httyB spin-off (Patreon)

(unrelated to the main story, this was commissioned recently based off v2. even tho it didn't end yet. the timeline's fuzzy, idk, it's a spin-off and a commission so i just wrote what they wanted me to write 🤷🏽‍♀️)

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The summer after Reese Smith’s graduation from high school had so far proven to be the exact opposite of the respite that he’d longed for. The first and worst reason was that his DSD had had an “aftershock” of sorts, and by the end of June, he’d found himself down another couple inches. The last time he measured, he was a few hairs above three feet tall (literally; if he had a buzzcut, he’d probably be under). Olivia had obviously not passed on the opportunity to tease him about it every day. Because not only was he going through a second shrinking spurt, but she had inexplicably contracted PGS—Post-pubescent Growth Syndrome—and had herself grown to an astonishing 6’8. The poetic cruelty of it all was that while DSD was a genetic disorder, and thus, non-contagious, PGS was a viral disease which had been transmitted to Olivia. Yet even though the two lived together, it clearly never passed on from girl to boy. He would’ve killed for just another inch of height, and yet fate had bestowed the exact opposite instead.

Though Reese didn’t want to admit it, his hope that he’d contract the virus that had blessed the woman he lived with was the primary reason why he found himself returning to his subservient lifestyle all over again after school was over. He no longer was obligated to serve Olivia as he had a few months ago, and he certainly didn’t enjoy acting like her personal butler, but he secretly hoped that if he spent enough time around her, he’d have a better chance of contracting her disease. So he continued to massage her back, shave her legs, paint her nails.

The last few weeks were different though. Tracy was currently on assignment in Amsterdam for work, and with Stuart's job now remote, he’d decided to join her for the summer, leaving Reese and Olivia alone. Reese hadn’t even enjoyed a full 24 hours before she had invited Parker over though, her six-and-a-half foot friend with benefits. The tinge of contempt Reese felt that he didn’t have anyone of his own to invite over was bad enough, but listening to the two giants having long, unabashed sex was like twisting the knife. They were so loud that wearing headphones didn’t even fully drown out the commotion; every thrust from Parker seemed to shake the house. And he came over to fuck every damn day.

Today was no different. It was a hundred degrees outside, so Reese was staying inside where it was cool, when Olivia came home from her job at the gym downtown. The two greeted each other casually before Olivia headed upstairs to quickly change, returning to the kitchen to make herself a smoothie while Reese sat in the living room and watched TV. “Hey, Parker’s coming over again tonight,” she told Reese. “I’m pretty busted from work so I’m gonna need you to rub my feet before he gets here.” She was so nonchalant about the whole thing that she didn’t even bother to ask, and joined him on the couch after pouring her smoothie.

“You can’t even bother asking me?” Reese scowled. He was starting to lose hope in ever catching her virus, and wanted to push back against how much she nonchalantly and unapologetically used him to prep before Parker came over.

She grabbed the remote sitting on the coffee table and immediately exited the show Reese was watching to find something of her own, ignoring his helpless protests. “You don’t have a job and I’ve been working all day, it’s my turn for the TV,” she explained. “And no, I didn’t bother asking you because I already know you’re gonna say yes anyways. No point in patronizing you.” To drive home her point, she swung her feet up onto Reese’s lap, who cringed at how smelly her sweaty, tanned soles were, each one as large as his entire chest.

“Ugh, you can’t even take a shower first?” he protested. He tried pushing them off, but she was effortlessly stronger than him, and held them in place as if he was simply too weak to ever move them in the first place.

“I’ll shower after this episode,” she said, placing her left foot on his shoulder—which was close enough to his head that he could feel the heat emanating from her sole—and her right foot in his hands, expectantly, all while focusing her gaze on the TV.

“School’s over, Olivia, I’ve graduated,” Reese replied, successfully shrugging her foot off his shoulder and holding his hands up defiantly. “You can’t make me do all this shit for you anymore.”

Olivia raised an eyebrow and turned to look at the little man for the first time since coming in the room. “What’s with all this attitude lately? Is this about Parker?” She scoffed at the idea that came into her head, crossing her arms. “I think you’re jealous of him. He gets to bear all the fruits of your labor while you sit and sulk downstairs.”

“Well, yeah!” Reese immediately replied. “I mean, yes he benefits from me, but no I’m not jealous of him. That’s… gross.”

A moment passed as Olivia watched him, trying to gauge what he was thinking, before she sighed and stood up from the couch. “Okay, fine. I’ll shower first, and then you can give me a massage.” Towering several feet above him, she had to bend over as she reached out her hand to him. “Deal?” Reese’s eyes momentarily glanced at her boobs, massive and easily visible from looking down her shirt, before briefly matching her intense eye contact as he shook her hand. As soon as she stood back up and he watched her hips swaying as she walked away, he questioned why he’d just agreed to yet another foot rub after supposedly taking a stand against her—and whether she could tell he was lying when he said that listening to Parker constantly fucking Olivia's brains out didn’t make Reese insanely horny and jealous every single day.

