Give Yourself to Me - Chapter 11

Lily closed her eyes, hands fidgeting in anticipation.


She was standing at attention, back pressed against the height chart in her studio. One of the cameras rhythmically clicked as Tom struggled to reach the top of her head to mark her on the chart, stretching as high as he could on his toes. Lily felt his slight, scrawny body struggling against her own, his shoulders bumping up against her breasts, and had shut her eyes to try and ignore him and keep still. 


“I… I can’t reach around your, uh. Your chest.” A thrill went down Lily’s spine, and she had to redouble her efforts to hold still.


“Try from the side then! C’mon, hurry up. You know that today’s the big day!”


Tom swallowed and nodded, moving around to her side. Lily shut her eyes more tightly, balling and unballing her fists as she waited, gripping the fabric of the new teal sundress she’d been saving for the occasion. She’d been waiting to hit this milestone ever since she cracked six feet; she’d been so close yesterday, by today she must have reached—


“Um. I can’t reach from this side either. Your hips are too wide for me to stand close enough. Maybe I can go get a stool—”


“Oh, for… here!” Snapping her eyes open, Lily grabbed him by the waist and hoisted him up. Suddenly, they were eye-to-eye for the first time in nearly a month. Tom blushed, too awestruck to do what he was up here for, and Lily blushed back, heat building between her legs as she studied her husband’s precious, delicate face, and realized just how weightless he felt in her arms.


She broke eye contact by looking up, gesturing with her head to the height chart. Tom shook himself out of his reverie and made a dot with a pen.


“You’re 6’3”, Mommy.” Lily breathed in slowly, deeply, her expanding lungs pressing her tits against Tom’s body.


“A-actually, you… you’re just a little bit taller than 6’3”.”


The cameras kept clicking away, and Lily mentally snapped a picture as well, taking a beat to enshrine this moment in her memory.


“Do you know what that means, Tommy?” she asked, continuing to hold him up to her level.


The look on his face made it clear that he did.


“It means that even if you were still as tall as you used to be, your wife would still be bigger than you.”


“Y-... yeah.”


“But you aren’t as tall as you used to be, are you baby?” Lily turned around, placing Tom against the chart, his head level with the 6’3'' mark. Then, she began to very gradually lower him.


“No, you used to be up here, but now you’re all… the way… down… there.” On “there,” Tom’s feet finally touched the floor again. Lily wrapped her arms around him, her tits deforming around his head as she pulled him firmly into her chest.


“From my big, strong husband, down to my adorable little boy.”


In response, Tom simply threw his arms around her, squeezing her as tightly as he could (which wasn’t all that tightly).


“Are you Mommy’s adorable little boy?”


“...Yes.”


“Then say it, sweetie.”


Tom pulled his face out of her cleave enough to look up at her, face turning a deep shade of red. Lily couldn’t help but laugh.


“I-I’m… I’m your…” She grinned as she felt his erection pressing into her leg, just above her knee. “I’m your a-adorable… adorable little boy…”


“You are!” Lily lifted Tom up again, planting a big kiss on his lips before setting him down and hugging him even more tightly. “And you get littler and more adorable every day. Speaking of! We still need to measure you, don’t we?” 


The doorbell echoed into the garage from the house.


“Stay right there, sweetie. Mommy will be right back.” She quickly made for the front door, her dress flowing around her bare ankles. Even something as simple as answering the doorbell gave her an opportunity to revel in her growth, appreciating how many fewer steps it took to make the trip.


She opened the door on a delivery man, whose eyes only came up to her throat. Surprised, he immediately looked up to meet her gaze, then glanced down at the extraordinary amount of cleavage she had on display, tantalizingly close to his face. After lingering there for just a second too long, he forced himself to look back into her eyes, clearing his throat.


“I have a uh, delivery…” he said, stepping aside to reveal a large cardboard box, roughly three feet long on each side.


“Oh, yes! I’ve been expecting that. Thank you so much, sweetie!” The delivery man was visibly flustered as Lily took a step out onto the stoop, grabbing onto one of the box’s handholds.


