A Slippery Slope

“Deanna!”

Troi jumped at the sound of her own name, looking up to see the full-sized Riker coming out of the door from the observation lounge with Data next to him. She could tell that this Will was still upset with her, but genuine concern also shone through on his face as he approached. Data looked between the pair for a moment before silently heading over to his station towards the front of the bridge, giving them some privacy. Will reached down to take both of her hands in his as he pulled her into his personal space. She was still so sensitive from the events of the day that his touch made her stomach flutter.

“Deanna,” he repeated in a hushed tone, not meant to be heard by anyone else. “Are you okay? What happened in there?”

Her brows furrowed, unsure just how much to tell him, but also not wanting to lie to him. Unconsciously she gently grasped the Riker between her legs before speaking. “I’m fine, Will, really. I just…,” she looked away. “I… I felt bad about the way I treated you on the holodeck. You’re absolutely right, I should’ve let you out before I left. I see that now.” Her eyes traveled to their clasped hands. “So when you walked in I was… surprised! And… happy to see you, of course. But also unsure about how I felt, and about how we should move forward after what happened.” She lifted their hands between them and gave them a squeeze as she looked him deeply into his eyes. “Please understand. We can talk later about it, but for now I really need to lie down.”

Troi let go of his hands and walked on unsteady legs down to face Picard as he sat reading a tablet in the captain’s chair. She could see that it was one of her reports from Liliputia. “Captain, permission to go to my quarters to rest. I know that there’s bound to be an upcoming meeting with someone from the Romulan Empire, and I want to be at my best to advise you. Seems I’m still a little tired from my time on Liliputia.” She brought her hands together and looked at him hopefully.

Picard looked up from his reading and gave her a compassionate smile. “Of course, Counselor. Please get some rest. I will no doubt need your services before too long, and I want you at one hundred percent.” He looked back at the PADD in his hands, making a few taps. “Beverly needed some extra time off after that mission as well. Must be very tiring interacting with all of those little people. Which reminds me,” he said, looking back up at her, “don’t forget to go to sickbay so she can look you over.” He gave her a quick, friendly nod. “Dismissed.”

“Thank you, Captain.” Deanna looked back at Riker, his face sullen as she began to walk towards the turbolift. She could tell that he had so much more left to say to her, and she felt bad that their conversation had been so one-sided. But now was neither the time nor place to have the discussion they needed to have. Besides, she had to talk to her little passenger first to make sure he even wanted his larger doppelgänger to know of his existence. She gave Will a small, and she hoped reassuring, smile as she looked over her shoulder while walking into the lift. But she could clearly feel his frustration rising as the doors closed, separating them once again.

Deanna leaned back against the wall, thankful to be alone in the lift. But then, she wasn’t really alone, was she? A smirk spread across her lips as she thought of the man she was carrying around in her most private place.  She couldn’t help but feel incredibly powerful, holding a grown man’s life within her. This must be a bit of what a god feels like, she thought to herself. For a brief moment she toyed with the idea of going to Ten Forward and just… sitting for a while. Maybe she’d have a drink or two — strike up a conversation with Guinan, or talk with that new Bajoran waitress who’d been “accidentally” brushing her hip against Deanna’s arm as she passed (but whose thoughts betrayed her) — all the while carrying around this secret power. No one would ever think to guess that she had a Starfleet officer in her pussy.

The sound of the lift coming to a stop snapped her back to her senses. No matter how fun it might be to flex her newfound might, she was tired as hell, and she’d made promises she intended to keep. As she stepped into the hallway she could feel her own arousal begin to soak the fabric between her legs. While she was thankful that the fabric of her uniform would wick away the moisture, she was still relieved that her quarters were less than a minute’s walk away.

After entering her cabin she took the extra steps of locking her door and activating the “Do Not Disturb” setting before kicking off her boots and collapsing onto the sofa. The back of her head sank into the armrest as she laid across the cushions. She was so tired that she could’ve fallen asleep right there, but a fresh flurry of activity between her legs prompted her to start removing her clothes where she lay. “Alright, Will. Alright! Just give me one moment, please!” she said, giggling at the absurdity of it all. After peeling her jumpsuit off and dropping it on the floor next to her, she lazily reached down and pulled the wet crotch of her underwear aside with one hand, spreading her legs. She grunted as she plunged two fingers inside of herself, hooking them under Will’s arms and pulling him slickly from her, leaving him laying between her legs on the soft fabric of the sofa.

