A Step Too Far - Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Within a week, Vivianne had moved into Teddy’s old room. As soon as she learned he’d been relocated into Morganna’s suite, Vivianne had called “dibs” on Teddy’s bedroom and spent a weekend moving all her things in. She put up posters of pop musicians and her favourite female athletes, painted one wall a bright shade of blue, and left bright pink dumbbells scattered on the floor. There would be no going back. Teddy basically owned only one thing in the world, if he didn’t count the stuff he’d put into storage: a pair of blue shorts that doubled as briefs.

Other adjustments followed. Morganna made certain to replace the symbolic cloth collar around Teddy’s neck with a blue band that matched his shorts. She’d even made him model it for her, to make sure she’d matched the colour to his shorts. 

At 2’7” or 31-inches in height, Teddy struggled to adapt to how awkward it was becoming to do basic things like climb the stairs, open doors, hold kitchenware, or use the washroom. He was no longer short or just diminutive. He was a size that rendered him out of sync with nearly anything in the house. No one built furniture for adults with his dimensions. He’d retained the proportions of an adult male, yet was reduced down in ratio so much as to make normal objects seem almost alien in proportion. 

The child-proof barriers that Morganna had put up around the house were insulting, but they were not insurmountable. What actually held Teddy back from climbing over them was the threat of punishment more than a physical reason. But he knew that could change.

Morganna would often place a barrier at the top or bottom of the stairs, limiting him from descending until a certain point in the day. Other times she would break up where he could go on the ground floor, limiting him to the kitchen, the living room, or another area. Going outside had become strictly off limits without express permission. This was less of a problem as the weather had began to change with the arrival of crisp fall mornings. Teddy found that his diminished size made him remarkably sensitive to cooler temperatures. He was frequently compelled to stand close to Morganna and to snuggle into her curves when in bed.

At least, that was true when she deigned to let him into bed with her. Just as often, Teddy was relegated to a small cot in the corner of Morganna’s room. But sometimes she would reward him by letting him into her bed all night, especially if he did a good job going down on her.

Teddy’s smaller size made it a very different experience to pleasure his Mistress. Just as he’d begun to learn to please Morganna as a smaller man, he’d been reduced even further. The comparison between his small body and Morganna’s upper thighs was unsettling. Even more threatening was the proportion of her labia against Teddy’s attentive mouth. Teddy could no longer simply lick or kiss the entire shape of Morganna’s sex. His attention had to be brought to the full as he learned just where to stimulate her, pressing his small tongue to specific spots, forced to nuzzle his nose a bit into Morganna’s wet folds to reach where she instructed.

Morganna often became impatient with Teddy’s efforts at eating her out. She would sometimes sigh and push on his small head until his face partially sunk between her wet lips. Teddy would panic and Morganna would end up berating him. “If you can’t eat pussy right, what else are you actually good for?” She would say. “You need to get in there, deeper. Really try your best. Push your little face in, show me you want it.”

It was humiliating. Teddy found himself struggling to prove he could give Morganna good oral sex, driven to show he had value. He struggled with feelings of inadequacy. Increasingly, his worth was measured in how hard he could make Morganna cum, how well he carried out different menial tasks she set for him, or whether he brought amusement to her daughters and friends. Morganna had called him a doll-boy and it seemed more and more to be an accurate term for Teddy. Dolls were meant for pleasure and amusement. Dolls didn’t accomplish things. People didn’t form meaningful relationships with dolls.

A week went by, then another, and Teddy slowly began to feel like he was getting a grasp on life at 31-inches. He was in the bathroom, wiping his face with a purple washcloth. The layer of dried pussy juice on his face, left behind from the night before, seemed to be acting almost like a moisturizer of sorts. Teddy touched his cheek. It felt weirdly soft and smooth. Men were supposed to have rugged faces, but his jawline was smooth with no noticeable stubble. Then again, it wasn’t like he’d had a heavy beard even before he’d shrunk.

Morganna was still asleep in her bed and Teddy had slipped into the washroom to get some personal time. He had pulled himself up onto the counter so he could see himself in the vanity mirror. It was Saturday and most of the house was quiet. The night before had been somewhat raucous, with several women coming over for drinks. Teddy had spent a long night carrying drinks around while getting ogled and patted by grad students from Andrea’s lab. Not to mention Andrea and Karla. Some of the women were still asleep downstairs, having drunk too much to drive home.