“Oh, ma’am, be careful with that! It’s… heavy…” before he’d even finished his warning, Lily had heaved the box up into the air one-handed, steadying it with her other hand as she moved to bring it inside. She set it down in the foyer, then shot the man a wink before shutting the door.


“What is that, Lil—” Tom stopped, feigning a cough to mask his misstep. “Mommy?”


Lily glowered at him for a moment. He hadn’t fully slipped up since the day she’d punished him, but he still kept having all these little near-misses that showed her that he’d yet to really internalize their new relationship. Still, he was technically obeying her, so she couldn’t exactly punish him. She just hoped he’d get better at it with time.


She shook her head and turned her attention to his question. “It’s a new office chair. That cheap one we’ve got upstairs is starting to creak under my weight, and… well, my hips are getting a little too wide to fit between the arm rests. This is one of those big fancy ones, like you see in an executive’s office!”


Tom raised an eyebrow. “Those are… pretty expensive, aren’t they? Can we really afford something like that right now? I mean, I’ve already missed two paychecks being out of work.”


“Sweetheart…” she answered, closing the distance between them and placing a hand against his cheek. “You’re talking to me like I’m your wife. I’m your Mommy now, remember?”


“But, no, that’s… That’s not… I’m talking about our money. That’s… you know… real.”


Lily’s eyes went wide and Tom desperately tried to backpedal as she silently fumed. “I’m not! I’m not saying that… this, isn’t real. But, I’m just worried, you know? You bought us both all-new clothes this week, and that’s like, the second or third time you’ve done that. And now the chair, it… I mean, I can see our bank account. The costs are adding up.”


“Tom, what are you?”


“...Huh?”


Lily shrugged and crossed her arms, staring down at her husband imperiously. “What are you?” she repeated. “What did you just tell me that you are?”


Tom still didn’t catch on for a moment or two, but when he did, he shook his head. “No, Li—” her stare intensified and he stopped himself, clearly more out of frustration than out of respect.


He was really trying her patience.


“No, Mommy, that’s not what I’m talking about right now. I—”


“That’s what I’m talking about right now, Tommy.” She took a step closer, resting a hand on each of his shoulders and standing up straight, lording her eighteen inch height advantage over him. Light streamed in through the window in the front door at Lily’s back, making it so that he was literally in her shadow.

Her intimidation tactic worked, and she watched the nerve drain out of his face. He looked so small down there, so pathetic. Is this what she used to look like to him? He’d never tried to intimidate her with his size like this, but the fact that he used to even be capable of it made her angry.


“Now, I’m going to ask you again, and if you don’t answer me this time, you’re not going to like what happens. What are you?”


Tom sputtered and stuttered, the little bit of defiance he’d mustered completely draining away from him. “I-I… I’m… your adorable little boy.”


“That’s right, Tom, you are. Do adorable little boys worry about things like ‘bank accounts?’”


“I… I…” Looking down into his eyes, she could see that he wanted to argue with her. His lips quivered as he tried to force himself to speak, but no words came.


“Personally, I think that adorable little boys, adorable good little boys, trust their Mommies to handle things like that for them. Don’t you agree, Tommy?”


“Uh… I…” she could feel him trembling through her hands. Good. “I guess so…”


“Do you trust your Mommy, Tom?”


“I-it’s not about trust, I’m j-just worried that we’re going to run out of—”


“Tom. Do you trust your Mommy?”


“I… I mean… of course I trust you.”


“Mommy.”


“Huh?”


“Say, ‘of course I trust you, Mommy.’”


Tom deflated slightly. His eyes darted around, but with how close she was, there was nowhere he could turn to avoid looking at her.


“...Of course I trust you, Mommy.”


“Louder.”


“Of course I trust you, Mommy!”


“Good boy.” Warmth had all at once returned to her voice, and she smiled at him as she patted his head. She was still mad, but she needed to reinforce the behavior she wanted out of him.


“Now say, ‘I’m sorry for talking back to you, Mommy.’”


She could hear Tom’s voice catch in his throat. His lips quivered, and there was a slight shimmer in his eyes.


