A Step Too Far - Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Despite his efforts, Teddy was unable to forget his encounter with Vivianne in the dining room. The graffiti she’d written in permanent marker on the dining room height-chart remained in place. Teddy had told Morganna about it and she’d acted with some sympathy, but hadn’t done anything to actually erase the giant all-caps letters that spelled out “DILDOBOY?” at the eight-inch mark.

Teddy considered simply scrubbing the writing off himself, but a fear of punishment kept him from taking action. He certainly didn’t want to risk another spanking.

Still, curiosity and worry ate away at him. Teddy couldn’t ignore Vivianne’s threat and he wanted to know just how far his shrinking might go. He hadn’t shrunk at all in weeks. Teddy had become obsessive about his size and kept close watch on how tall he was, often double-checking his height several times a day. 

At the same time, he had settled into a routine of domestic work, little daily moments of humiliation, and frequent cunnilingus. This had become Teddy’s lifestyle. Before he realized it, the summer was waning and the first day of the fall semester slipped by. Teddy had mostly lost track of the days, but when he realized that the university fall semester was back in session, it hit him emotionally. He thought about all his friends and peers going back to class, moving into new dorm halls and apartments, heading to the coffee shops, or flirting and drinking on weekends. Teddy wasn’t going to be doing any of that. His enrolment had been suspended and he had no way to get to college, let alone pay tuition. Worse, now he was a 3’2” freak who would never be seen like a normal man again. 

The thought put Teddy in a funk for days. It didn’t help when he learned that Vivianne was enrolled in marketing classes at the local college. Even worse, Nimue was taking law and had started studying for the LSAT. Both sisters were gone during the weekdays and returned on weekends to do laundry and relax. They’d enrolled at a local institution - one that Teddy had never had a high enough GPA to get into. Morganna’s daughters were living his dream. In fact, they were using money that would have otherwise been used to pay his tuition. Morganna’s daughters were moving forward with their lives, having absorbed Teddy’s own size into their bodies and using money once set aside for his education. If nothing changed soon, Vivianne would begin making money using her marketing skills. Worse, Nimue could become a lawyer like Karla. 

At the same time, Morganna had continued to consolidate her ownership over Reed Tadman’s former estate. She had redecorated more of the house, gotten some of the yard landscaped to her own specifications, and was often gone all day for “business meetings” with Andrea in town. 

Teddy’s obedience had been rewarded with some modest increases in his freedoms. He was left alone more often. Morganna had stopped locking him in his room every time she went out. It was more common now for her to leave him a list of chores. The to-do lists served as a different kind of confinement. If Teddy didn’t do the list or was sloppy in his duties, Morganna would lecture him sternly in the evenings, even going so far as to spank him on several occasions. The spankings were humiliating and carried the added threat of potential shrinking, making them serious disciplinary moments in Teddy’s life.

As the months wore on, Teddy had become slender and domesticated. He was no match for an assertive woman of the world who wanted her floors cleaned properly and her laundry done right. Teddy struggled to keep up with Morganna’s demands during the autumn when he fell into a funk over his lost future. It was mid-September and he had received at least two spankings over his sulking attitude and failure to do the dishes. 

On an overcast yet warm September mid-morning, Teddy sighed and held the latest list of chores Morganna had left for him to do. The house was empty. Morganna was in town on business. Her daughters were away at university. Teddy realized he didn’t even know what day it was. Was it Wednesday? He paused and counted backwards, using his hand to count individual sleeps since he’d last had to hide behind Morganna’s skirts from a mocking Vivianne, who had come home for the weekend.

No, it was Thursday. But did it even matter?

Teddy looked at the first item on the list: “Dust Mistress Morganna’s Office.”

The instruction had been written in turquoise blue ink. Morganna’s circular cursive hid the serious expectations behind her instruction.

Teddy climbed the stairs with some effort and went down the hallway to what had once been his father’s office. It seemed like an eternity ago when that had been the case. It was actually becoming difficult to remember what the house had been like before Morganna and her daughters had moved in. 

Teddy pressed at the door, and stepped in slowly. Morganna’s office was typically a forbidden room. He was required to ask permission to enter and was usually told to stay out when she was busy at her desk.

