Give Yourself to Me, Chapter 19

Lily wasn’t used to being rich.

She and Tommy had never really hurt for money; between his old accounting job and the occasional wedding gig on her part, they were always pretty comfortable. But they still had to be smart about it. They still had to budget, plan out big purchases, keep money stashed away for a rainy day. Money wasn’t a big source of stress for them, but it was still something they had to think about. 

That wasn’t true anymore.

Sure, if she really wanted to, Lily could probably blow her millions pretty quickly. But unless she decided to start a yacht collection or personally bankroll a movie or something, she could basically have whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted it. The damage she’d been racking up around the house as she continued to grow would’ve been a major source of stress a few months back, but now it was utterly trivial. Her subscriber count was still growing by the day, filling her bank account to the point of bursting. And that was before Tommy’s financial wizardry got involved.

Well, it seemed like wizardry to her, anyway. To hear him tell it, he barely had to do a thing. According to Tommy, it was almost harder to stop this much money from multiplying; even just keeping everything in a savings account, the interest alone would rival his old salary. She had, functionally, unlimited money.

Which was a good thing, because there was a lot to spend it on.

Repairs to the house were the first thing. They needed it in tip-top shape to sell it—it was just too small for her. At the same time, she went about buying a plot of land to build a new house on, one that could be made to her specifications. Reinforced floors and walls to resist her weight, high ceilings… and, of course, room to grow. It would be a while before the new place was ready, so she spent the ensuing weeks walking on eggshells. Tommy and her had bought this house when they’d gotten married, and she’d always loved it, but it was just, so… different now. It used to seem so spacious and nice, but now it felt cramped and cheap. It was almost less like a real house and more like an exceedingly elaborate playhouse for children.

Lily groaned in frustration; playhouses don’t start spraying water everywhere when you accidentally twist the faucet off of the kitchen sink. She bent awkwardly over the counter to jam a finger into the exposed pipe while she tried to look up how to stop the water on her phone, her enlarged fingers struggling to operate the touch screen.

When she got that settled (turning the spigot under the sink as gently as possible to avoid a repeat), she huffed a little in frustration. No water was going to make cooking dinner a challenge.

Screw it, we’re rich.

“Tommy! Get dressed, sweetie, we’re going out for dinner.”

Custom clothing had been the next big purchase on the list. At 7’5” and over 700 pounds, Lily had outgrown the inventory of every plus-sized or big-and-tall clothing shop she could find; there was some menswear that was made for someone of her height, but not for someone of her otherworldly proportions. Tommy didn’t fare much better; children’s clothes sort of fit him, but kids have very different builds than adults, and it all hung loosely off of his thin, frail frame. She’d been struggling to find the poor little thing something that fit him well for a good while now. She’d even thought of looking into extra-large doll clothes, but unfortunately, those weren’t made with comfort in mind.

Now though, she just had a tailor on-call. A photo of an outfit she liked and an update of their measurements, and she’d have it by the end of the week. It was pricey, but again, money wasn’t really an issue anymore. The worst part of it was having to deal with someone asking questions about her and Tommy’s situation. Talking about her growth and her husband’s shrinking on-camera was one thing, but having to lay it out for a stranger face-to-face got uncomfortable quickly. She’d had to rotate through a few tailors before finding one that was mostly just willing to work without pestering her too much.

A little while later, she smiled as Tommy carefully made his way down the stairs, his legs short enough now that each step took a minor but notable effort.

“There’s my handsome little man!” He blushed at the compliment. The tiny suit he was wearing was much more flattering than the oversized t-shirts and sweatpants he’d been stuck in for so long.

“Y-you look incredible too, Mommy.”

She beamed in pride, knowing full well that he was telling the truth; it was frankly a little hard to stay humble when she saw the towering goddess that looked back at her from the mirror these days. She was wearing a strapless navy blue dress that showed off her silky shoulders and endless cleavage in all its glory, the skirt accentuating the absurd curve of her hip. Her hair was done up in a complex labyrinth of braids, and there was even still more left over to spill down her back, the fiery crimson contrasting sharply against her fair skin. As she’d predicted a while back, she officially had enough hair now that it was a capital P Problem. Washing and styling it was, without exaggeration, a day-long affair.

