Give Yourself to Me - Chapter 16

Lily just had to bide her time.

When Tom told her that he didn’t want to sleep with her anymore, didn’t want to shrink any further, she just smiled and, in a chipper voice, offered only one word in response: “Okay!”

“Oh… you’re…?” Tom was nervous, suspicious. He’d clearly been expecting an argument.

“It’s fine, Tommy! I’ve said from the beginning that we’ll stop whenever you want to.”

Lily had been anticipating that this would happen sooner or later. She’d been going at him hard in the past few days, working to purge every last “big boy thought” out of that adorable little head of his. A backlash was only natural, especially after what she’d just put him through. One last dying gasp of resistance. If she wanted, Lily could fully go into “strict Mommy” mode, like she had the other day. She could intimidate him with her body, use her words and her sexuality to put his brain in a submission hold until he admitted that no, he didn’t want to stop, he wanted to keep shrinking, wanted to sacrifice every last droplet of size and dignity he had to her.

She could do that, but she was bored of that game. How many times had they gone through that song and dance at this point?

“I-it’s not… it’s not like I want to stop having sex,” Tom added. His voice was weak and shaky after how hard he’d cried earlier. “It’s just… the way everything has been… I don’t think I can afford to keep going.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself, sweetie. I understand.” What she understood was that Tom was fishing for an argument, and she wasn’t going to indulge him. He wanted to fight about it, and he wanted to lose, so he could keep telling himself that Lily was subjecting him to all of this against his will. That’s the only reason he’d try to broach the subject now, while he was still so emotionally exhausted and raw. She was done playing along; she was just going to wait patiently. When he caved, and he would cave, he’d finally have to take full and complete ownership of his own desires.

The thought of going without sex until he got over himself immediately sent a pulse of lustful thirst through her pelvis.

Oh, calm down, she thought, admonishing the magic. He’s going to last a week, tops. You can be patient for a week.

They drove on in silence, Lily occasionally sneaking glances over at her husband. Poor little thing. His eyes were still red and swollen, his face streaked in dried tears.

“It’s been a long day, sweetie. How about when we get home, we head up to bed and cuddle for a little while?” When he didn’t answer, she added: “don’t worry, I promise I’ll keep it PG.”

“I… I guess that would be okay.”

“Good. After all, just because you’re not shrinking anymore doesn’t mean you’re not still Mommy’s little boy, right?”

“Um…”

He said nothing further, and Lily just chuckled.

The two arrived home, and Lily intercepted Tom on his way to the front stoop, picking him up and holding him to her hip with one arm while she unlocked and opened the door. She smiled at the way he instinctively cuddled against her, and carried him straight upstairs to their room. It reeked of sex; the sheets were due to be changed after the whirlwind weekend the two had had, but that could wait. For now, she kicked off her sandals, pulled off Tom’s oversized sneakers, and climbed into the bed, hugging her tiny husband close as she forced him to soak in the scent of their lovemaking.

She couldn’t help but grin as she noted how quiet he’d gotten, or how stiff he felt through his pants.

A week was giving him too much credit.

  *

Tom needed to stay strong.

Something had broken in him at the office earlier. It wasn’t just that Momm—that Lily had forced him to put on such a humiliating display in front of everyone. Just being in that room had been enough humiliation to completely alter his perception of the world, and of himself. The words she’d made him say had seemed embarrassing beyond belief on the trip there… but in the moment, they were nothing more than an affirmation of what he instinctively understood to be true. He was little, he was weak, and he was utterly dependent upon her. Her presence there, looming over him, ordering him to say this or that, had made him feel even smaller than he was, but at the same time, the thought of facing a room full of people like that without her by his side, of weathering the disapproving glares and gossiping whispers without her there as his anchor… it made his chest seize up.

