A Step Too Far - Chapter 16

Chapter 16

 Teddy listened to the sound of Karla gulping down water from a glass. She was standing very close, outside where he was hiding in a kitchen cupboard. It was apparent she had become a bit dehydrated in the night. Teddy listened as Morganna’s friend moved around the kitchen, doing something. Maybe she was looking for food but had paused near his hiding place to drink water?

 Teddy peeked through the crack of the cupboard door and saw Karla’s bare calf. It was as thick as his body and formed a feminine pillar of leg that led up to her full hips. Karla was wearing open-toed block heels with thin straps. The two-inch heels were a made of a dark purple leather. Above, Karla’s knee-length floral-patterned skirt fell lightly against the cupboard. Teddy withdrew, finding the point-of-view unsettling. Karla was gigantic. Her pretty evening-wear from the previous night looked surreal from Teddy’s latest perspective. He slunk back between the pots and casserole dishes and listened.

 Before long, Teddy smelled the aroma of coffee. The gurgling sound of a brewing coffee maker soon followed. It made sense. Teddy heard and felt the footsteps of other women entering the kitchen, drawn toward the enticing scent of dark roasted beans and the promise of caffeine.

 “Morning sunshine,” a woman said.

 “Ugh, remind me to go easier on the wine next time,” Karla replied. “You want some coffee?”

 Several female voices responded in strong approval. Teddy tried to guess how many were in the kitchen. Four or five? It was hard to tell by listening alone. Some of the voices were familiar but others weren’t. The only voice Teddy could identify for certain was Karla’s. He couldn’t help but think of that summer night in the pool where she’d stolen a significant amount of his size. He’d been willing to go along with it all on that erotic night, but had never imagined just how much Karla would want to suck right out of his member, how much she’d take. Karla had drunk from Teddy like a delicious protein-shake. He seemed to underestimate Morganna, her daughters, and friends all too often. Their ambition and needs ran frighteningly deep. Teddy had never expected it. He wondered if it had something to do with how his father had taught him to view women. But that wasn’t fair, or was it? Nothing made sense anymore. Teddy’s worldview was in shambles along with his sense of self.

 Now he’d give anything to be the size he was back on that erotic night by the pool. He needed to find a way to undo at least some of the shrinking. Andrea had once suggested it was possible, that it could be reversed. Teddy wondered if Morganna would agree to explore that idea. Wouldn’t she prefer him as a larger houseboy, able to do hard work and to lick her to satisfying orgasms? Surely, Vivianne had gone too far in shrinking him this morning.

 Teddy was half-tempted to emerge from the cabinets to ask Karla if there really was an antidote. She was a lawyer and had a soft-spot for respectful younger men. Maybe she would help him?

 But caution and gut instinct kept Teddy hidden. He didn’t exactly want to be scrutinized by several leering giantesses with hangovers. Not like this, naked and frightened. Instead, Teddy listened to the morning conversation that had brought life to the kitchen. The ladies’ discussion ranged from the weather, to popular television shows, to food. Eventually, Karla began to talk about work.

 “I had to pull at least three sixteen-hour days last week,” Karla sighed. “The client on the Dynamex-Beta file is being so damn demanding. He phones me at all times of day wanting this or that. At least he’s rich and pays, but that doesn’t give him the right to impose his will on my time or be so rude. I wish I could make him small like Teddy, or even smaller. Men like him need to be taught a lesson.”

 “That would be so funny,” a younger woman replied. “Being small does seem to have made Morganna’s step-son way more obedient…and cute too.”

 “Mmmhmm…” Karla intoned. “But if I shrank that corporate-bro dickhead, it would make him re-think all the terrible things he’s said to me. He’s not cute at all. To be honest, I’d be tempted to just stomp on him. So maybe it’s good I haven’t shrunk him.”

 Karla brought her foot down with a solid thud upon the kitchen floor, causing the pots to rattle around Teddy in his hiding place. He almost cried out in fear, but managed to keep his mouth shut. He felt the power in Karla’s leg and it frightened him to think about the truth - that if she wanted, she probably could crush a tiny man under her foot. There were other shrunken men out there. At least one had already become a victim of Andrea’s lust for revenge and pleasure.

 Teddy pushed aside the mental image of a tiny man’s bones crunching under Karla’s shoe. After all, she was just daydreaming of revenge, not actually plotting murder. Who didn’t do that every now and then?

