Chapter 17

The rest of the school day passed by in a dizzying, sickening, whirlwind for Clayton. His first-period ordeal at the hands of Scarlet and her classmates had nearly stopped his heart once again, and he was only able to regain consciousness two classes later, at the beginning of fourth period, in geometry class. His naked, rail-thin body shook and shivered as he came to, and he would have started screaming and squealing out loud if Scarlet hadn’t immediately noticed him waking up and stuffed a dirty rag in his mouth, which she had brought along with her to school for this exact scenario. She put her foot aggressively down onto his tiny back, forcing him face-down into the floor, wordlessly communicating that she was not going to tolerate any sort of disruption to her class. 

Clayton was in excruciating pain, and on top of that, he was utterly exhausted. His prostate was throbbing painfully from the cruel and excessive stimulation of Scarlet’s classmates, and his cock felt like it was on fire, unable to tolerate the number of eager young mouths that had been sucking on it over and over like a straw, hungry for the milky cum inside. His entire body ached and hurt from the merciless sexual onslaught, but more than anything else, his mind smarted and suffered from acute pain that Scarlet had bred into his brain. All of this was his fault — he was the one who was pathetic enough to be turned on by this ruthless, sadistic treatment. If he had any self-respect, then he wouldn’t have any of these problems. He wouldn’t have started shrinking in the first place. 

But he didn’t have that self-respect; deep down, he knew that his body, his cock, wanted this kind of humiliation. He was even beginning to crave it. It didn’t matter what his mind said he wanted, or what his mind wished was true. There was no way around it now — the truth was that he was as pathetic and submissive and measly as Scarlet said that he was. She had been right all along, and his emaciated, two-and-a-half-foot frame was all the proof that he needed. And even now, even in this awful, low moment, under Scarlet’s foot in her geometry class, Clayton felt his spine tingling again. Even now, he couldn’t avoid giving in — he was still shrinking. 

Clayton was able to stay conscious long enough to get a sidelong look at Gillian, who was sitting next to Scarlet in class. She was straining forward at the board, trying to understand the lesson as she took down notes. A few times, she shook her head in frustration, unable to comprehend what the teacher was saying, and Clayton saw her great waist-length flame of red hair shaking gently. Clayton couldn’t believe how beautiful, or how huge, Gillian had become. She had grown to well over 7 feet tall…and she wasn’t the only one. Clayton looked past her, with his head turned sideways on the floor of the classroom, and saw Cora, who was almost as tall as Gillian, and just as buxom and curvy, maybe even more so. Her brilliant blue eyes shone out powerfully, and Clayton once again found himself unable to comprehend how beautiful she was. Cora seemed to be understanding the lesson perfectly well, and she raised her hand to correctly answer a few questions, as Gillian smiled and rolled her eyes. 

Clayton turned his head on the floor, tasting the acrid, rank flavor of the rag that Scarlet had roughly shoved into his mouth. He felt her huge foot on his back as she pressed into him, warning him not to move around too much. He suddenly felt a tightness around his neck and brought a shaking hand to his neck to feel. Apparently, it had shrunk too small for the collar, so Scarlet had just resorted to tying the metal chain links of her dog leash around his neck. She had tied him rather too tight for comfort, and he could feel the cold, harsh metal squeezing him painfully. But just then, he forgot his pain for a moment, because he caught sight of Tarryn, who was sitting next to Scarlet, opposite from Gillian. Clayton was in absolute awe of her — once again, he couldn’t help but think that the gigantic, golden-haired teenager looked like some kind of angel, with her light green eyes blinking slowly, paying close attention to the geometry lesson. Tarryn was at least as tall as Gillian now, and maybe even had her by a few inches, and her enormous breasts were only equalled by her thick, juicy thighs and enormous ass that spilled completely over both sides of the chair she sat in. Her golden hair shook a little from the air-conditioning in the classroom, and Clayton found himself desperately wishing that he had been enslaved to her rather than Scarlet. 

But almost as soon as these thoughts came into his head, Clayton felt his leash jerk his head painfully up. Scarlet still had her foot on his back, but she had pulled on the chain of her leash, so that Clayton’s head was forced up, bending his back awkwardly in the opposite direction. He found himself looking straight up at his enslaver and tormenter, and, despite his immense fear of her, he took back what he had thought about Tarryn just a moment before. As beautiful and radiant and ethereal as she was, no one, not her, not Cora, not Gillian, compared to Scarlet. She had become deathly beautiful, awe-inspiring, like Persephone the Queen of the Underworld. Her dark eyes stabbed down like knives into Clayton’s mind and body, rendering every reflex of resistance completely useless. She owned him, body and soul. She could train him, make him do anything she wanted. And she wasn’t going to stop; she wasn’t going to leave him this small. She was just going to keep at him, mercilessly, making him smaller and smaller, as she got bigger and bigger, and more and more beautiful. 

