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Give Yourself to Me - Chapter 7
🕑 Added 2024-05-09 09:14:48 +0000 UTCLily had let Tom mope long enough.
She flopped down onto their bed, staring at the back of Tom’s head. Shortly after the phone call, he’d trudged up here wordlessly. He didn’t even bother to change out of his soiled pants; he just laid down in bed, unmoving for the rest of the day.
“Alright, Tom. It’s time we talked.”
No answer.
“I know I went pretty hard this morning. Honestly… I’d been thinking the idea over for hours, but I didn’t really think I’d have the guts to go through with it. It was a lot, and I understand that.”
Still, no answer.
“...But I’m not going to apologize for it. I had a good time, and I think you had a good time, too. And, to be perfectly honest, I’m getting a little tired of this. I keep doing things that we both know full well that you like, but afterward you always slink off to go pout. How do you think that makes me feel?” She was letting herself get heated, and that wasn’t going to solve anything. She took a breath and reeled herself in.
“I think… you're under the impression that the things you felt were something to be ashamed of. They weren’t. No one thinks any less of you as a person. Certainly not me.”
At first, the silence persisted. Lily was about to start talking again, before a small, quivering voice eked its way out of her husband.
“You humiliated me.”
Lily took a deep breath. “Tom, look at me.”
Nothing.
“Tom. Roll over, and look at me.” After a moment, he complied. Turning over had brought him closer to her; he moved to scoot back away, but she gently stopped him with a hand on the shoulder.
“I want you to look me in the eye, and I want you to tell me that you didn’t enjoy it. If you do that, I’ll apologize right here on the spot, and I’ll never do anything like that ever again. But I have to hear you say it first.”
He stared at her for a long, tense moment, eyes shimmering. Slowly, his lip began to tremble, and a single sob escaped out of him.
Lily’s stern exterior instantly crumbled. She’d been holding herself back ever since she laid down, determined to push through this conversation, but she couldn’t stand the sight of her husband so upset anymore. She reached out and pulled him to her, cradling his head as he sobbed into her shoulder.
“Shh, shh, it’s okay, baby. It’s okay. Everything is okay.”
“I don’t know what’s happening to me,” he managed to say through his tears. “I don’t feel like myself anymore.”
Lily slipped a hand under his shirt from behind, and she felt him relax against the warmth of her hand running up and down his back.
“It’s this stupid curse,” he continued, gaining enough composure to speak more clearly. “It’s making me… it’s giving me these feelings.”
“Are you sure it’s the curse, Tom? Because… I’ve been feeling a lot of new things too, but the longer this goes on, the more I’m starting to realize that… maybe those feelings aren’t so new, after all. On some level, I think I’ve always had these… urges, and I just never let myself acknowledge them. Certainly never let myself act on them. And the magic is so, what’s the word, symmetrical, that I have a hard time believing that the same isn’t true for you.”
He said nothing, and Lily frowned. “I wish you’d talk to me. This would be so much easier if we could just… have a conversation.”
She sighed as he maintained his silence.
“I think… I think you’ve always had a little bit of a submissive side.” Tom hugged her tighter. At least that got a reaction. “Maybe you’ve never accepted that part of yourself, or maybe you never even knew it was there. Either way… I think that shrinking the way you have has forced you to confront it. I think it’s put you in touch with those hidden feelings in a very immediate, very sudden way, and it’s left you feeling a little overwhelmed.”
He was still unresponsive, but that meant he wasn’t denying anything.
“And, I’ll admit, I haven’t really been helping. I’ve been pushing the envelope pretty hard, especially the past couple of days. And I won’t pretend like that hasn’t been at least a little selfish; like I said, just like you’ve been made aware of those submissive feelings, I’ve been feeling a stronger and stronger urge to… take charge. Once I started to guess at what was going on inside your head, it got harder and harder to resist.”
“But,” she quickly added, “that’s not the only reason I’ve been doing these things. I love you so, so much, Tom. Realizing that you had these feelings, that you’ve probably had them for a long time… it made me feel guilty.”
