Tommy fiddled with his boutonniere nervously.

The reception hall was filled with people—florists, decorators, assistant photographers, and more. Tommy wasn’t used to being around this many people anymore, and he certainly wasn’t used to having to face a crowd like this without his Mommy. But she was too busy to watch him right now, so he just had to stand awkwardly in a corner, hoping to stay out of everyone’s way.

It was strange, watching them work. One one hand, each of them was a veritable giant to him, the smallest among them more than double his height. But he spent so much time with Mommy, in their scaled-up mansion, that by comparison all these people seemed… small. Like little boys and girls in their own right, just… not quite as little as him.

He nearly jumped as a woman called his name, anxiety gripping him as he realized he’d failed at being invisible.

“Come over here, Tom. We need to do your make-up.”

Tom. There was something so flat, blunt, rough about that version of his name to him now. If “Tommy” was a soft blanket, “Tom” was a coarse rag. He didn’t exactly want this make-up artist to pamper and cuddle him the way Mommy did, but all the same, calling him Tom felt like it carried… expectations. Expectations that he was capable, independent. That he was a big boy.

But he wasn’t.

All the same, he approached her. She’d set up a small workstation along the wall, with a mirror set out on a table and a tall stool, the seat of which was a good six inches over Tommy’s head.

“Can you climb up there yourself?”

“Um, I don’t think I can.”

“Is it okay if I pick you up? Ms. Chambers gave us permission, but is it okay with you?”

“...Yes, ma’am.”

The woman crouched down to get her arms under Tommy’s armpits. She clearly felt awkward about it, but that gave way to surprise when she saw just how light he was; at only two foot six, his weight barely even cracked the double digits. Mommy weighed him on a postal scale now.

Setting him down, on the seat of the stool, she began to apply foundation to his face, having to nearly double over to reach him even with the assistance of the stool. Tommy squinted at the harsh light shining on him, the same lighting that would be used for the photos.

“You know,” the make-up artist said casually as she continued to work. “I… hope I’m not being rude, but when I first saw you, I didn’t really get what Ms. Chambers saw in you. But I think I get it now. It’s hard to tell from up here, but you’re pretty damn adorable.” Tommy hoped she’d applied enough makeup to hide his blushing. “And polite, too. Honestly… it’s a good thing you’re spoken for, because otherwise I might have half a mind to smuggle you out of here in my purse. Hey, hey! Don’t look away, I can’t work if you’re not looking at me. I’m sorry, I was just teasing.”

Tommy got away from her as quickly as he could (needing her help once again to get down), and immediately went to find another corner of the room to hide in. Hardly thinking, he approached a table full of flowers and slipped under the tablecloth. He had to hunch a bit to fit… but not much. He would just wait here until Mommy was ready; the crowd was too daunting to face without her.

He could feel something, deep, deep inside him. A tiny little spark of the person he used to be, ashamed at what he’d become. Afraid of a crowd of people that were barely even paying him any attention, practically having a heart attack over some light, casual flirting. And he was probably right to be afraid! He was so tiny now that he couldn’t possibly hope to defend himself; all it took was one person who was a little more serious about “smuggling him out” and his entire life would be ruined. He was utterly, hopelessly dependent on his Mommy, and her rare absence today made it impossible to ignore that fact, impossible not to feel an ache for the power and independence he’d thrown away.

…But it wouldn’t be honest if he told himself that it wasn’t worth it. Today was the first day in months that he’d felt any of these feelings. The truth was, he was happier than he’d ever been. He liked being small and helpless, he liked surrendering himself completely to his Mommy’s power. His life was one of bliss and contentment, and few hours of fear and discomfort were more than worth it.

He heard all movement stop in the hall as the main doors clicked and creaked open.

“Mommy!” he cried out, running out from under the table, worming his way through the crowd to get to her. He wanted to sprint into her arms, to be scooped up in her embrace, to be lost in her touch and forget about the looming, terrifying world around him.

But as he reached the front of the crowd, he stopped, mouth agape.

He knew that Mommy would be showing up in a wedding dress—the entire point of today was to renew their vows, after all—but he wasn’t ready to see just how stunning she’d look. Back when they’d gotten married, Mommy’s dress had been a simplistic silk number, hugging her svelte, petite figure. This dress was an entirely different beast, rumpled waves of lace cascading across her shoulders, sheer enough to display a line of cleavage that had to be at least a foot long, her colossal breasts bulging dramatically out from her body, hug snugly by a silk white corset stitched with a delicate floral design. Just below the bust was the waistline of the dress, exploding outward in all directions, layers upon layers of lace and silk intermingling across the massive gown; Tommy didn’t think there was a single person here who’d be capable of reaching across the span of the skirt’s hemline, other than Mommy herself. Her hair was a mesmerizing labyrinth of curls and braids, criss-crossing in impossibly intricate patterns, long strands of crimson auburn contrasting sharply against her pale skin and white dress, a silk veil emerging from somewhere deep within the mass.

Even if Tommy hadn’t stopped short at the sight of her, he wouldn’t have been able to jump into her arms; they were full. Her bouquet was the size of a small bush, made up entirely out of Mommies—er, that is to say, made up entirely out of Mommies. Out of… why couldn’t Tommy think of the word? The flower that Mommy was named after. It was called a… a…

“Everybody! Thank you so much for all your hard work, you’ve all been wonderful little helpers today.” Mommy’s voice cut off the rising panic in Tommy’s mind. “I think we are just about ready to get started, so if you’re not one of the assistant photographers, please take a seat.”

The assistants and workers all began shuffling down the aisle, as Mommy shot Tommy a beatific smile. Good god was she beautiful. As she approached, he realized that she was even taller than he expected her to be; somewhere under that massive gown, she was wearing heels. He didn’t even come up to her knees.

“How do I look, baby?”

Tommy opened and closed his mouth over and over, struggling to form any words. After a moment or two, all he could manage to say was, “I love you!”

“Aww! You’re adorable. I love you too, sweetie.” Holding her bouquet in one hand, she kneeled down, the gown pooling out around her, and reached out to stroke his face. Her hand was absolutely gargantuan, big enough that if she wanted, she could easily closer her fingers entirely around Tommy’s head, and yet despite that, she was unbelievably soft and delicate. The euphoria Tommy felt from her touch was nearly enough that he didn’t even notice the photographers snapping pictures.

“C’mon, cutie. We shouldn’t keep everyone waiting.”

Mommy rose back to her full height, and Tommy was once again stunned by the size of her gown; to him, it was literally the size of a small room. The bridal march started playing as Mommy led him down the aisle; despite her slow pace, Tommy was power-walking to keep up with her. They were alone at the altar, no priest are bridal party. Just him, and his Mommy, smiling down on him like sunshine.

“Tommy,” she said, voice suddenly full of ceremony. “I told you that we would be here today to renew our wedding vows. And while that’s true, it doesn’t quite paint the entire picture. We’re not the same people we were when we made those vows. Over the past year, our marriage has changed, a lot. For the better, I think. So… that’s why, today, I want us to not just reaffirm our old vows, but make new ones. New vows that reflect who we are now, to ourselves and to each other.”

Tommy smiled up at her, but then grew nervous. “I um… I haven’t written anything.”

“I know, I didn’t tell you to. That’s because all I want from you today is for you to speak from your heart. I know that things have already changed a lot, but today is officially the last day of our old marriage, and the first day of our new one. So, before we recommit ourselves to one another, before everything changes, before we move on from the people that we used to be and embrace the people that we’ve become… I want to hear from you, one more time.”