She gave him an intense, knowing, nasty smile, and winked at him. She knew his mind…she had caught him looking at Tarryn and wishing his blasphemous thoughts. He could hide nothing from her. Still smiling down at him, she pulled his head up farther, up and up, gently choking him. Clayton’s eyes went wide as he strained and shook his head in terror, but Scarlet’s smile only got bigger as she proceeded to quietly, effortlessly, choke him out in the middle of geometry. Clayton felt his world going dark as his body’s resistance faded, and a few moments later he sank down back onto the classroom floor, completely unconscious again. 

The remaining part of the school day was much the same. Clayton would regain consciousness in another one of Scarlet’s classes, and a few minutes later she would choke him out again with the leash, smiling sadistically down at him every time she did. By the end of the school day, Clayton was not too far away from death. His little brain just couldn’t take much more oxygen deprivation and live. He hadn’t even been able to eat the little dog treats out of Scarlet’s hand whenever the bell rang. His body had been rejecting almost anything that went into it, ever since the vicious orgy in biology class. And all the while, whenever he was awake, Clayton could feel the telltale spine tingling that let him know that his shrinking was still going on, gradually and steadily, despite his body beginning to shut down. 

Scarlet more or less dragged Clayton home after school, pulling him by the neck with her dog chain. He had tried to keep up, doing his best to leap and gallop forward on all fours, but pretty soon into the journey he had just collapsed down on the ground, utterly unable to keep up with Scarlet’s long, powerful strides. And so she had dragged him by his neck, chuckling and hurling verbal abuse at him the whole way home. By the time they arrived at the mansion, Clayton was drifting in and out of consciousness; his bony little body was shivering and shaking from lack of oxygen, his eyes were rolling back into his head, and his tongue was hanging out of his mouth, like a parched, panting dog. Angry red welts had sprouted up around his neck where the dog chain had rubbed his skin raw. 

“What a fucking useless little slave,” spat Scarlet as she came into the house, dragging Clayton behind him. “He’s so tiny and weak that he can’t even crawl home anymore. I knew he was pathetic, but I never expected it to be this bad.” 

Alaina greeted them at the door, wearing her typical maid uniform. She was all of 7’2 now, but next to the 9’0 Scarlet, she looked quite small, with her blond head only coming up to Scarlet’s massive breasts. 

“Goodness, Miss Scarlet!” exclaimed Alaina, though in her calm, measured manner, “Your mother wasn’t kidding. It looks like you’ve been making liberal use of your new powers today — I trust you had an enjoyable day at school?”

“Well, first period was fun, at least,” said Scarlet, taking off her book bag. She nudged Clayton’s limp body with her foot, and he rolled over on the stone floor, looking up at the ceiling with eyes rolled back in his head as he muttered incoherently and drooled. 

“So you did a number on little Clayton, huh?” asked Alaina, looking piteously at Clayton’s half-conscious body. 

“We all did, actually,” laughed Scarlet. “We fucked him completely senseless. Me, Gillian, Cora…even Tarryn got in on it, Alaina!”

“Tarryn?” asked the maid. “That quiet, gorgeous girl who came over here a while back for your birthday party? Blond?” 

“Yeah, that’s her,” said Scarlet, reaching down to untie the chain from Clayton’s neck. “Although I have to say, through no fault of her own, I could tell that this little guy has a little crush on her. I caught him staring at her in geometry class.” 

“Well now, you can’t really blame him, can you?” chuckled Alaina. “She is quite the looker. And I imagine that, thanks to your powers, she’s even…bigger and more beautiful now?”

“Mmhmm,” nodded Scarlet with a smile, still untying Clayton. “They all are — but I grew her, Gillian, and Cora the most. Ms. Kojima’s 6’8 now, haha!”

“Is she!?” laughed Alaina musically. “Well that’s just wonderful, Miss Scarlet.” Alaina was looking down at Clayton as she spoke, and it was obvious from her compassionate eyes and tender expression that she was feeling sorry for Clayton, despite her obvious approval of Scarlet’s powers. 

“Yeah, and even though they’re all huge, curvy amazons now, I can’t get too jealous about Tarryn, because, after all, I know who’s still the biggest, the tallest, and the most beautiful…I know who really owns this guy’s little mind.” She once again nudged Clayton’s body with her foot, causing it to flop over again, now face-down on the floor. 

