Give Yourself to Me - Chapter 20

Lily couldn’t believe it was hers.

She was standing in front of her and Tommy’s new home, carrying her husband on her hip. It wasn’t a “mansion” or anything—Lily didn’t see the point in paying for more space than they needed. It was certainly bigger than their old place, by more than double, but most of that was just accommodations for her increased scale. No, what was really taking her breath away was the craftsmanship that had gone into it. The exterior was gorgeous. Size aside, she really didn’t have any complaints about their old place, but it was essentially a big vinyl box that looked identical to every other house on the street. Their new home was a work of art, a bold architectural statement, a proud, striking mix of staggered steeples and huge windows, adorned in red brick. The yard was massive, a peach tree already growing to the side of the driveway. 

She turned to the architect, who wanted to be here when she finally saw the finished product—she was a little embarrassed to admit that she hadn’t bothered to learn his name.

“You did an incredible job, sweetie. This is… everything I could have dreamed, and more.”

“Oh, gosh…” The middle-aged man blushed and looked toward the ground, fidgeting with the envelope in his hands. “That’s very kind of you to say, ma’am. Would you like the tour?”

“Actually… would you mind if we showed ourselves around, instead?”

“Oh, uh… yes, of course!” Lily could sense the disappointment in his voice. Was it because he wanted to show off his handiwork some more?... No, Lily didn’t think so. The way he was leering at her, the occasional envious glance he was shooting at Tommy… he was disappointed that she was cutting their time together short! How cute!

“Um,” he said after a moment. “Here is the key, and, yeah, I will get out of your hair!” He offered Lily the envelope which she took in her free hand and passed to Tommy. 

“Thank you, again, for everything.” She reached out and patted him on the head; she was getting more and more comfortable with giving people little affectionate touches like that, and so far at least, it was positively received. The architect was no different. “If we ever want to build an extension we will call you immediately. Be a good boy until then, okay?”

“Uh, um, yes ma’am! Uh…” he continued stammering for a bit as Lily left him behind, strolling up the long sidewalk to the front door. This was one of Lily’s ideas, a little joke for visitors and delivery men. The house was set far back away from the road, and as the only developed lot on the street, it had no easy comparison points; it was hard to tell that it wasn’t a normally-scaled house. The edges of the sidewalk weren’t parallel, but instead diverged from one another, the walk widening the closer you got to the front porch. Hedges out near the street would be trimmed to a much smaller size than those up-close. The overall impression it gave was that the closer one got to the house, the smaller one became. 

The optical illusion was even working on Lily as she approached the front door. It almost felt like she was returning to a more normal size. Maybe even returning to a more petite size; she’d built a little room for her to grow into the house, and had to raise her legs up a bit more than she’d expected to climb the stone stairs leading up to the porch.

She was torn. On one hand, she needed things to be scaled up for her, for practicality’s sake if nothing else. But she also liked feeling big. Destroying every chair she sat in (even her throne was starting to show some noticeable wear) was a bit frustrating, but it was also empowering.

So, she’d done her best to include a few little touches to help her feel big, even at home.

She opened the massive, heavy wooden door (smiling at the thought of Tommy struggling with it—could he even reach the knob?) and stepped into the foyer.The house was extremely open on the inside, with few walls separating the downstairs rooms and high, vaulted ceilings everywhere.

She set Tommy down on the marble floor of the foyer. “Have a look around, baby!”

Just off the foyer was a sitting room, not much different than their old living room, minus a TV. It was filled with normal-sized furniture, furniture that was too big for Tommy and too small for Lily. That was deliberate. The room would be used for entertaining guests, or maybe for the occasional stream; anything that might involve other people, and in situations like that, Lily wanted to make sure the full weight of her size was conveyed. The expensive, overstuffed sofa wouldn’t be able to take much punishment from her enormous ass before it gave way… but that’s what her millions of dollars were for. It also featured one of the few doorways on the first floor, and this one wasn’t scaled up like the front door; Lily wanted visitors to get the full effect of seeing her hunch down to squeeze through it, though it didn’t lead anywhere she couldn’t access via a more comfortable route day-to-day.