Tommy swallowed, nervously turning to look out at the crowd. This was a lot of pressure! 

“Um… Okay. Mommy, I’ve been with you for so long now. For… a long time, I thought of myself as a ‘big’ person. I guess, in a lot of ways, I was a big person. And, back when we were teenagers, you were so small and delicate, so shy and aloof, and I remember, kids used to pick on you all the time, but even then you were so sweet, so tender, and… and I loved you, from the first time we ever spoke. And back then, I used to think, you know, that it was my job to… protect you, I guess. Defend you. Take care of you. So, when we started… changing, I was scared. I was so scared. Because I wouldn’t be able to protect you anymore, and you didn’t really even need me to. But, I guess what I’ve come to realize, after all this time, is that I’ve had it backwards from the beginning. You’ve been the one taking care of me. You always have been. You’re the keeper of my heart. You nurture and cradle it, you keep it safe and nourish it. I was good for scaring off some bullies sometimes, I guess, but the truth is that you’ve always been the bigger person, in the ways that count. The only difference now is that the truth is more obvious.”

Tommy smiled up at his Mommy, streams of tears running down her face. She opened her mouth to speak, but was choked by a sob.

“Dammit, Tommy… you’re ruining my makeup…” Gentle laughter from the audience. “I… I had a whole thing to say too! But, I, mm, I can’t… Just, come here!” Dropping her bouquet to the floor (it was heavy enough to land with a noticeable thud), Lily swooped down to grab her husband, the crowd cheering as she smothered him in kisses, soaking him with her tears.

* * *

Lily knew she would miss something.

After the vow renewal, she’d set to work about the house. Because of the recent move, there wasn’t that much that needed done to accomplish her goal: ridding the house of every last trace of evidence that Tommy had ever been a full-sized man, that she had ever been anything less than a giant.

The main thing to get rid of were the wedding photos. Despite all her talk of this being a fresh start for their marriage, for them to move past the people they were back then, the pictures held too much sentimental value to destroy. Instead, she just had them boxed up and sent to a storage unit. Now, in their place hung photos of their vow renewal, all over the house. Pictures from when Tommy first saw her in her dress, photos of when he’d made her break down sobbing (those ones filled her with affectionate embarrassment every time she saw them), photos of him struggling to scale her leg and remove her garter with his teeth, and more. Enough photos that someone might mistake them for being from a full-blown wedding.

Because, after all, that was the point.

That was how Lily had figured out how to use Tommy’s suggestibility to deepen their relationship as Mommy and little boy. Bit by bit, she was eroding the past, gently encouraging him to forget that he had ever been anything other than tiny, delicate, and obedient. 

There was no Tom, and there never was. Not anymore. Now, there was only and had ever been adorable little Tommy.

That was the idea, at least. But, she knew she’d end up missing something. One pair of Tom’s old jeans, from before any of this had started. Somehow, they’d gotten lost, mixed up in Lily’s clothes; maybe she wore them in a pinch when she was first growing or something? But they’d even managed to survive the constant churn of her wardrobe refreshes as she constantly outgrew her old outfits. They even survived the move to the new house, sorted incorrectly into an unlabeled box of old knicknacks. Maybe the movers had used them for some extra padding?

However it happened, they had stayed with them this entire time, and now, Tommy was holding them up, studying them intently.

“What are these, Mommy?”

“They’re… jeans, sweetie.”

“Well!” He huffed, puffing out his cute little cheeks. “I know that! But I mean.. Where did they come from? Whose are they?” He held them up as high as he could; the legs still trailed onto the floor, and he could probably fit his entire body into one leg of them. “They’re way too big for me, but they’re way too small for you. And…”

“And?”

“And… they look like men’s jeans.”

Lily took a few slow, measured steps toward her baby. Gradually, she lowered herself to her knees and sat back on her ankles, her breasts level with Tommy’s tiny little head. She watched him as he studied the jeans, eyes narrowing, a distant look of worry creeping into his expression.

“What is it, sweetheart? What are you thinking about?”

“I… I don’t know. It’s like. It’s like I forgot something. Something… important?”

With a sympathetic smile, Lily placed one hand on Tommy’s shoulders, his neck resting perfectly in the crook between her thumb and forefinger, and gently took the offending pair of jeans away with the other.

“That’s silly, Tommy. The only thing that’s important to a little boy is the love of his Mommy, and you’d never forget that.”

“Yeah… yeah, you’re right. Sorry, Mommy.”

“Oh, baby, it’s okay! Everything’s okay.” Leaning down, she kissed the top of his head before moving her arm downard, scooping his legs out from under him and causing him to tumble into her arm.

“How’s this sound, sweetie,” she said as she rose to her full height. “I don’t know where these things came from, but obviously, they’re here by some kind of mistake. So how about I take you to the dining room, and you wait patiently like a good little boy while I throw these away and make us some dinner?”

“Okay!”

With another kiss on the head, Lily left him in her chair to wait while she cooked. The chair, scaled to her 8’6” body, looked like it might just swallow Tommy whole. It almost made her not want to leave the poor little thing alone. He was just so tiny now! He needed care and protection more than ever.

And she was happy to give it to him.

A personal chef was one luxury that she’d never indulged in with her riches. Cooking for her baby was important. Feeding him was one of the single most important duties she had as his Mommy, probably the most important outside of the bedroom. She felt a tingling between her legs at the thought; she’d wanted to make sure Tommy adapted to the new version of the truth, and didn’t want to complicate it right away by shrinking him any further. But the magic—that is to say, Lily—was starting to get impatient.

Maybe after dinner, she thought as she opened the pantry. After all, she did love to feed him. Mealtimes were sacred. True, she ate almost everything herself, Tommy only possessing the appetite for what was to Lily only a couple bites of food, but she always savored the joy of feeding him those few bites. His little mouth was so small now that he couldn’t even fit silverware into it; rather than get him anything custom, she’d opted to just hand-feed him. There was a deep, beautiful intimacy to it. And yet… somehow, it didn’t quite satisfy her. She wished that, somehow, the act of feeding her Tommy could be even more intimate…

She started suddenly as she felt a strange sensation in her chest. She froze for a moment, not knowing what to make of it, before reaching up under her sweater and feeling her bra.

It was damp. A befuddled smile started spreading across Lily’s face as blood rushed to her cheeks. The tingling between her legs intensified.

“Change of plans, Tommy!” Lily announced as she returned to the dining room, hoisting him up from where she’d left him. “It’s actually bedtime.”

“But, I’m hungry.” That was new. Tommy was never hungry. Lily’s smile became a full-blown grin.

“I know sweetie, but don’t worry, Mommy will handle it.”

“Isn’t it… early, for bedtime?”

“Now now!” she said, tapping him gently on the nose as she crossed the house to the stairs. “You know better than to question my decisions.”

“R-right. I’m sorry, Mommy.”

She slowed down as she climbed the stairs; she wanted this to be a gentle, intimate experience, and to make that happen, she needed to get a little more control over herself.”

“Sweetheart… do you like being Mommy’s little boy?” she asked as she ascended.

“Of course! I love it!”

“Would you… like to be even littler for me?” According to the new version of things, the version that Tommy remembered, he’d always been 2’6”. Which meant that, from his perspective, tomorrow was the first time he was ever going to shrink. 

“What do you mean?”

“Exactly what I said. Would you like to get even smaller? Be even more of Mommy’s little boy?”

Tommy thought quietly for a few steps. “Would… would that make you happy, Mommy?”

“It would make me very happy, sweetie.”

“Then I want to do it.”

Lily kissed him tenderly. “You’re such a good boy.”