Teddy carried a dust brush and several cleaning rags into the room, where he began to clear dust from various shelves and books. He took care to make sure he dusted even in areas most people wouldn’t look. Teddy knew Morganna would inspect his work and criticize him for missing spots if he wasn’t careful. 

Teddy was wiping down the large computer monitor on Morganna’s desk when it flickered to life. He realized he must have bumped the mouse or something. It had been months since Teddy had been on a computer or the internet. Those things were privileges he’d lost even before becoming a diminutive houseboy.

As the monitor glowed into life, Teddy noticed that the screen lock password had already been filled in. The text-field had at least eight dots in it, indicating that someone had typed in part of a password and then walked away. Or had they entered the entire password?

Teddy hesitated. He had been taught that computers and the internet were strictly out of bounds. He’d given up hope that he’d get access to a smartphone or laptop any time soon. 

Teddy couldn’t help himself. He reached out and pressed down on the ‘enter’ key. The lock screen disappeared and Teddy found himself looking at an open web-browser with multiple tabs open along the top. A word processor and spreadsheet app were also open, as indicated along the bottom of the screen.

A thrill went through Teddy’s brain as he gazed at an internet browser for the first time in months. Did he dare surf the web or check his email? Morganna and her daughters had acquired his passwords long ago. Teddy knew he probably had no more accounts left; if they still existed, the passwords were likely changed. He wasn’t naive enough to think he could log back into his internet accounts. Still, he was curious whether any still existed. Teddy also considered that he could use this time to create a new account - one secret that no one would know about.

A million possible things raced through Teddy’s mind. He needed to contact someone to let them know where he was and what had happened to him! His hands had started to shake at the possibilities.

Teddy took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He had to be smart and careful. If he began surfing over the internet, Morganna would know. She would find out and he would be in deep trouble. So he would need to open a new incognito browser window in order to keep his activities secret.

Teddy looked at the open tabs at the top of the screen, which showed various news websites, shopping sites, and several odd-labeled links with high security labels. The tabs had titles: “Chemical analysis 24011”, “Subject Beta-12 Mass Loss Insufficient”, “Successful Trial of Muscle Enhancement Therapy”, “Vaginal Insertion Trial Pr…”, and “Financial Records for Second Quarter”.

Teddy’s eyes flicked back over the tabs. He ignored the news websites and clicked on the first tab with a security logo. A confusing document showing chemical equations and anatomical descriptions popped up. Teddy scrolled down past dense paragraphs and dry charts. He carefully moved the mouse so that the screen showed exactly the same spot it had when he first opened it.

Next, Teddy opened the second tab. A computer rendering of a male figure appeared, with numerous labels and numerical measurements. Teddy leaned forward and scrolled down, noticing the words “insufficient” and “failure” amid sentences that were too technical for him to understand. He certainly understood the idea of “mass loss” though. Was he Subject Beta-12? Or were there other men? Vivianne had indicated that Andrea’s team was doing more than just helping to shrink Teddy. How involved was Morganna in the project? Or was Morganna the main architect of it all? These webpages only revealed more mysteries to unravel.

Teddy clicked on the next tab after making sure to hide any evidence of his snooping. This image was easier to understand. A photo of Vivianne standing beside a squat bar in tight pink leggings accompanied paragraphs of text about her “gains”. Teddy’s eyes focused on one phrase on the second paragraph of the report: “Subject reports robust feelings of health and enhanced agility and strength”. 

‘Great. Tell me something I don’t know,’ thought Teddy.

He sighed and scrolled back up the document. He didn’t want to look at it. The last thing he wanted to think about today was just how much Vivianne had “gained” from his loss. Her smile in the photo almost seemed to be mocking him.

Teddy clicked on the next tab and a video link popped up. A bold warning label read: “Top Secret: Do not store this file on any unauthorized device.”

The first frame of the video was frozen and showed a naked man in front of some sort of white and pink striped backdrop. Teddy hesitated and then clicked “play”, before maximizing the video to full-screen.

Sound burst through Morganna’s computer speakers, startling Teddy. The volume was not turned up too loud, but the sudden sound of a man’s voice was a surprise amid the mid-afternoon quiet.

“Please…please, I’m sorry I called you a bitch.” The man said. “I take it back. Just…just make me big again.”

The camera adjusted and the pink and white striped fabric behind the man shifted. Two walls closed on either side of the camera angle. No, they weren’t walls. Teddy’s eyes widened as he realized what he was looking at. 

