Oral Agreement (Patreon)

Oral Agreement
by Horuvex
Spring 2013

When Jim woke up one winter morning, he noticed that his beautiful new wife was gone. He realized that she must have left early for her new job at a large pharmaceutical firm downtown. Serena had studied hard while they had been dating, while getting by on her income as an admin. assistant. Jim had always teased her for her persistance with school, despite her average grades when they were younger. He stayed on in his job at the truss factory in town and spent most of his free time hanging out with his buddies playing shooters like Halo and Call of Duty on the xbox while drinking beer. Now and then Serena had pressured him to go back to school, to improve himself.
"You can't work there forever Jim," she would say. "They never give you guys a pay raise. Look at all your loser friends. All they ever do is sit around playing videogames. No girls even want to date them. Half of them are unemployed or divorced. I don't want to see you lose your job. Why don't you take some classes at the community college?"
Jim always found this annoying. "I'm done with school. It's a waste of time. I make the same wage as you despite all that school you keep paying for. And I can afford my TV, my car, my xbox, my PS3, and my computer. Why should I pay all my money to some school for nothing?"
That was before the recession. Before the housing market collapsed and Jim's shifts were reduced down to one or two days a week, and his wages reduced. Now almost all his buddies were unemployed, though some had left for other states to find work. Meanwhile his girlfriend had graduated and they got married. With the honeymoon and excitement, there had been little time to think about work. But since things had settled down, Jim had begun to ask for more shifts. His boss had sympathized with him and even thrown him some extra hours, but it wasn't much.
This morning, Jim had no reason to get up early. There was no work today and like many men across the country, he was effectivly unemployed. His low skill level meant he was unlikely to find work in any of the knowledge-based service economy jobs that were available now. Those were mostly going to women, who made up the majority in all the colleges and universities. Jim had heard rumours of how men were "falling behind" in school, in college graduation rates, and now in employment. Women's rise as the top breadwinner in homes was now a fact in nearly one-third of all households, and growing. But Jim figured that work would eventually pick up, and things would get back to normal.
Until he checked his emails.
"We're sorry to inform you that Western Truss Manufacturing is no longer able to stay open. We will be closing our doors and centralizing production in another city at the end of the month. Residual jobs will be outsourced abroad to save costs for our investors. Our apologies for any inconventience this may cause you. Thank you for your service. Good luck in the future."
Jim swore and read over the email again. Other than a brief stint as a carwasher at the local dealership, this was the only full time job he had ever had. He was now dependent on Serena and his unemployment cheques. He was still sitting in the living room in his pajamas, playing xbox, when Serena came home from work. She was a beautiful brunette, standing 5'9" with a youthful figure. In her work clothes, she made Jim feel lazy. "Hey Jim. Ugh, I'm so tired from work. You should have seen the stack of papers on my desk this morning. There are so many new drug trials being worked on right now. Are you listening to me?"
She walked in front of the TV, and Jim tried to peer around her as she stood there in her pant suit. He finally paused the game and looked up at her, realizing he would have to tell her what had happened.
"Did you even get dressed today?" She asked, looking at him.
"I lost my job Serena."
"What?!" Serena's eyes widened and she seemed to forget his lack of focus and pajamas. "I thought you said things were going to pick up soon. How could this happen?"
Jim felt terrible. "I know! They said that sales weren't strong enough. They're closing the doors on the whole operation." He handed her his smartphone so she could see the email.
Serena took his phone and read it closely, nodding along as she read it, as if suddenly everything made sense. "Well, this is no surprise. I'd do the same thing." She finally said.
"What? How could you say that?"
"Oh common Jim. Who is building a new house around here these days? The company probably was losing money. They needed to cut costs. Besides, your job could probably be done by a machine anyway, or by someone in China making a fraction of your wage. We learned all this in my economics class last semester. Dr. Ja-"
Jim cut her off. "Okay, okay. Spare me the lecture. I just have to find another job."
Serena's expression shifted to a critical one. "That could be difficult. How are we going to afford to buy a house now? We'll be living on my wage."
"I'll find something. Don't worry."