He pulled away enough to look up at her, not comprehending. She gave him a melancholy smile. “It made me feel guilty to know that my husband had these… desires, these needs, and that I’d gone seven years without fulfilling them, without even knowing they existed. Now that I do know, I guess I can’t help but want to make up for lost time.”
Tom looked down, considering her words. “How do you know we’ve been this way all along? How do you know it’s not just the curse?”
Lily shrugged. “My gut says that’s not how this works, but I can’t prove it. I guess it could be the magic messing with our heads. But… does it really matter? We feel the way we feel, right? What’s wrong with accepting that?”
“B-because!... I. I can’t keep shrinking forever. I mean… There’s only so much of me. If the curse is… if the curse is making me crave it, then at some point, I’ll have to learn how to resist it, or it’ll kill me. And even before that point, if I—if we don’t learn how to control this soon, I mean… I’m still big enough to live a normal life, but if this doesn’t stop, that won’t be true for all that much longer.”
Lily hugged Tom tighter to her, reassuringly kissing the top of his head. “I want you to listen to this next part closely, Tom. I will never, ever do something to hurt you. I won’t let the curse, or anything else, take you away from me.” She’d found an authority to throw behind her words that seemed to penetrate Tom’s defenses, and she felt him relaxing deeper into her embrace.
“So, with that said, I want you to be honest with me. Really honest.” She pushed him away slightly so that she could once more look him in the eye. “Set all your ego and your pride and your shame aside, and tell me: can you truly say that there’s anything that happened this weekend that you didn’t enjoy?”
His face started to redden, and Lily gave him a reassuring squeeze. “It’s okay. You can say it.”
“...No. I… enjoyed everything.”
Lily gave him a mischievous grin. “So, you liked it when I teased you about being smaller than me?”
“...Yes…”
“And you liked it when I showed off that I was stronger than you?
“Yes…”
“And when I threw you against the wall?”
…Y—actually, uh… It was…” Tom swallowed. “It was… hot, but you were also… kind of rough with me.”
Lily blinked. She hadn’t expected that. “Oh… Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—I’m sorry, Tom. I’m… I’m new to this.”
“I know.”
Lily tilted Tom’s head back to kiss his lips. “But see? That’s exactly why we need to be able to talk. Now I know that you don’t like it as much when I get rough.”
Lily held him reassuringly for a few moments, but soon, she couldn’t help but resume her teasing. “That shouldn’t be a problem. I mean, you’re so small and so weak that I don’t really need to use much force to keep you in line, do I?” She felt Tom’s penis harden against her, and could feel herself growing wetter alongside him. “And besides, you’re so eager to please, so well-behaved and obedient. You don’t need me to twist your arm or push you around to remind you who’s in charge, do you?”
Tom whined in agreement.
“Who's in charge, Tom?”
“Y-you are.”
“Good boy.” She kissed his ear, then bit it. Tom moaned in pleasure, and the sound was so beautiful that she couldn’t help but moan right along with him, vibrations traveling through her teeth into his earlobe. She hadn’t planned for this conversation to go this way. She’d just wanted to finally have an honest talk about their feelings.
Then again, if their current feelings were horny… What was wrong with that?
“No, I don’t have to be rough with you at all. I can be gentle with you. I can be kind, and loving, and giving. Of course, I’ll still have to remind you of your place sometimes. But even that’s kind and loving, Because that’s what you want me to do. Isn’t that right?”
“Y-yes.”
“Did you like it when I put you in your place this morning?”
“It… I…”
“Tell me the truth, Tom. No pride, no ego.”
“It was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me. And, and, and I felt so ashamed afterward, and—” she cut him off, filling his mouth with her tongue.
“There’s no room for shame here,” she said as she broke off the kiss. “There’s just what you want, and what I want, and how we can give it to each other. Speaking of which…” She threw one leg over his hips and, straddling him, rose up to her knees, looming over his prostrate form. She glared down at him maniacally, licking her lips as she recognized the lustful panic in his eyes.
