Their home was happy, once. 

Before Chloe dejectedly gazed across at her lover from the cold nightstand adjacent to the bed Michelle slept on, she watched from right next to her. Under the covers, Chloe would drag her hand against Michelle's warm body, kissing down her girlfriend’s back until she woke up with a smile, happy to see her. 

Things were good for them— it was hard enough being a lesbian in a society where same sex couples were often frowned upon, but Chloe knew it was harder for Michelle. Futas were still a relatively new concept that the world was just starting to come to terms with. Women born with dicks were not a new concept, but often intersex people lived a life of shame in which they hid their parts from the world. Only recently were people more open about it, and Chloe never cared that Michelle was a futa. 

Their home was bright thanks to Chloe’s immeasurable decoration skills, and Michelle’s immaculate baking skills always kept them warm and fed. When work or bigots got her down, Chloe could always come home to Michelle’s smile greeting her. They’d crank up the heat and watch a funny movie, falling asleep early on the couch in each other’s embrace. 

How desperately did Chloe long for that embrace. Michelle looked so lonely sleeping by herself, and Chloe couldn’t help but feel the deep shallowness in her heart knowing that she was banished to the nightstand. She was forced to suffer from only a few feet away, watching her ex-lover’s giant save roll around in bed. Michelle was never this restless when they slept together. 

Chloe’s bare feet dragged against the drawer. She moved them back and forth, trying to save herself from the boredom. She hasn’t slept well since they broke up— even after Michelle agreed to let her move back in. Chloe circled a finger around the ligature dawning her ankles. Her wrists had the same mark, but yesterday’s even had left them too painful to touch still. 

Michelle groaned, her body shifting in bed. Chloe didn’t like to think about the week they were broken up. She was a miserable, moping mess that spent her days crying alone. All her friends abandoned her when they found out about her partner’s “condition,” though Chloe didn’t mind. She chose Michelle over them, and would do it again in a heartbeat. 

Every day she begged Michelle to take her back, and for 6 days Michelle told her to leave, complaining about how much of a pathetic mess Chloe had reduced herself to. But Chloe was nothing without Michelle, and on the 7th day Michelle delivered an ultimatum. 

Chloe could come back to live with her, but she would do so as a pet and nothing more. She’d shrink herself, living only for Michelle’s amusement. Chloe accepted happily, and had been with Michelle for a few weeks at only a few inches tall. 

The torture seemed relentless, but Chloe knew if she could just stick it out that Michelle would agree to take her back. The past couple days have been the best she ever had with Michelle. She seemed happy again, smiling a lot more. She didn’t acknowledge Chloe any more than before, but Chloe could tell what she was doing was working. Given a little time, the two would be back together. Their home would be happy once more. 

Another groan came from Michelle. She should be up by now. The digital clock next to Chlow was huge, so she had to step back to see the time. It was 6:02 am. Chloe gasped, realizing that Michelle’s alarm hadn’t gone off. Despite the groans, she slept so peacefully. 

Michelle had expressed multiple times that Chloe not leave her nightstand for any reason, less Michelle keep her in a cage next, but given her recent lift in attitude Chloe decided that it might be good for their relationship if Chloe woke her up. 

So, Chloe took the dangerous jump from the nightstand to the bed. She fell on the mattress, her body aching as she landed. She reached for the side of her rib cage that had been fractured the week before, figuring it must still be healing. Usually it only took a few days for her ribs to start feeling better, this injury must’ve been more serious. 

Thinking for a moment, Chloe decided she’d wake Michelle up the way she used to. Now only was it sweet, but Chloe figured it would remind Michelle of the good times they had together. She walked up to her, Michelle’s face getting bigger with each step. Her morning breath rolled over her as she snored softly. Chloe wanted to kiss her lips, but she wanted to wait until Michelle returned her to full size. 

