Give Yourself to Me - Chapter 12

Lily was having fun.

“Alright, let’s get one with Carl and Grandma now! Everyone else, back out of the frame please.”

It’s not like she hated doing wedding photos. They’d just gotten a bit samey. She’d taken a long enough break that doing this felt a little novel again. Plus, she was actually getting to point her camera around, frame shots, make creative decisions; the kinds of things that the stationary set-up she used for her and Tom at home didn’t allow for.

And, frankly, it was just fun to be big in public.

At 6’6”, she was nearly a full head taller than the next tallest person in attendance. She was drawing so much attention that she was a little worried that she was upstaging the bride. She’d tried to dress conservatively, putting her hair in a tight bun and wearing a professional-looking pantsuit.

But a body like hers was hard to conceal.

On some level, Lily didn’t really feel like she was growing. It felt more like the world around her was getting smaller. The bride, the groom, the crowd of guests, the other vendors… Everyone was just so little! It was like she’d been invited to a miniature wedding—even the taller men seemed somehow smaller to her than it seemed like they should. A thought struck her as she considered why: her eyes were growing along with the rest of her. Everything really did look smaller to her than it would to someone of equal stature.

Well, whatever the explanation, the end result was that the entire mini-wedding struck her as absolutely adorable.

“Alright, that’s perfect. Oh, Carl, your boutonniere just got knocked a little out of whack. Lemme come fix it for you.” It was a lie; she just needed an excuse to get close to the groom. His grandmother stepped away as she fiddled with the lapel of his tuxedo and the flower pinned to it, looking at him judgmentally the entire time.

“Carl, sweetie, you’ve been staring at me ever since I got here. I know I can be a little… distracting, but don’t you think there’s someone else you should be focusing on today?”

“What? No, I…” He trailed off as Lily raised an eyebrow, silently questioning whether he was really going to deny her accusation. “...You’re completely right. I am very sorry.”

“Oh, hon, it’s not my feelings you hurt.” Truth be told, he probably didn’t hurt his new wife’s, either; she’d been staring just as much as everyone else. She was staring right now! Lily beckoned her over with one hand as she finished “adjusting” Carl’s tux.

“Linda, you gotta keep an eye on this guy! Make sure you don’t ever let him forget who’s boss, alright?” They both laughed at her teasing as she pulled her camera off of her neck and handed it to Linda. “Here. Take a selfie together. It’ll be fun to see it mixed in with all the other photos.”

Lily wrapped up the photoshoot and wandered into the reception hall, scanning the crowd for her husband. Her eyes lit up when she saw Tommy standing against the back wall, wearing a suit that she was pretty sure matched the 10-year-old ring bearer’s. The crowd wordlessly parted for her as she entered the room; even those who didn’t turn to look at her, few and far between as they were, instinctively knew to get out of her way. She reveled in the feeling of power. A crowd like this would have been a nightmare to navigate before, but now, she commanded it without so much as a single word or gesture.

She was so glad she came.

  *

Tom was starting to wish he hadn’t come.

He’d never been much of a social butterfly. He probably would’ve felt a little awkward at a stranger’s wedding no matter what. But now that he was a mere 4’6”, it wasn’t just awkward; to be perfectly honest, it was a little scary. Being surrounded by so many people, so much bigger than him, getting gawked at, getting lost in a sea of people who towered over him when he tried to make his way over to the bar, getting turned away from the bar because he was mistaken for a child… it was overwhelming.

Making matters even worse was the fact that all those little, unconscious ways that people were belittling him, treating him as less-than just because of his small size… it was making him anxious, but to his shame, it was also making him horny. He hoped that Lily would finish with the pictures soon. Her teasing would probably just exacerbate his problems, but even so, he’d feel a little more secure if he had her here with him.

He needed his M—... his wife. He needed his wife.

He’d no sooner had the thought when Lily’s head, hovering over the entire crowd, got his attention. He smiled as she waved to him and strode over by his side.

“Hey there,” she said as she leaned against the wall, arm resting well over his head. “What’s a cute little thing like you doing here all alone?”

“W-waiting for my wife.” She was so fucking huge now. The last inch she’d taken from him brought the top of his head down beneath her breasts, forcing her to lean down slightly to even see him when she was standing this close.

