Give Yourself to Me - Chapter 15

Tom winced as he felt the elevator begin to move.

“Please don’t make me do this,” he pleaded.

Without looking, Lily reached out to him, her massive palm engulfing his shoulder.

“I’m not making you do anything, Tommy. I told you to do something, and you’re making the decision to obey me.” He looked up when she began speaking, but quickly cast his eyes back to the floor. She was so massive, and so beautiful, that it was almost too much for him to bear. She was a towering 6’9” now, and at only 4’3”, he just barely came up to her navel. That was something else she’d told him to do, another command that he’d “chosen” to obey—to give her as much of his size as she could take by Monday morning. Two inches in as many days, the most he’d shrunken in a single stretch. 

She wanted him to feel as small as possible today, she’d explained.

He wanted to argue with her. He wasn’t choosing this! No sane person would! She was strip-mining him; it was one thing that she kept making him smaller, shrinking him millimeter by millimeter with each orgasm, but now she was finding even more to take from him, taking away his autonomy, his independence… in some ways, beginning to pick away at his very essence, his very selfhood. 

The idea that he was a willing participant in any of this was absurd on its face. It was the curse! The curse had built a mental block in his mind, severed the lines that would let the word “no” transmit from his head to his mouth. The curse had forced him to post those blowjob pictures (and all the other explicit photos Lily had goaded him into uploading since). The curse had made him agree with her that he hadn’t yet been punished enough, and the curse had kept him from refusing her demands as she shrank him, as she dressed him, as she led him to the car and into the building and into this elevator. It was all the curse. It had to be.

Because, if it wasn’t… then Tom didn’t know who he was anymore. Then Lily was right about him wanting all of this, from recesses of his heart so dark and deep that he didn’t even know about them. If it wasn’t the curse, then she was right that he didn’t just have a submission kink, but a bone-deep yearning to be utterly controlled, dominated, owned by her, in all aspects of his life. If it wasn’t the curse, then his Momm—then his wife knew him far better than he knew himself. And that was a much, much more terrifying thought.

“Someone’s thinking big boy thoughts again. I can tell.”

“S-...Sorry, Mommy.”

“It’s alright, sweetheart.” Lily lifted her hand from his shoulder and caressed his head as the elevator continued to ascend. “I know how stubborn those big boy thoughts can be. That’s why we’re here, after all. One more step to help you get rid of them.”

Tom opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, the elevator dinged, and the doors slid open.

Tom had never really gotten used to continuously shrinking—everything always felt just a little further out of reach, a little higher, a little heavier, a little bigger than it should. But at the same time, everything always felt only a little too big, his mind constantly redefining “normal” as only an inch or so ago. This was especially true at home, where he’d been spending the vast majority of his time. Seeing the same rooms and objects day in and day out made it easy to constantly adapt to their gradually increasing scales.

Going out, to a shop or a restaurant or just taking a walk outside, was a somewhat different story. These spaces lacked the intimate familiarity of his home, and because he visited them rarely, his brain had no time to try and adjust to them as normal-seeming. The effect was that they felt cavernous, gigantic places fundamentally designed for people bigger than him. It was off-putting and intimidating, but because he had little to no internal reference frame, his mind defaulted to interpreting these as places built for giants and populated by giants. They didn’t exactly make him feel small; they just seemed big.

The effect was altogether different as he stepped into the reception area of the office where he worked (or, where he once worked). Other than his home, this was the place he’d spent more time than anywhere else, and he had a deep, thorough mental image of it in his mind. A mental image that was obliterated with every new detail he took in. Every single piece of the short corridor leading to the reception desk—the slate floor tiles, the ceiling, the doors, the windows—they all seemed warped, distorted, gargantuan. He looked over at an artificial plant, one that used to come up to just under his nose; it now shot far over his head. Everything was at once familiar and deeply, deeply alien, and more than anything he’d experienced in the past several months, it made realization crash over him like a tidal wave: he was tiny now.