Lily opened the door to their bedroom, dark save for a few golden rays of late afternoon light pouring in from the window. Their marriage license was framed and hung up on the wall, and next to it, the legal guardianship contract Tommy had signed at the vow renewal. To the furthest extent possible, she was now legally his Mommy.

“How small, Mommy? How much smaller do you want me to be?”

“Hmm. I tell you what, baby. Let’s get situated, and then I’ll tell you a bedtime story that will explain it.”

Humming to herself, Lily set Tommy down on the edge of the bed, then kneeled down to begin undressing him. Peeling each piece of tiny clothing off of him one by one, blowing him a kiss as she exposed his cute little cock. He blushed, and his blushing intensified as she turned her attention to herself, stripping down completely naked, heaving a sigh as she felt the wet spots around her nipples.

Tommy noticed them too, eyes widening. She grinned as she climbed into bed, nestling her legs under the covers and propping herself up with a large mound of pillows before opening her arms to him. Tommy climbed into her embrace and she cuddled him close, pressing his face to her leaking breast.

“It’s alright, sweetie. Go ahead and drink. It’s there for you.” If not for the sheer size of Lily’s breasts, Tommy probably wouldn’t be able to reach them from her lap. But as it was, her nipple was hanging down perfectly at the level of his mouth, a single droplet of milk leaking out of it.

After a moment’s hesitation, he opened his mouth and began to suckle. Lily gasped in pleasure and squirmed on the bed; she hadn’t expected it to feel this good.

“That’s it baby, that’s it. Drink it all up. Let Mommy feed you.” In a sense, the milk was a part of her; as her body surrounded him on the outside, her milk began to fill him on the inside. This was, ultimately just one more way for her to hold him even closer. That milk would go on to nourish him, to give him energy, to build new cells as old ones died off—given enough time, he would be made out of it. Made out of her.

She shuddered as a soft, quiet climax rumbled through her.

“Right,” she sighed, relaxing all the tension that had been building up in her unknowingly. “A bedtime story. Tommy, this is the story of what the rest of your life is going to be like.”

He gave no indication that he heard her, he simply continued to drink. Smiling, she slipped her hand between his legs and he let out a moan, his voice reverberating against her nipple and sending another wave of arousal through her.

Tommy’s dick had long ago become too small for a proper handjob. She could practically wrap her hand around his entire body, so his cock was just too small to work with in that way. Instead, she very carefully squeezed it between her thumb and index finger and began slowly, slowly, rolling it around between them. 

“You, my sweet, perfect boy, are going to shrink,” she said as she gently worked him. “You’re going to shrink, and shrink, and shrink. Smaller and smaller, every day. You’re already mine, completely, utterly, unquestionably mine, but somehow, you’re going to keep finding more of yourself to give to me. You’re going to get so tiny that I can hold you between my breasts, so tiny I can cradle you in the palm of my hand, so tiny that I can tuck you away safe and sound in the folds of my fingerprint. Smaller, and smaller, and smaller, forever and ever. So small that the world is going to be too big for you to worry about. Much, much too big for a little boy like you to fit in his adorable little head.” She poked at his scrotum with her middle finger, eliciting another moan. It seemed to make him only more desperate to drink from her. “All that big, scary stuff out there is just going to fade away, and you’re only going to be able to remember one thing. The love of your Mommy. The feeling you have right now,” she said as she ever so slightly increased her speed, “that’s the only feeling you’re going to be capable of! All those silly, unimportant parts of yourself, Mommy’s going to help you get rid of them. You’ll shed every last bit until all you have left is love. Love, and peace, and joy, as you melt into me. Bit by bit, your real life is going to slip away, it’s going to outgrow you as you shrink, and shrink, and shrink, into your own personal heaven. Mommy won’t just be there in paradise with you, she’ll be your paradise. All you know, all you can even imagine, will begin and end with Mommy, whose love is what gives you life.”

She continued massaging his cock as he continued to moan, and drink, and moan. She had no idea where he was putting it all; this was more than she’d managed to feed him in months. Eventually, she’d make him cum. And then she’d make him cum again, and again, and again. She’d drain every last little silly inch out of him through his cock. But she had all the time in the world for that. For now, she was content to sit their massaging him, feeding him, surrounding him inside and out, letting this moment of bliss she’d created for him last as long as possible.

Lily wasn’t used to being rich.

She and Tommy had never really hurt for money; between his old accounting job and the occasional wedding gig on her part, they were always pretty comfortable. But they still had to be smart about it. They still had to budget, plan out big purchases, keep money stashed away for a rainy day. Money wasn’t a big source of stress for them, but it was still something they had to think about. 

That wasn’t true anymore.

Sure, if she really wanted to, Lily could probably blow her millions pretty quickly. But unless she decided to start a yacht collection or personally bankroll a movie or something, she could basically have whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted it. The damage she’d been racking up around the house as she continued to grow would’ve been a major source of stress a few months back, but now it was utterly trivial. Her subscriber count was still growing by the day, filling her bank account to the point of bursting. And that was before Tommy’s financial wizardry got involved.

Well, it seemed like wizardry to her, anyway. To hear him tell it, he barely had to do a thing. According to Tommy, it was almost harder to stop this much money from multiplying; even just keeping everything in a savings account, the interest alone would rival his old salary. She had, functionally, unlimited money.

Which was a good thing, because there was a lot to spend it on.

Repairs to the house were the first thing. They needed it in tip-top shape to sell it—it was just too small for her. At the same time, she went about buying a plot of land to build a new house on, one that could be made to her specifications. Reinforced floors and walls to resist her weight, high ceilings… and, of course, room to grow. It would be a while before the new place was ready, so she spent the ensuing weeks walking on eggshells. Tommy and her had bought this house when they’d gotten married, and she’d always loved it, but it was just, so… different now. It used to seem so spacious and nice, but now it felt cramped and cheap. It was almost less like a real house and more like an exceedingly elaborate playhouse for children.

Lily groaned in frustration; playhouses don’t start spraying water everywhere when you accidentally twist the faucet off of the kitchen sink. She bent awkwardly over the counter to jam a finger into the exposed pipe while she tried to look up how to stop the water on her phone, her enlarged fingers struggling to operate the touch screen.

When she got that settled (turning the spigot under the sink as gently as possible to avoid a repeat), she huffed a little in frustration. No water was going to make cooking dinner a challenge.

Screw it, we’re rich.

“Tommy! Get dressed, sweetie, we’re going out for dinner.”

Custom clothing had been the next big purchase on the list. At 7’5” and over 700 pounds, Lily had outgrown the inventory of every plus-sized or big-and-tall clothing shop she could find; there was some menswear that was made for someone of her height, but not for someone of her otherworldly proportions. Tommy didn’t fare much better; children’s clothes sort of fit him, but kids have very different builds than adults, and it all hung loosely off of his thin, frail frame. She’d been struggling to find the poor little thing something that fit him well for a good while now. She’d even thought of looking into extra-large doll clothes, but unfortunately, those weren’t made with comfort in mind.

Now though, she just had a tailor on-call. A photo of an outfit she liked and an update of their measurements, and she’d have it by the end of the week. It was pricey, but again, money wasn’t really an issue anymore. The worst part of it was having to deal with someone asking questions about her and Tommy’s situation. Talking about her growth and her husband’s shrinking on-camera was one thing, but having to lay it out for a stranger face-to-face got uncomfortable quickly. She’d had to rotate through a few tailors before finding one that was mostly just willing to work without pestering her too much.