Was she really making him cry?


“I-I…” He heaved a sigh, turning his gaze toward the ground. She realized that it wasn’t her that was bringing him to tears, not exactly. It was his shame that he wasn’t putting up more of a fight.


She’d have to train that out of him.


“I’m sorry for talking back to you, Mommy.”


“Good boy,” she cooed. Gently, she used one hand to tilt his head up to face her, and the other to wipe away the tear running down his cheek. She kissed him tenderly on the forehead, and smiled as she felt him shutter beneath her.


“Now, sweetie, I want you to say just one more thing: ‘let me put your new chair together for you, Mommy, to show you how sorry I am and how much I love you.’”


“L-let me put your new chair together for you, M-mommy. To, to show you how s-sorry I am, and how much I love you.”


“Oh, honey! That’s so sweet of you! You can take it to the garage to work on it. Be careful though, it’s heavy. Don’t try to pick it up, just drag it. We’ll have to finish the photo shoot later—oh! That’s right! The cameras are still going!” Lily took off toward the garage, leaving Tom to struggle with the heavy box alone.


She was still nursing a bit of anger toward her husband, but it was starting to fade. More importantly, she felt pretty confident that after all that he wouldn’t ask her any more questions about their finances.


Which was good, because she didn’t want to spoil his surprise.


  *


Tom had let this get out of hand.


Obviously, he had a pretty strong submissive streak. He’d made his peace with that weeks ago. He even had to admit that it was pretty fucking hot when Lily put on the whole “Mommy” act. He didn’t really mind calling her Mommy while they fooled around. If he was being honest, he liked it, and he liked it a lot.


But this entire time, Lily had been pushing the envelope further and further. It was fun, at first, as she kept exploring more and more ways to dominate him, her efforts multiplied by her absorption of his size. But something about that day he first called her Mommy… it felt like something had changed. Like he’d activated something in her, and this was no longer a matter of fun and games. She wasn’t content to take charge in the bedroom, wasn’t content to find little ways to belittle and dominate him throughout the day. Now, it felt like she wouldn’t be satisfied with anything less than complete, unquestioning subservience.


Lily had told him, back when he was 5’6” (God, that seemed so tall now!) that he was in complete control. That she was only playing the role of a dominant partner because that’s what he liked, and if he stopped liking it, all he had to do was say the word, and she’d stop. He only had to give her as much of his size as he wanted. She’d play the role of the boss, but in reality, he’d be the one in charge.


Had that ever been true?


Had she just told him what he needed to hear to agree to go along with all of this? Or, had she really meant it at the start, and decided to quietly change the terms of the arrangement somewhere along the line? Did he lose control of the situation at some point, or did he never have it to begin with? 


As he lay in bed alone, curled up in the sheets as he listened to Lily moving about downstairs, another possibility occurred to him. What if he did still have control? He’d complained, and pushed back, and even gotten upset a few times, but he’d never actually told her to stop. What if…


What if on some level, he wanted this?


No, that couldn’t be true.


Then why hadn’t he tried to have a serious talk with her? Over the past several days, he’d occasionally tried to resist her, tried to argue or assert himself, but she’d just steamroll him and he’d inevitably go along with whatever she said. She’d “punished” him a couple times, but she rarely had to go that far. A stern look, a sharp word, and he’d suddenly feel an irresistible wave of shame and guilt, and found himself desperate to get back in her good graces. 


Was… Was this the next stage of the curse? Was he right from the start that it was playing with their minds? That would explain why Lily had suddenly kicked her domination games into overdrive, and why he found himself incapable of resisting her; even now, as he considered the idea of going downstairs and calmly but firmly asserting some boundaries, the idea was unpleasant to him. The mere thought felt like touching a hot stove.


That was it then. The curse was robbing him of his willpower, just like it was robbing him of his size. Maybe Lily would stop if he could work up the nerve to force the issue… but he wasn’t capable of doing that anymore.