Will sprang up instantly, walking slowly towards the humid heat of her giant sex. He wrapped his arms around himself as her wetness instantly cooled on his little body. Looking around he couldn’t believe that he had been sitting right here just a few hours earlier. Deanna pulled the soaked fabric of her panties back to cover herself before bringing her arm up and resting her inner elbow across her eyes.

“I’m sorry, but you’ve really put me through it today, Will,” she said sleepily.

He leaned against the wall of her raised thigh, sending a shiver throughout her body. “Oh, I’ve put you though it, have I?” he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Poor you.” The warmth of her skin behind him helped him feel less cold, but he still hated being coated in her drying juices.

“You have!” she whined, slowly drawing her legs together until he was pinned softly between them. “Both of you! You have no idea how hard it can be to deal with one Will Riker, much less two.” She lifted her arm to look down at him, a small smile on her lips to see him so easily dominated. But she noticed that he didn’t complain or try to escape.

His body relaxed between her thighs, their softness cradling him perfectly without crushing him. “What are we going to do, Imzadi?” he sighed. “I can’t live like this, especially not with another me out there, living his life like normal… like I don’t even exist.” She felt his little body slump as he hung his head.

“Oh, come on now, Will. It won’t be so bad. I’ll… get a little dollhouse for you to stay in. You can be my pet, paint my toenails, and get all the minuscule things I’ve lost between my couch cushions. Oh! And be my sexy little toy when I get lonely at night. Maybe it’s not as glamorous as being second in command of the Federation’s flagship, but I’m sure you’ll work hard at your new job. You always work so, so hard.” She covered her eyes with her arm again and snuggled her head against the arm of the couch in enormous satisfaction.

Her words cut him deeply, making him feel even smaller than he already was. “Deanna, I… y-you…,” he stammered.

Deanna uncovered her eyes with a flourish, sitting up and laughing heartily. “Oh god! Will! I’m kidding! You should see the look on your face. Priceless!” She looked down at him and shook her head. “There’s no way I could keep you around here like that. You know how much I always hated cleaning up behind you. I can’t imagine being forced to look after your every need like you were a little baby.” 

He could only lay there, unsure which scenario he found worse — either be Deanna’s literal pet or have her abandon him like a discarded toy. Her thighs flexed around him just slightly, reminding him of the deadly strong muscles that lay just below the surface of her smooth, soft skin, easily capable of grinding his body to a pulp if she so desired. Without the built-in protections of the holodeck he was just as physically fragile as he was emotionally. He’d never felt so powerless, so utterly overwhelmed and overpowered..

“M-maybe you should give me to him,” he said uncertainly, trying to find a little hope wherever he could.. “The bigger me, I mean. Aren’t I kind of his responsibility?”

Troi arched an eyebrow and looked down at him. “Would you really want to take care of you?” she asked skeptically. They both knew the answer to that question.

She threw her head back and shook it as if trying to shake all the bad thoughts out. “Oh! I don’t know, Will! I don’t know. This is all too much.” Her chin lowered, a hand reaching down to pull him up to her face. “All I know is that everything looks better after a bath. And since we’re both gross sticky messes in need of bathing, then that’s what we shall do.”

Will laid passively in her fist, quiet with his thoughts as Deanna stripped off the rest of her clothes and carried him to her bathroom. Even during the worst parts of their long and tumultuous relationship, he’d never felt as unsure about her as he did at this moment. He hated how much he knew he was going to have to depend on her when she was clearly enjoying the power she had over him. But what can I do? She literally had him in the palm of her hand. All he could do was watch as the giant world of her quarters flew past him.