The change had been gradual, too slow for him to identify exactly when he’d crossed the point of no return… but he wasn’t really his own person anymore. Not in the way that he used to be, at least. He was something… less than that. He’d willingly become something less than that, willingly given away not just his size, but his agency. And, shamefully, he loved every second of it; he appreciated that Lily hadn’t made any note of just how hard he’d been as he’d cried into her shoulder on the elevator.

But that was exactly why he needed to be strong. He couldn’t let his urges drive his behavior anymore.

In some ways, the stand he was taking was purely symbolic. He’d already forfeited himself over to his wife; what did it matter if he was four feet tall, or three feet tall, or smaller? But symbolic or not, this was important. He needed to hold on to something, keep his shrunken hands clasped around some little scrap of his essence, something that belonged to him, and not her. In theory, there was still plenty of body mass left for the curse to drain from him, but there wasn’t much more of Tom, of the individual that inhabited this tiny body. That was almost completely exhausted, and when it was, all that would be left…

Well, all that would be left was Tommy.

With these thoughts swirling about his head, Tom lay in Lily’s arms, squished against the plush warmth of her body, each breath sending a new jolt of pleasure to his groin as he breathed in the heavy scent of her that hung over the entire room. Tom hadn’t tried to resist the curse’s aphrodisiac effects in nearly two months, and he’d had a lot more willpower back then. He ached with the desire to be carressed, fondled, fucked, and swallowed hard to try and fight it down. This was going to be the hardest part, he assured himself. The beginning was going to be the biggest challenge. If he could just fight through this, it would gradually get easier. Maybe, if he stopped feeding it for long enough, the curse might even fade away.

Lily hugged him a little tighter and kissed the top of his head, and he had to stifle a whimper.

Eventually, she released him from her embrace, getting up to go get a start on dinner. As soon as she was out of the room, Tom took his cock out and began furiously masturbating, gasping for air as he came almost immediately. The orgasm had done almost nothing to make his desires subside, and he was fully erect again in only a few minutes. He came again, and as the brief high subsided, he leapt out of bed and stripped off the sheets, certain that the lingering smell of Lily’s body was what was continuing to drive his sexual thirst. With the bedding in a big pile, Tom slowly worked his way down the stairs—each step had to be navigated with care, now—and stuffed the offending linens into the washing machine. He heaved a sigh of relief, smiling as he realized that his erection was finally subsiding… until he turned around and saw Lily bent down over the kitchen counter (that was the only way she could reach it), her gigantic, perfectly heart-shaped ass jutting out from her skirt, each cheek easily bigger than Tom’s head. He shuddered and tore his eyes away, retreating to the living room.

Later that evening, Lily got into bed, curling up to keep her legs from hanging off the mattress and throwing her arms wide for him to climb into her embrace.

“I… I don’t know if that’s a good idea. The curse is, um… it’s been making things hard, today.”

“Making what hard, sweetie?” she asked innocently, a glance at his waist betraying that her ignorance was a put-on.

“I just… I think, I need a couple days, to… acclimate. Maybe we can cool it on… on the physical affection? J-just for a couple days?” A part of him knew that he was already losing. There was no room for compromises here. The smart move would’ve been to go back to how they’d been before: no kissing, no cuddling, no touching whatsoever. Any physical contact at all would wreak havoc on his hair-trigger libido (why did Lily seem so calm?), but his rational mind could only win so many battles. There were limits to how much he was willing to give up; limits to how much he was capable of giving up.

Tom was already ceding ground, and it had only been about 8 hours.

Lily affected a pout and crossed her arms. “If that’s what my baby needs, then I suppose that’s what we’ll do. But I’ve gotten so used to spooning you all night, I don’t know how well I’m going to be able to sleep without you.”

She was going to be able to sleep very well, it turned out. While Tom was tossing and turning, alternating between ignoring the aching desire in his loins and trying to placate it himself to no avail, his titanic wife was snoring softly next to him, her long limbs splayed out over the bed, driving him into a small corner.

He scowled at the rhythmic sound of her breath. Even her snores were sexy.