Teddy dipped a washcloth into the sink and used it to wipe his body down with soapy water. It felt good to be clean. It was something of a re-assertion of his civilized and adult self. Teddy glanced down at his blue briefs on the bathroom floor - for all intents, his one possession. They needed a good wash too. But that would have to wait until later, when he could toss them in to the laundry along with the rest of Morganna, Vivianne, and Nimue's laundry. 

Laundry had once been one of the easiest chores on his list, but it was now one of the hardest. Some things had been taken off the list, like yard work and washing windows, due to his limited physical capacity. But the things that remained were now much harder. Teddy never would have guessed that a basket full of soiled bras and panties could weigh much. 

The next time he did a load, Teddy decided that he would try and find a way to slip his blue briefs in. The trick would be finding a temporary garment to wear while his briefs were in the machine.

Teddy hopped down from the counter. When his weight hit the bathroom floor, what would once have produced a solid thud now only made a soft thump. Teddy knew that he probably weighed under 50 lbs. now that he was a mere 2’7” tall. He wasn’t sure his weight would even be enough to register on the digital scale in the corner of the bathroom. Frankly, he didn’t want to know. He’d had enough of being poked and prodded, measured and gawked at. He just wanted to get on with his life and to find someway to regain what he’d lost. Surely now that the summer was over and the women had had their fun, they’d consider returning him to normal, or at least some sort of sane height.

But the image of the illicit video on Morganna’s office computer always lurked in the back of Teddy’s mind: The sight of a man begging while he disappeared inside Andrea’s pussy. It was impossible to forget. Vivianne and Nimue didn’t help. Nimue constantly made subtle jabs and here comments were almost worse than Vivianne’s blunter declarations and taunts. 

Teddy shook his head. No, Morganna would protect him. He had been good. He wasn’t like that other man who had said such terrible things and had made himself an enemy of Morganna and her friends. Teddy had learned to conform. He was adapting to his new life. Surely that counted for something. Morganna had even said as much, during more tender moments.

Teddy walked over to his briefs and pulled them back on. He turned to the door and looked up at the door knob, which was positioned well above his head. Teddy sighed and stood on the tips of his toes, straining up to reach the knob, which now required two hands to turn. He could barely do it. The spring inside the round brass fixture had been hardly noticeable when he was full-sized, but now it provided a significant amount of resistance to Teddy’s efforts to turn the knob. After several tries, Teddy managed to open the door and stumbled back as it swung open. He stepped into the hallway and his ears detected the sound of panting grunts and electronic music coming from down the corridor. 

Succumbing to curiosity, Teddy stepped toward his old bedroom and noticed the door was ajar. As he got closer, Teddy recognized the audio of a fitness influencer video playing on small speakers typical in a phone or tablet. Vivianne was doing one of her aerobic or body-weight exercises. It was surprising how much time she spent tending to her body. Teddy had come to notice Vivianne’s habits more as his life became confined to servitude and domesticity. She ate very clean, worked out every day, and made sure to take care of her skin and hair. He had never realize just how much time a person could spend on physical health and beauty. 

Vivianne’s growth spurts and athleticism had merged as she approached an ever more amazonian stature. Her feminine assets had only increased. Vivianne’s muscles were subtly hidden beneath satin smooth skin and curves. Her body fat never went so low as to reveal veins or chiseled muscles. Instead, her musculature only appeared in a prominent fashion when she was working out. Otherwise, she looked like a thick athletic model - skinny in the middle with an hourglass build. Her curves lay atop a foundation of physical power. It just served to make her incredibly sexy and it was all Teddy could do not to stare at Vivianne whenever she was doing one of her workouts or stretch routines. He couldn’t help himself, despite the loathsome way she had treated him, Teddy was in awe of Vivianne’s gorgeous towering physique and compelling confidence.

Peeking around the edge of the door frame, Teddy was able to see that Vivianne was indeed in the midst of one of her morning workouts. She was watching a video playing on her phone, which she had propped up on on Teddy’s old desk. Vivianne was bouncing up and down, doing body-weight squats while wearing nothing but matching sky blue bra and panties.

“Keep up the pace,” the fitness influencer on Vivianne’s phone instructed. “Feel the burn in your glutes and quads! And down, and up, and down, and up.”

Teddy gawked at Vivianne’s incredible ass as she lowered over and over in a squat. Her muscles were swollen and pumped full from her workout. Her sun-kissed skin was smooth and beautiful and Teddy noticed that even Vivianne’s back was impressively defined in balance to her legs. Natural platinum blonde hair spilled down her back. Vivianne clearly hadn’t bothered to put her hair up for the day yet.