She’d been tempted more than once to cut it down, but couldn’t bring herself to do it. It looked amazing, for one thing. Moreover, its growth was obviously magical, and that meant that Tommy liked it this way. His transformation was a lot more inconvenient than her own, so it only seemed fair for her to put up with a little bit of difficulty for his sake.

What I SHOULD do is get a dedicated stylist on my payroll. And… figure out how to put someone on my payroll.

Lily led the way out to the driveway, where her next big purchase awaited them. Their old car had gotten far too small for her—most cars had gotten too small for her. The heavy-duty pickup truck she’d bought was designed more for construction work, and it wasn’t exactly the classiest thing to be driving around in, but it was the only option she’d found that had enough leg- and head-room for her.

Plus, when I inevitably outgrow it, I can hire a chauffeur to drive it while I ride in the bed!

Tommy, bless his heart, tried his best to climb into the passenger seat on his own, but it was a lost cause from the start; he couldn’t even reach the door handle. 

“Tommy, we’ve talked about this. You’ve got to stop trying to do things on your own. Ask Mommy for help when you’re too little to do something yourself.”

“R-right. Sorry, Mommy.”

“Aw, it’s okay, pumpkin.” She lifted him up, enjoying the way that her hands could nearly encircle his midsection now. She gave him a quick kiss on the head before opening up the door, placing him in the seat, and buckling him in.

“Hmm. Y’know… I hadn’t thought about it, Tommy, but we might need to get you a carseat.”

“What?!”

“I mean it! I’m not talking about it as like, a humiliation thing… Well, okay, I’m not just talking about it as a humiliation thing. Seatbelts aren’t really made for someone as small as you. I’d hate if something happened.”

Tommy’s face was flush with embarrassment. “I… I guess…”

“We’ll talk about it later. For tonight, I’ll just drive slow.” Lily circled around the truck, loaded a few things into the back, and climbed in, not even needing to use the step.

  *

Tommy was so small now.

The cabin of Mommy’s new truck was absolutely cavernous from his perspective (and yet, she still had to push her seat back all the way and stoop a bit to keep her head off the ceiling). His feet dangled from the passenger seat, and he had to tug awkwardly at the seatbelt to keep it from pressing into his neck; he hated to admit it, but Mommy might have had a point about the carseat. Did he even weigh enough to enable the airbag?

Lily slowed as she approached a stop sign, and instinctively reached out a precautionary arm, lightly holding Tommy in place against the back of his seat. She didn’t even turn to look at him, but the tossed-off gesture gave Tommy a warm feeling side, a small reminder that his Mommy was always thinking of him, always caring for him.

Shrinking had been so alarming, so stressful, so scary at first. He’d spent so much time addled with worry about what was happening to him and how he would ever manage it. That seemed… silly, to him now. Being Mommy’s little boy felt so good, so natural, that it was getting harder and harder to believe that he’d ever been anything else. His life as a 6’3” man with the body of a linebacker was slowly starting to feel less and less like a memory and more and more like… a dream. A dream that made perfect sense while he was sleeping, but that seemed increasingly incoherent now that he was awake. His memories of looking down at Lily, of lifting her up with ease or pinning her down as they made love… they felt bizarre. Wrong. He wasn’t supposed to be that big, and it gave him a vague sense of unease to think about how long he had been.

His mind wandered to an incident back in high school. A football game. He’d tackled a kid on the other team, his full weight slamming down onto him. Something about the angle of the tackle, or the way the kid took the landing… Tommy shuddered at the memory. The audible crunch. The scream of pain. Adults rushing onto the field to inspect the kid’s broken arm. The memory haunted Tommy for years afterward. That was… probably the root of where the magic had started; somewhere in the back of his mind, he hated being big enough to hurt someone like that.