~

About an hour later, Reese was starting to wonder what was taking Olivia so long in coming down to cash in that foot rub. Despite trying to convince himself that helping her prep for sex without being the one to receive any basically made him an entry-level cuckold, he still found himself wandering upstairs and towards Olivia's room. Her door was open, and her lights mostly dimmed, as he knocked on the door and cautiously poked his head inside.

She was at her vanity, dressed in a tantalizingly short black nightgown and brushing her hair. “Great timing,” she said softly, encouraging him to come in.

“I’m just, um, probably gonna head out after helping with your massage,” Reese found himself saying. It was a Friday, and Friday nights were when Olivia and Parker seemed to go at it the longest. As he’d done many times before, he knelt next to her stool, waiting for her to turn and offer him her feet.

“Isn’t your car broken?” she chuckled. “Where are you going without a car? Is someone picking you up? Do you have a date?” As she asked, her thick, bronzed thighs, freshly shaved and still soft from her lotion, swiveled one by one in Reese’s direction. He’d been looking up at her, but as her legs briefly opened up, he noticed in his peripheral vision that she wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his eyes instinctively darted downwards, just in time for her to cross her legs and offer up her foot for the little guy's hands. She’d been watching him, and giggled when she saw how he’d immediately tried to sneak a peek at her without even thinking. “What is it?” she teased, gently prodding him with her foot.

“I um… uh…” he stammered, his train of thought blocked off from forming any coherent sentences.

“I’ll admit, I have really liked having you as my personal little servant over the past couple months,” she continued, turning her attention back to her mirror as she set her brush down and made the finishing touches with her hands. “I get why you don’t like when Parker comes over, but are you really all that annoyed by the little things you do for me? I feel like, compared to most, we got along pretty well when we were kids. Even though you’re a boy and a few years younger than me, we still hung out a lot.”

Reese didn’t realize she expected a response until she turned to look at him, and he blushed. “Yeah, I… I like helping you out sometimes. And—” he began to say, playing the moment when she opened her legs over and over in his head, but unable to add that he liked being close to her.

“Well, I cancelled on Parker, so you don’t actually need to rub my feet. But I’m glad you wanted to anyways. Just put my heels on for me.” Reese was confused why Olivia was still dolling herself up, but grabbed her nearby 4-inch heels and slid them on her feet.

She told him to stand up, and they both did, facing each other in the dimly lit presence of her bedroom. His eyes trailed up her long legs that towered higher than his entire height; past the edge of her nightgown that barely concealed the fact that she wasn’t wearing any underwear; past her heaving breasts that strained so far from her figure that it made the nightgown look like a dress, and whose nipples were evident through the glossy fabric; up to her beautiful, soft-featured face, framed by her wavy blonde hair that was still slightly damp from her shower. “What do you think?” she smirked. “Is Parker missing out?”

Reese could barely stammer out his answer, “I don’t—Olivia, I’m your...”

“Just answer the question,” she cooed, taking a step forward and nearly causing Reese to fall over. She was standing so close to him that he could only see her eyes above her cleavage. “Don’t change the subject, don’t give a joke answer, and don’t you dare try to lie again. Just tell me: how do you think I look?”

The way she phrased it made it seem like there was only one correct answer, and her brazen display of sexuality was so arresting that Reese knew deep down that he had no chance of successfully lying. “You’re so fucking hot,” he admitted, the first complete sentence he’d said yet.

She scoffed, “Good. Then follow me.” Her right leg moved forward, and he turned to watch it glide past him. But then her whole body was shifting, and her other leg brushed his back, as she casually took a giant step over his entire body. He froze, too scared to look up at her exposed vagina, but as soon as he had time to contemplate such a possibility it was already over and she’d stepped past him. His eyes continued to track her leg, now ogling her bubbly, barren ass cheeks rhythmically rubbing against each other as she walked away. She stopped at the door, turning to look behind her and give him a look, which is when he remembered that she’d ordered him to follow, and he jogged after her, mesmerized by the 22-year-old's fat ass and swaying hips. He didn’t even think about where she might be leading him, or why, but he was too entranced by her overwhelming beauty to disobey her command.

They entered the other bedroom, where Olivia dimmed the lights again, before standing next to their bed. He stared at her, mumbling, “Wait… what are  you—”

“Stand on top of the bed.”