He looked so cute down there.
“Do you like it when I get bigger?”
A long pause, then: “Yes.”
“Do you like it when I get taller? Heavier? Stronger?”
“Yes.”
“Do you like how every day I get a little curvier, a little fuller? My tits, my ass, my thighs… Do you like seeing me get thicker?”
“Yes!”
“Do you like getting smaller?”
“...Yes.” a small whimper accompanied the admission.
“Do you like getting littler? Weaker, more pathetic, more hopelessly under my control? Do you like it when I make you shrink?”
“Yes… Yes…!”
“Do you want me to make you shrink right now?”
“YES!”
“Yes what?”
“YES MA’AM!”
Lily descended upon him, smothering him in ravenous kisses as she stripped the both of them.
Then, she made him shrink.
*
Tom could hardly believe his reflection.
It was a week later, and he now stood at five foot, three inches. A full foot shorter than where he’d started.
He felt even smaller than that.
Part of it was that he was shrinking in proportion—even if he was 5’3”, most of his body was actually smaller than that of a 5’3” man. Lily had been the first to notice that particular wrinkle. His weight loss had kept apace as well; he’d gone from average to skinny. Beyond that, he was also just… slighter. This isn’t what he would’ve looked like if he’d dropped a bunch of weight at 6’3”. His shoulders were narrower, and even the less fatty parts of his body had grown thinner; he was skinny enough now that he’d expect his rib cage to be poking through his skin, and it wasn’t. If he was still tall, he’d look like an absolute beanpole. Plus, as he studied his face in the mirror, he could swear that it looked… different, somehow. Did his eyes seem a little bigger? A little lighter in color? Was his jaw a little more rounded? His lips a little more pronounced? He felt like he couldn’t quite tell which parts had really changed and which ones he was imagining, but the overall effect made him look… softer.
Maybe I could grow out my beard?... When’s the last time I needed to shave?
He’d lost a full foot of height, well over a hundred pounds of weight, and now, even his face was changing. Thinking about all of this was almost too much. He felt overwhelmed with—
“Out of the way, shrimp!” Lily suddenly pushed him, sending him stumbling away from the bathroom mirror so that she could use it.
“Y’know…” Tom said, indignant. “I never used to push you around or talk to you that way when you were the smaller one.”
Lily didn’t bother turning toward him, instead grabbing a brush to start working on her hair. “That’s because I didn’t like being treated like that. You do.”
Tom’s face turned crimson and he stared at the floor.
Lily finally looked over to him, and immediately laughed. “Was that really enough to get to you? God, you’re so fucking cute.” She stepped toward him and ruffled his hair, and his embarrassment only deepened.
All of these changes… the way he was shrinking, weakening, softening… there was still a part of him that was nervous about it. He was still worried about how far this would go, about how they’d manage to stop it when it got to be too much.
But… in the here and now, there wasn’t much point in pretending like he wasn’t loving every second of it.
The smaller he got, the more vulnerable he felt. And Lily… Christ. At 5’9”, she was officially tall for a woman. He only came up to her nose, his eyes only reaching her chin. Just standing next to her made him feel small, powerless… and filled with yearning. She’d been teasing him, but it really was effortless for her to turn him on. He had enough pride left that it was still a little humiliating that she could do so little and have such a powerful effect on him… but that just made it hotter.
Of course, it wasn’t just her size and power that turned him on. She was transforming into an absolute bombshell. The bigger she got, the more she filled out. He’d been married to her for seven years, and even still, it was hard sometimes to remember the thin, flat woman she used to be. Her curves had graduated from modest to impressive, with hips that rivaled the width of his shoulders and breasts that gave her a deep valley of cleavage, something that nearly every new outfit in her wardrobe flaunted. She was “softening” too, though not in the same way as Tom. Every part of her—her thighs, her chest, her ass, her stomach—was unbelievably smooth and soft to the touch. In bed, she’d fully wrap her arms and legs around him, and Tom would feel himself sink into her.