The only other explanation was that… that for all his fretting and complaining, he liked the way Lily was treating him. And that just couldn’t be right. He wanted his independence! He’d been telling himself for a while that he’d talk to her about ending their sex life once they swapped heights; that seemed like a poetic way to close things out. But now, 4’9” was in the rearview, and he still hadn’t even tried to broach the subject. It… it just never seemed like the right time. Either she was scolding him for failing to meet her expectations of obedience, or she was smothering him with affection, or they were having a normal, quiet moment, and bringing it up would ruin that.


Or, or, or.


Was the curse going to ever let him ask to stop? 


“Tommy!” came Lily’s voice from the kitchen, followed by creaking stairs. Lily’s footsteps were just a little bit heavier every day. “Are you awake?”


“Yes… Mommy.” He rolled over to look toward the door, and his jaw dropped.


Lily was breathtaking. The first time he saw her each day, her beauty overwhelmed him all over again. Probably because, in part, every morning she was just a little bit more beautiful than she’d been the night before.


She was wearing a soft blue sleeveless sweater-dress, the chunky knit patterns in the fabric warping and stretching as they traced the outrageous elliptical lines of her body, flaring out dramatically at her chest, coming back in to follow the curve of her belly, before once again exploding outward as the dress reached her hips, so wide they nearly filled the doorframe, before the hem finally terminated just above the knee.

 

Her hips filled the doorway horizontally, and the rest of her filled it vertically, her head only a few inches shy of the molding, her wild auburn mane taking up most of the gap. Her hair, wavy and lustrous, rose voluminously off of her scalp before descending down her shoulders and beyond, curling up just a bit at the tips. It looked messy at first blush, but it was clearly a well-manicured, deliberately planned mess.


And then there was her face, smiling that same adoring smile it did so often, watching him wordlessly as he slowly took in the sight of her. 


Tom finally realized he’d been staring.


“Um. Sorry.”


“No! Mommy loves the way you look at her, sweetie. Never apologize for that. You look as long as you like.”


Tom felt an aching in his heart. Her words, soft and melodious, made him painfully aware of just how much empty space there was in the bed when she wasn’t in it. His feet came nowhere close to the edge of the mattress, and even if he were to lay spread-eagle, he wouldn’t be able to reach either of the sides from his current position. Seeing her there in the doorway, the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen, looking down at him with such pure, undiluted love, it made every single inch that separated them feel unbearably painful. All he wanted to do was curl up with her, let her soothing touch and warm, expansive body take away all of his fears and anxieties.


The fact that she was the root cause of those fears and anxieties didn’t make him want that any less.


Slowly, she began to enter the bedroom, and Tom did his best to hide the anticipation he felt as she drew closer. She sat on the side of the bed, and Tom felt the mattress deform under her weight. Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she reached out and gently guided him to scoot over and lay his head on her lap, sliding her dress up slightly to give him full access to her impossibly silky thigh. He sighed as she stroked his hair, and he very nearly forgot entirely that he’d been so troubled before she came in.


None of that seemed important right now.


“I got a phone call, sweetie. I actually have a wedding booked this weekend.”


“Oh!... Really? I haven’t heard you talk about wedding photos in months.”


“I know, but these folks booked me all the way back last year. I did their engagement photos, they were really nice!... Boy. I guess they’re gonna be in for a real surprise when they see me, huh?”


“Oh, yeah, wow. Well, we do need the money.”


Lily’s hand came to a rest on Tom’s neck. “Oh, sweetie, are you still thinking about that? I told you to let me worry about it.”


“I know, but. It’s just… we’re burning through most of our savings. I’ll probably have to go back to work soon.”


“Shhh.” She began gently massaging his shoulder; Tom thought about how strong Lily had gotten, and how hard she must be concentrating to avoid using too much force. “You need to trust your Mommy, sweetheart. She’s got everything under control, I promise.”


Tom tried to respond, but Lily just kept talking. “Anyway, I don’t really love shooting weddings, but it might be fun to see it from a different perspective! No more standing on chairs to get a good eye-level shot, ha. Plus, it’s been a little bit since you’ve gotten out; why don’t you come with me?”