They were thighs.

The man turned around to face the striped fabric. He was facing a woman’s crotch. Teddy realized the man in the frame couldn’t be more than a few inches tall.

“Mmm…” A familiar woman’s voice came through the computer speakers. 

“You did a lot more than call me a bitch,” the woman said. “You tried to bribe the fucking judge. My friend has been through enough. It seems right for you to help us, to help me.”

“I was just doing my job,” the man said. “It’s part of the game!”

As he spoke, a clear gelatinous stream of goo fell on him from above, out of the camera view. The semi-liquid hit the small man on the head and ran over his back and chest. 

The woman laughed.

A giant hand appeared in the frame and began to spread the clear gel over the man, coating him as he struggled between the woman’s manicured fingers. 

“Still trying to argue your case?” the woman laughed. “I have a new job for you to do.”

The lubricated man was squirming in the woman’s fingers while her other hand pulled back the pink and white striped panties covering her sex. Dense black pubic hair trimmed in the shape of a triangle appeared, framing swollen pussy lips.

“Oh n…no,” the man said. His voice had changed from being argumentative to desperate and fearful.

“Oh yes,” the woman said, her voice lowering ominously. Teddy felt a sense of familiarity and his fascinated fear began to deepen into growing horror. He knew this woman. Her voice was unmistakable. Teddy had heard that tone of aroused triumph before. 

It was Andrea. 

Teddy wanted to stop the video and run out of the office, but he couldn’t look away. It was like some sort of horror movie mixed with fetish porn and he couldn’t tear his eyes from the 4K computer screen before him.

“Fuck you, you crazy bitch!” the tiny man screamed as Andrea cupped the his entire diminutive body and pushed him toward her swollen labia. “You can’t do this to me!”

“Fuck me? You want it too, I knew it,” Andrea moaned. 

The man was pushed into the pulsing vulva before him, his entire frame mashing into the moist pubic mound as he struggled and squirmed.

“Mmmm….” Andrea’s voice vibrated through the cheap desktop computer speakers on Morganna’s desk. “Come on, aren’t you going to fuck me? I heard you fuck most of your articling students in exchange for recommendations. Step it up, show me what you’ve got.”

The man was continuing to struggle, wet strings of lube and pussy-juice now connected him to Andrea’s dark pubic hairs. Her legs trembled on either side of the camera frame as she reacted to the stimulation.

“Ple…please, help…” The man cried out, increasingly desperate. “Don’t. I’m going…going in.”

It was true. Teddy shook his head, pressing against his cheeks with balled up hands. He watched in horror as the man’s lower body sunk into Andrea’s pulsing pussy. Her middle finger slid down his back and tucked the man’s legs inside her. Her vulva pulsed in sympathetic squeezes to the man’s partial insertion.

“I am helping,” Andrea said. “You said you wanted to fuck me. You won’t be able to do any more stupid petty crime where you’re going.”

“Oh no…this can’t be real,” Teddy croaked as he watched.

“Someoooone!” The tiny man cried out. His voice wailed in pitiful terror. His hand was reaching toward the camera as his other tried to grasp several of Andrea’s black curly pubes.

Andrea’s sex flexed and the man sunk deeper. Teddy watched in horror as the man seemed to be getting swallowed, eaten alive, by a woman’s vagina, by Andrea’s pussy.

“Help meeee!!!” The man repeated, squeaking as he went deeper. Andrea placed her index and middle fingers on the man’s tiny shoulders and pushed, sliding him in further. Her nails were glossy and coated in a pearlescent paint. The folds of her labia on either side of the man parted to allow his torso in. All that was visible of the tiny man were his flailing arms and his head, protruding from a swollen pink slit. Droplets of juices ran over the man’s small face, forcing him to cough and sputter and shake his head to ensure he was clear of them.

“What did you say to me at the courthouse? Fuck me?” Andrea said. Her voice had become suddenly hard. “No. FUCK YOU.”

Teddy saw Andrea’s hips buck slightly as she squeezed and flexed her pussy. The man screamed in a mix of pain and fear. As Andrea’s pussy relaxed, the man sunk down between her labia deeper. Then, just like that, he was gone. His screams for help went silent.

Teddy saw the man’s tiny hands disappear as Andrea’s labia eased shut.