“Your wife?” Lily asked. Her tone was more playful than scolding; “wife” was still a word she allowed him to use, after all. Still, he knew exactly what she wanted him to say. He gulped, looking around to make sure no one was too close before turning his gaze back up at her radiant emerald eyes, peeking at him over the swell of her enormous bust.

“M-my Mommy, I mean. I’m waiting for my Mommy.”

“Mm. That’s two.”

“...Huh?”

“Two times you’ve addressed me properly, cutie. I’m keeping count. Listen, I know full-well that I’m making a big ask. Which is why…” she bent down further, leaning far enough that she was nose-to-nose with him. “...Once we get home tonight, I’m going to reward you for each and every time you do it.” She punctuated the explanation with a kiss, then reached out her hand for him to take.

With no point of comparison, it looked like the same delicate, dainty hand that it always used to be. But as he reached up to take it, it clearly dwarfed his own. His hand was completely subsumed by hers.

“Come on sweetheart, they’re about to start serving dinner.”

The two of them were seated at a table near the back of the dining hall; understandably, the better seats were reserved for the actual guests. They shared a table with a few other hired hands: the florist, the planner, and the makeup artist. Lily effortlessly fell into a familiar pattern of small-talk, having had these kinds of conversations dozens of times over the years.

Tom was preoccupied with the fact that his feet didn’t reach the floor. Between that, the smaller portion of food Lily had arranged for him, and everyone else at the table talking shop about weddings, something he knew nothing about… he felt like a kid that got seated at the grown-ups’ table.

“And, what do you do, Tommy?” asked the florist. Tom internally winced; Lily had been the one to introduce him, so now all of these strangers were using her pet name for him.

“I uh. Work at an accounting firm. We mostly service local companies around town. You know, places too small to have their own accounting department.” With the conversation pivoting to something he could actually talk about, he felt a small bump in his confidence, and sat up a little straighter. He reached for his flute of champagne…

…And Lily snatched it away from him.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Tommy.”

So much for the confidence.

“Li… Mommy,” Tommy said sharply, between his teeth, praying that the others wouldn’t catch what he said.. “Y’know, I am an adult. I’m allowed to drink.” He reached for the glass, but she pulled it further away and gave him a disapproving look.

“First of all, you need to watch your tone.” The florist and the planner exchanged awkward glances. “And secondly, I’m serious. You haven’t had any alcohol since you started shrinking, we don’t know how much you can handle anymore.”

“Did… did you say shrinking?” the planner asked.

“Oh, yeah! Tommy didn’t always used to be such a cute little guy. Actually, he used to be nearly as tall as I am!” Lily beamed happily at the others, as if what she was saying didn’t sound insane. Tom nervously picked at the chicken breast on his plate, praying for the moment to end.

“I used to be a lot smaller, too. Nearly as small as him. We’ve kind of traded places, plus a little extra!”

The makeup artist cautiously laughed, assuming that Lily must be making a joke. The others joined in, and Lily laughed alongside them before downing Tom’s champagne in one gulp, then reached for her own.

“Whoa! Are you sure you should be drinking that much?” Tom asked.

“Oh, please. I’m huge! I could probably down a whole bottle without it doing anything!” Lily giggled, then threw back the second glass.

  *

Lily had miscalculated.

It was true that her body was much larger now, and that it took more to get her drunk than it used to. But until three months ago, she’d been 4’9” and 80 pounds soaking wet, and she was only used to drinking enough for that body. Her alcohol tolerance was, apparently, one thing that hadn’t grown with her, and her increased mass could only help so much when she was used to getting tipsy off a single glass of wine.

The evening quickly turned into a blur.

Lily leading the dance-floor in a… somewhat loose interpretation of the Electric Slide.

Carl and Linda insisting she do a shot with them.

The bridesmaids insisting she do a shot with them.

The groomsmen cheering her on as she made good on her threat to chug an entire bottle of champagne. 

Tom, desperately trying to stay upright as she aggressively grinded on him.

Tom, slow-dancing with her, his head tucked beneath her breasts.

The whole crowd laughing as, in the middle of the song, Lily loudly asked if anyone had seen her husband, she seemed to have misplaced him.

The whole crowd cheering as she took off her jacket, undid a few buttons of her blouse, and let her hair down.

Tom, bringing her a pitcher of water.

Tom, sitting on her lap while she made out with him, the water untouched.

Linda and the bridesmaids, insisting she do another shot.

Linda and the bridesmaids, shouting questions about her and Tom over the music.