 Teddy’s attempt to reassure himself was corrupted by the fact that reality no longer conformed to any sense of normality. Somehow, a part of him could easily imagine such an act of violence occurring, with only a slight shift in Karla’s personality. It would be so easy for her to crush a tiny man in a fit of passion. Even now at Teddy’s size, he was keenly aware of how easily he could be hurt and handled like an object. Vivianne’s decision to use him as an appendage to her dildo had left a permanent mark on his mind, not to mention the suction-cup shaped bruise on his chest.

 Teddy rubbed his chest absently, feeling the sticky residue left on his skin from Vivianne’s sexual hedonism. He listened as the women in the kitchen laughed at the idea of Karla stomping on her rude client. Their conversation soon turned to weekend plans and vacation ideas. Teddy patiently waited, staying still in the cupboard for nearly an hour as Karla and the other women chatted over coffee. He tried to come to terms with the dimensions of his new body, but it was impossible to ignore certain revelations. Teddy felt a chill in the dark recesses of the kitchen cupboard, but he knew the house wasn’t really that cold. Each reduction in his physical mass seemed to make Teddy’s body less efficient at staying warm. He had gotten used to finding warmth between Morganna’s legs or in her lap and Teddy’s mind soon began to wander in that direction. He felt the familiar urge to snuggle up against Morganna for warmth and protection.

 Teddy noticed how he could feel the steps and movements of the women through the bottom of his feet. Vibrations in the floor emanated up through the cabinet and into small form. It was disconcerting to experience another human being as a kind of force of nature. Only several months ago, he would have been busy trying to re-establish control over the property and discourage the various uninvited guests that Morganna had brought into the house. Now, he was busy cowering from giantess-like women who seemed incredibly powerful, with ambitions to match.

 Once he was certain that Karla and her companions had left the kitchen, Teddy dared to peek out of his hiding spot. The coast was clear, so he made a decision and walked out of the kitchen, taking care to keep his ears and eyes open to any sounds or sights that might call for a swift reaction. Teddy had made the mistake of getting caught once already and he didn’t intend to give another woman that kind of amusement so soon.

 It really did have to do with his size. Teddy was now so small, his mere existence was a novelty and a source of amusement to Morganna and her circle. The sheer delight they seemed to take in his diminutive form would only be amplified now that he barely above a woman’s knees, if that. The female gaze was increasingly potent in Teddy’s day-to-day life. He was increasingly watched, measured, photographed, and studied.

 Teddy crept into the living room, keeping near the edges of the room as much as possible, taking care not to be caught out in the middle of the floor where he might be easily spotted. Furniture seemed to loom over him. Easy-chairs and sofas were no longer practical pieces but house-sized objects. Teddy often found himself confused or turned around due to the peculiar angle of his worldview. Even before he’d started to shrinking, it had been alienating to discover how extensively Morganna had redecorated the house. She’d hung her own art, changed paint colours here and there, and replaced much of the furniture. Now, everything had been scaled up. Teddy felt air currents on his bare skin as he stepped over dust bunnies and swatted aside the odd cobweb in a corner.

 He eventually found himself near the the front entrance of the house, in the old Victorian style foyer. Bits of red carpet and dark wood gave the space a serious and slightly bohemian atmosphere. On a shoe rack near the door, numerous boots and heels owned by Morganna and her daughters were loosely arranged. The collection of 15-20 pairs of footwear was only a small sampling of the total number of shoes, sandals, boots, and slippers that the three women owned. Teddy knew this because he had already been tasked with polishing or cleaning closets on several occasions.

 Teddy stared, half in awe and half in distress, at the sheer size of a pair of black pumps near the door. One shoe was on its side, where it had been casually removed by the owner. The shoe standing upright was shockingly large in comparison to Teddy’s shrunken body. Its worn light-brown insole was almost level with Teddy’s knee. The aroma of leather and nylon wafted into his sensitive small nostrils as he stood near the shoes. Teddy placed his foot next to the upright pump, near the pointed toe. The comparison would have been comical if it wasn’t also humiliating. How could this be real?