A little while later, she smiled as Tommy carefully made his way down the stairs, his legs short enough now that each step took a minor but notable effort.

“There’s my handsome little man!” He blushed at the compliment. The tiny suit he was wearing was much more flattering than the oversized t-shirts and sweatpants he’d been stuck in for so long.

“Y-you look incredible too, Mommy.”

She beamed in pride, knowing full well that he was telling the truth; it was frankly a little hard to stay humble when she saw the towering goddess that looked back at her from the mirror these days. She was wearing a strapless navy blue dress that showed off her silky shoulders and endless cleavage in all its glory, the skirt accentuating the absurd curve of her hip. Her hair was done up in a complex labyrinth of braids, and there was even still more left over to spill down her back, the fiery crimson contrasting sharply against her fair skin. As she’d predicted a while back, she officially had enough hair now that it was a capital P Problem. Washing and styling it was, without exaggeration, a day-long affair.

She’d been tempted more than once to cut it down, but couldn’t bring herself to do it. It looked amazing, for one thing. Moreover, its growth was obviously magical, and that meant that Tommy liked it this way. His transformation was a lot more inconvenient than her own, so it only seemed fair for her to put up with a little bit of difficulty for his sake.

Lily led the way out to the driveway, where her next big purchase awaited them. Their old car had gotten far too small for her—most cars had gotten too small for her. The heavy-duty pickup truck she’d bought was designed more for construction work, and it wasn’t exactly the classiest thing to be driving around in, but it was the only option she’d found that had enough leg- and head-room for her.

Tommy, bless his heart, tried his best to climb into the passenger seat on his own, but it was a lost cause from the start; he couldn’t even reach the door handle. 

“Tommy, we’ve talked about this. You’ve got to stop trying to do things on your own. Ask Mommy for help when you’re too little to do something yourself.”

“R-right. Sorry, Mommy.”

“Aw, it’s okay, pumpkin.” She lifted him up, enjoying the way that her hands could nearly encircle his midsection now. She gave him a quick kiss on the head before opening up the door, placing him in the seat, and buckling him in.

“Hmm. Y’know… I hadn’t thought about it, Tommy, but we might need to get you a carseat.”

“What?!”

“I mean it! I’m not talking about it as like, a humiliation thing… Well, okay, I’m not just talking about it as a humiliation thing. Seatbelts aren’t really made for someone as small as you. I’d hate if something happened.”

Tommy’s face was flush with embarrassment. “I… I guess…”

“We’ll talk about it later. For tonight, I’ll just drive slow.” Lily circled around the truck, loaded a few things into the back, and climbed in, not even needing to use the step.

* * *

Tommy was so small now.

The cabin of Mommy’s new truck was absolutely cavernous from his perspective (and yet, she still had to push her seat back all the way and stoop a bit to keep her head off the ceiling). His feet dangled from the passenger seat, and he had to tug awkwardly at the seatbelt to keep it from pressing into his neck; he hated to admit it, but Mommy might have had a point about the carseat. Did he even weigh enough to enable the airbag?

Lily slowed as she approached a stop sign, and instinctively reached out a precautionary arm, lightly holding Tommy in place against the back of his seat. She didn’t even turn to look at him, but the tossed-off gesture gave Tommy a warm feeling inside, a small reminder that his Mommy was always thinking of him, always caring for him.

Shrinking had been so alarming, so stressful, so scary at first. He’d spent so much time addled with worry about what was happening to him and how he would ever manage it. That seemed… silly, to him now. Being Mommy’s little boy felt so good, so natural, that it was getting harder and harder to believe that he’d ever been anything else. His life as a 6’3” man with the body of a linebacker was slowly starting to feel less and less like a memory and more and more like… a dream. A dream that made perfect sense while he was sleeping, but that seemed increasingly incoherent now that he was awake. His memories of looking down at Lily, of lifting her up with ease or pinning her down as they made love… they felt bizarre. Wrong. He wasn’t supposed to be that big, and it gave him a vague sense of unease to think about how he had been for so long.

His mind wandered to an incident back in high school. A football game. He’d tackled a kid on the other team, his full weight slamming down onto him. Something about the angle of the tackle, or the way the kid took the landing… Tommy shuddered at the memory. The audible crunch. The scream of pain. Adults rushing onto the field to inspect the kid’s broken arm. The memory haunted Tommy for years afterward. That was… probably the root of where the magic had started; somewhere in the back of his mind, he hated being big enough to hurt someone like that.

He was snapped back to the present as he felt the truck begin to move again, Lily removing her hand from his chest and stroking his hair, her massive hand big enough to palm his head. Tommy instinctively nuzzled against her, and blushed a little when he involuntarily let out a little sighing trill, like a kitten.

“Jesus Christ, Tommy, come on. That’s not fair. You can’t be that adorable when I’m driving!”

“S-sorry, Mommy.” He smiled and fidgeted in his seat as he looked away, his face turning a deeper red. He knew she was just teasing him, but he couldn’t help but apologize anyway.

That was a new effect the magic was having on him, or at least one that he’d only just recently started to notice: he’d become an absolute glutton for physical attention. No more did the magic simply amplify his sex drive—now, he constantly craved the touch of his Mommy, and felt an intoxicating sense of euphoria when he got it. To tell the truth, he was a bit disappointed that she’d decided to take them out tonight; that was less time that he could spend cuddled up with her, melting against her gigantic body. He’d never say as much, though—he was a good boy, and wouldn’t dream of arguing or pushing back against her.

…God, it really wasn’t that long ago that he was arguing with her constantly. The memory gave him a sinking feeling in his gut, filling him with shame that he’d behaved so poorly for so long. He was so grateful that Mommy was so forgiving, that she’d completely moved past it and let his old, defiant self sink into the past. Honestly, what had he been thinking? It was only a few weeks ago, but it was hard for him to remember how being so resistant could have possibly made sense. He loved his Mommy, and being obedient made her happy. It made him happy, too. So why on Earth had he put up such a fight? It had seemed so incredibly important at the time, but already Tommy couldn’t really imagine why. Life had gotten so much better since he gave in and embraced who he really was.

He turned back to look at his Mommy, who was focused on the road. She was so beautiful. A wave of affection washed over him as he studied her flawless, giant features. She was like a living work of art, so gorgeous that even just staring at her like this bordered on overstimulating. He was so happy that she was his Mommy; it almost felt unfair that he had her all to himself. What could he have possibly done to deserve her?

Even so, he couldn’t help but want more. Without even really thinking, he reached out for her, wanting to touch her, to feel even just the skin of her arm against his fingertips. It was in vain; the truck was too big, and he was too tiny, to reach her. He was taken by surprise by just how upset that was making him, but his frustration was quelled immediately when Lily caught him out of the corner of her eye and reached out to meet him, her hand completely consuming his own, surrounding it with soft warmth.

* * *

Lily was hungry.

Killing the engine and stepping out into the parking lot of the restaurant—the same one she’d taken Tommy to a few months prior—she quickly moved to the passenger side and helped her husband out of the truck. She took his hand and led him toward the door; he was so short now that he had to reach higher than his head to hold hands with her while walking. 

“Sweetie, can you get the door for Mommy?”

Tommy let go of her and approached the glass front door to the restaurant. The handle was a bit higher than his eye level. Putting his hands around it, he leaned back and pulled; the door only budged slightly. He tried again, grunting with effort, but only managed to move it a few more inches before his fingers slipped.

“I… can’t do it, Mommy.”

“Why not, sweetheart?”

“I’m, um. I’m too weak.”