He must have managed to fall asleep eventually, because the next thing he knew he was waking up, head aching and eyes stinging from lack of sleep. The bed was empty; before he had a chance to wonder where Lily was, the bathroom door opened, and for a split second he was worried he was having a heart attack.

Lily bent down and turned sideways a bit to get her hips through the door, then threw her head back as she rose to her full height, her thick, voluminous hair turning for an instant into a crimson hurricane before coming to a rest behind her. She was wearing a white satin teddy, her gargantuan bosom framed elegantly in complex patterns of lace running along the lingerie’s plunging neckline. Dainty, taut straps connected the bottom of the garment to matching stockings, Lily’s soft, luscious thighs bulging over the tops of them slightly. He recognized the outfit as one that he’d picked during the shopping spree she’d set him on, but his wife put the model on the website to shame. She smiled and winked as Tom struggled not to hyperventilate.

“Mommy’s gotta go to work, sweetie. If you need me, I’ll be in the garage taking pictures.” She blew him a kiss before ducking out of the room.

An hour later, Tom had given up on ever masturbating enough to rid himself of the urges inspired by the sight he’d woken up to, and decided to try and find something to occupy his mind instead. Lily had wanted him to start managing her money, right? That sounded like the exact kind of dull, dry, boring work he needed to distract himself from the thoughts of the otherworldly beauty downstairs, the one that he was fighting with every fiber of his being not to fuck.

He clambered up into Lily’s office chair, his feet dangling even as he sat on the edge of the seat. Logging into the laptop, he navigated to her subscription site, clicking the tab labeled “Income” as quickly as he could to avoid lingering on the photo of her gigantic tits that took up the top third of the homepage.

Mommy’s—ahem—Lily’s fanbase had been snowballing faster and faster over the weekend, between the more explicit photos she’d been uploading and the livestreams she’d begun doing. The number of subscribers had already ballooned from a little over five thousand to close to twenty. $25 a month per subscription meant that…

Jesus Christ. We’ll be millionaires in only two months. And that’s if the subscriber count has plateaued.

Of course, taxes were going to take a hefty bite out of all that money—which is where he came in. He immediately set to work figuring out how they could hold onto as much of it as possible, and how best to invest it to make the money grow even more quickly.

 Or… he tried to do that, anyway. But as he worked, he kept finding himself tabbing back to Lily’s page, his eyes focused on the “Videos” tab. Every time he started moving the cursor over toward it, he stopped himself. There was no good reason to see what she’d been posting; he came in here to distract himself from how horny he was, not to wind himself up even more. Browsing her videos was a bad idea from every conceivable angle, and there was no good rationale for clicking the tab.

He clicked the tab. The video at the top of the feed started to autoplay, bold text below it displaying the title “Mommy Lily Outgrew Her New Bra.”

  *

Lily could hear her own voice.

With her photoshoot wrapped, she’d come back upstairs to change into more casual clothes and check on Tom (or, more accurately, to give Tom one last look at her in the lingerie). She was confused when he wasn’t in the bedroom, but smiled slyly when she heard a recording of herself coming from the office. She crept to the door and ducked down to peek through it, suppressing a giggle at what she saw: Tom, sitting so far forward in her chair that he looked like he might fall right out of it, his little dick in his hand, rapt with attention as he watched her struggle to get an old bra to hook. 

Slowly, she pushed the door open and slipped into the room. The floorboards groaned in protest under her weight—she was far too big now to ever really sneak. But it didn’t matter; Tom was so enthralled by the video that he didn’t notice her approach at all. As quietly as she could manage, she sidled up to him and lowered herself to her knees, her head still above his despite sitting on the floor. She watched the video silently with him for a few moments, observing herself as she finally managed to get the bra hook to catch, only to rip the underwear apart with a single deep breath.

“I’ve been wondering if this would count,” she said, and he jumped like a startled cat, throwing his body awkwardly against the arm of the chair; it would’ve toppled over if he wasn’t so light.