“Hmmm, he doesn’t look so good,” murmured Alaina, peering down at him. 

“Yeah, he’s had a bit of a rough day, I guess,” said Scarlet dismissively, shrugging her shoulders. 

“Is…is he even breathing?” asked Alaina, bending down her voluptuous body to check. 

“Uh, probably,” said Scarlet. “If he isn’t, just do some quick little CPR with two fingers, and he should be ok. Haha, isn’t it funny, like, at this point, you have to use 2 fingers, rather than 2 hands. You have to actually do baby CPR on him — haha, that’s the point we’ve gotten to!” 

“Hmmm,” said Alaina, feeling his pulse. “He is breathing, and he does have a faint pulse. But he’s in bad shape, that’s for sure.” She looked up at the massive teenage amazon. “You know, Miss Scarlet, I know that Clayton is your pet, and you can treat him however you want, but I feel like I should just remind you that if he dies, you’re not going to find one like him again.”

“Oh I know, Alaina, I know,” laughed Scarlet. “Clayton is certainly one-of-a-kind, to be sure!” 

Alaina kept looking at Scarlet seriously for another couple moments, and then spoke up again. “Well, like I said, Miss Scarlet, he’s in pretty bad shape right now. He’s alive, but only just. How about this — whenever he gets to this point again, you bring him straight to me, ok? I know that you’ve been reviving him in your own way, but after a certain point, that won’t work, and he actually will just die on you. I’d hate to see that happen.”

“Yeah, that would be pretty annoying if he died,” agreed Scarlet. “Ok Alaina — I’ll do that. So, like, you could take care of him for a little bit here? Nurse him back to health and such? I’m kinda tired of him at the moment…plus getting this big has made me SUPER hungry. I’m gonna go have a snack.”

“Ok Miss Scarlet, you do that,” said Alaina. “while you do that, I’ll take little Clayton here and breathe some life back into him. And how about this — after you’re done with your snack, you come up into the maid’s quarters, and I’ll show you a couple things I’ve learned about controlling your slave…and shrinking him…and making him cum…you know, in, like…a gentler way.”

“Gentler?” asked Scarlet, laughing contemptuously. 

“Yes, gentler,” said Alaina steadily, picking up Clayton in her arms as she stood up. “You don’t have to act gentler all the time, but I think you’ll find that you get tired of aggressive blowjobs and handjobs. There are more intricate and sensual ways of making a slave cum…and if you get good at it, without even touching him.”

“Without even touching him, huh?” said Scarlet thoughtfully. “I like the sound of that. Sounds powerful.”

“It is,” smiled Alaina, nodding her head. 

“Ha! Well ok, I’ll be up in a little bit,” said Scarlet, moving toward the kitchen. “Mammon below, I’m starving!



Chapter 18

Clayton came to a few minutes later in the maid’s quarters, in the same dark, candlelit bathroom that Alaina had bathed him in before. He found himself in the arms of the enormous maid, who had taken her clothes off and was now soaking with him in the hot, steamy vapors of a scented bath. She was gently, lovingly cleaning the welts around his neck with a special ointment, and Clayton could feel her huge breasts gently resting on his tiny body as she cleaned him. 

He was about to start crying and yelling, but Alaina quickly noticed that he was regaining consciousness, and she soothingly and softly cooed down at him, reassuring him that he was alright. 

“Shhhh….shhhhh, little guy, it’s ok,” she whispered, rubbing a variety of soap and ointments onto his skin as she cradled him to her breasts. “It’s ok…you’re safe…everything’s alright. I’m nursing you back to health, little one. You’ve had a rough day, haven’t you? Haha, I know Scarlet can be severe in her own way, but she’s still young. Don’t worry, little one. I’m going to teach her new ways of making you cum.” 

“N-n-new ways!?” sputtered Clayton, finding his voice at last. He was shocked at how hollow and croaky it sounded. 

“Yessss, new ways,” breathed down Alaina gently. “But don’t worry, Clayton. These ways will be gentler, milder, and far less painful for you. Well, at least, far less physically painful, haha. The mental pain of feeling yourself getting smaller and smaller against your will…well, that I can’t help you with.”

“Wh-what do you mean?” asked Clayton, still afraid, but feeling his body relax at the maid’s tender touch. 

“Shhh, not now, little one,” whispered Alaina. “You’ll see what I mean in time, but right now, I just need you to relaxxxxx, and focus on regaining what little strength you have. Just melt into my arms, little Clayton, and trust me.” 