“Feel how light he is!” Lily yelled, hoisting Tom up and offering him to Linda, who herself was drunk enough to accept without really thinking. The smaller woman had to struggle slightly to take him… but not that much.

“Oh wow, yeah, he’s like… a heavy suitcase, maybe!”

“Really?” another bridesmaid interjected. “Let me try!”

“Alright, alright!” Tom shouted indignantly. He struggled out of the maid of honor’s arms, hitting the floor with a hard thud.

“Ow!”

“Ohhh, sweetie, c’mere! Let Mommy kiss it better!”

The other women all laughed.

“So like, I don’ wanna pry but… what happened to you? When me ‘n Carl got our engagement photos done, you were like…” Linda held her hand flat at her clavicle, to indicate Lily’s old height. “‘N now, yer like…” She opened her hands and her eyes wide, gesturing to Lily’s massive form. “How’s that even happen?”

“We have no idea!” Lily giggled in response. “It jus’ started happenin’ one day. But I like it, and he likes it, so iss workin’ out!”

“How’s that even work?” a bridesmaid asked. “I mean, if I had a guy like that, I’d be worried about breakin’ ‘im. An’ yer a lot bigger’n me. What do you two even… y’know… do?”

Lily grinned impishly as she sat down, plopping Tom onto her lap and cuddling him against her “Whatever I want. That’s the best part.” A round of approving “oooohs” came in response.

“Tommy likes it that way, though. He likes it when I boss ‘im around, don’t you, sweetie?”

When he didn’t answer right away, Lily frowned and looked down at him. “Iss okay, baby. Iss nothing to be ashamed about.” She turned back to her new friends. “He’s shy about admitting it, but iss true. He gets off on doing what I tell ‘im.”

Once again, everyone burst into laughter.

“Sounds like the perfect husband!”

“Linda, it’s not too late for an annulment! You should find a guy like that instead!”

Lily laughed way too hard at the joke, Tom bouncing up and down on her leg as she did. “No, no, Carl seems like a good guy. You jus’ gotta train him, thassall.” More laughter. “Jus’ gotta find the right buttons to push. Like Tommy here, he’s got kind of a… Mommy thing. He likes to be mothered. Don’t you, sweetie?”

Tom blushed intensely, making himself smaller as he stared at the ground.

“Aww, look how embarrassed he is!”

“It, I, mmph…” Tom sputtered.

“Tommy, why don’t you tell all these nice ladies what you are?”

Tom looked up at her, pleading, still nursing the arm he’d landed on, but in her drunken state that just made Lily laugh. “C’mon! Say it!”

“You can tell us, Tommy!”

“Yeah, we’re all friends here!”

“I… I… ugh. I’m… her adorable little boy.”

Tom cringed so hard at the ensuing wave of laughter and whooping that Lily drunkenly imagined him actually shrinking, right there in her lap.

After more drinking and dancing and laughter, at some point Lily found herself holding a microphone, the one that had been used for toasts during dinner.

“I just wanna say!—ooh, whoops,” Lily had shouted far too loud into the mic. She certainly had everyone’s attention now.

“I jus’ wanna say, that you are all wonnerful people, an’ I know, I’m not a guest, I’m just the photog… photographer, but I’ve had such a great time getting to know alla you!” The crowd cheered in response. “Carl, Linda, you’re such a cute lil’ couple, you’re both such sweethearts, and I’m so glad I got to be the one to doc… to docu… document your big day! I can’t wait to share all the pitchers with you, an’—”

There was a sudden burst of feedback, and then the amps went dead. Confused, Lily looked down at the microphone, then covered her mouth in shock.

“Oh my god, I am soso sorry!” She shouted. “I… I’ll be honest I am drunk off my ass.” The crowd all laughed. “I guess I was… grippin’ the microphone too hard, and…” She held it up for everyone to see; the plastic casing was crushed, as was the circuit board inside. Little chips of plastic flaked off and fell to the floor.

“I dunno who owns this, but please, lemme know, I will pay for that. Gosh, thass embarrassing… Tommy, I can’t see where you are, but I promise I’ll be gentl’er than this when we get home!” Roaring laughter filled the hall as Lily gingerly set the smashed microphone on a nearby table and slinked away.

  *

Tom was exhausted.

It was well past midnight, and he was doing his best to prop up his wife as they made their way to the car. In truth, he wasn’t capable of doing much other than steer her in the right general direction.

