Soft Launch Story
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This is something I’ve been saving for a published anthology. It doesn’t even have a title yet. Haven’t published it anywhere else. So it’s fully appropriate for a soft launch, huh?
Tags: F/F/f, half sized, humiliation, muscle loss, dubcon, pet, NSFW
Hey ordinarily I would put some carriage returns here to separate the story from all the useless words I say at the top and I don’t see how to do that? Enter enter enter enter, huh how do I add spaces.
The silver tea service rattled as Rebecca carried it up the opulent staircase. Even for a woman of her impressive physique, it was all she could do to lift it, never mind keep it balanced. Just another way life was different only three feet tall.
In the bedroom, Mistress was already awake. She could hear moans echoing down the hall, could smell the sweetness of her exertion even from half a house away. The heavy tray tipped, and Rebecca steadied herself, biting her lip. Something about being this small, in a world made for giants, seemed to be affecting her libido. The way Mistress and her girlfriend were so openly sexual with each other didn’t help, as though they didn’t care that Rebecca was watching. Nor did the provision of the tiny woman’s contract that she remain unclothed at all times.
Rebecca bowed her head in silent deference as she entered the bedchamber. Mistress didn’t notice. Mistress lay spread out on the mattress, as her enormous girlfriend Julianne pressed her eager tongue between the giant woman’s thighs. Both were absolutely huge, nearly twice as large as Rebecca. As Julianne lifted Mistress’s trim little backside from the bed, and Mistress howled in ecstasy, the tiny woman shivered. The power, the strength to move a giantess so easily. It left her in jealous awe.
It wasn’t so long ago, that Mistress was simply Emily. And not a giantess at all, but just an old friend from college who’d made good. A rather petite friend, at that. On a dark night long ago, as they lay together in their tiny dorm room bed, Rebecca had teased her about that. How, if Emily hadn’t been so petite, they could never fit together. Back then, Rebecca was in training for the Olympic volleyball team. In prime physical condition, six feet seven inches of pure muscle. Emily, a mere five foot one, felt like more a toy than a woman.
Emily hadn’t seemed to mind From the way she screamed, and moaned, and allowed Rebecca to cradle her after like the little girl she was. But apparently something about that night had touched a nerve. Because when Rebecca fell on hard times, Emily was there, ready with that contract. Luxurious living. More money than she could comfortably imagine. In exchange, a year at just over half Emily’s height. As for duties, just some light housework. How could she say no?
On the massive bed, Julianne grappled Emily—no, she corrected herself. Grappled Mistress. Took the tiny giant by the waist, flipped her, drove her face-first into the pillow. Mistress moaned, hands grasping the sheets, as Julianne fingered her from behind. Rained little kisses down on her lower back, on the generous swell of her ass.
Rebecca held her breath, pressing her thighs together. Clenching as hard as she could, too aware of the steady heat growing just beneath her navel. The tray began to rattle. Then shake.
Then tip. With a clatter, two mugs of tea spilled down upon the floor.
Abruptly, the two giants stopped. Mistress stretched sinuously into an upward dog pose, chest brushing against the comforter. She yawned. Then, slowly, she turned to regard the half-sized servant standing beside her bed. Mistress’s eyes were very bright, her cheeks flushed.
“Well good morning to you, Becky. Don’t tell me we’re finding our duties to be too much already?”
Rebecca shook her head.
Mistress crawled toward her, resting her elbows on the edge of the bed, chin in her hands. Smirking. In another context, the expression might have been playful, or even seductive. At this size, Rebecca had the distinct impression she was being hunted.
The tiny woman shivered eagerly.
“Well,” Mistress purred softly. “Aren’t you going to clean it up?”
Blushing, she nodded. Setting the tray aside, dropping to her knees. Collecting the heavy porcelain cups. She would have to find carpet cleaner, before the stain set in. Then refill the kettle. The tea was on a high shelf in the pantry. It had taken so long to climb up the first time, how would she ever manage….
“Hey.” Mistress reached down, touching Rebecca on the chin. Made her stare up into those giant blue eyes. “Sure you can handle this, sweetie?”