He was snapped back to the present as he felt the truck begin to move again, Lily removing her hand from his chest and stroking his hair, her massive hand big enough to palm his head. Tommy instinctively nuzzled against her, and blushed a little when he involuntarily let out a little sighing trill, like a kitten.

“Jesus Christ, Tommy, come on. That’s not fair. You can’t be that adorable when I’m driving!”

“S-sorry, Mommy.” He smiled and fidgeted in his seat as he looked away, his face turning a deeper red. He knew she was just teasing him, but he couldn’t help but apologize anyway.

That was a new effect the magic was having on him, or at least one that he’d only just recently started to notice: he’d become an absolute glutton for physical attention. No more did the magic simply amplify his sex drive—now, he constantly craved the touch of his Mommy, and felt an intoxicating sense of euphoria when he got it. To tell the truth, he was a bit disappointed that she’d decided to take them out tonight; that was less time that he could spend cuddled up with her, melting against her gigantic body. He’d never say as much, though—he was a good boy, and wouldn’t dream of arguing or pushing back against her.

…God, it really wasn’t that long ago that he was arguing with her constantly. The memory gave him a sinking feeling in his gut, filling him with shame that he’d behaved so poorly for so long. He was so grateful that Mommy was so forgiving, that she’d completely moved past it and let his old, defiant self sink into the past. Honestly, what had he been thinking? It was only a few weeks ago, but it was hard for him to remember how being so resistant could have possibly made sense. He loved his Mommy, and being obedient made her happy. It made him happy, too. So why on Earth had he put up such a fight? It had seemed so incredibly important at the time, but already Tommy couldn’t really imagine why. Life had gotten so much better since he gave in and embraced who he really was.

He turned back to look at his Mommy, who was focused on the road. She was so beautiful. A wave of affection washed over him as he studied her flawless, giant features. She was like a living work of art, so gorgeous that even just staring at her like this bordered on overstimulating. He was so happy that she was his Mommy; it almost felt unfair that he had her all to himself. What could he have possibly done to deserve her?

Even so, he couldn’t help but want more. Without even really thinking, he reached out for her, wanting to touch her, to feel even just the skin of her arm against his fingertips. It was in vain; the truck was too big, and he was too tiny, to reach her. He was taken by surprise by just how upset that was making him, but his frustration was quelled immediately when Lily caught him out of the corner of her eye and reached out to meet him, her hand completely consuming his own, surrounding it with soft warmth.

  *

Lily was hungry.

Killing the engine and stepping out into the parking lot of the restaurant—the same one she’d taken Tommy to a few months prior—she quickly moved to the passenger side and helped her husband out of the truck. She took his hand and led him toward the door; he was so short now that he had to reach higher than his head to hold hands with her while walking. 

“Sweetie, can you get the door for Mommy?”

Tommy let go of her and approached the glass front door to the restaurant. The handle was a bit higher than his eye level. Putting his hands around it, he leaned back and pulled; the door only budged slightly. He tried again, grunting with effort, but only managed to move it a few more inches before his fingers slipped.

“I… can’t do it, Mommy.”

“Why not, sweetheart?”

“I’m, um. I’m too weak.”

Lily covered her mouth, feeling a little flush. She’d expected him to struggle with the door, but he was already too weak to even open it? Fuck that was hot.

“It’s alright, sweetie. All the best little boys need their Mommy’s help.”

Lily led the way inside, crouching through the vestibule, opening both of the double-doors to fit her hips through the doorway. The hostess’ jaw dropped as she entered the restaurant proper and rose back to her full height.

“Hello! Table for two, please!”

“Um… uh… r-right, yes, of course! Right… right this way!” The hostess tripped over herself grabbing menus from the podium and made a few false starts before her short-circuiting brain remembered which way she was trying to lead the couple.

It was adorable.

Lily surveyed the restaurant as she strolled to the table, Tommy’s hand grasped firmly in her own. Going out in public like this was so strange now. She couldn’t help but draw the stares of everyone around her, couldn’t help but be the center of attention wherever she went. If she was still 4’9” (did she really used to be only four foot nine?), she would’ve found it intimidating. When she was in the six-foot range, she’d found it flattering.