“Here,” he said, opening the back door. “You should lay down. You’ve had way too much to drink.”

“I… don’ approve of you tellin’ me what to do.” Lily then proceeded to do exactly what he told her to do.

“Ughh… there’s no space back here! My legs’re all cramped up! This car’s gettin’ too small.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll try to get us home fast.” Tom climbed into the driver seat and moved the seat as far forward as it would go.

“...Oh. That’s… oh.”

“Wha? What is it?”

“I, um. I can’t reach the pedals.”

Loud, snorting, drunken laughter exploded out of the back seat. “Oh my god! You’re so tiny now, Tommy! Ah… shit. What’re we gonna do?”

“I guess we’ll just have to call an Uber, and you’ll have take one back here tomorrow to get the car.

“Ohhh no. Suddenly Misser Cheapskate wants t’splurge on an Uber? No way, ‘stoo pricey.”

“Well, okay then! What’s your idea for getting us home?”

“We’ll jus’ wait ‘til I sober up, it’s fine.”

“L—Mommy, that’s going to take hours. We’ll be here until morning, at least.”

“Thass fine, I know how we can spen’ the time.” She pushed herself up to one elbow, smiling at him sleepily. “I kept count all night, Tommy. I can’t walk straight, but I kept count. Well… okay maybe I lost count at some point, but I got an estimate.”

“...What? Kept count of what?”

“How many times you called me Mommy! I tol’ you, I was gonna reward you for each of ‘em. With that las’ one you just did, yer at 22. I’m gonna make you cum 22 times. I’ll prolly be good t’drive by the time I’m finished.”

“We’re not going to fuck in the car 22 times. Especially not in the middle of a parking lot.”

“Sure we are! I think we got a blanket in the trunk.”

“You were just complaining that you didn’t have enough space back there.” 

“Someone’s bein’ a sourpuss.” Lily tried to put a teasing affect on her voice, but her slurred speech sort of ruined it. “Yer grumpy about me teasin’ you in front of all those ladies, aren’t you?”

“I mean… I didn’t like it.”

“Sure you did.” For a split second, Lily seemed astonishingly sober. But it didn’t last. “You love bein’ humiliated and domi-... domni… nominated.”

“I don’t like being forced to call you Mommy in front of other people.”

“That makes 23,” she smiled. “An’ I think you do. I think… I think this whole thing yer doin’ is part of it fer you, too. You don’t jus’ wanna gimme control, you wan’ me to have to take it. You wanna tell yerself that iss happenin’ agains’ yer will, ‘cuz iss hotter for you that way. Isn’t that right, Tommy?”

Tom was silent for a long moment, Lily grinning at him like the Cheshire Cat in the rearview mirror. At last, instead of answering, he decided to fish his phone out of his pocket.

“Look, I’m just gonna get us a cab—”

“No yer not!” Lily shouted. She seized Tom by the wrist, making him drop his phone down into the footwell. “Yer gonna get back here and let Mommy reward you! Oop, iss 24 now.”

“That one was you! Let go!!” Tom struggled vainly as she yanked on him, pulling him through the front seats and into her arms. He struggled against her, but it was completely fruitless; he may as well have been wrestling a grizzly bear. Her movements were slow and awkward, between how drunk she was and how little space she had to work with, but bit by bit she was managing to peel off his clothes, pressing her lips to any patch of skin she managed to expose. 

“Stop! Stop it, Lily!”

Suddenly, she did. She went completely still, and a wave of fear overcame Tom. He’d just called her Lily. It was bad enough that she was about to fuck him in public; was she about to figure out a way to punish him in public now?

There wasn’t enough light for him to clearly see her face. He froze in her arms for a long, silent moment. Every second she didn’t say something, his fears multiplied.

Finally, the silence broke, as a long, low snore escaped her lips.

Tom breathed a sigh of relief. He moved to get off of her, to crawl back into the front and get his phone… and found that he couldn’t. He couldn’t move at all. Her arms were still wrapped around him, and even asleep, she was too strong for him to get out of her hold.

“Mommy… Mommy! Wake up! Lily!”

“Mmm… Mommy loves you too, baby.” She shifted slightly, but didn’t loosen her grip at all. He kept trying to call out to her, to struggle against her powerful arms, but it was useless. She was dead to the world, and all he could do was lay there, half-dressed, and wait for her to wake up.

She had complete control over him, even while she was unconscious.