Rebecca nodded her head at once.
“Because you seem to be struggling rather pathetically. I would think a big, strong girl like you would have no trouble with such a simple task.”
Julianne laughed. She straddled Mistress’s hips, working her large hands into the woman’s shoulders. Giving her a hard massage, while staring possessively down at Rebecca. As if to say, ‘see, she’s mine.’
Mistress closed her eyes dreamily. “Though of course, I’m mistaken. You aren’t a big strong girl anymore. Are you Becky?”
“N-no, ma’am.” Rebecca swallowed, still looking up at the giantess from her knees. “Well, actually….”
Mistress opened her eyes, looking expectant.
“I’m not big. But I’m… s-still strong. I can handle it. I promise.”
Mistress grinned evilly.
“That’s why you wanted me for these duties isn’t it?” Rebecca was talking very fast now. “Because even when I’m t-tiny I can still perform them? I’m strong, so I can serve you breakfast and draw your bath and rub your back and…”
“And you’ve failed at each one of those in turn, haven’t you?”
Again, Julianne laughed. There was playful cruelty in that sound. Rebecca looked at her feet, and said nothing.
“Yes, I see my mistake now. Thinking you’d make a good servant, that you’d be capable of anything. Clearly that’s not the case. We’re going to have to alter the conditions of your contract.”
Rebecca whimpered. “No, please….”
Mistress grasped her arm with a giant hand, shook her insistently. “Please what?”
“Please don’t make me go back to normal!”
“No?” Mistress pursed her lips. “Don’t tell me you enjoy this? Living half-sized and naked in my household. Always at my beck and call. No freedom, utterly at my command.”
Rebecca felt dizzy with embarrassment. Looking at the floor, she nodded.
“Well” Mistress sounded pleased. She indicated Julianne should cease her massage with a movement of her chin. The larger woman stopped at once, rolling toward the head of the bed, watching expectantly. Mistress lifted, then came to sit on the edge of the bed, with the groveling little Rebecca at her feet. “We will have to adjust your duties.”
The tiny woman nodded in relief.
“And you’ll have to be punished for your failings, of course.”
Rebecca yelped in surprise as the giant woman wrapped both hands around her waist, lifted her easily. She felt sudden terror, yet she didn’t dare fight. In that moment, there was something stronger, and deeper than fear. A part of her that almost yearned to be punished.
She let herself be laid face-down across Mistress’s lap. Eyes squeezed shut, she shivered with anticipation as a giant finger stroked down the length of her spine.
“Julianne, will you fetch Becky’s contact please?”
A drawer slid open, and Rebecca made herself look. The naked blonde giantess stood at the ready, with Rebecca’s contract in one hand, a red pen in the other. There was cold glee in Julianne’s eyes, sheer desire to make her only rival even less.
Rebecca trembled. Never in her life had she wanted so badly to be less.
“First. What is Becky’s listed height?”
“Thirty-six inches.”
A hand come down hard upon Rebecca’s undefended ass. The tiny girl cried out in pain, and arched her back toward the sensation.
“Six inches seems an appropriate punishment. Change it to thirty, please.”
A pen scratched. That same heat, as had felt days before, in the very moment she’d signed herself away. That same gravity, pulling her inward, making her less. Had it felt so good, before? She couldn’t remember.
Mistress pet her, as she moaned, and shrank. She clasped the larger woman’s thigh, a solid anchor as a storm of passion ranged inside her, while she dwindled to her perfect height.
SMACK. The blow caught her off-guard, made her breath explode from her in a sudden cough. She whimpered, spreading her legs.
“Change her title. Not ‘Servant.’ ‘Pet.’”
Rebecca nodded, felt herself melt with gratitude as her Mistress—no, her Owner—stroked a giant hand down the length of her back. When that hand paused at the aching little place where her legs came together, Rebecca obediently spread her legs. A finger, impossibly big, pressed inside.
Rebecca screamed.
“Emily, um, may I make a suggestion?”
Owner paused. Rebecca let out a low whine, writhing needily on her lap.