One of the best parts of being a senior officer on the finest ship in the fleet was having a top of the line cabin, and for Deanna Troi that meant one thing: a bathtub. While some considered it an unnecessary luxury, the counselor of the Enterprise saw it as an absolute necessity. Baths relaxed her, centered her, made her feel like she could take on the galaxy. As she set her tiny companion on the edge of her tub, she felt more powerful than she ever had in her life. She could feel his thoughts — sadness, fear, anxiety, longing, uncertainty — and, frankly, they excited her. For nearly the entire time they’d known each other he’d steered the course of their relationship. But now… now the power had shifted, and in a big, big way. Her body loomed over him as she turned the faucet to begin the roaring flow of water, a pendulous breast almost sending him to certain injury against the hard porcelain far below. She lit candles around the room, some of the ones on the tub taller than Riker himself, before lowering the lights for a suitable ambience. 

The tub filled quickly, and soon Deanna eased herself down into the warm water. She looked over to see that her little companion was just where she’d left him, having lowered himself down into a sitting position while he stared off into the distance with a frown, little legs dangling over the edge of the tub. With a little smile she leaned back, placing her glistening feet on either side of him as she rested her shoulders against the opposite rim.

“What’s the matter, my little mouse? Cat got your tongue?” She tilted her feet inward, nudging his tiny form playfully.

Will crossed his arms, a his frown deepening as her painted toes pushed him around. “I can’t believe how much you’re enjoying this,” he said bitterly.

She laughed as she gently pinched his head between her big toes. “Why? Didn’t you tell me to have fun this morning? You shouldn’t be mad that I’ve decided to take you up on it.”

“I said we both should have fun, Deanna. Both of us.” His little hands pushed her toes away as he stood up, turning around before sitting facing away from her. “Does it look like I’m having fun?” He didn’t look back.

Troi frowned and withdrew her feet, drawing up her knees in the warm water. She sat pensively for a moment before leaning forward, resting her arms on the edge of the tub just behind Riker, her face so close that he could feel her breath on his bare back.

“Do you know what it’s like to always have to feel everyone else’s feelings, Will?” she finally asked quietly. She didn’t get any outward response, but she continued regardless. “Well, I’ll tell you anyway, because I know you’re curious,” she said, a smile evident in her voice. “For the most part, it’s pretty nice. I mean, I’ve made a career out of it, and I do love my job. Honestly, I have to say that I genuinely enjoy knowing what everyone around me is thinking. It can make dealing with people so much easier. I’m rarely surprised by how others behave, and that predictability can be very comforting.”

Her giant finger began to slowly stroke at Riker’s back. He shivered, but didn’t pull away, as she continued. “However… well, sometimes just reading thoughts can feel so… passive. Boring, even. It’s like… like my whole life is a book, but not one that I ever get a chance to write myself. I’m just an observer — silent, invisible — my empathic abilities reduced to a camera for people to see into others, or a mirror for others to see themselves in. Sometimes I feel like I don’t have any agency… like I’m less than a person.” 

“But on Liliputia I felt… different. I felt… like people had to pay attention to me, and what I wanted, for a change. In a world where I literally had to watch every step that I made, I finally felt seen. I wasn’t just reading the thoughts of others, I was writing them — sometimes an entire crowd’s worth of them at once. And that felt… exhilarating — unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s intoxicating. But, like anything else intoxicating, while it feels good in the short term, it can be very easy to abuse.”

She leaned forward and kissed his back, letting her warm lips linger before pulling away. He sighed, leaning back against her but still saying nothing. “I’m sorry that I hurt you, Imzadi.” She spoke in a breathy whisper, her lips trailing over his skin. “Truly, I am. I let the power I have over you carry me away. And… and I never really forgave you for how you treated me on Betazed. As I said, I’m rarely surprised by the actions of others… but you shocked the hell out of me. Because of that, for years I’ve felt like I wasn’t enough, that I could never be enough for anyone who said they loved me. Like having an overbearing mother wasn’t enough to give me issues with self esteem.” She sniffled, a hot tear rolling down her cheek and upper lip, and then onto his back. “I’m sorry, I should’ve told you all of this before I had the ability to make you do whatever I wanted you to do. But sometimes it’s hard to know the right words to say. Even for someone who can read minds.”