Teddy felt a bulge forming in his tight briefs. He stepped back from the doorway and tried to clear his mind. He leaned against the wall, facing away from a sensual painting Morganna had hung, and closed his eyes. Teddy took slow breaths.

The last thing he needed now was to get caught masturbating outside Vivianne’s room. As a young male, his hormones often seemed nearly impossible to control. It didn’t help that whatever Morganna and her friends had done to him as part of the shrinking effect only seemed to have heightened his sex drive. His penis and lust-filled fantasies often seemed completely out of his own control mentally, as if he was gradually losing the ability to decide his own sexual desires. The very quality of his urges had grown more intense and cloying. If only the shrinking process had ‘heightened' him in the conventional sense rather than reducing him to a doll-like serving boy.

“Oh, there you are.” Vivianne’s voice came from behind and above Teddy. His eyes snapped open and he turned around. 

Vivianne stood over Teddy with a white towel over her shoulder. She was looking down at him with her hands confidently placed on her hips. Standing so close, Teddy could see that her skin was covered in a sheen of sweat. Her aroma was pleasant, a musty scent of physical effort and health. Teddy glanced down slightly at Vivianne’s knees, which were level with his chest. She was barefoot and breathing deeply from her work out. Her smooth taut yet soft belly was well above Teddy’s head. He slowly lifted his eyes past Vivianne’s tight sky-blue bikini panties to her matching bra, meeting her grey eyes for a moment. The amusement in Vivianne’s eyes was impossible to ignore, as she watched him take in her physique.

“Aren’t you going to say good morning to me?” Vivianne asked. Her head tilted to the side as she drummed her fingers over her hips in synchronized impatience.

“G…Good morning Vivianne,” Teddy stammered. 

“Good morning, Tiny-Teddy,” Vivianne replied. “Have you been washing yourself? You smell like soap.”

Teddy nodded.

“And why were you standing around in the hallway? I came out of my room and found you just standing there with your eyes closed,” Vivianne said.

“I was just trying to um…enjoy the quiet of the morning a bit,” Teddy explained. “I’m kind of worn down from the last few weeks.”

“Oh, is your life of partying with hot women a bit too much?” Vivianne asked.

Teddy blushed and wished desperately that he was bigger. It was impossible to shoot back a witty retort to a woman whose calves were almost as thick as his body. “No, I just mean, shrinking takes a lot out of me and I have chores and things too,” Teddy said.

“Oh yeah, chores.” Vivianne rolled her eyes. “But then why would you choose to have a little quiet time in the hall outside my room of all places?”

“It’s my old room.”

“So what? It was really in need of a make-over,” Vivianne acknowledged. “Not that you need a room anymore. Now it’s MINE. Just like your phone was before it broke and a lot of other stuff you don’t need anymore, not to mention the tuition funds you wasted on some lame degree you thought you needed.”

Teddy knew Vivianne was purposefully provoking him. It was working. He felt his emotions boiling up. Once her entitled claims would have made him lash out with anger, but now there was only defeat and feelings of inferiority. Morganna and her associates had taken so much from the Tadman household. At least Morganna seemed to have some level of care for Teddy, treating him with some softness when he followed her rules, like a pet. Vivianne had simply taken and taken, ever from the moment he’d met her. She had no respect for him or his things and seemed to want to claim everything for herself. 

Teddy’s small fists balled up as he stared at Vivianne’s monumental thighs. Even her newfound size rightfully belonged to him. Now she was getting a university education with money that would have led to Teddy starting a lifelong career and finding success. 

“Do you have to gloat over it?” Teddy asked. “Haven’t you taken enough?”

“No, I haven’t,” Vivianne said. Her voice took on a hard edge. “I think you were spying on me while I was doing my workout. You’re just lucky I didn’t catch you in the act. Were you touching yourself? I’ve seen the way you look at me, ever since that first day you came to the house all privileged and demanding. Well, today’s your lucky chance. You get to give me an orgasm. But it’s going to cost you.”

Teddy blinked and shook his head, trying to deny what Vivianne had guessed. “I wasn’t peeping,” he lied. “I was out here in the hallway. I just finished washing up for the day and I have chores to do, for your mom. I mean, for Mistress Morganna.”

Vivianne giggled. “Oh my god,” she cooed. “Mom has you so well trained. Why can’t you be that good for me? I keep wanting to shrink a guy down like you, but apparently ‘It’s not the right time for that yet’, whatever that means. It’s not fair. I need to get laid and I should be able to date whoever I want and do whatever I want with him. But mom is so controlling. Well, it won’t last forever. I’m gonna move out in another year or two I think.”