Lily covered her mouth, feeling a little flush. She’d expected him to struggle with the door, but he was already too weak to even open it? Fuck that was hot.

“It’s alright, sweetie. All the best little boys need their Mommy’s help.”

Lily led the way inside, crouching through the vestibule, opening both of the double-doors to fit her hips through the doorway. The hostess’ jaw dropped as she entered the restaurant proper and rose back to her full height.

“Hello! Table for two, please!”

“Um… uh… r-right, yes, of course! Right… right this way!” The hostess tripped over herself grabbing menus from the podium and made a few false starts before her short-circuiting brain remembered which way she was trying to lead the couple.

It was adorable.

Lily surveyed the restaurant as she strolled to the table, Tommy’s hand grasped firmly in her own. Going out in public like this was so strange now. She couldn’t help but draw the stares of everyone around her, couldn’t help but be the center of attention wherever she went. If she was still 4’9” (did she really used to be only four foot nine?), she would’ve found it intimidating. When she was in the six-foot range, she’d found it flattering.

Now though? Now, it was… cute.

Everyone was so much littler than her. Of course they were staring; it was almost as if they were a bunch of children playing dress-up, and she, an actual adult, had intruded on their game. It was hard to take the restaurant’s upscale atmosphere seriously when, to her, it had the proportions of an elementary school cafeteria. It was even harder to take any of the people seriously, when the largest men seemed about as big to her as 4th graders. 

God, was this how people used to see her?

“Um, here we are,” the hostess nervously gestured to an open table. Lily took one look at it and immediately recognized a problem.

“Sweetie, I am pretty sure I’m gonna demolish this chair if I try to sit in it.”

“Uh, um…” The hostess stammered, unsure of how to address the issue.

“Do you have any bigger chairs? Something that might be able to accommodate me?”

“I, I’m sorry, ma’am, I don’t think we do.”

“Hm.” Lily frowned in disapproval, and the hostess started sweating bullets beneath her. Poor little girl; she was trying her best.

“I actually thought that might be the case. My truck’s parked out front, and I’ve brought a size-appropriate seat with me. Do you think it would be too much trouble for you to get it for me?”

“O-oh, uh! No, of course not, ma’am, I’ll send someone out for  it.”

“Good girl.” Lily froze the moment the words left her lips. She hadn’t meant to say that; talking that way had just become second-nature to her, and she’d spoken to the hostess like Tommy or one of her online subs without even thinking. She stared down at the smaller woman, wide-eyed, waiting to see how she’d react.

The hostess blushed, broke eye contact, and fidgeted. “Um. Th-thank you.”

Lily relaxed immediately and smiled. Good, she was into it. “You might want to send two people to get it, it’s heavy.”

Everyone generally seemed enamored with Lily, willing and ready to take her instructions and eager to gain her approval. She wasn’t sure if that was another effect of the magic, or if that’s just how people generally treat staggeringly beautiful amazons. Still, that had been the furthest she’d pushed her luck with a stranger in person, so it was a relief that she hadn’t crossed a line by slipping into full “dommy mommy” mode.

“Tommy, come here.” He was in the middle of climbing up into the other chair. “Gentlemen don’t sit down until the lady does, sweetie.”

“Right… sorry.”

“I forgive you.” She beckoned him over and stooped down a little to reach his head, cupping it in her hand and guiding it to the slit in her dress where her thigh was exposed. Tommy leaned against , throwing his arms around her leg and sighing, slumping slightly as his body relaxed. He was so fucking cute now, and he’d turned into a real cuddlebug.

Before long, two servers in black slacks and dress shirts came through the front door, helping each other carry the chair Lily had loaded into the truck before leaving. It was another recent purchase; she needed something to sit on besides the floor. The chair was made of strong, solid oak, gorgeous reliefs of lilies engraved into the wood, with heavily stuffed velvet cushioning. It looked like… alright, Lily hadn’t intended to order a throne for herself, but the carpenter she’d contracted managed to upsell her. It just looked so beautiful!

And, it was big. The back of it was higher than either of the men carrying it, and the seat was wide enough to accommodate Lily’s massive rear. It was also heavy; it had to be if it was going to hold up under her weight. The servers were clearly struggling with it, straining under its mass and having a hard time finding a path through the crowded restaurant to maneuver it.

Lily waited patiently, smiling at them as they worked to bring her the chair. The hostess was following alongside them, and moved the normal chair for the table out of the way to make space for it. The men set it down with a thud, panting and visibly sweating from the effort.

“Thank you so much, boys! Hm… Actually, I think I’d prefer to have it over here.” Lily made a show of lifting the chair up easily and bringing it around to the other side of the table, scooting the other chair out of the way.

“If you get us some water, that would be wonderful. Two glasses, and bring the whole pitcher, please.” As Lily spoke, she lifted Tommy up before sitting in her throne, setting him on her leg and snuggling him close to her.

The hostess and one of the waiters returned to their regular duties, while the other waiter rushed to bring the requested water. 

“What would you say are your top… let’s say four dishes?”

“Oh, uh, well… Our steak comes very highly recommended, as does our roast chicken. Or, if you’re in the mood for seafood, our lobster is always a big hit, but my personal favorite is probably the salmon.”

“Great! I’ll have them all.”

“You’ll…?”

“I’m a big girl. It takes a lot to fill me up.” She shot the waiter a wink, which instantly flustered him.

“Right, of course. Um, and, for…?”

“Oh, Tommy? He barely eats anything. He’ll just have some of mine.”

The waiter nodded and slunk away, giving Lily some quality time with her baby. Tommy was so tiny now, even sitting on her lap his head didn’t clear her shoulders. She squeezed him to her, resting a hand on his lap, her hand reaching clear across both his thighs. It was difficult to remind herself that they were in public, and to keep things appropriate between them. She never would have thought in a million years that her greatest sexual fantasy was a perfect little doll-man, who relied on her for everything, who she could shower in affection but also take advantage of as she saw fit. But now that she had one in her arms, she knew that it was all she’d ever wanted. 

She couldn’t help herself. Careful to be subtle about it, well aware that all eyes were on her, she gently poked and prodded at him through the crotch of his pants with her pinky finger.

“M-Mommy…”

“Shhh, sweetie. Don’t make a scene. Mommy’s just providing a little entertainment before our meal.”

Wrapping her other arm around his waist, she rested her left hand on top of her right, shielding her right-hand fingers from view. She slowly began to grope and massage her tiny husband, not looking to do anything more right now but tease him, exciting herself with just how much she could do to him with so little effort; he was almost literally wrapped around her little finger.

Well, she didn’t intend to do more than tease him a little. But the longer they waited, the further she found herself pushing the envelope. The way he squirmed on her thigh, the little whimpers of pleasure he was stifling, it was revving her up so much that she just couldn’t resist taking it further and further, gently grabbing and rubbing him through his pants. She could feel him trying to move, trying to scoot away from the relentless teasing of her hand, trying to escape the pleasure she was inflicting on him before he did something to give it away, but it was useless; the arm she had wrapped around him kept him pinned exactly where she wanted him.

Lily kept her pace slow and steady, backing off anytime it felt like she was getting him too close to the edge. “You better hold it in, my sweet boy. It would be so embarrassing if Mommy made you cum in front of everybody.” No sound escaped from him but a high-pitched squeaking whine from the back of his throat.

“You’re so fun to play with, baby. Mommy’s favorite little boy. And just think: you’re still getting littler! I can’t wait to see how much cuter you’re going to get for me, pumpkin. So little, so tiny, so precious. Oh. Oh! Oopsie!” Lily felt a damp warmth on her fingertips as Tommy spasmed, still struggling to keep as still and quiet as possible. “Looks like Mommy made a mess.”