The thought stopped him in his tracks, only a few steps out of the elevator. He felt completely paralyzed, overstimulated by the intense feeling of smallness the hallway instilled in him, unable to think or move until he felt a massive, feminine hand wrap around his own. Lily had to stoop down to reach his hand, and as she rose back to her full, impossible height, Tom’s forearm was pulled all the way up to the level of his shoulder, the level that Lily’s own hands rested naturally.

“Come on sweetie, you can do it.” She began leading him forward, and he followed. His overwhelmed mind, on the verge of melting down, clung to her gentle guidance like a life raft as he struggled to acclimate.

Of course, this life raft was drifting further and further into a storm.

None of Tom’s clothes fit him after losing two more inches this weekend. He was wearing the smallest t-shirt and jeans they owned, and both articles of clothing hung loosely off of him, his shoes flopping around awkwardly as he walked, a child’s belt with extra holes made by Lily the only thing keeping his pants up. He looked ridiculous, swimming in clothes that would be too small for a pre-teen. Lily, however, had already received a few articles of clothing from their online shopping spree, and somehow it was all pretty much the right size; clearly, she’d been having Tom shop a few sizes up from her dimensions at the time. She was wearing a white blouse under an unbuttoned turquoise cardigan—even though it more or less fit, Tom suspected that if she’d actually tried to button it up, her breasts would’ve torn it open immediately. Her hair had grown even longer and fuller, bouncing locks of deep, rich auburn spilling halfway down her back and over her shoulders, contrasting sharply with the seafoam sweater. A floral-print skirt hugged the contours of her wide hips and huge behind before spreading out into a flowy, swishy hemline that danced about her knees, every now and then showing a quick flash of thick, supple thigh as she moved.

Monica, the receptionist, hadn’t looked up from her computer when the elevator opened, but her attention was slowly drawn by the clacking of Lily’s sandals against the tile. Tom wasn’t sure how much Lily weighed at this point, but she was so big that her footsteps couldn’t help but echo through the hallway. Monica froze, jaw dropping as the two of them approached. Others spotted them through office windows or heard Lily’s loud echoing footsteps, and gradually emerged into the hallway as well. Greg, Bill, Tanya… Kathy… One by one, they appeared in the doorways of their offices to gawk at Lily, so taken with her that they didn’t even notice Tom, their former coworker, small and shaking next to her. Tom couldn’t help but be cowed by how gigantic they all seemed. These were people he used to think of as coworkers, peers. Now… Now, he’d gotten so small that even normal people inspired the same feelings of awe and fear that used to be exclusively Lily’s domain.

He felt like a child surrounded by adults. Which was exactly what Lily had wanted.

Lily released his hand as they arrived at the reception desk, giving him a small nudge on the back to step forward. The front end of the desk came all the way up to his mouth, and he had to step to the side slightly so that he could see Monica around her desktop monitors. As he placed his tiny hands on the edge of the counter, Monica finally took notice of him, a whole new level of shock overtaking her as he rose up on his toes, his full face emerging from behind the counter.

“Um… Hey, Monica. Is Paul—” Tom abruptly went quiet as two giant hands clamped down onto his shoulders, his wife’s breast casting him in shadow.

“Tommy, we talked about this on the ride over. That’s not how a polite little boy should address a grown-up.”

Tom’s lip quivered, but he took a deep breath and started over. “Hello… Ms. Hartford. Is uh…. Is Mr.—”

“Uh-uh! You should pay her a compliment first. That’s just good manners.”

Monica briefly craned her neck up at Lily, too shocked and confused to say anything as Tom steeled himself to start for the third time.

“Hello, Ms. Hartford. You… you look very pretty, today.” Tom felt the temperature rise in his face as he spoke. “Is Mr. Daniels free? I need to speak with him.” Lily squeezed his shoulder slightly. “Please.”