Vivianne moved her hands from her hips and bent down, putting her hands on her knees to peer more closely at Teddy. “You’re the only guy around here, as usual,” she mused. “How big is your dick anyway?”

Teddy backed up a step, but Vivianne bent down and grabbed his wrist. She tugged him toward her and pulled at the waistband of his shorts so she could peer inside. “Ooo, so tiny, little Teddy,” she sighed. “Well, I think I can still find a use for you.” 

Vivianne rose to her full height and tightened her grip on his wrist. She turned and walked back into her room, tugging Teddy along with her. He stumbled along, unable to resist Vivianne’s body weight as she strode with intent from the hall into the privacy of the bedroom.

“Come on, you’ll have to do for now,” Vivianne said. “I’m so fucking pent up. I was going to use the shower-head, but I think this will be better.”

Vivianne shut the door and pushed Teddy toward her bed. She walked over to her dresser and opened the top drawer, shifting around some panties and socks. Vivianne slid her hand into the back of the drawer and withdrew out a black satin sack. She opened the draw-string and pulled out a large clear dildo. “Ah, there it is!” Vivianne exclaimed.

Teddy stood near Vivianne’s bed, watching with wide eyes. The sight of the dildo brought a bevy of new concerns to the front of his thoughts.

She looked down at him as she gripped the sex toy in one hand, then burst into laughter. “Oh, are you worried I’m going to use this on you or something? You should see your face!” Vivianne exclaimed. “No, I don’t think mom would like it if I did that. Plus, this is about me, not you. I need to get off and you’re going to give me one more thing, right? You think I’ve taken a lot from you, but today I just want a good old fashioned orgasm and there’s no way you’re going to get me there with that shrinky-dink, that’s all.”

Teddy relaxed slightly. Vivianne was right. He had been terrified for a moment that she was going to use the large dildo on him. At this point, anything was possible. He’d seen a man disappear inside a woman’s vagina. He’d seen women grow larger in real-time right before his eyes. He’d been shrunk down to a paltry 2’7” in height through some mysterious scientific or ritualistic process. Logic dictated that Vivianne was more than capable of using a dildo on him, if not for Morganna’s veto.

Vivianne moved over to her bed and sat down on the edge of the mattress. She unceremoniously parted her legs, creating a space between them. “Get on your knees, loser,” she ordered, pointing to a spot on the floor between her feet. 

Teddy’s gaze followed Vivianne’s pointing finger and he noticed that she had painted her nails a shade of light blue that nearly matched her underwear. Was blue her favourite colour?

He’d spent too long thinking. Teddy felt Vivianne’s hand press down on his head. Her fingers wrapped around his small cranium and she gripped his entire head like a large grapefruit before pushing him to his knees before her. Teddy felt Vivianne’s fingernails pressing into his cheeks and the back of his head.

“I told you to fucking kneel,” Vivianne said. “Are you deaf or something? Maybe shrinking you down shrunk your brain too. Your head sure is small. I can almost hold it like one of the softballs we used when I was in high school.”

Teddy found himself on his knees between Vivianne’s legs, staring up the valley of her thighs toward her high-cut cotton sky-blue panties. The fabric of her bikini-cut panties was tightly stretched in a triangular v-shape over her sex. Teddy couldn’t help but stare in awe at Vivianne’s thick, smooth, strong inner thighs as they framed her simple yet sexy lingerie. 

“There, that’s better,” Vivianne said. She seemed to relish the way she could grip Teddy’s entire head, squeezing it once before releasing her grip. “You must be familiar with this position anyway, given the moans I’ve heard coming from mom’s room lately. Now, hold this.”

Vivianne held the clear dildo toward Teddy until he reached out and took it in his small hands. The phallic object was solid yet soft and wobbly. It was thicker than Teddy’s arm by quite a bit. It was unsettling to realize how big Vivianne’s dildo was in comparison to his own dick, let alone his arm. 

Vivianne was already caressing her mound, stroking the front of her panties. “Mmm, look at how huge my dildo is in your hands,” she laughed. “That is so funny. It’s kind of hot, to be honest.” 

Before Teddy could move, Vivianne had reached over and used her phone to snap several photos of him on his knees, holding the clear dildo. 

“Hey!” Teddy protested. “What are you—”

“Oh, shut up,” Vivianne interrupted. “It’s not like I’m going to send it to anyone who hasn’t already seen you wandering around the house half-naked serving drinks or something. Besides, you need to stop acting like you don’t love this. You enjoyed watching me workout this morning, but my workout isn’t over and now you get to help with the last and most important muscle group.”