Still, even though this room on its own seemed relatively normal, there was a strange sense that the scale of things was just… off, in places. Light switches were half-again bigger than normal, and mounted higher on the walls, high enough that anyone but Lily would have to reach up to them. The winding staircase leading to the second floor was at the same scale as the oversized steps outside. The few hallways the open floor plan had were nearly as wide as rooms—Lily didn’t want to feel claustrophobic in her own home, after all. A close observer would quickly see that the regular-sized sitting room was a figleaf, a concession to smaller people, a false reassurance that maybe the shrinking sensation of approaching the house could be disregarded.

It was perfect.

Lily was quiet, beaming happily as she ambled about the room, taking in all the beautiful details of the front area of the house—the carved wooden bannister supported by wrought-iron bars, the expensive chandelier hanging above the sitting room, the mottled texture of the walls, white with just the slightest kiss of blue mixed in. Eventually, Tommy started to wander out of the room, and Lily followed, hands behind her back, studying the look of wonder on his face with delight.

He led them straight into the kitchen. This space had no concessions for smaller people at all; Lily needed it functional, and that meant everything needed to be big. The room seemed to completely swallow Tommy, its dimensions so cavernous that he seemed utterly lost as he walked down the aisle between the sink and the island. He was still big enough to be taller than a normal countertop—barely—but the ones in this kitchen towered over him. Absolutely everything was out of his reach, save for the lower cabinets.

“When we were planning things out, I thought about asking the architect to make things a little more… accessible for you,” Lily said as Tommy gaped at the industrial oven, built for a busy restaurant but right at home here. “We could’ve hidden some steps in the cabinets, or made a two-tiered floor or something. But I decided against it. Do you know why?”

“Wh-why?”

“Because.” Lily grinned, closing the distance between them, drawing near enough that her husband disappeared beneath her bulging breasts, then doubled over at the waist, forcing him to crane his neck back as far as he could to meet her gaze. “I don’t want you to forget for one, single, solitary second that you, Thomas Chambers, are little. That you are Mommy’s. Little. Boy.”

“I-I won’t! I would never forget that, Mommy!”

“I know, sweetie. But little boys aren’t independent. They need their Mommies to take care of them! So why would I build a kitchen that would let you cook for yourself? Why would I build anything at all that didn’t reinforce that you, my sweet baby, are helpless, that you need Mommy to do everything for you?”

“B-but…” Oh my. Was Tommy actually going to argue with her? He hadn’t done that in over a month. “I… I don’t want to be a burden on you, Mommy.”

Lily’s teasing, superior grin melted into something more affectionate. “Oh, sweetheart…” She lifted him up, showering him in wet kisses before cradling him to her chest. “You could never be a burden to me. Taking care of you is the most important thing to me in the entire world. Being your Mommy makes me feel just as good as it makes you, and the less you can do on your own, the more I get to feel like your Mommy. I want you to feel ab-so-lute-ly powerless, and I want you to ask your big, strong, sexy Mommy to take care of everything you’re too small to do yourself.”

She cuddled him for a moment longer; she’d been teasing him about how addicted he’d become to her touch, but the truth was that she had just as hard of a time letting go of him. But they had a house to explore, so she set him down.

A dining room was located off of the kitchen, with a Lily-sized table and chair; Tommy exclusively ate from Lily’s lap these days, fed by his Mommy, so there was no sense having a separate seat for him. The room had enough space for a bigger table in the event that they ever had guests over, but there was no reason to have it out day-to-day. This room also sported a relatively low ceiling, one that Lily could easily press her palm against. It was a touch claustrophobic, but that was counterbalanced by the bay windows showing their endless backyard, and besides, it gave her a thrill to remind herself how just how much she could fill up a normal room.

Beyond that was the real living room, with custom-ordered furniture made for Lily. It almost looked like a blown-up duplicate of the front room, every sofa, chair, and table enlarged to accommodate Lily’s size and weight, a TV hanging where the front door would be. She’d also ordered a replica of her old favorite loveseat, but while it too was built to support her weight, she hadn’t gotten it scaled up; it was much more fun to sit in it and remember how much bigger it used to seem.