“Uh… sure. Let me…” Monica trailed off, reaching for her phone and hitting a key, her unbelieving gaze wandering between Tom and Lily. “Hey, Paul? Uh… Tom’s back from the hospital. He says he needs to talk to you.” She hung up the phone. “He says he’ll be out in just a minute.”

“Wonderful! Thank you so much, sweetie.” Lily’s voice was honey-sweet, and Monica…

Was Monica blushing?

“We’ll just wait over here. C’mon, Tommy.” With fingertips on his back, Lily led Tom to the side of the hall where there were a few small chairs for visitors. Everyone continued looking on as she turned to sit down… and immediately realized that her hips were too wide to fit between the armrests. With a shrug and a wink to the crowd of onlookers, she instead led Tom to stand against the wall beside the chairs, smiling affectionately down at him as his eyes were glued to the floor.

Risking a look up, Tom scanned the small crowd of office workers that had formed on the other side of the fall. They were all staring at the two of them, clearly dying to ask questions, clearly too intimidated by Lily to do more than whisper amongst other. Humiliation was devouring Tom from the inside out, his face red-hot and his breaths growing fast and shallow. Sensing his discomfort, Lily gently guided his head into her side, his head just barely clearing her hip. Instinctively, he began to nuzzle against her, taking comfort in the soft fabric of her cardigan and the rich scent of her perfume while simultaneously feeling even deeper humiliation as he debased himself like this in front of everyone.

“Tom! How the hell have you… been…” Paul had burst into the room full of friendly bluster, eager to welcome back his employee. And then he saw Lily. “Um,” he coughed, clearing his throat in a bid to eliminate the quivering in his voice. “Hello, ma’am. How… how can I help you?”

Lily just smiled, and nudged Tom away from her. “Why don’t you introduce me, sweetie.”

Paul’s eyes followed Lily’s downward, and he blinked in surprise, having completely overlooked the small man next to her, just like everyone else had at first. Tom took a step forward, heart pounding in his ears as he looked up at his boss. Paul was about average height, but from Tom’s perspective, he was an absolute behemoth. 

“Um, hi, P—Mr. Daniels. This is my… this is my Mommy.” As the word left his lips Tom felt a river of cold sweat run down his back. He watched as the exact same sequence of emotions played across Paul’s face that he’d already seen play across Monica’s.

“...Tom? Is that you? You… you look so different. I mean, I knew you were getting shorter, but it’s not just that… wait. Sorry, I don’t think I caught what you said.”

“I-I said that this is my Mommy, sir.”

Lily thrust out a hand, clear over Tom’s head. “Lily Chambers, it’s nice to meet you. We spoke on the phone a while back.”

Paul took her hand, stunned by how much bigger it was than his own. “Sorry, so, you’re Tom’s… mother?”

“Oh!” Lily laughed. “No, no, I’m his wife.” She flaunted the wedding ring on her left hand. “But ever since Tommy’s been shrinking, I’ve become… a little more than that. I’m not his ‘mother,’ but I am his Mommy.”

The muttering from the peanut gallery was growing louder as Paul cast his eyes back down to his shrunken employee.

“Tom… what the hell is this?”

Tom withered at the judgment in his boss’ voice, and struggled to maintain his composure. He wanted to run, to take off sprinting for the elevator. But instead he just stood there and muttered a reply so softly that he wasn’t sure anyone could hear him.

“It’s what she said. She’s my Mommy.”

“...Okay, uh. Sure.” Paul was clearly uncomfortable, and attempted to change the subject. “So, are you cured? Are you good to come back to work? We’ve uh… really, missed you here…”

“Um.” Tom swallowed and blinked back the tears forming in his eyes, fists clenched. Lily started rubbing his shoulders.

“It’s okay sweetheart, you can do it. Tell him what you came here to say.”

“I… I’m not gonna be coming back, actually.”

“Oh. You’re… resigning?”