“Uh!! I, was, um…”

“It’s fine Tommy, I get it.” She reached out and stroked his hair. He flinched, but then slowly relaxed against her touch. “Like you said, you didn’t want to stop sleeping with me. It’s only natural that you’d keep having urges. I’m just surprised that you’re willing to risk this.”

“...Risk what?”

“Well, the magic shrinks you every time I make you come, right? Or vice-versa. I know I’m not touching you…” she moved her hand from his head down to his thigh, smirking at the way he squirmed, her hand so close to his cock. “...But if it’s my body and my voice that you’re using to pleasure yourself… isn’t that kind of like me making you come? Like I said, I wasn’t sure whether this would count or not.”

“Uh!... That’s, a good point… I hadn’t, um. Thought about that.”

“Well then I’m glad I was here to catch you. Since you don’t want to get any smaller, I think it’s probably best that you don’t make this kind of gamble, don’t you?”

“But… but I, um… I already…”

“You’ve already jerked off to me? I know, sweetheart, you haven’t been very subtle about it.” His face burned red. “But there’s a difference between jerking off to your own fantasies of me, and jerking off to something I made for people to jerk off to, don’t you think? That might be enough intention on my part that the magic takes some of your size if you come.”

“I… I guess so.”

“In fact… Now that you’ve watched that video, if I were you I’d be a little worried about masturbating at all. You’ve got it in your head now, influencing your thoughts and feelings; I don’t know how the magic works exactly, but if you think about me, you’ll probably think about that video, and if you do that while you touch yourself… well, it might not do anything, or it might be enough to shrink you. I dunno, sweetie, that seems like an awful big risk.”

Tom’s face went pale; Lily remembered well just how maddening the magic could be when it applied its full pressure, and while masturbation didn’t do much to alleviate it, it was at least something. She really doubted that remembering a horny video she’d filmed days earlier would be enough to trigger the size transfer, but all that mattered was that she’d planted the seed of doubt in Tom’s mind.

“Um… yeah, I. I guess you’re right. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, sweetie.” She kissed his forehead, luxuriating in the pitiful little whine she caused, then grabbed the pants hanging down around his ankles and yanked them up over his throbbing member. She considered giving it a little pat, but she was worried that even that might be enough to tip him over the edge. Instead, she opted to gently squeeze his shoulder before rising back to her feet, making a point to bend down a little further than strictly necessary as she left the room in order to give him a good long look at the way the lingerie hugged the contours of her ass.

She was still committed to waiting him out… but that didn’t mean she couldn’t put her thumb on the scale, right? It was too much fun not to. He was a little ball of nerves, and over the next couple days, even something as simple as posing provocatively or putting a little husk into her voice was enough to turn him into an absolute mess.

She could think of much more fun ways to play with her husband, but she certainly wasn’t having a bad time driving him crazy like this.

  *

Tom was losing it.

Resisting wasn’t getting any easier. In fact, he longed for how easy it had been that first day. It hadn’t been this intense before, had it? Was this his shrinking self-control, or was the curse stronger now than it used to be? Either explanation made sense, and it didn’t really matter which was right; the point was that the past three days had reduced him to a jittering wreck.

He was sitting on the couch, remote gripped in both of his hands as he scrolled through the “horror” section on Netflix. He needed the goriest, grossest movie they had—he hated movies like that, but he needed something, anything that might snuff out the screaming lust inside of him.

He practically started to cry when Lily entered the room, wedging herself between him and the armrest. She wasn’t even dressed up at all, wearing just sweatpants and a t-shirt, no make-up, hair running loosely down her shoulders. It didn’t matter; she looked like an absolute goddess, and the contact between her hip and his was enough to push his arousal to a whole new level.

“Ooh, picking out a scary movie, sweetheart? Maybe I’ll get a blanket and some popcorn. Though I might have to hold you if it gets too scary.”