Now though? Now, it was… cute.

Everyone was so much littler than her. Of course they were staring; it was almost as if they were a bunch of children playing dress-up, and she, an actual adult, had intruded on their game. It was hard to take the restaurant’s upscale atmosphere seriously when, to her, it had the proportions of an elementary school cafeteria. It was even harder to take any of the people seriously, when the largest men seemed about as big to her as 4th graders. 

God, was this how people used to see her?

“Um, here we are,” the hostess nervously gestured to an open table. Lily took one look at it and immediately recognized a problem.

“Sweetie, I am pretty sure I’m gonna demolish this chair if I try to sit in it.”

“Uh, um…” The hostess stammered, unsure of how to address the issue.

“Do you have any bigger chairs? Something that might be able to accommodate me?”

“I, I’m sorry, ma’am, I don’t think we do.”

“Hm.” Lily frowned in disapproval, and the hostess started sweating bullets beneath her. Poor little girl; she was trying her best.

“I actually thought that might be the case. My truck’s parked out front, and I’ve brought a size-appropriate seat with me. Do you think it would be too much trouble for you to get it for me?”

“O-oh, uh! No, of course not, ma’am, I’ll send someone out for  it.”

“Good girl.” Lily froze the moment the words left her lips. She hadn’t meant to say that; talking that way had just become second-nature to her, and she’d spoken to the hostess like Tommy or one of her online subs without even thinking. She stared down at the smaller woman, wide-eyed, waiting to see how she’d react.

The hostess blushed, broke eye contact, and fidgeted. “Um. Th-thank you.”

Lily relaxed immediately and smiled. Good, she was into it. “You might want to send two people to get it, it’s heavy.”

Everyone generally seemed enamored with Lily, willing and ready to take her instructions and eager to gain her approval. She wasn’t sure if that was another effect of the magic, or if that’s just how people generally treat staggeringly beautiful amazons. Still, that had been the furthest she’d pushed her luck with a stranger in person, so it was a relief that she hadn’t crossed a line by slipping into full “dommy mommy” mode.

“Tommy, come here.” He was in the middle of climbing up into the other chair. “Gentlemen don’t sit down until the lady does, sweetie.”

“Right… sorry.”

“I forgive you.” She beckoned him over and stooped down a little to reach his head, cupping it in her hand and guiding it to the slit in her dress where her thigh was exposed. Tommy leaned against , throwing his arms around her leg and sighing, slumping slightly as his body relaxed. He was so fucking cute now, and he’d turned into a real cuddlebug.

Before long, two servers in black slacks and dress shirts came through the front door, helping each other carry the chair Lily had loaded into the truck before leaving. It was another recent purchase; she needed something to sit on besides the floor. The chair was made of strong, solid oak, gorgeous reliefs of lilies engraved into the wood, with heavily stuffed velvet cushioning. It looked like… alright, Lily hadn’t intended to order a throne for herself, but the carpenter she’d contracted managed to upsell her. It just looked so beautiful!

And, it was big. The back of it was higher than either of the men carrying it, and the seat was wide enough to accommodate Lily’s massive backside. It was also heavy; it had to be if it was going to hold up under her weight. The servers were clearly struggling with it, straining under its mass and having a hard time finding a path through the crowded restaurant to maneuver it.

Lily waited patiently, smiling at them as they worked to bring her the chair. The hostess was following alongside them, and moved the normal chair for the table out of the way to make space for it. The men set it down with a thud, panting and visibly sweating from the effort.

“Thank you so much, boys! Hm… Actually, I think I’d prefer to have it over here.” Lily made a show of lifting the chair up easily and bringing it around to the other side of the table, scooting the other chair out of the way.

“If you get us some water, that would be wonderful. Two glasses, and bring the whole pitcher, please.” As Lily spoke, she lifted Tommy up before sitting in her throne, sitting him on her leg and snuggling him close to her.

The hostess and one of the waiters returned to their regular duties, while the other waiter rushed to bring the requested water. 