The camera kept recording and Teddy heard the sound of panting and moaning. Andrea’s inner thighs quivered and her hips bucked as she swore. It was clear she was experiencing a deep level of pleasure. But all that Teddy could think about was the tiny man. He was gone. He was inside of Andrea completely. She had pushed him right into her vagina, just like Vivianne had threatened to do to Teddy. Was she going to let him back out?

The video suddenly stopped and the progress-bar snapped back to the start of the recording.

“No, no that can’t be the end,” Teddy said. He stared at the screen in horror. “That can’t be possible.” 

“Oh, it is.”

Teddy whirled around to find Nimue standing in the doorway to the office, just out of his peripheral view. Her head was tilted and she had a fascinated and excited expression on her voice.

“N…Nimue!” Teddy said. “I was just…I just…”

“You were being a very bad houseboy,” Nimue said. “Hacking into my mom’s computer and getting off on her work files.”

Teddy was shaking his head. “No…no that was horrible!” he exclaimed. “That man…he…he…”

“He what?”

“He went inside Andrea,” Teddy said, trying to articulate what he’d just witnessed. “She pushed him right into her.”

“He said he wanted to fuck her,” Nimue replied, her voice calm. “I think he went where he belonged.”

Teddy glanced back at the screen. There was no way he was going to be able to cover up his tracks now.

“You…you don’t think that was disturbing or shocking?” Teddy asked.

Nimue shook her head. “No,” she said. “I actually think it was one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen. Men are inferior to women and that man was a loser of another level. It was almost…symbolic, don’t you think?”

Teddy struggled for words. “Please, don’t tell Mistress Morganna what I did,” he begged. “I wasn’t getting off on it. Her computer was open when I was here and I was just…curious.”

“Right…” Nimue said. “And that’s why you have a prominent bulge in your little shorts there?” She pointed down at Teddy’s groin.

Teddy looked down at his crotch and was humiliated to see that he was indeed hard. How could he be hard from witnessing what he’d seen? He had to get control of his burgeoning submissive urges, his fixation on pussy, his inability to control his desires. “It’s not like that,” he said.

“Mmmhmm,” Nimue said, crossing her arms.

Teddy heard the front door thud closed downstairs. 

“I’m home!” Morganna’s voice came from the ground floor. “Teddy? Why aren’t you here waiting to take my shoes off and massage my feet?”

“He’s up here mom!” Vivianne called. “I caught him going through your computer!”

“What?!” Morganna exclaimed. 

Teddy felt a rising panic in his chest. He was in so much trouble. He looked at Nimue with a desperate expression but she just smiled back at him smugly.

The sound of high heels aggressively impacting hardwood flooring grew closer and closer until Morganna burst into the room with an angry expression.

“What’s this I hear about you snooping around on my computer?” Morganna asked. “You know you’re not allowed on screens, least of all a device owned by me.”

“It…it just turned on!” Teddy tried to explain. “The screen came on while I was dusting and I got curious. I haven’t been online in so long.”

“He did more than just look at some memes or something,” Nimue interrupted. “He was in your work files.”

“HE WHAT?!” Morganna boomed. She strode toward Teddy and he was pushed aside by her thigh as she looked at her screen. 

“I…I didn’t…I mean…I just…”

Morganna’s expression shifted as she saw the tab open on her computer. A calm came over her face and she glanced down at Teddy. “Did you watch this video, pussyboy?” she said.

“He did,” Nimue said. “He was having a little melt-down over it when I came in, but he kept watching and watching. I wasn’t sure if he was going to cum or cry.”

“You weren’t supposed to see that, Teddy,” Morganna said. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to make you much smaller now.”

“Oh no…no, don’t do that Mistress,” Teddy said. He fell to his knees, clasping his hands together in a position of abject begging. “Please don’t make me smaller, Mistress."


“You’ve left me little choice,” Morganna said. “You disobeyed me in a very serious manner. Worse, you’ve seen things that are supposed to be very secret. You broke my trust. AGAIN. I have to make you smaller and frankly, it’s what you deserve.”

“Can we use some of my milk?” Nimue asked. “I brought some back from the dorms. I was aching too much and had to deal with it. Sometimes I think I might have gotten ahead of myself with this whole research project.”