In back was a hall that led down to the couple’s work area. A large home office, consisting of an oversized desk and chair for Lily, and a normal-sized one for Tommy (which is to say, it was too big for him; if Tommy hadn’t downplayed how much he had to do to manage their money, Lily might’ve considered a more practical workstation for him). On the other side was the studio, a real, proper studio, the biggest room in the house by far, with more space than Lily could ever hope to use.

A few lightly decorated open areas filled in the extra space and gave the house its open feel, along with a laundry room and bathroom, and storage space near the garage. When they’d seen everything, Tommy headed back to the sitting room and approached the stairway to the second floor. Lily watched him with bemusement as he struggled to climb the nearly double-sized steps, each one nearly level with his waist. She let him clamber up the first one before intervening.

“Tommy, sweetie, what do we say when we’re too little to do something on our own?”

“Oh, um. Sorry. Will you help me, Mommy?”

Lily just stared at him expectantly, until, with a sudden rush of panic, he added a “Please?”

“Of course, pumpkin, come here.” She cradled him in her arms like a baby and ascended the stairs.

The second floor was considerably smaller—the less of it there was, the more vaulted ceilings they could have below. 

“This is our new bedroom!”

Much like the kitchen, the room was built exclusively for Lily’s needs, with no incongruities; in here, it was as though she were still a normal woman, with an even tinier husband. Along one wall was the entrance to a walk-in closet, itself bigger than Lily’s old office. Along another was a massive makeup vanity and hair-washing station, effectively a miniature salon—well, “miniature.” It was still built for a 7’8” woman who was planning to get even bigger. The third wall had the door to the master bathroom, fitted with a ten foot high shower stall and a bathtub the size of a jacuzzi.

And along the fourth wall was the bed.

Lily loved to feel big, but she was sick and tired of her limbs hanging off of the bed unless she curled up in a ball. This new bed was massive, scaled to be as big to her now as their old California King was to her at her original size, making it over ten feet long and almost just as wide. The bedframe was a hulking mass of carved oak, made by the same carpenter that had supplied her with her throne, which sat in an empty corner of the room. It was thick and heavy and big in every direction; not even Lily could move it on her own. That was, of course, exactly the point. Fucking her husband so hard they broke the bed was fun in theory, but at the end of the day, they needed a place to sleep.

Besides, she already had plans to set up a cheaper bedframe in the studio for that purpose.

Lily sat down on the edge of the bed and set Tommy down on top of it.

“What do you think, baby?”

“Um, it… it seems a little hard.” He wasn’t wrong; the mattress didn’t yield at all under his weight, nor under his hand as he pushed down into it. For Tommy, it probably felt as hard as a rock.

“It has to be that way, sweetie. I’m too heavy for anything else. See?” In contrast, the mattress was sinking normally under Lily’s butt. “Besides, it doesn’t have to be comfy for you. It’s my bed, not yours.”

“Wait… what? We. We don’t have the same bed anymore?”

Lily smiled and shook her head. “Nope. This one is made special for me, and we have one that’s made special for you, too.” She stopped herself from cracking up at how devastated he looked. “Is that a problem, sweetheart?”

“N-no, Mommy. We don’t have to sleep in the same bed if… if you don’t want to.” The poor baby! His voice was catching in his throat as he spoke, but he wouldn’t admit his disappointment to her.

Such a good boy.

“I think you’ll feel better about it once you see where you’re gonna sleep, baby. Here, scoot over.” Lily lifted her legs up onto the mattress and laid down, pulling Tom on top of her and resting his head against her breast.

“I’m your new bed, sweetheart. This is where you’re going to sleep every night.”

He sighed in contentment, nuzzling against her. “Thank you, Mommy.” What a cutie. He already slept on her belly or in her arms pretty much every night, and he was still reacting as if she’d just given him a gift. She reached up and lightly ran her fingernails up and down his back, eliciting more sighs of pleasure.

