The Trophy Wifes Toy Life
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A powerful shudder shook Melody’s small, naked body as she glanced up at the clock. Usher would be home in less than an hour and she still had to finish her cleaning, dress and fix her makeup. He hadn’t said anything about that but she wanted to look her best. Maybe it would put him in a better mood if she looked nice for him.
“Look nice for him? What am I thinking? He’s my stepson, not my husband and not my boyfriend” she chided herself. Six months ago, his no-good father had left ‘on business’ after she had slipped below 4’ high and the novelty of stunt fucking his now under-sized, trophy wife had worn off. She’d always known that he had married her as a trophy wife and that her height of almost six feet was one reasons he’d chosen her. Well, her height and “those amazing tits”, she mused.
She was grateful that she had the house and enough money to care for herself and his children. But the last several months had been very hard on her. The shrinking virus had continued to gradually reduce her stature as she progressed through Stage 1. With luck she wouldn’t be one of the patients that developed Stage 2.
It had been a very hard transition from being one of the tallest, most statuesque women in town to another one of the “SV Minis”. At just under three feet now, almost any everyday chore could become a physical challenge. Trying to look after a teenager plus two energetic, younger children with no one to be the man of the house made all those challenges even harder.
Of course, she definitely had a man in the house now, for better or for worse. Usher had celebrated his eighteenth birthday just last month. He was an adult now and her still tender bottom was more than enough to remind her that invading his privacy and then confronting him after discovering his collection of ‘mini-MILF’ porn last night had been a huge mistake on her part.
She felt herself shiver as she relived his reaction while finishing the last of her cleaning. He had handled her so effortlessly, draping her over his knees and pinning her hands behind her back before casually peeled off her yoga pants. As hard as she fought and as harshly as she protested, she had accomplished nothing. She knew that at less than 18 pounds, a determined 3-year-old could probably pin her two falls out of three these days.
Perched on the edge of her makeup table, Melody’s mind drifted back to the spanking. She was sure that it had been one of the most traumatic experiences of her life. The hot, stinging pain of her stepson’s huge hand methodically slapping her tiny, defenseless buttocks had been excruciating. But that pain paled next to the humiliation she endured as she waited for the next swat. After each spank Usher would lecture her, as if he were disciplining a disobedient child.
In a very calm, firm voice he explained that he was going to be the man of the house now. She was not to go into his room uninvited and she was not to touch his stuff. She would always call him ‘sir’ whenever they were alone. So, long as she behaved herself and respected his authority, she could be the ‘little woman of the house’ but when she behaved like a naughty little girl he wouldn’t hesitate to treat her like a naughty little girl.
Melody felt herself flush and her pulse quicken as another powerful tremor shook her tiny frame from head to toe. She blushed as she thought of Usher looking down at her little, pink derriere as he called her a “naughty, little girl”. At that moment her eyes filled with tears and sobbing as he held her over his knee; she really had felt just like a naughty, little girl.
“What was going through his mind?” she thought as she carefully applied her lipstick. She realized that he really wasn’t many years her junior. Usher was the oldest of Mark’s children and Melody was much closer to her stepson’s age than her husband’s. Over the past three years she’d often seen him stealing glances at her as she swam and sunbathed around the pool. And now he was both legally and physically an adult.
Last night he had made it clear that in his father’s absence, he was going to be taking complete control of the household, including her. He had stripped off her last shred of parental authority just as he had stripped off her pants.
“He must have really enjoyed humiliating me, making me feel like I was puny and helpless” she thought. Just like he had enjoyed watching her panty-covered bottom jiggle and blush with each swat, she mused as she appraised her miniature body in the mirror before absent-mindedly brushing her finger tips over the curve of her pert, naked buttocks.
She remembered how she had felt his fat cock swell and harden within his jeans as she sprawled across his lap. “He enjoyed it! The bastard He was getting off on the whole thing!” she brooded, “manhandling me, pulling down my pants, spanking me and then lecturing me like I was a spoiled little brat!” she fumed. She caught sight of her reflection slowly writhing in the mirror. Her fingers brushed over her erect nipples; her trembling thighs pressed tightly together. She could feel her sex growing wet as she remembered the sensation of Usher’s giant penis growing hard and pressing firmly against her belly.
Fingers trembling, Melody strapped on the high-heeled sandals and slipped into the ruffled, white apron that Usher had picked out for her to wear this evening. That was all she was to wear. No bra, no panties. Apparently, she had to “earn the privilege” to wear underwear now. She decided that she would humor him for the time being.
Aside from a generous amount of cleavage and some side boob, her apron covered most of her breasts. Below that it covered her in front almost to mid-thigh. Checking the mirror, she made certain that the dangling ends of the large bow at her waist hid the cleft of her bottom, beyond that the apron left her absolutely bare in back. Other than a pair of small, diamond ear studs, she would be nude. He had explained that taking away her phone and controlling her wardrobe was going to be part of the punishment for her transgressions. Usher felt that it would help her remember that he was in charge now.
The sound of the garage door opening as the car pulled into the driveway shook Melody from her daydream. Usher was back! Hopping to her feet Melody rushed from her bedroom and scurried to meet him, her tiny heels tapping, furiously as she went.
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I want to add a shout out to McShrinker. This story is inspired by his “Naughty Stepmom” photo collage and short story.
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Well I need a cold shower
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@the-big-g Hey; glad you liked it. I’ll be posting additional chapters on my DA page.
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@sallyfourth Shrinking and MILFs go to get perfectly. Thank you for posting this!
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@sallyfourth Chapter 2 on my DA page
https://www.deviantart.com/sallyfourth/art/Trophy-Wife-s-Toy-Life-Chapter-2-877290337
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Yay read it and yay
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@sallyfourth We’re seeing a classic in the making . The best sw fiction I have read in years!
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Teeny tiny Amazon and sexy to boot
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Here’s the cover page for “Trophy Wife’s Toy Life”
https://www.deviantart.com/sallyfourth/art/Trophy-Wife-s-Toy-Life-Cover-882205299
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@sallyfourth awesome cover art!