Clayton didn’t really need to be told twice, and he willingly relented, easing his body into Alaina’s nurturing, fleshy embrace. Her gentle hands felt so huge against his body, and he closed his eyes, for once allowing himself to feel genuine pleasure from a nurturing, rather than a purely dominating, touch. But even as Alaina rubbed and massaged his body, and tended to his wounds, Clayton could feel his cock slowly hardening. Despite not being at the forefront of her behavior, the fact remained that she was still controlling him with her huge body…she was, in effect, dominating him. It was just a completely different type of domination from Scarlet.

After a little while, once Clayton’s wounds had all been cared for and treated, Alaina sat back in the tub, with Clayton on her lap, her breasts on either side of his little head. Dozens of candles flickered pleasantly around them, and the air was thick and rich with the scented steam of the bathwater that wafted around them. It was so quiet and peaceful, that Clayton was able to forget his predicament and actually relax into the soft, huge, fleshy body of the amazon who was caring for him. 

Very slowly, elegantly, Alaina’s thighs emerged from the bathwater on either side of Clayton’s body. It was like two huge, alabaster sea monsters had gently resurfaced from the water…that’s how big they looked to Clayton, who was immediately in no doubt that each of the maid’s thighs were many times bigger than his entire body. Alaina said nothing above him, but, with delicious purpose, she moved her thighs back in forth in front of Clayton’s face, gently squeezing them together, letting him see their hugeness, their plush feminine exterior, and the muscular strength within. Clayton couldn’t help it — he got hard just from watching Alaina’s effortless display of size and strength. 

“Can you stay afloat by yourself, little guy?” she asked him.

“Y-yeah, I think so,” answered Clayton. 

“Ok, well, you tell me if you need help, and I’ll keep you from drowning,” she said lovingly. Suddenly, Clayton felt her enormous body rise up behind him, and he had to start treading water to keep himself floating in the bathtub, which was too deep for him to stand up in. Alaina was rising up above him, her massive body ascending like a greek statue. Slow, gentle rivulets of water ran down her colossal body and onto Clayton’s head, making him sputter as he kicked to stay afloat. He could hear Alaina laughing softly above him as she rose up completely out of the water. She stood with one leg on either side of Clayton, so that the water from her huge pussy dripped directly down onto his head. 

Clayton looked up and his mouth dropped open. Alaina was just standing there, hands on her hips, grinning down softly at him as her eyes narrowed in affection. She was letting him see just how huge she was compared to him. Each leg rose up through the water next to him like an immovable pillar, and her pretty pink vagina lips smiled down at him, way, way out of reach. 

Despite the number of times he had already been forced to cum that day, Clayton felt his cock getting even harder underwater. Alaina was just so…so huge and beautiful, and she knew how to use her body to its full advantage in inspiring an erotic response. Her pure, voluptuous femininity was infectious, and seemed to carry on the air just like the scented steam all around him. 

“So is this what you were talking about?” came Scarlet’s voice from the shadows. Clayton almost choked on the bathwater in surprise. But there was something different in Scarlet’s voice — it sounded gentler, softer. 

“Hmmm, so nice of you to join us, Miss Scarlet,” purred Alaina, sounding very pleased high above. “Yes, this is what I was talking about. Sometimes you don’t have to force the comparison on the little guy. Sometimes all you have to do is show him.” As if to prove her point, she gently started walking around in the tub, slowly moving the huge pillars of her mighty thighs through the water as she walked around and around Clayton. The movement of her massive legs created waves and whirlpools that spun Clayton around slowly, with the waves smacking him gently in the face and making him cough and sputter a little. Scarlet laughed, with a different tone to her mirth. Alaina’s lesson was having its effect — in this room, everything seemed softer and quieter, and even the laugh of the 9-foot-tall demon princess seemed cushioned and mellow.

“Let’s take him out and dry him off,” said Alaina after a few more minutes of walking around in the water. With one hand, she gently fished Clayton out of the water and toweled him off, setting him down on two feet on top of her luscious, soft bathroom rug. Alaina used the same towel to dry her own body off, and Clayton couldn’t help but marvel as he watched the amazon maid unfurl the whole towel and sweep it grandly across her naked, curvy body. She had only needed to use one little corner of the towel to dry herself off, but now she was using the whole thing to dry off her body. Compared to Clayton, the towel was as big as a king-sized comforter. 