“We can do that, Nimue,” Morganna said. “I tried to warn you, but you wanted to do it, remember?”

Nimue had already run out of the room. Teddy watched as she left, her pert bottom bouncing in her stylish skirt. Morganna’s hand rested on his shoulder.

“How…how will I keep up with my house-chores?” Teddy said, trying to talk his way out of what was coming.

“We’ll figure that out later,” Morganna said. The anger in her voice was palpable. “You are too big for your britches. Too sneaky and nosy.”

“But…but the man in the video…he…he was…”

“We’ll talk about that later,” Morganna interrupted. “You will take your medicine unless you want to end up just like him, do you understand me?”

Teddy froze, the threat hanging in the air. Did Morganna mean she would make him as small as the man in the video or that she would treat him just like Andrea had to the tiny man?

Before he could finish his thought, Nimue had returned, holding a glass full of white milk. She held it out toward Teddy.

“Drink it,” Morganna commanded. 

Teddy took the class in both of his small hands. Morganna stood close behind him so that her thighs framed his small figure.

“I even warmed it for him,” Nimue said, smiling with a glint in her eyes.

“Drink up, Teddy,” Morganna repeated. “Do it or I’ll spank you hard and then let Vivianne punish you instead.”

That was all he needed to hear. Teddy immediately began to drink down the full glass of breastmilk. He swallowed down the warm creamy liquid until the glass was empty. As soon as he finished, Morganna took the glass out of his hands and set it on her desk. 

“We might as well get everything out in the open,” Morganna said. “Nimue, go get his magazines, the ones you found when we first moved in.”

Nimue slipped out of the room and Teddy tried to turn around to face Morganna. But her hands on his shoulder kept him in place, his back pressed against her legs. “Those…those aren’t mine,” Teddy said. “I just found them and was keeping them until—”

“Don’t insult my intelligence,” Morganna cut Teddy off. “Your little porn stash is clearly something you collected intentionally, to masturbate over. It was your way of having women do what you want while you gratified yourself. I was going to toss it in the trash when we first found it, but then I thought it might be useful as evidence or perhaps blackmail material. But now that you’ve seen certain things…it doesn’t really matter anymore. We might as well look through your pornography together, to see what you’re into, before you get smaller. Then it’ll all be in the open, right Teddy?”

Morganna squeezed Teddy’s small shoulders and he whimpered softly in discomfort.

Nimue came into the office and dropped a stack of glossy magazines and little illustrated booklets onto the desk. “Here it is,” she said. “I’m amazed the pages aren’t sticky.”

“Oh come on, have a little faith in the boy,” Morganna said, sarcasm dripping from her voice. “He has to preserve the ladies in his life. His dream dates.”

Morganna pushed the stack so it fanned out across the desk. Images of women in lingerie and nude appeared. Teddy had to tip-toe in order to see over the edge of the desk. He hadn’t looked at his magazines in well over a year, since before he’d gone off to college.

“Hmm…look at all these ladies,” Morganna said. “So voluptuous and tall. Do you like tall thick women Teddy?”

Teddy felt blush creeping into his cheeks.

“Well?” Morganna said. “Answer my question.”

“Y…yes,” Teddy said. 

“Well then you must enjoy living in my household with me and my daughters then,” Morganna said. “We’re very voluptuous and statuesque. Ohhh, and look at the breasts on that lady. We’re blessed that way too.”

Teddy’s eyes followed Morganna’s pointing finger to an image of a big-breasted blonde woman on a pool inflatable, laughing in the sun.

Morganna pushed more magazines aside and paused. “What’s this?” she said, pulling a slim booklet out from the stack.

Teddy felt deep humiliation welling up in his chest.

“Th…that one is not supposed to be in there,” he said. 

“Shush,” Morganna said. “Oh my, look at this. ‘Powerful dominatrixes and their eager slaves’. Teddy are you into BDSM?”

“N…no, well not really,” Teddy stammered. “I mean sometimes I have moods or…I was just curious.”

“That’s what he said about looking at in your computer,” Nimue said. “He was ‘just curious.’”

“Well, well,” Morganna sighed. “I’m so angry with you, Teddy. You really could have lived as a houseboy for much longer. Maybe you could have proven worthy of being a bit bigger or enrolling in some online community college classes. But then you went and misbehaved. Now I see that you have fantasies about women who are way, way out of your league - even women who boss men around and treat them as inferiors. You have to shrink more. I even think you might learn to appreciate this adjustment.”