“Well. If Becky is our pet, she has no reason to keep those cute little muscles. Right?”
“Oh, I like the way you think. Mustn’t give her any reason to think she has agency. Besides, you’d like making her utterly helpless. Wouldn’t you Julianne?”
“I would.” Rebecca could sense the cruel grin on the woman’s face. Then the pen began to move, and she could only sink her fingers into the blanket, tears of pleasure and joy streaming down her face as Owner once more began to play with her dripping little pussy.
For a time she fought, pressing herself back against that powerful, probing digit. Little by little she felt it grow more difficult. Her strong arms softening, the muscles of her core growing weaker. Until it was all she could do to lay flat. Hardly able to move. There was nothing for her to do now, but be still. And moan, as the finger explored every millimeter of her tiny, throbbing sex.
Both giants were on the bed now. Sitting side by side, looking down at her with a sort of adoring glee, as she thrashed under the impossible weight of pleasure and shame and acceptance.
“Roll her over. I want to see.” Julianne’s voice was curious, filled with undisguised excitement. When she felt Owner begin to flip her onto her back, she was beyond fighting. She lay panting, looking up at the two giantesses. Julianne laughed. “Oh wow, look how weak we made her! She can hardly even hold herself up! Look at those tiny little arms, that cute tummy! Hey Becky, make a muscle for me, hm? If you do,” she added in a playful sing-song. “We’ll make you cum.”
She tried. Tried flexing her shoulders, then her abs. Her glutes, her calves. There was almost no strength left in her. Gone was the familiar crisp sensation, the gentle ‘pop’ of her long-trained muscles being called into use. There was only a warm, pleasant emptiness. She fell back on Owner’s lap, gasping from the effort, and giggled with embarrassment.
Both titanic women seemed pleased. Owner eased her back, massaged her exhausted little body. “Alright dear. A promise is a promise. Do you want me to cum for us? Say please.”
“Please! Please!”
Owner smiled benevolently. And massaged her miniscule clit, using just the tip of her smallest finger. Rebecca screamed, stars flashing before her eyes. Her last thought, before the building heat made it impossible to think at all, was that if it felt so good to be weak, why had she ever tried to be strong?
Afterward there were gigantic hands on her, giving her comfort. Then something very warm and wet pressed against her teensy little backside. Rebecca giggled, turning to see Owner leaning down, pressing her lips affectionately to the places she’d been spanked. Again and again Owner kissed her, until whatever pain she felt had melted away, replaced by a feeling of contentment and satisfaction. It went on, and on, until in the strangeness, the relief, the radiant heat of Owner’s comfort, she lost consciousness.
By the time she woke again, the sun was streaming in bright through the window. It must be nearly noon. Rebecca yawned, feeling guilty. But then, this was all that was expected of a pet, wasn’t it? To lay around, and wait to be pampered. She smiled, and stretched. It was hard, getting used to how hollow and soft her body felt. She wasn’t sure whether she liked it, yet. One thing was certain: it was going to make it necessary to rely on her Owners for every little need.
Rebecca grinned.
“Oh, is someone finally awake?”
Owner passed in from the adjoining suite, already dressed for the day. She grinned, and came to stand at the edge of the bed, arms crossed, towering over Rebecca with easy grace. It was all the smaller woman could do not to roll onto her back and beg.
“I do hope I wasn’t too hard on you. This isn’t what you signed on for. I’ve wanted you to be mine for so long, and I….” The giantess trailed off, and straightened. “If you wish to adjust the terms of our contract, I’ll be amendable.”
Rebecca smiled. She reached out, wrapping both her hands earnestly around one of Owner’s fingers.
“Are you sure this is only for a year?”
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@pseudoclever so that well I need a cold shower
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@pseudoclever You never cease to amaze and deliver.
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Well damn… now I need more where that came from. -
@pseudoclever Hmmmm… I was almost wondering if you had been peeking in my windows…
Thank you. A delightful read. Actually this is one of the few stories that I’ve even bothered to read in months. You pushed a number of my buttons and I love the idea of the magical contract. It’s a wonderful mechanism, with a world of potential.