As if she had control over his body, he found himself slowly walking towards her, and then climbing onto the lofty, king-sized bed. She stepped in front of him and proceeded to take his shirt off while ignoring his  squirms of unease. And then she was pushing him, forcing him onto his back and sliding him into the center of the bed as she crawled on top of him. He had only enough time to quickly say her name—“Olivia!”—before she leaned down and her lips enveloped his own.

What took him by surprise, even after months of being dwarfed by her size and unmitigated superiority, was how forcefully her tongue overtook his own. Like the times they had wrestled as kids, and she eventually overpowered him, now too did her tongue upon its initial foray into his small and meager mouth. As Olivia held Reese’s arms down by simply laying on him, her tongue forced itself upon his own and held it down like it was in trouble, as sloppy sounds rung from their lips cascading into each other just outside.

Then Reese found himself kissing her back, and though she remained a dominant presence in his mouth, she let up just enough to let him taste her and experiment. Just enough that his tongue still had to struggle against hers, and once he’d finally, just barely been able to dip into her own mouth, she pulled away to leave him craving more.

But breaking away caused the dwindling ethical side of Reese to attempt one last fight, as if the universe was watching and expected him to. “Be realistic, we can’t do this!” he half-heartedly exclaimed, trying to convince himself of their wrongdoing as much as he was Olivia.

“Then I guess you’d better not tell anyone,” she whispered. “But I won’t stop you from leaving…” she continued, pulling her gown off and exposing her breasts right over his head, “unless you want to stay?” He was speechless, but it wouldn’t have even mattered if he wasn’t, as her body leaned into his and her bosom crowded his face. One of her nipples found its way to his mouth, and as it grazed his lips, he seemed to finally transform, and his resolve crumpled under her sexual pressure. Reese reached his hands up and grabbed one of Olivia’s boobs, which from his shrunken perspective seemed significantly larger than a basketball (and obviously magnitudes bigger than his head), and then instinctively began sucking on her nipple. He almost looked like a baby suckling on Olivia's teat, finally accepting what she had to offer after years of willful ignorance. For a few minute, the two simply lay on the bed, Olivia giving Reese time to adjust to his new position.

But it didn’t take Olivia long to get bored, and she suddenly sat up straight, pulling Reese’s pants and underwear down. She turned around, and her feet cupped his head as her calves straddled his frail body and her thighs kept him pinned to the mattress. She grabbed his dick, and traced the tip of it around the inside of her thighs, teasing him for what was to come. But yet again he ruined the moment, blurting out, “I don’t have a condom!” Olivia sighed, and then rolled her eyes after he heard her and added, “So I don’t know if we should, you know…”

“Aw, the poor little fella doesn’t have a condom,” she cooed, pushing his dick against his stomach and then sitting on it like she’d sentenced it to a time-out. “And he can’t have sex with me unless he has a condom, now can he?” As she mocked him, she began grinding her ass against his hips, her ass cheeks rubbing his tortured dick over and over. “It’s just too bad that he’s too scared to feel what it would be like.” As she gyrated against him, she’d wiggled her hips from side to side every so often, so that his dick would get grazed by her pussy’s lips every so often before getting flattened again beneath her butt.

“We can do anal?” he asked, a little too eagerly, shifting uncomfortably out of sexual desperation.

But the idea only made Olivia laugh. “You have to earn the right to ask for something like that.” Not because she was worried about it hurting—how could it, at Reese’s size?—but because she loved the idea of withholding satisfaction from him. Even in bed, she was thrilled by every prospect she had to tease him.

So instead, she crawled off the bed, beckoning for Reese to follow. He landed on the floor in front of her, and realized that since she wasn’t wearing any underwear, he was now level with her sex—actually, he was even shorter than it. He looked up slightly as her pussy gazed over him, just as Olivia herself had done all throughout their upbringing, and he felt a sudden sense of compounded inferiority. He realized she was expecting him to service her, but just as she stepped forward, her hand came down and her long fingers wrapped themselves firmly around his neck.

Although she wasn’t cutting off his oxygen supply, Reese initially assumed he’d made a mistake, but Olivia had only grabbed him so she could lift him into the air and tug his pants off of his ankles and pull his shirt off. Once he was naked, she eyed his dick with a glint in her eye, and then turned his body upside down, grabbing him by the ankles.

Once again, Reese found himself face to face with her vaj, albeit by way of being dangled in mid-air. The shrunken teenager’s ankles were small enough that they could both be held by just Olivia’s right hand, freeing her other hand to press with a soft but assertive urgency against the back of Reese’s upside-down head; now he had permission to eat her out.