“You want me to come?”


“Sure! Why not? Good food, dancing—oh, I haven’t gotten to dance with you since you started shrinking, that’ll be a blast. I’ll get the pictures taken care of in the first hour or two, and then we’ll make a date night out of it!”


“...Okay! Sure! That sounds fun.”


Lily gently started tugging on Tom, pulling him into her lap and sitting him up. Sitting on her leg like this brought him up to her eye level… maybe slightly below it.


“There’s just one thing, sweetie. I expect you to behave yourself if I take you out. Do you understand what I mean?”


Tom furrowed his brow, and then widened his eyes, his jaw going slack. “No… Please.”


Lily smiled and shook her head. “You have to call me Mommy. If anything, it’s even more important that you do it in public. It wouldn’t reflect very well on me if people saw that I let my little boy talk to me disrespectfully, would it?”


“Re-wh-... How will it reflect on me if people hear me call you that? Everyone will think I’m some kind of… weird pervert!”


“Well, Tommy, first of all: you are kind of a weird pervert. But that’s okay, it turns out so am I. And secondly—”


“I—!”


“And secondly, you don’t have to worry about what anyone else thinks of you. There’s only one person in the entire world you need to please, and she wants you to call her Mommy when she takes you out. Will you do it? Will you be good for me?”


This was it. This was the perfect opportunity to try and hit the brakes. She was making a new demand of him, more ridiculous and humiliating than anything before. And she was asking him if he was willing to go through with it. He didn’t know how much she was really asking, but she was asking all the same. 


This was the time to say something.


No, I’m not going to do that.


I’m sorry, but that’s too much for me.


We should have set a safeword at the start of this; I’d be using it right now if we had.


“...”


“Tom?”


“...O-...Okay, Mommy. I’ll do it.”


Either Tom was right, and the curse was taking away his willpower, or Lily was right, and he was a gigantic pervert.


Well.


“Gigantic” really wasn’t the right word.


“Yay!! Oh, I knew I could count on you, sweetie.” She squeezed him, tightly enough that it probably would have hurt if not for the ample cushioning of her soft sweater and the supple flesh beneath it, and kissed the side of his head over and over again. Each kiss seemed to snuff out one of the screaming voices inside of him, pleading with him to turn back while there was still time. Soon, there was only one thought remaining in his head:


God, her lips are so big now.


“Let’s go get measured for the day, and then I’ll make you something to eat, okay sweetie?” She didn’t bother waiting for his answer, and instead simply stood up, carrying him down the stairs. Some distant part of Tom continued to struggle and fight for control the entire way, but the rest of him simply stared up in awe at Lily’s beautiful face.


Stepping into the garage, Lily shifted Tom in her arms, maneuvering him so that he was facing her, guiding him to hook his hands around her neck and his legs around her waist; his legs didn’t really reach around her waist, but they were able to rest comfortably on her hips. Supporting him with one hand, she began turning on the cameras with another, and before long, they were all clicking away.


Slowly, Lily peeled Tom off of her, and set him down facing the height chart. His eyes were level with the 4’5” mark, and he slowly looked up, tilting his head to fixate four inches higher, at the 4’9” mark.


He thought back to how life used to be. To his slight, petite wife. The woman he could pin to the mattress without a thought, who he used to sling over his shoulder and carry around like it was nothing. He imagined her, at her old height, her old proportions, looking down at him from that 4’9” mark.


Even if she hadn’t grown an inch… she…


“That’s right, cutie.” The real Lily leaned against him, mushing him against the chart, his head just barely clearing the underside of her breasts.


“Even if I hadn’t grown an inch, I’d still be bigger than you. Probably stronger, too.”


That wasn’t what Tom had been thinking. Not exactly, anyway. No,the thought that had shot through Tom’s mind had been more pointed. More troubling. Surely he hadn’t thought that, right? That… that had to be the curse. It had to be! It had planted the thought in his brain, the thought that now continued to reverberate through the corridors of his mind.


Even if she hadn’t grown an inch… she’d still be big enough to be my Mommy.