“I…I…”

“Ooo…look, Teddy,” Morganna shifted Teddy’s shoulders until he was looking at Nimue. “Nimue is getting bigger.”

Nimue was panting, staring down at the pornography arrayed on the desk and Teddy’s small blushing face at the edge. “He’s perfect for this,” she hissed, clutching the yoni amulet around her neck. Her skirt had started to rip at the seams along her hips.

Teddy’s eyes widened as he watched Nimue getting bigger. She was a strawberry blonde with light freckles and sea-blue eyes. She had seemed the more docile and bookishly pretty of Morganna’s two daughters. But now she was looming, bursting out of her top and skirt, her hair falling out of its clasps to cascade around her face. Nimue was growing big enough to rival her sister and mother in height, if not in thickness. She looked like an amazonian librarian out of some wild fantasy. Nimue’s eyes were stormy with passion as her chest heaved. 

“You should have seen how he leered at that video. He’s nothing but a brat boy who needs to keep learning his place,” Nimue said, before spinning on her foot and heading out of the room. “I’ll leave you two alone…there’s someone I need to deal with at university.”

Teddy listened as Nimue’s footsteps faded down the hall.

“Well, that was quite the sight,” Morganna chirped. She reached out and picked out a magazine. Teddy stood still as she flipped through it in the quiet room.

“Hmm…” Morganna mused. “Look at this one.”

Teddy blinked as Morganna lowered the magazine in front of his face. The image showed a painting of a woman straddling a man’s face, sitting on his face so that only the crown of his head was visible between her thighs. The scale of the two figures was off, just enough that it was clear the artist had enlarged the female while making the male figure smaller. 

“Most of these magazines are just standard porn and glamour pics,” Morganna said. “Women with fake breasts and too much make-up, overly-lit photo-shoots, boring beach shots, or women in black leather standing over kneeling men. The usual. But this fetish art is interesting. I like unique art. Look at how he fits so nicely.”

“He…he does,” Teddy said. “I think that one was from an online catalogue.”

“I don’t care where you got your porn,” Morganna said. “I’m going to toss it all. But this booklet is worth keeping. It shows you were already making yourself ready to become my step-son long before we ever met. It’s deep inside you, the right attitude and size. I am just…letting it out. I should have seen this earlier. You disobeyed, but you really should have been shrunk more weeks ago, like Karla suggested to me the other day.”

“I promise, I won’t go on your computer again,” Teddy said.

“It’s too late for that,” Morganna sighed. “You took your medicine. Now look at your porn. Look at this image you secreted away to stroke your penis to in bed.”

Morganna shoved the drawing closer to Teddy’s face. “Look at it,” she repeated. “That man is focused on one thing. Making his Mistress happy. He’s smaller than her, just like you.”

Teddy stared at the erotic art filling his field of view. Morganna’s legs pressed into his back as she controlled his neck. His cock was swelling and getting more and more erect. Nimue’s milk was clearly affecting his already rattled mental and emotional state. 

Teddy was staring at the drawing when he heard a button click. Sound began to fill the room.

“I was just doing my job! It’s part of the game!” Morganna had restarted the video.

Andrea’s laughter filled the room, coming from the computer speakers.

Teddy stared at the erotic art before him. The woman’s expression of ecstasy as she was orally pleasured by a small man under her sex and ass. Morganna moaned above him.

“You have your porn,” Morganna said. “This will work for mine.”

“P…please, don’t play that video,” Teddy begged. His cock was rock-hard, sticking up out of the top of his shorts. The purple head was swollen and pulsing.

“Why not?” Morganna said. “You already watched it. You wanted to see it all. Ooo…look at him fight. Such a fucking pathetic corrupt lawyer, your father’s lawyer.”

Teddy heard the frantic sounds of the man in the video begging, the wet sounds of Andrea’s pussy as the man struggled in it. 

“Look at your porn Teddy,” Morganna said. “Focus on that image of the man eating his Mistress out. Get smaller now, become more suited to eating pussy. You’re not leaving my house. You’ve seen more than you should. Cum to this kinky femdom art you collected.”