"I don't know Jim. It's pretty rough out there for someone who has a degree, let alone someone with only a high school diploma. We'll have to cut costs. No more games. We should cut your xbox live subscription, and you need to stop buying beer. You might want to cut the insurance on your car too."
Jim got angry now, at her sudden bossiness. "I can manage my finances just fine Serina. No need to over react."
"They're my finances now Jim. You don't make money anymore. I told you I wanted to buy a house this year, and we'll never afford it if you keep spending the way you do. Find a cheaper hobby. Take public transit. I did it for years. I'm sure you can manage."
Jim stood up, 6'0" looking down at her so he could feel a bit more in control of things. "Listen, I will be making some money on unemployment for a while. Until then, don't be so bossy."
That was when their argument really exploded. The next day, Jim woke up on the couch. Serena was already at work. He found an internet print-out on his stomach, with job posting ciricled. Jim growled in annoyance. He loved his beautiful wife, but this was a side of her he didn't know existed.
As the week progressed, and then the month, his job search grew more and more desperate. At first he cooked dinner for Serena, but as failure began to eat away at him, he resorted increasingly to his video games to sooth his mind. The months began to roll by as Serena came home each day and told him about her job, but she became increasingly demanding, giving him chores, hiring him off to neighbours for small yardwork jobs, and finally getting into frequent fights with him over his joblessness.
Several times, when Jim asked to move to a place where labour jobs were abundant, like North Dakota or Alberta, she shot him down. "Why should we give up my good paying job for the chance that you might get a job? Can't you find anything here? Have you applied at McDonald's like I suggested?" She would ask, cutting into his pride, and the arguements would go into the evening.
One day Jim was playing COD and she came in. She walked over to the couch and Jim knew it was coming. "All you do is play videogames. Did you cancel your insurance and xbox live yet?"
Jim shook his head.
"Well we need to save money somehow. Either you do that or I will cut off the money." Serena crossed her arms in front of her full chest.
"You can't! I need my car. A lot of potential jobs require people with cars."
"Well, I need you to be spending less money or we'll have zero savings soon and I will have to take out a loan just to support your lifestyle. Unless... well, there is one other option." Serena rummaged in her purse.
Jim looked up curiously. "What?"
"Well the R&D department has been working on these weightloss pills that are supposed to help cut food consumption in the animal test subjects dramatically. Do you want to try them? If we cut your food consumption, that could help out. Though it still might not be enough." Serena pulled out a bottle containing big fat pink coloured capsules filled with clear liquid.
Jake shrugged. He was getting a bit chubby anyway from a lack of hard work. Besides, he'd rather keep his car and games. "Sure, I'll give it a try."
"You'll have to sign a waiver."
"I can do that later," he replied, letting her drop a pill into his hand. Jim quickly put it in his mouth dry and forced down the big pill.
"Don't you care about the side affects or how long it lasts?" Serena asked in surprise.
"Nah."
Serena looked at him for a while in silence. "Did you make dinner?"
"Oh, I forgot. I just had a sandwich."
Serena sighed and went into the kitchen. She began making food, but was banging around the kitchen to express her annoyance. That was when Jim began to feel weird. The controller in his hand seemed to swell suddenly, growing thicker and larger. He felt dizzy for a moment and then stood up. He clothes were very loose. "Holy shit, it really worked. I'm thinner!"
Serena heard him. "Seriously? Come in here!"
Jim held up his pants and came into the kitchen. "See, it..." He trailed off when he saw Serena. She stood over him by a whole head, looking down at her signifigantly shorter, smaller husband.
"Oh my God..." Serena covered her mouth with a manicured hand. "You're...shorter."
"You never said it would make me shorter Serena!"
"Well I didn't know! Though...I guess it makes sense. You DID lose weight. And you won't have the same appetite anymore will you?" She smirked slightly.
"This isn't funny Serena." Jim stood on his toes, trying to be taller.
Serena suddenly laughed. "Oh common Jim. It's kind of funny. I doubt it will really save me much money though. You'll need all new clothes now."