“I-I’m sorry,” Tommy whined, panting, pressing his face to her shoulder shamefully.

“No, sweetie! Don’t apologize. You couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

Lily grabbed a napkin off the table and spread it over Tom’s lap, then grabbed another to spread over her other leg (neither was big enough to cover her lap entirely). And not a moment too soon; the waiter arrived with an entire platter of food immediately after.

Everything looked and smelled delicious… but of course, it also looked small. Lily had made the right call ordering so much, and immediately began cutting into the salmon while Tommy recovered, hugging himself tightly to her.

“Oh my God, baby, you’ve got to try this.” Getting another small forkful of fish, she lifted it up to Tommy’s mouth. After a moment, he composed himself enough to open up, taking the bit off the fork, and smiled contentedly.

“It’s good, isn't it sweetie?”

“It’s delicious, Mommy.”

“You’re delicious.” She craned her neck down to kiss the top of his head.

The meal continued apace, Lily sharing about every tenth bite with her little man. By the end, he was stuffed. Lily was satisfied… but probably could’ve made room for a fifth dish if she wanted to.

But now, she was eager to get Tommy home so he could return the favor to her.

Lily woke with a gasp.

Her legs instinctively squeezed together, and she felt him—Tommy’s tiny body, barely bigger than one of her legs, her toes brushing up against his delicate little ankles. She tried to sit up to see him over the rise of her breasts, but she only caught a glimpse of a small mound beneath the covers before his tongue found another particularly sensitive spot, causing her to throw her head back and moan.

God, that little tongue felt good, exploring every little nook and cranny of her, finding its way into crevices it would’ve been too thick to reach previously. The tip began to tease her clit in exactly the way he knew she liked best, the sensation completely different from what it used to be when he was a larger man.

Of course, his tongue wasn’t as long anymore, which meant that he couldn’t really get as deep as—

Her back arched fully off the bed as four fingers reached inside her all at once. She grabbed Tommy’s pillow and slammed it to her face to muffle the screams of pleasure bursting out of her as he drove nearly his entire hand in and out, in and out, with a rhythm that matched the motion of his tongue. She squeezed him even tighter, the generous padding of her thighs deforming around his body.

Slowly, his pace began to quicken, and her screams grew louder and louder. Her fingers clawed into the pillow more and more the closer she got, her voice finally stifled as the pleasure grew so intense it literally took her breath away. With one final, window-rattling moan of ecstasy, she came, her muscles reflexively contracting so sharply that she ripped the pillow cleanly in half.

Her head swam as she slowly returned to her senses, her breathing gradually returning to normal. Rivulets of sweat were forming all over her naked body, causing little pieces of pillow stuffing to stick to her exposed shoulders and clavicle. As her legs relaxed, she felt Tommy pull himself up from between her legs and climb onto her stomach. A small aftershock of pleasure rumbled through her as she thought about how completely weightless he felt climbing on top of her like that. After a moment, his head emerged from between her breasts, poking out from the blanket covering them. His face was flush from exertion and soaked in her juices as he grinned widely, clearly proud of his handiwork.

“Good morning, Mommy.”

“Tom… fuck.” She threw her arms around him and held him tightly as she rolled onto her side, curling into a fetal position around him, pinning his legs between her own.

She owed him for that one. Big time. But she needed a minute first. No, she needed several. He’d finally fully submitted to her, but this morning, that certainly hadn’t stopped him from getting the better of her.

“I’m sorry I ruined your pillow, sweetie,” she said after a long silence, her voice nothing more than a series of lilting, contented sighs.

Tommy nuzzled against her breast. “That’s okay. I like this one better anyway.”

“God. I love you so much, baby.” Her tongue was down his throat before he had the opportunity to say “I love you too,” his entire mouth thick with the taste of her sex. That little tongue of his had managed to rob the breath straight out of her lungs, and she couldn’t help but feel a certain sense of playful vengeance as she effortlessly dominated it with her own.

She broke off from him slowly, peppering his face with smaller kisses as she gently pushed him away from her, studying him approvingly.

“You know, Tommy… you’re kind of gorgeous now.” He blushed, taken aback by the compliment. It was true. He’d developed a certain boyish beauty, reminiscent of the guys from those old Japanese cartoons Lily used to watch as a kid—maybe that was the source of her subconscious desire to mold him into this? If she saw him randomly on the street, Lily would never guess that he was nearly 30 years old; she’d probably assume he was closer to 19 or so. Ignoring his size, she could easily picture a face like his on a magazine for teen girls (ooh, that might be a fun concept for a photoshoot!). His body was svelte and soft, his pecs yielding easily to her touch as she traced a finger along their edges. There was no definition to his muscles at all, and only just enough body fat to keep his ribcage from sticking out.

Doll-like. That was it, he looked doll-like. A masterfully crafted doll, with such intricate, beautiful detailing in his tiny little face that it was a wonder the craftsman had managed to fit so much into such a small space.

“Mm-hm,” Lily purred. “Gorgeous, adorable, you certainly know your way around my body… and you’re going to be sweet and obedient from now on, right?”

“Yes, Mommy!” She smiled lovingly at the earnest joy in his voice. Until yesterday, he’d always had a little bit of reluctance when he replied to her like that. And yes, it was hot as hell that he was fully embracing his submissive position beneath her, but more than that, it made her happy to see him so happy, finally freed of his inhibitions.

“In that case…” Lily tapped her chin and looked upward, as though she were thinking intently. “In that case, I can only think of one thing wrong with you. Just one little flaw that keeps you from being perfect.”

She had to stop herself from letting out a little sympathetic laugh at his reaction, his face filling with genuine concern. “Wh-what? What is it?”

She smiled coyly as she rolled over on top of him, her breasts enveloping his lower body. She idly kicked her legs in the air behind her as she rested her chin on her hands, staring down at him. Her bodyweight alone had been enough to pin him down for a while now, but she continued to get a thrill out of how utterly effortless it was to physically conquer him.

“It’s obvious, sweetie. You’re still much, much too big.” He blushed furiously, and she smiled as she felt his cock hardening against the softness of her belly.

“Would you like Mommy to fix that for you, sweetie? Would you like Mommy to help you get smaller?” She shifted her weight around slowly, teasing his dick by rubbing the smooth, soft skin of her stomach against it.

“Y-yes, Mommy. Please. I… I want to get smaller for you.”

Grinning, Lily leaned forward, nibbling on Tommy’s ear. She had to be careful not to apply too much pressure; her jaw was a lot stronger now, and his ear was a lot more delicate. He let out a series of adorable little whines as her teeth and lips explored his ear, her breath hot against it.

“How could Mommy ever say no to such a good little boy like you?”

* * *

Tommy smiled nervously.

It’s not that he wasn’t afraid anymore. The thought of losing more and more of himself, of falling further and further under his Mommy’s control, still inspired plenty of fear in him. But what he didn’t feel anymore was that crushing sense of existential dread, the all-consuming anxiety that he was dooming himself, letting himself be seduced into giving away the most important, most crucial parts of what made him him.

No, the fear now was… exhilarating. It was the fear you’d feel on a rollercoaster. He’d made his peace with the fact that he’d gotten on this ride willingly and that he was staying on it willingly. And, more than that… He had faith in his Mommy. He trusted her that she would take care of him. He felt a bit guilty that it had taken him so long to find that trust.