 The sound of soft footsteps alerted Teddy to someone’s approach. He quickly darted to the stairs, but realized they were a summit too great to provide any path of escape. Teddy backed into a corner of the foyer as Nimue calmly strode in. She was wearing a stylish green pencil-skirt and a simple white low-cut blouse. Nimue’s blouse had small black polka dots spaced evenly across the white fabric, but Teddy hardly noticed. His eyes were drawn to the way it showed off her delectable cleavage. Nimue’s strawberry-blonde hair was piled up on her head. Her legs were covered in nude pantyhose. Teddy felt his member begin to stiffen at the sight of such a beautiful giantess.

 There was nowhere to hide and running was pointless. Teddy watched as Niimue’s blue eyes settled on his naked form standing in the corner next to a brown pair of boots. He was barely taller than them and felt hopelessly exposed as he attempted to cover his naked crotch with two hands.

 Nimue tilted her head and took a step closer, peering down at Teddy with an air of arrogant confidence. In her hand, she held several paper files, a binder, and a LSAT study book. “Hmm, I thought I heard Vivi moaning earlier this morning,” Nimue said. “Looks like you gave her a bit more size, not to mention a decent orgasm, from what I heard.”

 “Y…you heard her?” Teddy replied, keeping his hands over his groin.

 Nimue rolled her eyes. “Obviously. Vivi was never the subtle type. I just wasn’t sure if she had managed to sneak in a boy from college or if she’d found a…use for you.”

 Teddy swallowed. He could feel Nimue’s eyes moving over his small body. “How did this happen exactly?” Nimue asked. “I don’t think she’s even been down for breakfast and you haven’t had any milk since that day when I caught you on mom’s computer. You’re really small now.”

 Teddy looked down at his toes. Nimue slipped her nylon-covered feet into the black pumps that he’d noticed earlier. This caused her to rise even taller as she put one hand on her hip, waiting. “Well? I haven’t got all day,” Nimue pressed. “I have another practice LSAT later today and need to work on my law school applications. Speak up, Teddy.”

 “It just…happened, when we were um…when she was…”

 “When she was what?”

 “When she got wet, when it got on me,” Teddy said. His voice was small and timid. He didn’t want to admit what had happened, but there was no use lying. Nimue would eventually talk to Vivianne and then any lie that Teddy invented would be exposed. He had little choice but to come clean.

 Nimue shifted her weight to one leg and bit her lower lip. “You shrank when Vivi came on you, when she climaxed?” Her voice betrayed fascination and excitement.

 Teddy avoided Nimue’s stare and simply nodded.

 He could feel that he was being watched, yet Teddy felt reticent to lift his gaze and meet Nimue’s eyes. He felt a sense of shame at having experienced another round of shrinking, at having shrivelled in size due to his mere exposure to a woman’s healthy sexuality. Nimue didn’t tend to gloat in the same way as Vivianne, but her smug quiet satisfaction was almost worse.

 “This is a big deal,” Nimue said. “You’re less able to stand up to the desires of women. You’re becoming vulnerable in a whole new way. I mean, what happens if you get any smaller? You really need to let my mother know about this…and Andrea too.”

 “But…how will that help me?” Teddy asked.

 Nimue scoffed. “You’re so self-centred,” she said. “Is that all you think about? What about the project? What about what we’re trying to achieve here? I’m sure mom will take care of you, as long as you’re good. You just need to embrace your new life.”

 “What life?” Teddy’s small fists balled up at his sides in frustration. “What kind of life can I have at this size? Look at me, I’m barely up to your knees.”

 Nimue peered down at Teddy and lifted her chin with a haughty expression. “I like what I see,” she said. “I think you have had a cushy spoiled life so far and now you have to adapt to a new role. You thought you were going to coast off into a life of male privilege - get a degree by half-assing your studies, land some girlfriend and follow in your father’s grifting path to an upper middle-class life leeching off the hard work off other people.”

 Teddy felt stunned. Nimue’s brutal honesty was a bit much for him to handle. It wasn’t so much her tone as much as the actual truths behind some of what she said. He had kind of expected those things to fall into place. He had looked forward to carving out his own fiefdom, his own place in the world, yet hadn’t expected to have to work too hard to get there…just, hard enough.

 “What’s wrong with wanting a degree and a girlfriend, or a middle-class life?” Teddy objected. “It doesn’t mean I would leech of anyone.”