Jim felt betrayed when she laughed, then shivered, shrinking a couple more inches before her. Serena loomed taller before him. He barely came up to her full breasts now.
Serena gasped and watched him intently. John looked frightened as he dwindled in size before her, reflecting the new power balence in their relationship. She wrapped her arms around him and drew him close. They had not been intimate in several weeks due to their arguements over his job situation. John pressed against her soft yet firm curvy body. His frame was small now, his head nestled against her big pert breasts as her belly pressed into his chest. "I'm sorry Jim. I didn't mean to laugh. I'm worried too." Serena said softly, holding him closer, her fingers caressing his soft hair.
Jim hugged her tighter and his hips shifted against her thigh. Serena felt his movements and smiled slowly. "Do you want to go to bed honey?"
Jim nodded and she took his hand, leading him to their bedroom, enjoying how eager he suddenly was for comforting, and how much attention he was giving her. She pulled him on top of her as they crawled into bed, and Jim sunk between her long legs. She coaxed him into slowly removing her clothes as she stripped his shirt and pants away. He helped her remove her pencil skirt, and blouse, her lacy brassiere and black panties. Jim felt nervous for the first time, noticing how intently she watched him pull off her panties. She finally spoke softly. "I'm going to fuck you so hard." Serena's legs wrapped around him and he sunk inside of her wet pussy.
Jim struggled with feelings of role reversal and insecurity as his wife began to guide their sex, setting the pace and motion. Jim tried to push back, to set the usual pattern, but was surprised at his wife's aggression. Her hips rose and fell, faster and faster, and suddenly Jim found himself bouncing on top of her like a doll, his head bobbing and his cock pulsing like a piston in her vagina. "Ooo..." She cooed. "Don't stop." But Jim couldn't. She thrust and flexed, and he was along for the ride, holding onto her hips as she used him until her back arched and she moaned loudly, cumming against his pelvis.
Jim was so turned on by her display of sexuality that he orgasmed too, before she drew him against her and they fell asleep in each others' arms.
The next day was like any other. Except there was a love note from Serena on the table with a list of chores for him to do. Jim smiled but felt annoyed that she would treat him that way. He decided he might do one of the items on the list, after some gaming.
Before he knew it, Serena opened the front door. Jim shot out of his chair. "Oh shit." He realized nothing on the list had been touched all day.
He heard her downstairs. "What the hell? Nothing? You did nothing all fucking day?" Jim quickly moved to turn of the TV, but she swung open the door. "I knew it! You've been gaming. You're like a teenage boy."
"No Serena, I just sat down for a bi-"
She cut him off, "I don't want to hear it. You're pathetic. You can't even do a little housework around here? For all I do for you, I don't even get that?"
"Don't say that Serena."
"Why? Why shouldn't I? I don't know what has happened to men these days. So many of you are unemployed, or make pathetic wages. You can't pull decent grades when you actually are in school, and all you do is play videogames or look at porn. It's like...once women actually tried to compete in your world, we totally beat you, at everything!"
Jim flared up. "Not that feminist crap again Serena. You know I hate that stuff. I'll find a way to save money."
"It's not crap. It's reality. Men are inferior. It's only now that it's being finally proven. When everything is equal, you just can't compete with women." She paused, removing her coat and taking something from the pocket. "I already have a way to save money."
Jim swallowed as she removed a big clear pink pill from the pocket and held it out. "Swallow it."
Jim shook his head. "Are you crazy? Look at what that stuff did to me."
Serena nodded coldly, looking down at him. "Yes, it seems about right."
"What do you mean? I should be taller."
"Not if you refuse to be a man, to get a job or stop playing games. Now swallow this or I'm divorcing you."
Jim gasped, "But...you'll take half of everything. We just got married! My car. I...you wouldn't."
"Try me." Serena looked deadly serious as she gazed down at him with an air of superiority.
Jim slowly took the pill and put it in his mouth. "That's it," She said in a condescending tone. "You can do it."
He swallowed, wincing a bit at the size of the pill, forcing it down. Serena put her manicured, elegant hands on her hips and watched arrogantly.