Sometimes, in quiet moments, he could feel some tiny little vestige of his old worries creeping into the back of his head. Surely he didn’t buy her explanation, right? Surely he didn’t really believe that he was the one doing this to himself, that this wasn’t a horror show but some magical, impossible realization of their love. Couldn’t he see that this was just more manipulation? More lies? A script, fed to his wife by the curse, or worse yet, something she’d come up with herself?

And… no. He couldn’t see that. Lily’s explanation of the magic had rung true in his heart. It made sense, in a way that nothing really had made sense ever since all this started. They were molding each other, and molding themselves, to fulfill their deepest collective desires. This is exactly what he’d always wanted, and he’d been so ashamed that he’d never let himself admit it.

Lily… the word was starting to feel clunky and awkward to him. He hadn’t spoken it aloud once since their conversation last week, and the thought of doing so was growing increasingly displeasurable to him. Why would he call her Lily? Of course, he always had before, but now… now something about it seemed stuffy. Formal. Calling her by her name strangely felt like it was pushing her away, holding her at a distance. But Mommy… the word was coming to him more and more naturally. Mommy was warm. Intimate. It was a word he could sink into, a word that seemed to cover him like a cozy blanket when he spoke it. It was a special name, one that only he was allowed to call her; he’d always feel a little thrill of pride when she reminded her stream chat that they were to strictly call her “Mommy Lily,” that only he was allowed to simply call her “Mommy.”

It was the stream chat that he was now smiling nervously for.

“Hello, darlings!” Lily said, addressing her webcam. She was sitting on a stool, holding Tommy on one leg. “Those of you who tune in regularly probably already know that today is special. We’re hitting a major milestone!” She slowly stood up off the tool, easing Tom to the floor in front of her. He kept his eyes forward, staring into the camera like she’d told him too, but he could feel her immense presence behind him, the reason-defying swerve of her hips hanging over his head. She eased forward slightly, and he could feel the heat from her vagina against the back of his head, the soft silk of her panties the only thing separating them.

With some dramatic panache, Lily reached into her bra, the only other clothing she was wearing, and retrieved a measuring tape. Holding one end, she let it unfurl like a yo-yo, dropping to the floor next to Tommy’s foot.

“Go ahead and stand on the end, baby. Let’s show everybody how little you’ve gotten today.”

Tommy knew what to do, but commanding him like that was part of the show. And he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like it, too.

Once his foot had secured the tip of the tape, his Mommy gently pulled it taught, holding it vertically as she kneeled down and leaned in further to see which tick mark lined up with the top of his head. Tommy idly wondered if she would need glasses soon, not because her vision was getting worse, but because everything must be starting to look like small type to her.

“And… Yep! There you have it, everyone. My little Tommy is four feet tall on the dot.” She handed the other end of the tape measure to him, and then hugged him from behind, smooching him on the cheek. “Isn’t he just adorable, everybody?”

The large monitor they’d set up behind the camera showed the standard wave of hearts. Mommy had been right; she was definitely the main draw, but there was unquestionably a segment of their audience that subscribed for him. Sometimes, they’d make posts in the chat, comments about what they’d like to do to him. Most of it was stuff that his Mommy already did to him, but the thought of a stranger taking advantage of him like that… well, if this was a rollercoaster, that was one of the scarier loop-de-loops.

“So, if Tommy here is four feet tall, do you all know what that means?” Lily nudged his foot with her own, getting him to move off of the measuring tape so she could stand on it. Still hugging him tightly, she started to climb back to her feet, bending over so her hair fell down in front of her, obscuring her face. She lifted Tommy up and over her head, setting him piggyback on her shoulders, before throwing her head back dramatically, submerging him in waves of long, crimson hair. It was now so long that it roughly reached down to her waist; when it was fully styled and teased out, it took up about as much volume as Tommy’s entire body.

He gently moved her hair aside, careful not to tug as he pulled his end of the measuring tape taut. From his perch on her shoulders, there was no question as to how tall she was.

“What’s it say, sweetie? Let everyone know!”

“You’re… you’re seven feet tall, Mommy.” Tommy was playing up his reaction a little bit for the stream… sort of. He wasn’t surprised by the number, but seeing that Mommy had officially crossed the seven foot barrier did fill his shrunken body with a quiet awe.

Lily mugged for the camera a bit, striking a few sexy poses for the camera while Tommy held the measuring tape as steady as he could, squeezing her neck with his thighs to try and keep his balance.

“We’ve got a lot planned today to celebrate!” she announced. With a wink to the camera, she briefly stepped out of frame, Tommy still riding her shoulders.

“To start,” she called from off screen, a slight grunt of effort in her voice. A moment later, they were back in-frame, Lily dragging behind her one of those big “Guess Your Weight” novelty scales that you’d see at the carnival.

“We’re gonna play a little game. If any of you can correctly guess how much Mommy Lily weighs…” she cupped her breasts, so huge they made even her enlarged hands seem small. “I’ll take off my bra.”

The chat was instantly flooded with numbers, far too many to actually keep track of. Lily let Tommy down and he moved to the computer, sending a link out to a page where people could submit their guesses in a way that they could be checked.

After giving everyone a few moments to get their guesses in, Mommy pulled up the page on her phone and approached the scale. They’d bought it second-hand off eBay because the big dial display would make it show up on camera easily. It was expensive, and they really wouldn’t have much use for it after today… but money really wasn’t something they had to worry about anymore.

Tommy leaned against the stool; climbing up to sit on it would be too cumbersome, so he just remained standing as his Mommy started reading out the guesses.

“Let’s see, our first guess is… 100 pounds?” She laughed. “I don’t know if you’re trying to flatter me, if you made a typo, or what, but uh, sorry, no. Or… maybe you knew that, and just wanted to see how easily I could do… this?”

Lily lifted one foot and set a bare, manicured toe onto the platform of the scale. The dial immediately began to twitch, turning further and further as she set the entire ball of her foot onto the scale, easing more and more weight onto it until it reached the “100” mark, about a third of the way around the dial.

“Let’s hope the next guess makes a little more sense. Let’s see… 150? C’mon now.” Her posture barely even shifted as she applied a little more force, shooting the dial up to the 150 tick mark. “You’re not gonna insult me making a real guess, sweethearts. Mommy Lily likes how huge and heavy she is. What else do we have? Another 150, another 150, 160… 200. I’m not sure if any of you really understand just how big I am.” She eased a little more weight onto the scale and the dial rapidly flew over to the 200 mark.

“That’s 200. Do I hear three? Yep, there we go, one of you guessed three hundred pounds.” She leaned forward a bit, and the dial on the scale rocketed to the 300 position, the highest weight it marked. “Mommy’s starting to think you don’t want to see her tits,” she said with an overly affected pout.

“Let’s see, let’s see, what’s the highest any of you guessed?... 450, huh? Well, let’s check.” She continued leaning forward, continued pressing down. The dial rolled back over to zero and made another full half-rotation, landing back at 150.

And her other foot was still on the floor.

“So sorry, sweethearts. It doesn’t look like anyone guessed high enough! I guess if you want to see Mommy topless, you’re going to have to stick to the nude photos I’ve posted. But I wonder… just how much do I weigh then? Let’s find out.” Gradually, she started putting more and more of her weight onto the foot on the scale, and the dial continued to move. Before long, it had completed a second full revolution, hitting the 300 mark once again… and then she finally lifted her other foot fully off the floor. The dial jumped around erratically as her full weight was finally applied to the scale, before settling on the 40 mark.

Six hundred and forty pounds.

There was a sudden snap, and the dial twisted in reverse, making two full counter-clockwise revolutions before coming to a stop back at 0.