Teddy knew Morganna was aroused now. She might still be angry with him, but she was also aroused. He had grown familiar with her scent and it was heavy in the air, seeping down to his head from her sex above. He tried to lift his eyes, to see if she was touching herself, if she had had a hand in her pants. But Morganna pushed his neck until he was looking back at the erotic art she held to his face.

“No, FUCK YOU!” The voice of Andrea boomed from the speakers.

Teddy came hard, his orgasm shaking his small body. Semen erupted from his hard cock and shot up over his belly, dribbling down the front of his shorts. He came in a moment of shame as the sounds of a man getting swallowed by a woman’s pussy mixed with the visual of the erotic femdom drawing filling his vision.

“There you go!” Morganna said. “Ooop…he’s going right inside her. That is so…oh yeah…mmmmmmm….”

Teddy wavered on his feet as he felt the alien tingly cold feeling that always accompanied a shrinking spell begin to spread up through his core from his groin. The sounds of Morganna commenting on the video coincided with the sensation of his back sliding down lower against her legs. Teddy could feel Morganna’s hand on his neck shifting as he shrank. The office desk rose higher before Teddy and he could no longer see over it to his erotic art and porn collection, even on his toes. Teddy felt Morganna’s hand slip from his head as he shrank down. He turned around to face her.

Teddy saw Morganna’s knees rising visible closer and closer to his eye-level. Her navy blue high heels dwarfed his tiny socked feet. Each shoe was nearly the size of his entire upper torso. Her calves were hidden by loose-fitting slack material, but they seemed as thick as his body almost. Teddy tilted his head back and saw that Morganna did not have a hand in her pants, but was rocking her hips in visible arousal. She lightly caressed the front of her crotch with the fingers of one hand.

Teddy felt tired. It was barely a few hours into the afternoon, but he struggled to keep his eyes open. Shrinking always took so much out of him.

Morganna leaned over slightly and peered down at Teddy over her sizeable chest. “Are you even up to my knees?” she asked. “You’re so small now. It’s your own fault too, just like when you ran away. I think it’s time to measure you again. Let’s go down to the dining room.”

  Teddy took two sleepy steps toward the door. His shorts fell down his legs and his shirt slung to one side of his shoulders awkwardly. 

Morganna sighed, looking down at Teddy with an annoyed expression. “I spent so much buying those clothes,” she said. “Ugh, forget it.”

Morganna bent down and grabbed the neck of Teddy’s shirt. She pulled and ripped it in half in a casual motion, until his shirt fell off his body. Then she stepped down on his shorts with the toe of her shoe, pinning them to the floor around his ankles. “Come on, step out of them,” Morganna instructed. 

Teddy stepped out of his shorts and his underwear fell off. 

“And the socks,” Morganna said. “Hurry up.”

Teddy was able to slip of his loose socks just by dragging his feet over the floor. He was completely naked in Morganna’s office as she stood over him with hands on her hips.

“You look like a doll!” Morganna said. “Your skin has really cleared up nice on the diet I put you on.”

Then without asking, she bent down and put her hands under Teddy’s arms, lifting him up to scrutinize his naked body more closely. Teddy kicked the air in surprise and felt a brief sense of vertigo as he rose into the air.

Morganna exhaled with force, colour in her cheeks. “Wow, you weigh practically nothing. I feel so…powerful,” she said.

Teddy’s feet dangled and kicked the air a bit as Morganna squeezed his chest in her hands. “You’re such a little thing,” she added.

“I—”

“Shh…quiet,” Morganna interrupted. “Mommy’s talking.”

“You’re small enough now that I need to make some new rules for you,” Morganna said. “You’re no longer allowed outside the walls of the house without my permission. I’m also going to set up some child-proof gates and barriers around the house that I will open and close when needed. You are not to go over them or open them without my permission, do you understand? I am your Mistress and you still need to learn that I know best. Lastly, you no longer get your own bedroom. You will sleep in my room from now on. “

The rules hit Teddy one at a time, each representing a further loss of his independence and manhood. He was already restricted in terms of where he could go, but the loss of his own bedroom was the most difficult to accept. It was his own place in the house, even though it had been violated by Vivianne and Morganna more than once. It was his room, his private place. Now, Morganna was taking that away from him.

“W…what about all my stuff?” Teddy asked. His voice sounded smaller, cuter, yet still like himself - just less resonant.