“What would you say are your top… let’s say four dishes?”

“Oh, uh, well… Our steak comes very highly recommended, as does our roast chicken. Or, if you’re in the mood for seafood, our lobster is always a big hit, but my personal favorite is probably the salmon.”

“Great! I’ll have them all.”

“You’ll…?”

“I’m a big girl. It takes a lot to fill me up.” She shot the waiter a wink, which instantly flustered him.

“Right, of course. Um, and, for…?”

“Oh, Tommy? He barely eats anything. He’ll just have some of mine.”

The waiter nodded and slunk away, giving Lily some quality time with her baby. Tommy was so tiny now, even sitting on her lap his head didn’t clear her shoulders. She squeezed him to her, resting a hand on his lap, her hand reaching clear across both his thighs. It was difficult to remind herself that they were in public, and to keep things appropriate between them. She never would have thought in a million years that her greatest sexual fantasy was a perfect little doll-man, who relied on her for everything, who she could shower in affection but also take advantage of as she saw fit. But now that she had one in her arms, she knew that it was all she’d ever wanted. 

She couldn’t help herself. Careful to be subtle about it, well aware that all eyes were on her, she gently poked and prodded at him through the crotch of his pants with her pinky finger.

“M-Mommy…”

“Shhh, sweetie. Don’t make a scene. Mommy’s just providing a little entertainment before our meal.”

Wrapping her other arm around his waist, she rested her left hand on top of her right, shielding her right-hand fingers from view. She slowly began to grope and massage her tiny husband, not looking to do anything more right now but tease him, exciting herself with just how much she could do to him with so little effort; he was almost literally wrapped around her little finger.

Well, she didn’t intend to do more than tease him a little. But the longer they waited, the further she found herself pushing the envelope. The way he squirmed on her thigh, the little whimpers of pleasure he was stifling, it was revving her up so much that she just couldn’t resist taking it further and further, gently grabbing and rubbing him through his pants. She could feel him trying to move, trying to scoot away from the relentless teasing of her hand, trying to escape the pleasure she was inflicting on him before he did something to give it away, but it was useless; the arm she had wrapped around him kept him pinned exactly where she wanted him.

Lily kept her pace slow and steady, backing off anytime it felt like she was getting him too close to the edge. “You better hold it in, my sweet boy. It would be so embarrassing if Mommy made you cum in front of everybody.” No sound escaped from him but a high-pitched squeaking whine from the back of his throat.

“You’re so fun to play with, baby. Mommy’s favorite little boy. And just think: you’re still getting littler! I can’t wait to see how much cuter you’re going to get for me, pumpkin. So little, so tiny, so precious. Oh. Oh! Oopsie!” Lily felt a damp warmth on her fingertips as Tommy spasmed, still struggling to keep as still and quiet as possible. “Looks like Mommy made a mess.”

“I-I’m sorry,” Tommy whined, panting, pressing his face to her shoulder shamefully.

“No, sweetie! Don’t apologize. You couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

Lily grabbed a napkin off the table top and spread it over Tommy’s lap, then grabbed another to spread over her other leg (neither was big enough to cover her lap entirely). And not a moment too soon; the waiter arrived with an entire platter of food immediately after.

The food looked and smelled delicious… but of course, it also looked small. Lily had made the right call ordering so much, and immediately began cutting into the salmon while Tommy recovered, hugging himself tightly to her.

“Oh my God, baby, you’ve got to try this.” Getting another small forkful of fish, she lifted it up to Tommy’s mouth. After a moment, he composed himself enough to open up, taking the bit off the fork, and smiled contentedly.

“It’s good, isn't it sweetie?”

“It’s delicious, Mommy.”

“You’re delicious.” She craned her neck down to kiss the top of his head.

The meal continued apace, Lily sharing about every tenth bite with her little man. By the end, he was stuffed. Lily was satisfied… but probably could’ve made room for a fifth dish if she wanted to.

But now, she was eager to get Tommy home so he could return the favor to her.