… were there really other people in the room? People that were laughing at him? He couldn’t see them, or hear them, but… well, couldn’t he? His vision started to blur, and the cameras in the back of the room seemed to fade into the wall, which itself almost seemed to stretch away from him. Were there really only two desks in here, or were there two dozen? And… if he really, really looked, couldn’t he see the people sitting in them? Pointing and laughing at him, amused by how tiny and delicate he was?

Blood began to rush into his cheeks. And into his penis.

The touch of cold metal suddenly grabbed his attention, as Miss Lily’s pointer tapped his collarbone. “Now, as I was saying. Other than his obvious lack of stature, Mr. Chambers’ shoulders are extremely narrow, even for his size.” The pointer moved to his arm. “His biceps are extremely thin, with virtually no muscle mass whatsoever.” Then to his thigh. “The same goes for his quadriceps. You’ll also notice that he sports almost no visible body hair.

In Tommy’s head, the laughter was growing louder. Mommy liked how his body was now, and he was proud that it made her happy. But here, in this classroom… it was a point of humiliation.

“In fact, the only part of him that isn’t underdeveloped is this.” He gasped loudly as the pointer suddenly touched the underside of his dick, pressing up on it slightly. “His sexual organ is still rather small in absolute terms, but proportionate to his body it’s actually rather large. The pointer moved under his balls. 

“Tommy, would you like to show everyone how well your sexual organ works?”

“...Huh?”

“I’m asking you to masturbate for us, sweetheart. Oh, but I suppose you’ll need some help with that, won’t you? Here.” Miss Lily started unbuttoning her top. “You can jerk off to my tits. If you do a good enough job, I’ll give you that gold star I told you about. And I’ll be sure to tell your Mommy what a good job you did in my class today.”

“Um…. Um…!”

“Thomas. Do as your teacher tells you. Jerk off to my big, round tits, so that I can let the class out and you and me can have a nice, long office hours session, okay?”

“Y… yes, Miss Lily.” He internally cringed as he said the name, before reaching down for his cock.