Finally he stood and turned to face her, tears streaming down his face. Her enormous visage filled his vision, her eyes and nose red.

“Deanna, I’m so sorry. I never meant to choose Starfleet over you.” His hand reached out to stroke her cheek. “I was young and stupid. I underestimated how much of my life my work would consume, and how much I was asking of you to wait for me. I’m sorry it made you feel like you weren’t enough. It’s not that at all, not even in the slightest. It’s just that I was way too much.” He reached up to try to wipe away her tears, but they’d become a steady stream as he’d talked and soon he found himself covered in them.

“You’re… you’re amazing, my love,” he continued. “In every way. I was a fool for not appreciating you, not snatching you up when I had the chance. Instead I just pushed you away… so far away that things were never the same between us again. And that’s on me. It’s been the biggest regret of my life… but I never had the words to say it until I was small enough for you to hold me in your hand. I guess it’s easier to be vulnerable with you now that I’m literally so vulnerable.” Riker looked deeply into the eye closest to him. “Will you forgive me?”

For the second time that day her giant lips pressed against his body, but this time it was with pure affection. “Yes, Will, yes. Of course I forgive you.” Her tears and saliva covered his already sticky body as she kissed him messily. “B-but can you forgive me?”

“Of course, imzadi, of course. I only ask one favor.”

She pulled back to look at him. “Yes, anything.”

Riker looked down at himself, running his hands along his torso, sloughing off several drops of Deanna’s accumulated fluids from his body. He gazed up at her with the charismatic smile that had won her heart so many years ago.

“Do you think I could have some of that bathwater? I know you’re so much bigger than me, but it seems like in this whole giant tub you have some you could spare.”

Her laughter came out in a surprised bark, spraying him in flecks of spittle, snot, and tears. She brought her hand up to her mouth as her cheeks burned pink in embarrassment. “Oh no, oh Will. I’m sorry. Of course!” She reached out and scooped him up in her hand, using the back of the other to wipe at her face.

“I said bathwater, not a shower!” he laughed.

“I know! I know! I’m sorry! Here.” She scooted back, lowering him into the surface of the water above her lap. The enormous trunks of her pale legs stretched out below him as he began to tread water. Her hand dropped a bar of lavender soap over half his size next to him. It bobbed in the water as she reached over and grabbed a small towel to wipe her face.

Will swam over to the soap, wrapping his arms around it like a wakeboard. “Um, I might need a little help with this,” he said laughing.

Troi put the towel aside and leaned down towards him, laughing at the sight of him clinging to the bar of soap. “Honestly, Will. Do I have to do everything myself?”

He couldn’t help but admire the way her breasts looked as she pushed them together with her arms while leaning towards him, smiling as she gave them an extra wiggle when she saw him watching. “Um… yes? Please?”

She rolled her eyes with a smile as she wrapped him up in her hands along with the soap, bringing them up to her chest level. “How about if I help you get clean while you help get me clean as well?” she asked as she gently began to rub the giant bar of soap against his wet body. “Darn it if I didn’t misplace my loofah,” she winked down at him as he began to disappear inside a cloud of fragrant bubbles.“Oh, I can feel you’re raising your hand to let me know you’d like to volunteer.” Her huge, soapy fingertips slipped easily between his legs, stroking at his growing erection. “Wait, that’s not your hand…,” she giggled.

Riker writhed in her enormous, sudsy grasp. his whole body tingling in ecstasy. While he knew all of the spots she liked to be touched, it never occurred to him that she also possessed similar knowledge about him. Her giant fingertips were surprisingly nimble as she rubbed down every centimeter of him, leaving no erogenous zone untouched. He sighed happily as a slippery fingertip rubbed against his neck, while another made surprisingly small circles across his chest and nipples. Her thumb slid slowly along the underside of his little shaft, making him shiver in ecstasy as it joined with her forefinger to give his cock a couple of quick little pumps. After all of their activity today, he finally realized that despite her many orgasms and aftershocks, he hadn’t yet had an orgasm himself. Though with the way he was being handled in her giant, slippery hands he certainly felt like one was imminent.