As she continued to brush out her hair, Tom took the opportunity to study her face as he had his own. She’d always been pretty, but… no, she definitely looked different too. Like with himself, it was hard to point to specifics—higher cheekbones, maybe? Some subtle change in the shape of her brow?
She looked gorgeous, yes, but also… powerful. Like a queen, or a goddess, or…
A titan. A titan he was freeing one chain at a time.
Tom continued to watch her groom herself, mesmerized by the light playing off of her auburn mane. As she ran the brush through it, he couldn’t help but think that even her hair seemed different. It seemed… bouncier. More lustrous. It was also longer than she usually wore it, coming down a bit past her shoulders.
He’d lost track of time. At some point, she’d moved on from her hair, and started applying make-up.
Wait. Why?
“Uh… are you going out?” He asked. She started, turning toward him in surprise.
“Oh! You startled me, I didn’t hear you come in.” Tom said nothing; she didn’t need to know that he’d never actually left.
“Those little feet of yours are too hard to hear. I’m gonna have to put a bell on you to keep track of where you are. Maybe on a collar… what do you think?” She turned from the mirror to shoot him a self-satisfied smile.
“I—Uh…” Just like that, she’d robbed him of his words. He took a deep breath and tried to find them again, repeating his question.
“Were you going out somewhere?”
“Mm-hm!... Oh, did I forget to tell you? I’m taking you out to dinner!”
Not “we’re going out to dinner,” but “I’m taking you out to dinner.” Tom was embarrassed that even such a small, subtle word choice was raising his heart rate.
“Oh, uh… Yeah, I didn’t know…”
“We’ve been cooped up at home for way too long. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’ve been having plenty of fun with you… but I could stand to get out, couldn’t you?”
“I… guess so.”
“Besides, I wanna go show off my cute little man!”
Two reactions hit Tom at the same time: a pulse in his groin, followed by a wave of anxiety.
They had been cooped up at home for a while. Tom hadn’t seen anyone but Lily in over a week, and he was a full three inches taller then. He’d already been shorter than nearly every man he encountered, and now most women would be taller than him, too. If they weren’t going somewhere with kids, there was a decent chance he’d be the smallest person in the entire restaurant…
He cleared his throat to keep himself from making a more embarrassing sound, his dick rock-hard between his legs.
“Um! But, uh… I don’t think I really have anything to wear…” Lily had made a run for groceries and some new clothes for herself a few days ago, but Tom had stayed home to clean the house.
Lily stepped away from the mirror and planted a kiss on Tom’s forehead, then giggled; in his reflection, Tom could see an imprint of her lips left behind by her wet lipstick.
“Don’t worry about it, sweetie. I bought you a suit the other day. I’ll help you get dressed as soon as I’m done in here.”
“Oh, uh… I think, I can probably get dressed myself…”
“Of course you can, baby! But don’t you think it’ll be a little more… fun, if you let me help you?” She took another step forward, forcing Tom backward against the wall, pinned against her soft body. She lifted one leg, brushing his cock with her knee.
“O-o-okay… I’ll wait for you.”
“Good boy. Now give me a kiss.” She stood up straight, head back, forcing Tom to strain up on his toes to reach her lips. As he kissed her, she eased back from the wall, snaking her arms around him. With a slight grunt of effort, she lifted him off his feet and spun around, setting him down at the door.
“Now quit distracting me and let me finish getting ready.” Tom, still reeling from the fact that she had picked him up, nodded wordlessly.
“And Tom? Don’t you dare touch your cock while you wait. It belongs to me, you understand?”
He looked down at the floor, unable to meet her gaze. “Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes ma’am.”
She smiled, but then shook her head. “Mm. I’m not sure about ‘ma’am.’ Does it feel right to you? It’s sort of, I dunno… impersonal. Oh well, something to think about!” She closed the bathroom door, and Tom was left waiting in the bedroom, aching for her.