“Y-yes, sir.” Lily had told him in advance to address everyone by “sir” or “ma’am” or their last name, and although she’d had to cajole him into doing it at first, the longer he stood under Paul’s confused, vaguely disapproving gaze, the more natural it felt to do. He’d been on a first-name basis with his boss from the day he started here, but in this moment, he felt so utterly inferior that “sir” came to him much more naturally than “Paul.”

Lily’s livestream had gone on for a bit longer the other day, as she talked about next steps with him. It didn’t really make much sense for Tom to ever go back to work, not when his salary was a drop in the bucket compared to what she was pulling in off of subscriptions.

“S-so, what am I going to do all day? Nothing?”

“Well, your first priority is going to be pleasing me. You can put your silly old job out of your mind altogether and just focus on devoting yourself to your loving Mommy. Doesn’t that sound better?” He was too ashamed to admit that it did. “But, if you really want something to do beyond that… I do have an awful lot of money now. We can still put all that accountant training of yours to good use, and you can manage it for me!”

“So I’ll… work for you?”

“Hehe, I guess you will, yeah! I’ll be your Mommy and your boss! How’s that sound, baby?... Of course, then again, you did overspend buying me clothes. Maybe you can’t be trusted with money after all…”

“Y-you told me to!”

“And you made the decision to obey me. It’s alright sweetie, I’ll just take it out of your paycheck… Mm, no, let’s call it your allowance.”

That just left the question of how he’d go about leaving his old job. He could just call in to quit, or even simply never show up again. But Lily had an idea she liked better. One that she thought might help clear out a few more of those “big boy thoughts:” she’d bring Tom down to the office so that he could resign in person, and explain exactly why he was leaving.

“I don’t need this job anymore,” said Tom, back in the present. “B-because…” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, steeling himself to recite the line Lily had given him. “Because, my Mommy is going to take care of me from now on. And l-l-l… little boys like me don’t need to make their own money.”

Paul squinted, his jaw shifting from one side to the other. He looked as if Tom was speaking a language that he only half-understood, and he was struggling to figure out what he had said.

“What are… I, I don’t understand.”

Tom grimaced and turned, staring straight up to meet Lily’s gaze. Hadn’t he done enough? Hadn’t he already given her what she wanted out of this?

She just beamed back at him. “Don’t ignore Mr. Daniels, sweetie, he’s speaking to you.”

Tom slumped in defeat.

“Stand up straight when you’re talking to a grown-up, Tommy.”

Miserable, Tom mustered what energy he had to do as she said and turned back to Paul, who was just watching the two of them, gears still turning in his head as he struggled to understand just what the hell he was looking at.

“I-I don’t know how else to explain it. Mommy is going to take care of me from now on, s-so, so I don’t need to work anymore. And… And… I’m j-just a little boy now, and little boys aren’t supposed to work, anyway.”

Paul continued staring. Not really staring at Tom, but through him, as he still struggled to comprehend.

Finally, he broke into a smile and chuckled. “This is like a prank, right? You’re playing a joke on us! Making fun of your height yourself before we get the chance to, to cut us off at the pass.” He looked at the other accountants, who nervously laughed along with him. “I mean, this can’t be your wife, right? You must have hired her for the joke! That’s really going all-out.”

Right. Of course that’s what Paul thought. Of course a normal person would never believe that Tom would do and say these things in earnest. Tom had become a freak, a slave to some arcane unknowable magic or his own perversions (or both). The laughter in the hall was sparse and trepidatious, people not quite sure whether it really was an elaborate prank or not, but even so, it was enough to make Tom nearly fall to pieces. He was a laughing stock. They didn’t take him seriously anymore, and they never would again. Not after this.

Lily bent down, way down, to put her lips to Tom’s ears, and Paul was silenced, stunned by the absurd amount of cleavage on display.

“It’s okay sweetie, it’s okay,” she whispered. “I know it’s hard, but you’re doing such a good job. I’m so proud of you.”