He wasn’t the most skilled, but what the boy’s tongue lacked in technique he made up for in passion. Such reckless abandon of sucking her clit and licking around the folds of her vulva might have annoyed other girls, but it didn’t seem to bother Olivia. She enjoyed being able to teach him what to do, even without needing to say anything, as she used her free hand to guide his head around, sometimes even grabbing his tongue and showing him what to do, like grabbing a painter’s hand and dictating their strokes. She used his head like he was a living sex toy—which was ironic, of course—and in turn, once he got the rhythm down, he also realized that she had buried his torso between her tits. With his dick disappearing into the chasm of her cleavage, he began rabidly humping her breasts, with her free hand alternating between pressing his face into her pussy and squeezing her boobs around his meager frame.

After a bit, she raised his body up several feet, so that she was now the one level with his genitals and he nearly spasmed upon feeling her pouty, pillowy lips wrapped themselves around his member. Her hefty tongue swirled itself dizzily around his shaft before scooping his balls up and easily burying his entire package in her mouth. He felt like his dick was being vacuum sealed inside her mouth, but he managed to return the favor and return to sucking on her nipples and fondling her breasts while she tried to suck him dry. He didn’t want it to end, but he was utterly incapable of holding back as the tip of Olivia’s tickled his balls, like they were teasing them and daring him to release himself. He was only able to hold out for so much longer before he exploded, and his body shivered with ecstasy as he fed Olivia wave after wave of his cum. Without so much as even hesitating, and without letting up the forceful sucking that had caused him to break in the first place, she accepted everything he had to give, effortlessly swallowing all of Reese's jizz while he barely managed to keep stimulating her nipples. Once he had finished, left feeling so dry that he honestly might’ve weighed less than a minute ago, he expected Olivia to set him down.

But instead of lowering him back to the floor, she stopped once he was in front of her pussy again, and got his face pushed back towards the action. “Your work isn’t done yet,” Olivia murmured, now a little more forceful than before. Reese tried to keep up and pleasure her as best he could—he even thought (somewhat selfishly) that her clit was perfectly sized for the mouth of someone his size—but he just couldn’t satisfy Olivia enough. So she continued to press his face harder against herself, and he had to give up even tonguing her since she was started to use his entire head as a way to massage her sex. Smells overtook him and tastes invaded him, and she only let up for a brief moment to tell him “Hold your breath,” a command that both mystified and electrified him. He did as he was told and did his best to fill his lungs with her musk, before she finally pushed against his head one last time, and to his surprise, felt his entire head become swallowed up by the giant woman's hungry cunnt. A splash of fear sprinkled his soul as he realized just how small he had really become, the insides of Olivia’s pussy massaging every inch of his head and holding him captive. Every time he’d had sex with someone in his life before, he’d technically been able to say that he was “inside” of them at one point. But simply sticking his dick in couldn’t compare to his entire head being buried inside a woman’s vagina. The fact that he was even able to fit was practically a miracle—almost as if it was fate that a boy living with such a gigantic girl would shrink to the size he had.

Feeling Reese's head inside of her gave Olivia the push she needed to finally climax and reach a satisfying conclusion, and she heaved a massive sigh as her head rolled back and she basked in the feeling that only a man as small as him would be able to give her. For a brief few seconds, she stood there in the room, with her vaj squeezing the teenager's head and holding on tight, his body dangling between her sturdy thighs, until he finally needed to breathe again and he pushed himself out, crumpling to the floor at her feet. As he wiped his eyes clear of her fluids and looked up at her, grinning above him and already eager for more, he knew that this summer, their relationship, and his entire life itself was about to drastically change in an unimaginable but exhilarating way.

~

Parker received the breakup text later that day.

He didn’t know what he’d done wrong, and he sent several texts to try and gleam more information about why Olivia was breaking up with him. But her responses were brief and fleeting; “and besides,” she’d messaged, “we were never officially together anyways.” And that was the end of it.

Little did Parker know that he’d been broken up with because of his competition though, competition that came from the last place he’d ever have expected. Reese might be three feet tall, an obvious end-all detail for other women, but he did have the added bonus of already living with her. He was always at home, he was willing to do anything she asked (both inside the bedroom but outside of it too), and his shrunken sized proved, somewhat paradoxically, to make her sex life all the more exciting in ways she’d never have been able to anticipate.

With everyone else in the house basically gone for the summer, Reese’s and Olivia’s relationship escalated to unforeseen heights, as if they were actually boyfriend and girlfriend. He gave her foot rubs every morning, he assisted with her grooming every afternoon, and he slept in her bed enveloped in her arms every night. If anything, Reese was even more enthusiastic about helping her shave or paint her nails than before, because he now directly reaped the benefits. And in turn, Olivia finally had his unspoken consent to treat him absolutely however she wanted. Gentle on some days, rough and rowdy on others, but usually somewhere in between. She felt like her he truly belonged to her now. And with their boundaries finally eviscerated, she couldn’t wait to see just how far he’d allow her to take him.