Jim looked up at her and began to shrink. Serena's expression got colder as he got smaller, shrinking lower as her breasts loomed over his head; he got smaller yet as she towered over him, looking down at him while he dwindled becoming more diminutive before her. She finally sneered, her lip curling up bitchily, while her belly button rose into his line of sight.
"Pathetic," she finally said. "I can't believe I married you."
"B...but I did what you wanted Serena. Oh no...Oh god I'm so small! This can't be happening!"
"Of course you did what I want little Jimmy. That is what you will always do from now on. You will do what I say. You will never disagree. You will never question me. Is that clear?"
"What?" Jim asked, scared and confused.
Serena stepped closer to him, towering over his small frame completely, looming over him in an intimidating manner. "You will address me as Mistress."
Jim grew more afraid, beginning to tremble before her. "You can't do this Serena. I need to...to-"
"Don't make me force another pill down your throat little Jimmy! Look at you, barely up to my tummy, scrawny and wimpy. You will DO AS I SAY."
Jim swallowed and stood on his tip toes desperately, but Serena put her hand on the top of his head, pushing down, forcing him to the flats of his feet. "I don't think so." She said with a haughty laugh.
"Yes Mistress," Jim finally said.
"Good boy," Serena smiled darkly. "Last night was such an opportunity for you and you had to throw it all away. Now look what you did. Now look how the world is going to be for you. Forever."
Jim realized just how he had messed up, and struggled to contain his tears. He could not cry in front of Mistress Serena...not now. He was terrified of what would happen if he cried.
She moved away and began picking up his xbox and controllers. "What are you doing? " He asked. "Getting rid of all this. You won't be needing it anymore Jimmy."
"No that's mine!" He ran to save his precious console, but Serena shoved him back casually.
"Not anymore! Now get in the kitchen and start dinner."
"You...you bitch!"
Sarena stood up to her full height and turned. "What did you call me?"
Her voice was laced with intense quiet burning anger and Jim realized he had made a big mistake. "I...I'm sorry. I just don't think that-"
"Shut up! You little brat. I fucking work every day for us, pay for everything, and you call me a bitch? You're the bitch! You're my little bitchboy and it's pretty obvious what you need." Serena grabbed his wrist and sat down on the sofa, pulling him to her. She pushed him roughly over her skirt, draping him over her lap. She yanked down his lose pants.
Jim realized what she was about to do and began to struggle. "No. No!"
Smack! She began to spank him on his bare bottom, punishing him. Her spanking got harder as he struggled, the pain burning on his ass as her hand impacted over and over, her hair coming undone and hanging in wisps down her angry beautiful face. Jim kicked and finally his face screwed up and he burst into sobbing tears as the pain and humiliation became too much. He began to cry and sob as Mistress Serena spanked him hard.
"That's right little Jimmy. You need to learn your lesson. You will never EVER speak to me that way again. Is that understood?"
Jim nodded, tears running down his cheeks as she let him stand back up. He was just below eyelevel to her as she sat on the sofa and he stood rubbing his bottom. "I'm sorry Mistress Serena."
She smiled, her lips turning up in a smirk as he sniffled. "Good boy little Jimmy-bean. Now go make supper while I finish what I was doing here."
Jim shuffled off, obeying her as she removed his games, his consoles, and took them away. He didn't even know where. It didn't matter anymore. He knew she no longer saw him as a husband. The way she looked at him, the way her expression had changed as he shrunk, it had terrified him. He was intimidated and yet in awe of his wife now. He struggled to cook for her. His small size made it very hard. But eventually he got it done.
As he set the table, she came back upstairs wearing tight yoga pants and a blue tank top. "Well done Jimmy-bean!" She ruffled his hair and laughed.
Jim blushed and noticed the camel-toe outline of her crotch just below the level of his chin. He had always loved those pants, but now he began to feel a strange sense of intimidation. He shook his head, backing away. Men shouldn't be intimidated by a woman's sex. It's supposed to be the other way around, he thought.