Scarlet was still watching from the shadows, her body indistinct as she loomed hugely above. Clayton could tell, despite the fact that he couldn’t see most of her body, that the top of his head only came up to the middle of her huge, shapely calf. When he looked up, craning his head to see her face, her dark eyes glimmered intensely at him, reflecting the flickering candlelight in her black pupils. He couldn’t even see the rest of her face…just the dark gleam of her eyes.

“Mmmm, the little one is all bathed and tended to,” said Alaina softly from above, and Clayton turned to see her standing in front of him, still naked in all her glory. His head barely came up to her knees. Without speaking anymore, Alaina slowly, luxuriously, moved her tree-sized legs around Clayton, and literally walked over him, taking care to do it slowly so he could take in just how huge her legs were compared to him. Clayton felt his breath quickening as the familiar tingle started going down his spine, the inches slowly melting off him once more. It was just…too much to resist…too much to take in. The way that Alaina was moving her massive legs around his tiny body, and how she had just stepped over him, was hitting home how small and submissive he was compared to her. 

She turned back around, grinning down at him, and stepped forward again, planting her huge legs on either side of his body. Clayton looked up, and, purring and moaning with arousal, Alaina suddenly started gently shaking her thighs above him, as her feet remained rooted in place. Clayton’s breath got even quicker, and his heart beat faster. The gentle shake and tremble of those enormous, fleshy behemoths above him was making Clayton weak in the knees. It was just incredible to him, to literally be underneath such a massive female presence, who was flirtatiously shaking her thighs down at him, moaning and chuckling at how huge she was compared to him. A few seconds later, Clayton gave in, and his knees buckled in place as he came, spraying his little load down his leg as his body shook in place. The tingle down his spine increased, and he shrunk a little more. 

“Ooooo, wowww!” murmured Scarlet quietly from the shadows, her eyes going wide. “That’s…that’s incredible, Alaina! You didn’t even touch him!”

“I know, right?” purred Alaina, bending down with her legs still in place so she could see the little man orgasming underneath her. “Didn’t I tell you…there are other ways of getting what you want from this little guy.” 

Alaina continued to tease Clayton for another couple minutes, dancing and twerking her huge ass in front of him as he gaped and gawked. Despite his recent orgasm, his little cock remained as hard as ever. 

“Mmmmm, yeahhhhh,” moaned Alaina down at him, turning around to shoot him a sultry glance as she shook her big ass in his face. “You like my ass, Clayton? You like my big ass?”

“Y-yes,” he said, so aroused that he was barely even able to get the words out. 

“Mmmmm, well how about you feel it up close, huh?” purred Alaina, and she suddenly backed down and knocked Clayton over gently with her ass. He fell on his back into the plush carpet. But Alaina kept at him, and Clayton found himself being squashed into the carpet by Alaina’s massive, fleshy ass cheeks. Her ass was so huge that it essentially covered up his entire body. Clayton thanked his stars that there was soft carpet underneath him — otherwise, he had no doubt in his mind that he would’ve been crushed. 

“Mmmm, yeah, you should try this one on him a lot,” said Alaina to Scarlet, wiggling her titanic cheeks down onto Clayton’s prone body. “Nothing like him seeing your ass up close, you know…especially your ass, Miss Scarlet…good gracious it’s huge!”

“I’ll say!” laughed Scarlet. 

“Just make sure there’s something soft underneath him whenever you do it,” instructed the maid. “Otherwise your ass will be the last thing he ever sees.”

“Haha, well, I like the sound of that,” chuckled Scarlet, “But I see your point.” 

For the next hour, the two gigantic women took turns gently dominating Clayton. They sat on him with their enormous asses, gently crushing him into the carpet…they twerked in front of him, danced sensuously before him, teasing him with the slow, erotic movements of their huge limbs. The whole time, Alaina offered Scarlet pointers on how to dominate psychologically, while only using the deep, feminine energy that came from teasing and gentle size comparisons. And Clayton was totally helpless. His mind was on fire as these gorgeous amazons moved their massive limbs around him, teasing him, taunting him, willing him to cum for them again and again. By the end of the hour, Clayton had cum more times than he could count. At last, with a panoramic view of Alaina and Scarlet shaking their huge asses in his face, he came one last time and simply passed out, falling face-down into the carpet, totally overcome. 

Scarlet was so pleased with Alaina’s lesson that she rewarded her with more height, growing the already-gigantic maid an entire foot, to 8’2. And Clayton, face-down in the carpet, totally dominated in both body and soul, had shrunk down all the way to 2 feet. And even in his unconscious dreams, his spine continued to tingle.