“Oops.” She covered her mouth theatrically. “I don’t think this thing was designed to take this much weight.”

* * *

Lily pressed play anxiously.

She didn’t know why she’d never thought of this before. Her and Tommy seemed to only change overnight, in their sleep, which meant they never got to see the transformations firsthand. That is, until Lily had finally thought to just set up a camera to photograph them as they slept.

It would only work on a big change; a few millimeters wouldn’t be noticeable, and even a full inch would be hard to see. Lily had started to slow down their sex life, just a smidgeon; she wanted to savor the experience of growing larger, of Tommy shrinking. She wasn’t sure exactly when their sizes would stop changing, but it had to at some point. Tommy only had so much to give, after all. That meant that her growing days were numbered, and she wanted to keep that train rolling for as long as possible.

Still, for this, she was willing to go all-out, one more marathon lovemaking session, so she could capture the transformation on film.

She was sitting cross-legged on the floor—her old favorite loveseat was broken behind her, wood cracked and springs crushed from the last time she’d tried to sit on it. She’d finally gotten big enough to fill up its cushion in the way she’d imagined… and the damn thing was too weak to support her weight. She could get someone to haul it away, but she thought it might be more fun to destroy it with her bare hands on-stream. Still, this was starting to become a problem; she was heavy enough and strong enough that she was accidentally breaking or crushing something new every single day. Their bed would probably be the next thing to go; she could already feel the mattress sagging something awful.

Well, that was a problem for later. Right now, she wanted to watch the footage she’d taken. Tommy was sitting in her lap, and she snuggled him close as the video started to play.

It wasn’t really a “video” in the strictest sense, but a series of photos, automatically snapped every fifteen seconds. Each stayed on screen for only a second or so, creating a sort of stop-motion slideshow effect. Lily squeezed her little boy tighter as the timestamps in the bottom-right progressed from 11 PM, to 12 AM, to 1…

“There!” she shouted suddenly. In the photos, Tommy was pressed up against her chest, his head dwarfed by her tits. It was lucky that they were both in frame; since he was shrinking as she grew, it made the change a little easier to see. Photo by photo, her breasts swelled just a little bigger, engulfing more and more of his head.

“Do you see it?”

“I see it, Mommy.”

Lily continued to stare at the slideshow intently. It wasn’t a big change. She’d only grown by, what… one percent? It was hard to tell whether she was seeing things, or if the sleeping Lily on the screen was just adjusting in her sleep, but she was certain that her silhouette had creeped up a couple pixels on the screen.

Slowly, one of her hands reached into her pants, while the other one reached into Tommy’s.

“Maybe… maybe we should try again.” She was too horny to put any kind of teasing or coy affect into her speech. “Two inches in one day would be a lot… but if we started early, we could get it done. What do you think, baby?”

“W-w… whatever you want, Mommy. I’ll do whatever you want.”

She continued staring at herself on the screen as she fingered the both of them, then realized her mistake; she should’ve been watching Tommy. An inch was bigger proportionately for him than it was for her, and his shrinkage was much easier to see as a result. She let out a visible “oh” and started working both of her hands faster as, for the first time, she actually got to watch her little boy dwindle smaller in her arms.

* * *

Tommy couldn’t reach.

He was backed against the wall of their bedroom, stretching up on his tiptoes. Mommy’s gorgeous, naked body was straddling him, her legs rising up on either side of him like pillars, her hands bracing her against the wall high, high above. No matter how hard he stretched, he simply couldn’t reach; the tip of his tongue could explore most of her labia, but her clitoris was just barely too high up. It was enough to excite her further, but nothing more than that.

He reached up with his hands, but was instantly rebuked. “No, baby, no. I want your tongue. That beautiful, precious little tongue of yours. It’s so naughty of you to be teasing me this much. Please, baby. Be a good boy and lick me.”

Mommy had to know what she was doing. She knew full well that her pussy was now well over Tommy’s head. He was pretty sure that she was the one teasing him, taunting him with an impossible challenge. Or at least… he was pretty sure that’s what this had started as. When she’d first cornered him like this, her voice had been commanding yet coy, but now… now it carried a desperate sense of need. He began to wonder if the little thwips of his tongue against her taint had driven her into so much of a frenzy that she’d actually forgotten that she’d given him a task that he couldn’t hope to actually complete.

It didn’t matter. His Mommy had given him an order, and he was determined to figure out how to obey it.

His first thought was whether he could somehow climb her. Scaling one of her legs would be difficult, especially with his complete lack of upper body strength; he weighed only a few dozen pounds now, but even so, he wasn’t confident that he could pull himself up without some firm handholds. The curve of her hips might be a good spot to grab onto… but they were entirely out of his reach. Jumping would probably give him enough height to make contact… but only for a moment. That would probably just frustrate her further.

What, then? How could he get this done? He needed to think, needed to attack this problem from a clever angle. He mulled the problem over as he continued to kiss and lick at the parts he could reach. How could he make his Mommy cum, if he was too small to reach with his tongue and wasn’t allowed to use his hands?

…Well, what kinds of things excited her?

“Mommy?” he asked, in as small and deferential a voice as possible. 

“What is it, baby?”

“I… I’m sorry.” He affected a sniffle. “I can’t do it.”

“No, sweetie, of course you can! You’re doing such a good job, I know you can do it. You’ve just got to reach a little higher.”

“I can’t do it, Mommy! I’m… I’m too little.” He tried to make himself sound as pathetic as possible. “You’re so big, and pretty, and… I’m too small to pleasure you. I’m sorry Mommy, I’m letting you down.”

“Oh! Baby, no, no, you’re not! I’m so proud of you, sweetheart! I’ll always be proud of you.” Her voice was catching in her throat, and her pussy was beginning to glisten more and more with fluid; Tommy’s plan was working.

“I… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have to ask you this, but… could you help me? I don’t think I can do it without your help. I’m… I’m too little and weak. I’m sorry, Mommy, but… could you spread your legs a little more?”

That’s really all he needed, and he could’ve just asked for that up-front. But, to tell the truth… it hadn’t crossed his mind at first. The idea of making a request of her, of being unable to do something she’d asked of him without her help… well, the guilt in his voice was only mostly a put-on.

“Oh, Tommy… of course, of course.” His begging routine had carried the added benefit of pushing all of her mental buttons; Tommy suspected his words had gotten her closer to climax than anything he’d managed with his tongue so far. Slowly, she eased her legs apart, and slowly, her pussy lowered itself to his level. When it was close enough, Tommy kissed her clit passionately, attacking it vociferously with his tongue.

The effect was immediate. Mommy’d been so wound-up that it took no time at all to push her over the edge. She moaned, and her knees buckled, causing her to slam her pussy into Tommy’s face, the back of his head hitting the wall hard. It hurt, but he ignored it, continuing to suck and lick. In her throes of passion, she had enough wherewithal to realize what she was doing, and pushed harder against the wall with her arms to prop herself back up.

That is, until her hands pushed straight through the sheetrock.

She collapsed to her knees, knocking Tommy down with her, his back hitting the carpet with a soft thud. Shock and worry immediately cut through her orgasm and she scrambled to scoot back, scooping Tommy into her arms.

“Oh my god, baby, are you okay?!”

He coughed, a small cloud of dust settling around them from the damage, but then he smiled. “I’m fine, I’m fine. Did I do a good job, Mommy?”

He could hardly take the pleasure he felt looking into her glowing smile. “You did amazing, sweetie.” She hugged him tightly, resting his head on her shoulder as she inspected the damaged wall.

“I think… we need to move.”