So many conflicting emotions filled Tom’s tiny body that it felt like they might tear him apart.. Inadequacy as the gigantic office loomed all around him; relaxation from the soothing tones of his wife’s voice. Humiliation at what he’d been (literally) reduced to; arousal from his wife’s enormous tits pressing into his shoulders and the back of his head, and gratitude that his oversized pants were camouflaging his raging erection.

Joy that his Mommy was proud of him; shame that her pride brought him so much joy.

“I-it’s not a joke, Mr. Daniels. I’m quitting. I’m going to…” he inhaled sharply, a screaming voice in his head desperately begging him not to finish that sentence, and desperately trying to assure him that he didn’t actually want to finish it. “I-I’m going to be my Mommy’s adorable little boy full-time from now on.”

Paul’s face became more stern as he struggled to focus on Tom, and not the gigantic tits squished agaisnt and around his head. “Tom, I… I don’t understand this. I mean, um. What you do with, with your… wife, in private, that’s between the two of you. But… bringing this kind of talk in here… it’s not exactly appropriate.”

“I-I’m sorry, sir, but M… Mommy told me I had to b-be completely honest with you.”

“And he’s doing such a good job!” Lily added, standing back to her full height and draping her arms over his shoulders.

“Tom… You… you’ve put in some really good years here,” his boss said, a warning in his voice. “Good enough that I think we can just forget this ever happened. I think it would be a real shame for you to throw all of that away.”

Tom looked up into Paul’s eyes, his expression a mixture of pity and disgust. Maybe Paul wouldn’t write him up for this, but no, he’d never forget that this happened. And neither would any of the others. Even if he did a complete 180 right now, disavowed everything he’d said, played it off as a joke and agreed to come back to work, they would forever remember the image of him standing here, small, trembling, on the verge of tears, fully underneath the shelf of his wife’s tremendous breasts, as his pitiful, shaking voice talked about being taken care of by his Mommy. The damage was already done, and there wasn’t any going back.

In fact, the damage had been done before they ever arrived. It had been done the moment he let Lily call him out of work, the moment he agreed to let her continue to shrink him. It wasn’t just his height; he was so much smaller now, in every way a person could be small. Frail, weak, vulnerable. The experience today had made it clear that even his personality, his identity, had shrunken along with everything else. Looking around at the giants surrounding him, he couldn’t honestly say that he had any place working alongside them. He didn’t belong in a place like this anymore. 

He was too little.

He couldn’t even find the words to reply to Paul. Instead, he turned back to Lily. “Can we go now, Mommy?” he asked, voice catching in his throat. “Please?”

“Oh, sweetheart… of course.” Tom buried his face against her stomach, and she lightly stroked his hair for a moment, before taking his hand and guiding him back toward the elevator. Everyone watched in silent disbelief as they walked away, Lily turning back toward them as they waited for the elevator to arrive.

“Say bye-bye to everyone, Tommy.”

Tom wiped his nose, his face getting slick with tears that he could no longer hold in. “B…Bye-bye.”

They entered the elevator, and as soon as the doors shut, Tom immediately broke into a full-on sobbing fit. Lily scooped him up in her arms, pressing his head to her shoulder as she cooed in his ear.

“Shh, shh, shh. It’s okay, baby. It’s okay. You were such a brave little boy today. Mommy’s so proud of her little man. But it was hard, wasn’t it? That’s okay, shhh, that’s okay. You just let it all out now. You cry as long as you need to.”

Tom continued bawling into her shoulder the entire ride down, only beginning to regain control of himself as the elevator reached the ground floor. An occasional spasming sob rocked his body as she carried him back out to the car, but he had largely calmed down as she put on his seatbelt for him. As they drove home, he stared out the window, faintly seeing his reflection in the glass, eyes red and swollen, face glistening with tears.

“Mommy?” he said softly after a long time.

“Yes, baby?”

“I don’t want to shrink anymore. I want to stop having sex.”