 “You just don’t get it,” Nimue retorted. “Your dad’s money is all tainted and derived from pyramid schemes, scams, and grifts. Worse, you wanted to use the same money to probably take up some lame career in a field no one needs. Well, now you’re barely up to a woman’s knees and have more important concerns, like how you can give your Mistress a good orgasm. You’ve learned what hard work is from scrubbing floors and doing laundry. Just think how you’ve been able to give back to those around you much better compared to the spoiled brat you were before you met us.”

 “Give back?!” Teddy barely kept himself from screeching. His voice sounded small and any anger he expressed failed to carry much a threat at all. “You’ve taken and taken from me and my dad. Your mother took our house, our money, and most of my size. I don’t even have a bedroom anymore. I don’t even have clothing!”

 Nimue rolled her eyes. “Oh right, because you need clothes and money so much now,” she said. “What on earth would a doll-man like you do with those things anyway? You weren’t really using your wealth before. You were just sitting around, playing video games and jacking off to porn from what I can tell. The house looks better now. The decor and art is a huge step up from your dad’s low-brow outlet mall junk. My sister and I are getting real degrees, using the money effectively.”

 Nimue bent down, putting her hands on her knees to peer down at Teddy. “Most of all, we’re using your size to level the playing field, if you can call it that. Just the other day, some twerp of a guy tried to hit on me in a really insulting way in the cafeteria, but then I got up out of my chair and he barely came up to my chin.”

 Teddy’s eyes widened, imagining the scene. He could easily have been in that guy’s place. Nimue was very pretty. But in heels she now easily towered over the average male in height.

 “Exactly, you understand,” Nimue nodded. “His little pathetic comment about my ‘assets’ faded right out. Especially when I gave him a piece of my mind. Once I graduate from law school, I’ll be able to use the system more skillfully as well. You see, part of shrinking you down has also included an attitude adjustment on your part. Though your whiny tone today makes me think there is still some ‘adjusting’ we need to do.”

 Teddy shook his head. “N…no, I’m already small enough,” he objected. “Please, don’t shrink me.”

 Nimue smirked. “Take your hands away from your crotch,” she said. “Now.”

 Teddy hesitated, but he was in no position to argue, not after the very real threat of shrinking again had been put on the table. He lowered his hands to his sides. Nimue’s gaze dropped from his face down to his member.

 “Hairless, nice,” she said. “It must be a side-effect of the adjustment process, unless mom’s been asking you to shave.”

 She let out a small giggle. “Teddy, do you have a semi-stiffy?”

 Teddy felt blush creeping into his cheeks.

 “Hmm…so despite all your objections and complaints, you’re actually turned on,” Nimue said.

 “I can’t help what my penis does,” Teddy said.

 “I know,” Nimue stared down at his stiffening cock with wide sea-blue eyes. Her yoni amulet fell forward from her creamy cleavage. “That’s why it’s so interesting. You can’t hide your feelings. Oh look, you’re getting harder!”

 “Nooo,” Teddy moaned. He closed his eyes, trying to will his cock to become flaccid. But the scent of Nimue’s shampoo wafted into his nose. The feel of her so close was alluring. Even after all that had happened to him that morning, the fact remained that he was a young man with raging hormones. The changes to his body over the past few months had only seemed to intensify his sexuality.

 Nimue looked beautiful, even as she smugly peered down at Teddy’s stiff penis. She had her hands on her knees and was bent over, observing his body with close attention. It was as though Nimue was interacting with a small house-pet. The moment carried a mix of humiliation and a strange sense of helplessness. Despite the deep attention that Teddy was getting from such a pretty woman, it wasn’t the ‘right’ kind of attention. Nimue’s fascinated smirking stare bore down on him.

 “Oh yes,” Nimue said. “You’re like a little prick, moving about the house, unable to help yourself from stiffening up so you can be inserted into a woman. But that little thing couldn’t really satisfy any woman I know. But we know what that means don’t we?”

 Nimue put an index finger on top of Teddy’s head and pushed his small head around with gentle force. “Well?” She asked.

 “I…I don’t…” Teddy almost stumbled, as his head was rotated around on his neck.

 “This is your real prick-head,” Nimue said. “The little prick with legs. Thinking like a dickhead because really, that’s what he’s becoming. No school. No job. Just eating pussy, pleasing ladies. It won’t be long now.”

 Nimue stood back up to her full height. “You’ll fit, soon enough,” she said. Nimue opened the door and stepped out into the world, leaving Teddy alone, standing amid gigantic women’s shoes and high heels, to ponder her words.