Teddy looked up at Vivianne’s mischievous smile.

“Come on, rub me here,” she said, beckoning Teddy forward toward her panties. “Use the dildo. Let’s see if you can handle foreplay on my terms.”

Teddy moved closer between Vivianne’s legs, remembering previous times when she’d held him captive using her strong legs. It seemed foolish to wander willingly into such a powerful trap, but he dreaded disobeying Vivianne even more. 

Vivianne shifted her hips forward until she was perched right at the edge of her bed so that Teddy was close to her crotch. He held the large dildo in both hands and angled it so the tip of the head pressed against the fabric of Vivianne’s panties, right where her mound formed a distinctive shape beneath.

“Mmmm…” Vivianne moaned. “That’s it. Rub it there. Be a good little shrinky-boy and make me feel good; right there, that’s it.”

Teddy moved the dildo by gripping it near the base, pushing the head against the fabric of Vivianne’s underwear and sliding it up and down. The motion wasn’t easy, given the thickness and weight of the sex toy in his small hands.

“Come on, press a little harder,” Vivianne said. “Don’t be so awkward. Are you sure you’ve had experience at this?”

Teddy nodded, but realized Vivianne’s head was tilted back and she wasn’t even really looking at him. She was enjoying the feeling of the dildo pressing against her sex. One of her hands hand slipped into her underwear and she was touching herself while Teddy pushed the sex toy where she wanted. He felt humiliated as he was reduced to a mere assistant in Vivianne’s post-workout masturbation.

“Unngh,” Vivianne sighed. “I need more.” She lifted her hips and pulled her panties down her legs, toward Teddy. Before he could move, Vivianne raised her knees up and slipped her panties off above Teddy’s where he knelt. Once she’d pulled them off, she planted her feet back down on the floor and dropped her panties right on Teddy’s head.

For a moment, Teddy’s vision was obscured by blue cotton while Vivianne laughed in amusement. Teddy almost dropped the dildo as he shook his head, trying to get the panties to fall off. The scent of Vivianne’s sweat and sex clung to the fabric and invaded his nostrils. Instead of falling from his head, the panties fell down around his neck with Teddy’s head sticking through one of the leg-holes. 

Vivianne grinned as she took more photos of Teddy on her phone. “You’re such a little dork,” she said. “Now, come on, get it in there.”

Vivianne reached down and grabbed the dildo, her hand wrapping around Teddy’s fingers and tugging him closer to her sex. The head of the dildo sunk into Vivianne’s pussy. Teddy stared at Vivianne’s wet labia as the dildo slid inside, the size of the toy and her sex somehow made the entire act more lewd and visceral. Everything was scaled up in relation to Teddy.

“Ohhh, there that’s it,” she said. “Now push, shrimp, push!”

Teddy obeyed. He wanted to show Vivianne he could be a sexual force, that he was more than just a “shrimp”. He pushed on the dildo, doing his best to penetrate the amazonian blonde who Morganna claimed was now his step-sister.

Vivianne gasped, her mouth opening in an expression of shock and arousal. For a moment, Teddy though he’d gone too far, that he’d underestimated his manly roughness. But then Vivianne let out a moan of deep pleasure and the corners of her mouth lifted into a smile. 

“Goooood boy,” Vivianne cooed. “Deeper, get it in deeper.”

Teddy blushed, but he did what she wanted, pushing on the base of the clear dildo and growing increasingly humiliated as he watched it sunk deeper and deeper into Vivianne’s vagina. How deep was her pussy? Teddy noticed Vivianne’s swollen labia flexing against the sex toy, reacting to its penetrating presence. The triangle of blonde pubic hair that framed Vivianne’s pussy covered more area than he could ever cover using his hand. Positioned so close, Teddy could make out the curled individual hairs, his eyes shifting to the shape of Vivianne’s clitoral hood. He realized she had grown bigger to the extent that this relatively normal-sized dildo was not even really enough to fully satisfy her larger body’s needs. The base of the dildo was nearly flush with Vivianne’s pussy lips.

“Unnngh, yeah,” Vivianne said. “That’s it. Now come on, pull it out and push it back in again. We’re just getting started.” 

Teddy struggled as he pulled the big dildo back out of Vivianne’s sex. He had to put a small hand on her inner thigh for leverage as he worked it out of her vagina. Vivianne’s inner muscles kept gripping the transparent sex-toy, making Teddy’s job difficult. Her juices leaked out  around the base of the toy, running down over her ass cheeks onto the bed sheets as he pulled, only to push it back in. 