Wordlessly, Tom shoved himself away from her, scooting off to the other side of the couch. Her lower lip stuck out as she looked at him.

“Did... Did I do something wrong?”

“No, I… I just. I’m still um. Still getting used, to the curse.”

“Oh, right, of course,” she replied, her voiced tinged with sadness. “I’m sorry, Tommy, it completely slipped my mind.” 

How is she so calm?! In the past, the curse affected them both equally, and if anything hit Lily far worse than it hit him. But this time, she seemed cool as a cucumber, showing no outward signs at all that her entire body was starved for sex, the way his was.

“I’ll try not to take it personally, “ she continued. “It’s just… seeing you recoil away from me like that sort of hurt, you know? But, I completely understand.”

A pang of guilt shot through him at the idea that he’d done anything to displease her. Tom pressed his palms to his face, then slowly pushed them up and over this head. She knew what she was doing, right? She had to! She’d been pretending to respect his wishes, but this entire time she’d been finding indirect little ways to seduce him, to chip away at his already brittle willpower. Well, it wasn’t going to work. He was going to resist this, he was going to get himself under control, and then… and then…

Oh, who was he kidding? What was the point of any of this? He was miserable and crazy, getting suspicious when his wife did something as benign as sit next to him. He knew full well that this wasn’t ever going to stop; the curse was just going to keep ratcheting up his discomfort until he couldn’t take it anymore. What was he really getting out of resisting like this? Was his last tattered little shred of pride really worth all this agony and paranoia? Was it worth being on-edge for the rest of his life? Worth upsetting M—Lily like this?

Part of him said that yes, yes it was. It was worth it to kick and scream and bite and claw for whatever little bit of control over his life he could hold onto, that the pain of the struggle just made it all the more meaningful, that there was honor in suffering.

And that was no longer the part he was listening to.

“Mommy, um… I uh.” He sighed as Lily cocked her head. “Maybe… maybe trying to stop all at once was a mistake. I don’t think I can make it any longer. Maybe we could… try to taper things off, instead?”

“What do you mean? Taper what off?”

“I-I mean… I. What if we… you know…”

She remained silent. She had to know what he was trying to say; she was just trying to make him say it.

Fine.

“I-I want to make love to you.”

A devilish grin immediately spread across Lily’s face, and she held out a hand toward him. Tom took it, and she gently pulled him toward her, plopping him onto her lap, staring down at him hungrily.

“You want to what, Tommy?”

“I-I just think… it might be easier… if we try to have sex less and less, instead of quitting all at once.”

“Oh… Are you sure that’s what you want, Tommy? That’ll make you shrink more.”

“I-I know, but… I-it’s the curse. It’s… it’s really strong. I can’t resist it all at once like this.” Tom felt a deep shame, admitting that he wasn’t strong enough to stand by his convictions.

“But Tommy. I’m resisting it just fine. Don’t get me wrong; I’ve been dying to just… ravage that sexy little body of yours.” Tom’s entire body shivered. “But it was more important to me that I respect my husband’s wishes, so I’ve kept my hands to myself. If I can resist the curse… why can’t you?”

Tom would’ve loved to know the answer to that

“Well, I guess it doesn’t matter. Stopping was your idea after all, so if you want to go back to sleeping together, I guess there’s no reason not to, right?”

“Y-yeah.”

“You just can’t help yourself around Mommy, can you? She’s so big and so pretty, isn’t she baby? You’re addicted to me, aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” he whined.

She reached out and gently squeezed his crotch through his pants, and he moaned. 

“You want Mommy to fuck you, little boy?”

“Yes…! Yes! Please!” He was shouting at the top of his lungs, unable to contain himself anymore, attempting to hump her hand. But it was already gone from his crotch; instead, she hugged him tighter, pulling him in close. She didn’t whisper so much as she breathed a single word into his ear, making the back of his neck break out in goosebumps.

“No.”