“Mmm, perfect,” Deanna purred as she looked down at the clump of bubbles in her hands. Gripping him tightly, she brought him to her breasts and began to rub him around them slowly, teasing her tight nipples with his slippery little rod. “You make a good loofah, my little lover,” she sighed as she moved him up to her shoulders, letting out a little moan as he slid across her sensitive neck. “Soft… and hard… in all the right places.”

Though at times he found it a little difficult to breathe, Will was having the most fun he’d had all day. He’d always loved Deanna’s body, often thinking of her curves even long after they stopped officially being a couple. And now to find himself being rubbed all over it… well it was sexier than he could ever have imagined. The soapy friction kept teasing at the growing pressure he felt between his legs, bringing him right to the edge on several occasions.

Deanna smiled as she slid her makeshift loofah down one arm, and then the other, taking the time to rub him along the underside of her heavy chest in between. She stopped to lather him up some more, taking a moment to check in with him.

“How’s it going, my sexy little washcloth?” she asked as her hands once again worked him into a pile of bubbles.

“Good, good…,” came his muffled reply, his face obscured behind so many bubbles. “Just glad you always think to get soap that doesn’t irritate your eyes.”

“We don’t have time for any more tears, my love.” She smiled. “Now hang on.”

Troi leaned forward in the bath, resting her weight on her free hand while she got up on her knees, bathwater cascading down in sheets over the curve of the pale moon of her behind. Will couldn’t see where he was headed, but as soon as she started to slide him against the soft skin of her buttcheek he had an idea. Deanna moaned as she slipped his slick little body between her crack, teasing herself with the firmness of his head against her dark pucker. She leaned forward, her head lowered until her lips almost touched the water. Her halting breath made ripples on the surface as she slowly gyrated her hips against her hand. “Ffffffffuckk,” she moaned, clenching her cheeks around his body as she slid him across her giant taint.

With each stroke of his body against her most sensitive skin Will could feel his long-quashed orgasm building within him. Her soapy scent enveloped him as he slid smoothy against her. A few times he even felt his little cock slip into her asshole.  Fucking! Finally! he thought as his surging hormones began to scramble his brain. But just as he was about to finally feel sweet release, he heard a familiar chime overhead.

“Crusher to Troi.”

Deanna’s hand froze immediately, denying Will the very friction he needed in that exact moment.

It took Troi a moment to find her voice. “B-Beverly?” she nearly moaned.

“Last I checked the only Crusher currently aboard,” came the cheeky response.

“I’m sorry,” Deanna said, stifling a gasp as Will began to thrash in her grip. “I had Do Not Disturb on, I wasn’t expecting —”

“Captain Picard told me that you were headed to sickbay, but I haven’t seen you. And after your outburst this morning I was worried, so I thought it prudent to use my medical override to message you to make sure you were okay. Or would you rather I came down and made a housecall?”

“NO!” Riker and Troi yelled together. Deanna dropped him in surprise, hoping that Beverly hadn’t heard his voice but knowing that she definitely heard the splash. She snatched him up quickly, sitting back on her legs and putting her thumb over his mouth before bringing him to the surface.

“N-no, Beverly. That won’t be necessary. Just give me a few minutes and I’ll come up myself. I’m, erm, in the bath.”

“Very well, see you soon. Crusher out.”

The sound of their panting breaths filled the quiet, dimly lit room. The stars streaked by outside, silent observers.

“Hold your breath,” Troi said finally before dunking him in the water to clear the rest of the soap from his body. 

Will let out a heavy sigh, his whole body red and practically twitching in aroused frustration. He knew it wasn’t Deanna’s fault, but he still struggled not to blame her.

“I know, sweetie. I’m sorry,” she said with a frown as she set him on the edge of the tub. Her hands came down to scoop up water onto her body to rinse herself off. “Maybe this will be good. She’s the chief medical officer, after all… and my friend. I think she can help us.”

He shook his head. “I don’t know, Deanna,” he said skeptically. “I’m not sure who we can trust.”

“Let’s discuss this while I get dressed.” She scooped him up and grabbed a towel, heading to her bedroom with him in her hand.