He looked up and noticed her watching him. When he met her eyes she smiled slowly and laughed quietly. Jim pulled out her chair and she sat down, acting as if she hadn't noticed anything. "Let's eat," she said. Digging into the meal.
Jim picked at his food, his appetite not very strong. He ate a couple vegitables and finally gave up. Serena finished eating and noticed Jim's plate. "Not hungry?"
Jim shook his head. "Well don't waste it. Put it in a container and I will take it to work for my lunch."
"Yes Mistress," said Jim. He stood and took the food to the kitchen, clearing the table and doing as he was told. As he was cleaning up in the kitchen he realized Serena was standing in the doorway watching him. She began to make random comments.
"You may be small, but you're still kind of out of shape, you know?"
A few minutes later. "I never realized how much hair you have until now."
Eventually. "I enjoyed last night. Too bad you're so little now."
Jim finally turned, almost finished his clean-up. "What do you mean?"
"Well, how could you please me now Jimmy? Look at you. You just don't measure up to a woman like me any more. Unless..."
Jim's hopes surged. "A growth hormone?"
Serena laughed dismissively. "No silly. Unless you were a bit smaller, then you would be perfect for oral." She stared at him, sizing him up with her eyes.
Jim shook his head. "No way. I'm not getting any smaller!"
Serena had been acting fairly casual, but now her brow furrowed. "You do not say no to me Jimmy. How do you propose that you pleasure me? If I want you to be a bit smaller, for my own enjoyment, then that is what you will do."
"But Serena...er...Mistress Serena, I'm already so small! Please don't make me do that."
"Well, I suppose I could always just fuck one of the big guys from work that always hits on me." Serena smiled at him.
Jim looked shocked. "Oh no! You wouldn't!"
Serena's smile widened. "Oh yes. I would." She pulled out a big pink pill.
Jim took it in his hands and stared at the pill, while Serena stroked his soft hair. "Now be a big boy and swallow down your medicine."
Jim trembled. "Please Serena...I will do anything you want. Please..."
Serena paused. "Fine. I will not make you swallow the pill, but you have to swallow these ones instead then." She pulled out an alternate bottle and replaced the pink pill with numerous other pills of different colours.
Jim stared at the pills in his hand. "What do they do?"
"It's a mystery," said Serena, laughing mischieviously.
Jim stood there, thinking. Anything had to be better than getting smaller. He hesitated, looking up at his towering wife.
"Well? I'm getting impatient. What's your choice?"
Jim grabbed a glass of water and quickly downed the pills. Serena gasped. "Oh my god...you'd rather do that than please me? I can't believe you're so stupid."
Jim looked up at her in confusion. "What do you mean?" Suddenly he shivered, feeling weird...his body getting slim and softer, still manly but more vulnerable.
"Oh, a little of this, a little of that. I chose some stuff that sounded fitting." Serena stepped closer, inspecting him, she ran her hand over his arm, and the hairs just fell away...leaving Jim's skin completely bare.
"Oh my god, my hair! Jim looked down, realizing all of his body hair was falling away, except from his head. He felt changes in his hormones, his emotions becoming erratic as he looked up at Serena. He suddenly began to tremble, feeling incredibly intimidated by her. What was happening to him?
"What's wrong Jimmy? Scared?" Serena laughed darkly, watching her husband look up at her in awe.
Jim shook his head, closing his eyes, but when he looked up he felt his emotions surge, deep feelings of submissiveness and dependence were blossoming inside of him, stronger than they ever had been. Mistress Serena's feminine curves burned into his mind and he felt inferior to her completely.
"You were so afraid of pleasing me, you took those drugs, you stupid little man. You fucking dumb little boy. Well...I promised." Serena stepped into her high heels. "But at least I have these."
Serena gained 5 inches as she stepped into her black heels, her crotch rising to eye level with Jim, her tight yoga pants revealing an obvious camel-toe right before his face. She burst into laughter, arrogant mocking laughter.
"Oh my gawwwd. You're so pathetic and short. You barely come up to my pussy!!" She laughed again while Jim's eyes widened.