“Mmm, that’s it,” Vivianne cooed. Her juices ran down the shaft of the dildo, making Teddy’s fingers wet. Her sexual fluids were hot and slick and Teddy felt a peculiar tingling in his fingers as they were coated in goo from Vivianne’s pussy. 

“Come on. Again,” she commanded.

Teddy obeyed.

“Again.”

“Again!”

Vivianne grew increasingly demanding. “Come on, fuck me! Show me you’re a man, little twerp!”

Teddy did his best to comply, shoving the dildo with his body weight into Vivianne’s pussy. But it was never enough. He wasn’t big enough or fast enough. The pace wasn’t right. Vivianne kept ordering him to push, to go faster, to meet the rhythm of her rocking hips. She kept calling him belittling and insulting names, never treating him like a lover.

Suddenly, Vivianne reached down and grabbed Teddy’s shoulders and began to pull him between her thighs, shoving him and the dildo in, then out, in, out, in, out. Teddy held onto the thick clear shaft as Vivianne used him as an extension of her sex toy. 

“Yes! Oh yes, that’s it,” Vivianne moaned. “You’re too weak and small to do this on your own. Just hold on tight and try to be a good dildo-boy. Mmmm….fffucck!” 

Vivianne’s grip grew tighter and her manipulation of Teddy’s body became increasingly rough. He could barely hold on as he was jerked back and forth, the base of Vivianne’s dildo was creating a bruise in the centre of Teddy’s chest. He served as a kind of counter-weight as he felt the suction-cup at the base of the dildo attaching itself to his smooth chest. The dildo was now firmly suctioned to Teddy’s body, sticking outward like a third arm, a big clear plastic dick buried deep in Vivianne’s pussy.

“Fuck yeah,” Vivianne moaned. “Mmm…I’m gonna…cum.” Her head fell backward as she arched her back. Hot juices squirted out around the clear smooth dildo and splashed on Teddy, getting all over his chest and face. He had a front-row seat to the spasming clenching orgasm rippling through Vivianne’s pussy. Teddy felt deeply objectified as the sticky slick goo splashed over his small body. All his morning efforts to clean his face were undone in a flash.

Teddy felt dirty in a deeper sense, used and reduced to a thing, a tool. The goo on his skin slowly trickled and oozed down his neck and chest. Something was wrong. The pussy juices on Teddy’s sensitive skin seemed almost hot. The slick liquid tingled and was making him increasingly uncomfortable. Teddy touched the wetness on his chest and lifted his hand. The juices clung to his fingers, drawing a string of viscous fluid outward. Vivianne’s orgasmic flood seemed to be sinking and absorbing into his skin, leaving it hyper-sensitive. The sensation tingled and burned in a peculiar way.

“W…what’s happening?” Teddy said. “You got cum all over me. It feels weird.”

“Mmm…” Vivianne lifted her head to peer down between her legs at Teddy. “You helped give me an orgasm, that’s what happened.”

“No, your juices,” Teddy cried out. “They’re burning my skin.”

Vivianne sat up a little bit. Her cheeks were pink and she was visibly still dazed from her climax. “What?”

Teddy let out a frightened cry as the burning sensation increased. On either side of him, Vivianne’s thighs had started to rise higher. The suction cup of her dildo seemed to be expanding to take up more and more of his chest.

“N…no! It’s making me shrink! Your cum, it’s making me shrink.” Teddy cried. “Get it off!”

Teddy yanked weakly at the dildo in realization. He wanted it off his body. The symbolism of it was suddenly very upsetting. But the suction cup at the base of the dildo held firm. It was as if the clear dildo had become a part of him. Vivianne sat up fully, her eyes wide as she stared at him. But instead of looking concerned, her expression shifted to deep arousal. Vivianne let out a moan as she realized what was happening.

Teddy yanked Vivianne’s panties, still loose around his neck, off over his head. He felt the fabric collar Morganna had put on him, falling away from his dwindling neck. He yanked desperately at it and felt the seam snap apart. Teddy desperate attempts to remove all the humiliating accessories on his body and reclaim his personhood were causing the dildo to bounce and shift about. It was still half-buried in Vivianne’s sex. 