“Do you like the new house, pumpkin?”

“Mm-hm.”

“I like it too.” She continued to caress him, and realized after a few moments that his breathing had become soft and steady—he’d fallen asleep! God… he was more precious than she could bear sometimes.

She realized that there wasn’t any way to get up without risking waking him. She had some other things to take care of, but he was so peacefully curled up on top of her that the thought of rousing him seemed cruel beyond words.

You weigh less than a tenth of what I do and you still found a way to pin me, she thought with a smile.

Oh well. She might as well rest her eyes, too.

  *

Tommy came as soon as he could when he was called.

“What is it, Mommy?”

She handed him a hairbrush. “I want you to brush me out, pumpkin.” With a smile, she grabbed her throne and turned it toward the wall, sitting in it and tossing her hair over the back. It was so long now that it nearly reached the floor while she sat, and thick enough that it almost completely obscured the chairback. Despite its mass, it remained voluminous and bouncy; if it was straightened out, it would probably trail a full foot onto the floor, maybe more.

Tommy fidgeted nervously with the brush. “Um… isn’t that Ms. Kenner’s job?” Rosa Kenner—Rosie, Mommy called her, but of course Tommy was expected to refer to her more respectfully—was the hair stylist Mommy had hired to take care of her hair. Mommy’s hair was incredibly gorgeous, but there was so much of it now that it required constant care and attention.

“It’s Rosie’s day off, sweetie,” Lily responded, looking at him from over her shoulder. “Now come on, you know better than to argue when Mommy tells you to do something.”

“No, I’m not! I, um… I just… I don’t want to mess it up.”

“Oh, baby, you won’t! You’ll do a great job. Now come on, come pamper Mommy the way she pampers you.”

Tommy approached his wife nervously. The new house was so strange; with the room dimensions and so much of the furniture tailored to Lily’s scale, it sometimes felt less like she’d grown at all. At times, it was as though she was the same 4’9” she’d always been—albeit far more voluptuous—while Tommy had shrunken even more than he really had. To him, their bedroom wasn’t just luxuriously spacious, it was on its own the size of an apartment. Everything —the bed, the chairs, the vanity, and of course, Mommy herself—loomed high over his head.

It was, honestly, intimidating. No, it was terrifying. But it was also the exact kind of terror that turned him on. It was as though the house itself was constantly massaging the part of his brain that felt pleasure from feeling small, the same way Mommy would sometimes tease his cock, massaging in such a way to hold him right up to the edge of climax. The feeling was nowhere near as intense, but the gigantic scale of the house was similar in the way that it unceasingly pressed itself upon him. Just existing in this space made him feel small and helpless, made him desperate for the comforting, all-encompassing touch of his Mommy. And, luckily, she was almost never far away.

However, as he finished his trek across the room to her, he immediately realized a problem with her command. He was so small now that even seated, he had no hope of reaching the top of her head. Standing on his toes, he could barely even reach the top of the chair. That was a lot of hair that he just simply couldn’t reach.

Not wanting to fuss anymore than he already had, he resigned himself to simply brushing the hair that was within his grasp.

“Tommy, you’ve got to brush everything. Not just the parts that are easy to reach.”

“Um… I can’t.”

“What? What do you mean?”

“I… you’re too big, Mommy.”

“Too big?” Mommy turned in her seat, leaning over the back of it to stare down at him. Her face was serene and smiling, but her voice carried a tone of judgment that made Tommy shirk away from her. “Did I just hear you say that I’m too big? Would you prefer if I were smaller?”

“N-no! Of course not! You’re, you’re perfect, Mommy!”

“Perfect? So you don’t want me getting any bigger?”

“No, that’s not…! I didn’t!” She was teasing him, right? The look on her face seemed mischievous. But… what if it wasn’t? What if she was actually getting mad at him? Why couldn’t he just explain what he meant?!

“Just… I can’t reach,” he said, pleadingly.

“Ohhh, is that all? Gosh, you can’t, can you? I wasn’t thinking, sweetie, I’m sorry. Here, let Mommy help.” She rose  and stepped aside of the chair before easing her butt down the floor, fanning her hair behind her.