Serena slammed her heel down beside his small foot. "Get your little tongue into action Jimmy!" She pulled down her yoga pants and thong, to reveal a moist crotch, her slit waiting. Jim stepped back, intimidated. His diminutive smooth frame before her, Jim noticed now how strong her thighs were and how sexy and developed her hips and pelvis seemed now. He couldn't stop staring at her wet pussy lips and groomed patch of pubic hair.
"Do it. Get your little nose in there; use that bouncy soft tongue of yours, or I will force-feed you pink pills until I can shove you up into my pussy like a dildo," Serena hissed, her eyes burning with dominant energy.
Jim trembled at this threat, but obeyed, stepping between her soft, thick, yet toned thighs and pushing his small head between them, into her sex. He began to lick softly, pleasing his Mistress Wife. His tongue licked and pushed, his small nose sinking in, just as she had said. Jim's face was smothered in her pussy as he stood licking, her 5 inch heels on the outsides of his small feet. Serena's back arched, her pelvis thrusting forward into his face, rubbing it as she got off on him. Juices slowly ran down his face and neck as he licked. Serena gasped and laughed, guiding him with a hand on the back of his head.
"Ohhh yes, eat me my little husband. Now you know your place. Mmmm..."
Jim did not know how much time went by as he licked and nuzzled, sucked and rubbed. Eventually his Mistress began to pant, and moan louder, until she eventually came, her legs flexing on either side of him, and a burst of rich juices flooded over his small face. He continued to lick her, far into the night, moving to the bed, until she eventually tired of it and fell asleep, his face buried between her legs under the covers.
We he woke the next day, Jim knew he only had a limited time, until she would finally use the pink pill, until she would make him permanently the perfect height for oral. He knew how much Serena loved getting oral. Jim came into the kitchen, and was confronted with a massive list of chores. At the bottom, next to the red lipstick imprint of a kiss, was written, "Do this or else I make you smaller tonight LITTLE BOY."
Jim stared at the last two words, written in capitals with thick pen stroke. He realized he had no choice. And got to work quickly, terrified of the idea of getting smaller, of Serena being even more tall and imposing to him.
Among the chores were cleaning, cooking, laundry, gardening, and homework. Serena had left a pile of radical feminist readings from her Women's Studies classes for him to read. Jim knew she would know if he did not read what she had set out for him. She would undoubtly quiz him for her own amusement, to watch him sweat and to feel superior. Jim saved the reading until last, dreading it.
Serena came home later that evening with a number of shopping bags, proudly announcing, "Well I found a way to put the money from all your videogame stuff to good use! Check out my new boots."
Jim noticed the intimidating black boots with a very high heel she was wearing. All of his gaming stuff, gone...into those boots. He barely came up to the zipper of her tight bluejeans. She looked down at him over her big swelling chest. "Don't worry Jimmy, I also got some stuff for you," she proclaimed, digging around in her purse, past lipstick and tampons.
"Oh here we go." She pulled out a small pair of tighty whities. "They might be a bit small, but, you'll um...shrink into them," Serena laughed loudly at her own joke and stretched out the underwear between her thumb and middle finger in her right hand. Her red nails pulled the waistband tight until they snapped and shot at Jim, bouncing against his head.
"Haha! Put them on Jimmy, so I can see," she said, looking down at him with a smirk on her lips.
Jim pulled down his boxers and she moaned. "Ooo...what a hunk." Her tone was teasing and mocking.
He blushed and pulled up the tight white briefs, which molded to his body making him feel vulnerable and on display. She towered over him in her boots, jeans and expensive sweater. "Perfect," Serena said, slipping a finger into the waistband and pulling it back, stretching it out and then letting it snap hard back against his skin, causing Jim to wince.
"Hey!" said Jimmy.
"Aww...did that sting Jimmy-bean? Come on, turn around for Momma. Let me see everything." Serena put her hands on her hips, staring down at him intently as he spun, modeling the underwear for her.
"Once I get you a little bit smaller, you'll be the most perfect little pussy-sucking husband!" She clapped her hands together and grinned. "She reached down and stroked his hair softly. "Now, what did you learn in your homework today Jimmy?"
To be continued...