“Ohhhhh…” Vivianne moaned again, staring down at the shrinking male between her thighs. “I’m gonna…gonna…ffffffucckk…”

“No, don’t!” Teddy cried. He pressed his palms against his cheeks in horror as Vivianne orgasmed a second time. This time it was a torrent as the dildo was forced out of her sex. Her pussy ejaculated right into Teddy’s face. Hot thick pussy juice squirted out and splashed on Teddy’s head and chest, running down his small body in gooey slick clear-white dribbling rivulets, connecting in strings between his forearms and waist.

“Ohhhhhhh…mmmmm.…” Vivianne moaned in pleasure as her orgasm rippled up her spine. 

Teddy cried out in horror as Vivianne’s searing hot cum covered his head and much of his  body. His skin burned and tingled as his body receptively absorbed the juices, adapting in reaction to this existential biological signal. Teddy felt himself shrinking between Vivianne’s legs, getting smaller as she came down from her brain-melting orgasm. Vivianne’s powerful sexy thighs seemed to grow thicker even as her pussy lips seemed to swell larger and more intimidating. Teddy’s head dwindled in diameter and grew closer in size to a tennis ball.

Finding himself now sinking below the height of the mattress, Teddy stood up, but this only brought his eye-level back to the height of Vivianne’s ass cheeks and pussy. Her swollen labia was now bigger than his face, oozing juices. Her legs closed slightly, possessively, on either side of Teddy’s shoulders. Each of Vivianne’s upper thighs was now far thicker than Teddy’s entire body.

The dildo’s suction cup finally released. Teddy’s shrinking chest had caused it to come free and he felt it pop off and fall to the floor at his feet. It rolled across the floor like a big plastic log.

It hurt. Shrinking this way hurt. Teddy cried out in fear and pain even as Vivianne rubbed her pussy in pleasure. She stared down at him, her eyes going between the dildo and Teddy. 

“Yes, let it happen,” she gasped. “Your little head would fit now. It’d probably work better than my dildo. To be honest, that thing has gotten kind of small for me. But you’re starting to look more and more like a decent replacement.”

Teddy stood up and turned away, running toward the door. He couldn’t just let this happen. He had to get away from Vivianne. Her sex drive was too much.

Teddy felt his briefs slide down his legs as he ran across the room to the door. He looked up; the doorknob was too high. Teddy jumped, trying to reach. He couldn’t even open the door of what had once been his own room. Was he even two-feet tall?

Teddy felt vibrations in the hardwood floor as Vivianne stood up and began crossing the room toward him. His small sensitive feet could feel each step she took. Before he could turn around he felt a powerful firm pressure wrapping around his waist. Teddy looked down and saw fingers as thick as bicycle inner-tubes curling more than half-way around his slender torso. Vivianne’s blue nail-polish stood out against his pale skin. Teddy’s mind struggled to process the surreal sight even as he was grabbed and lifted up into the air. 

Teddy kicked frantically as Vivianne picked him up off the floor. She held him with one hand. Her grip pressed firmly around more than half of his waist as he struggled. Vivianne’s expression was half-angry, half-ecstatic. She shuddered in another orgasm, nearly toppling over into her bed. 

“You…you little coward,” she panted. “You think you can run away? You can’t even reach the door handle, and now…now you’re soooo small. You’re like a toy or something now.”

Teddy’s voice sounded diminutive as he cried out. “Let me go! You got your orgasm. I did what you wanted.”

Vivianne flexed her fingers, adjusting her grip on Teddy’s torso and lifting him higher toward her pretty face. Her pale eyes roamed over his body. “I want more,” Vivianne said.

“More what?”

“Everything,” Vivianne said. Her gaze settled on his tiny member. “Don’t you remember what I told you weeks ago, in the dining room? You’re eventually going to make a good dildo. Consider today a practice round. Training for the big day. You held that dildo and pushed on it. You were like a part of it. You just need to take the next step. You’re already adjusting, getting closer to the right size, to the right…fit.”

“Oh no…no, put me down,” Teddy begged. This couldn’t be happening. The idea of becoming a dildo, especially for Vivianne, was terrifying and humiliating. To have his purpose reduced to such a lewd and instrumental role, for her, of all people.

“You know you want it. Just look how your body responded to my juices,” Vivianne said. “You’re not just a doll now; you’re becoming a kind of sex toy for women, for me. Before, your little pervy orgasms triggered it, but now my orgasms are more important. Your fate is determined by a woman’s libido, by my needs.”

Teddy was kicking the air with his small feet, his toes bounced harmlessly against Vivianne’s sky-blue bra. 

“That’s it, struggle, keep up those little muscles,” Vivianne nodded. “That will be useful inside my pussy.”

