Give Yourself to Me - Chapter 23

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.