Morganna’s annoyed expression returned. “Stuff? Oh you mean your toys and little outfits? We can put them in storage I guess.”

She had started walking, carrying Teddy as she went down the staircase toward the dining room. She kept talking. “Don’t worry your little head about it,” Morganna said. “You should have thought about people’s stuff more before you decided to take liberties with mine.”

Teddy grunted a little as Morganna plunked him down on the floor before her. She cupped his small head and guided him up against the yellow measuring chart, manipulating his body into position.

“Stand up straight, doll-boy,” she said,

“I am!” Teddy protested.

“Hmm…really? Oh wow,” Morganna said. She took a marker that was resting on a ledge nearby and bent down, holding Teddy’s head against the large-scale ruler. Morganna drew a mark and Teddy heard her writing something. He glanced down and saw Vivianne’s graffiti was now level with his mid-thigh.

“Two-foot-seven, give or take,” Morganna declared. “Or maybe it’s just easier to say thirty-one inches.”

Teddy’s eyes went wide and his mouth opened in shock. “I’m not even three-foot?”

“Three feet? Oh definitely not, my little doll-boy! Now, let’s see. A bowling pin is 15-inches I think, so you’re like two bowling pins stacked on top of each other,” Morganna said. “Well, with a little height to spare.”

She burst into laughter at the idea. “When I put it that way, it just seems so amazing!”

Teddy moved away from the measuring chart and looked back at it. At the 2’7” mark, Morganna had written, “Teddybear snooped.”

Morganna’s laughter faded and she sighed. “Well, what’s done is done. I hope you learned your lesson Teddy,” she said. “Now, let’s go clear out your room. I want you moved out of there before bedtime.”

As Teddy walked past Morganna, he felt her watching him. “I think your head isn’t much bigger than a grapefruit,” she commented. “It might even be smaller, like a tennis ball.”

As Morganna fell in behind Teddy, he noticed that he could feel her footsteps in the floorboards. Whenever he looked back, he saw Morganna staring down at him with an unnerving expression, like she was hungry or deeply focused. She patiently followed Teddy as he struggled to climb back up the stairs to his room. He spent the rest of the day packing away all his things, while naked, until Morganna decided he’d done enough for the day. The climb up the stairs and the work in his room was exhausting. His fatigue from shrinking only compounded his weariness. Yet every time Teddy’s mind wandered, the video replayed in his thoughts. At least if he was exhausted, he might avoid thinking about what he’d seen. Some part of Teddy still struggled to accept that the video could even be real. But the reality was right before him, evidenced in his own diminished stature.

At the end of the day, Teddy left several plastic storage containers with all his things in them on the floor in his bedroom, then he went to join Morganna in the master bedroom. A tiny pair of blue shorts waited on the bed for him.

“There you go. You do own something, see?” Morganna smiled, watching Teddy from the ensuite bathroom doorway. She was wearing cream-coloured satin panties with a matching bra. It was clear that she was ready for bed.

Teddy reached for the blue shorts. Were they meant to double as underwear. At this point the line between underwear and shorts seem to have blurred. 

“Not yet,” Morganna said, lifting her hand. Teddy hesitated. “You can put those on tomorrow morning.”

She walked over to Teddy and casually picked him up, tossing him into bed. Teddy was small enough that he literally flew through the air and landed on Morganna’s soft bedding with a bounce.

Teddy’s amazonian step-mother giggled at the sight. “Oh wow, I really don’t know my own strength when it comes to you,” Morganna said. She tossed Teddy’s new blue shorts onto a nightstand and then crawled into bed.

“You look tired, little doll-boy,” Morganna said. “You really disappointed me today, but shrinking you down has helped make up for it a bit. Come here.”

Morganna pulled Teddy into her arms and kissed his forehead. Her lips spanned his entire forehead and she hummed a little in pleasure at the size comparison. Her purr vibrated Teddy’s head right down into his brain-matter. By the time Morganna pulled her supple mouth back, Teddy had fallen asleep. She let his diminutive masculine figure drop down atop her chest and watched him for several minutes in fascination, as his small head rose and fell with her breaths, nestled in soft cleavage. Morganna made one of her hands into a fist and held it next to Teddy’s head. Her eyes went wide at the comparison. Her fist was bigger than a man’s head. Morganna slipped her hand into her panties and turned the light off.