Vivianne stepped into her panties and pulled them up with her free hand. She gripped Teddy as he flailed about. She left the room and began descending to the main floor of the house. It remained quiet and Teddy began to tire from his struggle, eventually going limp in Vivianne’s hand like a doll until she reached the dining room.

He knew what was coming next. Vivianne wanted to measure him. She squatted and placed Teddy on the floor next to the over-sized yellow measuring chart. Vivianne used her hand to press Teddy’s back against the chart and lined him up against the dark black marks indicating inches and feet. Teddy looked straight ahead at her cleavage as she squatted before him, her knees on either side of his body.

“You’re like a quarter-inch under two-feet,” Vivianne said. Her eyes were moving over Teddy’s naked body. “Come on, stand up straight.”

“I am,” Teddy said. His voice carried a sullen tone.

Vivianne began to write something on the chart with the black sharpie Morganna kept nearby.

“Look Teddy,” Vivianne said as she wrote. “The eight-inch mark almost level with your waist, like maybe your upper thigh?”

Teddy looked down and saw where Vivianne had scrawled “DILDOBOY” weeks ago was indeed now level with his upper thigh. The one-foot mark was level with navel or slightly higher. The large black font of the number “1” was much bigger than his hand now. 

Teddy twisted his head, trying to see what Vivianne had written. It was hard to make out from such a close angle. Vivianne read it for him. “It says, ‘Teddy peeked at Vivi’.”

“But…you can’t,” Teddy protested. “Mistress Morgana will be so angry with me. I didn’t mean to peek.”

Vivianne smirked as Teddy inadvertently admitted to looking at her during her workout. “Oh yeah, but you loved watching me do my morning squats right? It’s okay, so do the guys at the gym,” she said. “They just don’t hide it and try to deny it. Don’t worry, I’ll talk to mom. She’s going to be more upset I shrunk you so soon I think. She wanted to keep you at 31” for a while. She said you were a really good size for waiting on her friends in house parties and for…other stuff.”

Teddy shook his head in worry. His latest bout of shrinking had put him into a new scale of existence. What would his Mistress think? He dreaded angering or disappointing Morganna. Worse, he resented how casual Vivianne was when talking about his new status. She was aroused and pleased by his shrinking and seemed to take it in stride, like she’d been waiting for it. Her only anger had come at his attempt to stop pleasuring her, when he’d tried to act on his on impulses rather than just keep stimulating her pussy. Worse, she was eagerly awaiting his further loss of size in order to fulfill her own perverse hedonistic fantasies.

“I need to go take a shower and get into decent clothes before everyone wakes up,” Vivianne suddenly stood and began walking out of the room, leaving Teddy naked in the dining room. 

“But I don’t have any clothes on,” Teddy said, looking up at the towering figure of Vivianne. He could barely make out her eyes as she turned to look over her shoulder and down at him. Her full and fit butt loomed above Teddy head, straining inside Vivianne’s form-fitting underwear.

“So? Now that I know I can shrink you, I doubt you’re going to need clothes for long, not where you’re headed. Ask mom for a new set of underwear if you’re so worried about it,” Vivianne giggled. “She seems to like how you look in little hotpants, if you want to call that being clothed.”

Teddy watched as Vivianne left the room. He’d been trying to run from her, but now that she’d left him alone, he felt vulnerable and worried. How was he going to explain this to Morganna? How was he supposed to go on this way? He was just over 23” in height. He needed help to do just about anything. Even cleaning himself, like he’d done in the morning by climbing up on the bathroom counter, would now be far more difficult. 

In the next room, a feminine sigh was followed by a soft groan. Teddy remembered that Karla and some of Andrea’s grad students had crashed on the sofas in the living room following a long night of drinks, movies, and discussion. 

“I never should have opened that second bottle of red,” Karla murmured. 

Teddy retreated further into the dining room, toward the kitchen. He began looking for a place to hide. The last thing he needed right now was to be discovered by a hung-over Karla. He needed time to process his own situation. He still hadn’t really come to grips with what had happened to him this morning. The cloying scent of Vivianne on his body was a constant mockery of his plans for the future and any sense of his own destiny. 

Teddy heard movement in the downstairs living room. He opened a lower cupboard door to his left and crawled inside, wedging himself between a large soup pot and some ceramic casserole dishes. Teddy stayed very still, listening carefully, prepared to bolt to another hiding spot if needed. 

“I need a glass of water.”

Teddy felt Karla’s steps before he heard them. She was coming toward the kitchen.