“Just be careful not to step on it, sweetie.”

Tommy immediately got to work. Even sitting on the floor, he had to stretch to reach the top of her head. As he ran the brush down her hair, strands longer than he was tall, he soon found it caught in a knot that didn’t seem to want to brush out.

“Use more force, baby. Remember, what feels like a lot of pressure to you is actually very light.”

Tommy did as instructed, putting his full force behind the brush, getting it to successfully continue gliding down the long, lazy river of hair before him. Mommy showed no reaction; just like she’d said, it felt to him like he was pulling far too hard, but apparently it wasn’t even enough to register for her.

Mommy’s hair was so pretty. Tommy stepped closer to her to continue working the brush through it, and soon found himself completely surrounded by her locks. The silky soft hairs felt smooth against his face, and as he breathed in, his nostrils filled with sweet, relaxing smells: the light, fruity scent of Mommy’s shampoo, and the comforting scent of Mommy herself. A warm, soft euphoria started to overtake him, causing him to lean against her back, the gentle pleasure heightening as he felt her body heat through her blouse.

“I’m not feeling any brushing back there,” Mommy said in a sing-song voice.

Tommy immediately snapped out of it and got back to work. “S-sorry!”

Brushing Mommy out was hard. It was much more physically demanding than he’d expected, and every few minutes, the scents and softness of her threatened to lull him out of his duties again. He struggled to maintain focus, and actually began working up a sweat, breathing heavily as he continued struggling to tame the crimson forest he was lost within.

He took a few steps back to get a better sense of his handiwork thus far. It had felt like he’d been at it for hours, so surely he must be almost done…

He wasn’t even halfway there.

Dejected, but determined to be a good boy, he took a deep breath of fresh air, free of Lily’s intoxicating scent, and got back to work.

He didn’t last much longer. His arms were starting to give out on him, and mid-brush, his hand cramped up, sending the brush clattering to the floor.

“Is everything okay back there, Tommy?”

He froze for a moment. How should he answer? He wanted to do as she’d told him, and she’d told him to brush her out. But he felt weak, and sore, and still had so much more left to do… She wanted him to tell her when he was too small to do something, right? The thought of disappointing her troubled him… but he took a deep breath and mustered his courage.

“...I don’t think I can finish, Mommy. I’m exhausted. It’s too much for me.”

Mommy pushed herself up slightly with her hands as she scooted around to face him, her hair encircling him in a tangled swirl. “Tommy, are you saying you’re too small?”

Shame overcame him and he cast his eyes downard. “I’m sorry, Mommy.”

She gently cupped his chin and tilted it back up, forcing him to look up into her eyes. “Sweetheart. Are you weaker than even Mommy’s hair? Is my hair bigger and stronger than you are?”

His lip quivered slightly. “Yes… I’m sorry!”

“Oh, baby, no, no, no. Don’t apologize.” She pulled him in close, rubbing his back with her hand. “Did you forget? Mommy likes you small, and weak, and helpless. It’s a good thing that you’re weaker than Mommy’s hair. I’m so proud of you for letting me shrink you so much.”

Tommy felt a complicated tangle of emotions welling up inside of him… but the strongest among them was happiness that his Mommy was proud of him.

“I’ll tell you what, sweetie.” Lily unbuttoned her blouse and removed it, leaving her in just her bra. “Why don’t you rub Mommy’s back while she does the rest?”

Grinning, Tommy made his way behind her, running his tiny fingers across Mommy’s shoulder blades. He was still tired, and even at his peak he wasn’t exactly strong enough to give her a massage, but her occasional little coo of pleasure made it clear that she still enjoyed the feeling of his hands running across her skin.

Mommy’s hair fell in thick groupings all around him, its scent once again engulfing him. The relaxing smell, the rhythmic sound of the hairbrush, and the smooth, silky warmth of Lily’s skin began to weigh upon his eyelids. Before long, he was slumped against her, dozing on his feet as she hummed a soft tune.