Chloe started with her neck, kissing just under Michelle’s chin and working down to the V-shaped indent at the top of her chest. Michelle’s chest was a size larger than Chloe’s, though when she slept her C-cup bra was absent. Instead the girl’s long dark hair flowed past her shoulder and draped over Michelle’s nipple. 

Touching the top of Michelle’s breasts, Chloe’s lip quivered. They were perfect, and Chloe couldn’t help but release a little drool as she planted her first kiss upon them. Chloe kissed down, thankful Michelle slept on her side and that she had access to her breasts. 

Her nipples were soft, and her body shook as Michelle ran her hand down one. As she kissed it, Chloe was reminded of how harmful they could be when pointy. She remembered how forcefully they stabbed her face the day Michelle tied her to them. Wanting to keep her memories fond, she pushed the thought aside and continued down Michelle’s body. 

Chloe bent her head as she stepped under the covers. She kissed down Michell’s underboob, took her time kissing her stomach. It growled, though it didn’t sound like she was hungry. Michelle hated having her belly button touched before, so Chloe skipped it, but Michelle did take the occasional fancy to shoving Chloe’s face in there and covering her in sweat now that she was tiny. 

Now at the hip, Chloe grew anxious. She had mixed feelings about what would come after. She was lustful, her eyes widened knowing she was about to reach Michelle’s member. Despite her longing for it, however, Chloe’s body screamed to run away. Most of her torture the past few weeks had been at the will of Chloe’s 6 inch cock, but Chloe wanted to show Michelle that she still loved it. She still loved her. 

Her bladder had been mostly clean shaven, though Michelle still purposely kept long greasy hairs to torment Chloe with. She often used those hairs to bind Chloe’s body to her dick, and they were always covered in a firm layer of sweat. Incase Michelle could feel her, Chloe kissed the hairs as she made her way down, happy Michelle couldn’t her face wince in disgust. 

She shivered at the base of Michelle’s dick. It wasn’t hard, standing semi at 3 inches. Chloe’s plan was working, Michelle’s body was reacting positively to what she was doing. Chloe kissed the tip, letting herself have more fun than she had before. She kissed down the shaft, unable to contain her giggles as the dick grew in massive size. It was more than double her size when fully erect. 

Chloe kissed around the sweat as she reached the base of the tip. She kissed the pink flesh, feeling the hard cock twitch as she did. Michelle was fidgeting in bed, finally waking up. Her plan was working. 

Licking up some precum that dripped from Michelle’s tip, Chloe kissed down the underside of Michelle’s cock. This part was sweatier as they had been stuck to Michelle’s balls all night, and this notion was more evident once Chloe reached Michelle’s sack. It was covered in a layer of slime and solidified precum. Each ball was as big as Chloe and caused Michelle’s sack to sag.

Unfortunately, Chloe only got to kiss one of Michelle’s balls before she woke up bitter. Michelle’s giant hand reached down and grabbed Chloe forcefully, squeezing her harsher than she needed to keep the tiny girl secured in her grip. Chloe struggled for air as Michelle raised her to her face. She didn’t look as happy as Chloe imagined. 

“What the fuck Chloe?” Michelle’s morning breath shot more forcefully over her. 

Chloe murmured. Realizing Chloe didn’t have enough room in her grip to speak, she loosed up her grasp. “I’m sorry Goddess,” Michelle had expressed explicitly this to be how Chloe referred to her, “But your alarm didn’t go off. I wanted to wake you like old times and—” Michelle heard enough, tightening her grip on Chloe once more to silence her. 

Michelle’s eyebrows tightened in frustration, her slender fingers rubbing against them. “I really didn’t have time for your shit today.” said Michelle. “I don’t go in today, why are you such a fucking— you know what, it doesn’t matter. If you wanna act like a piece of shit, you can go where shit goes.” 

The hand pulled Chloe back under the covers. Chloe wanted to apologize, say she didn’t know and try to convince Michelle to let her go back to her nightstand. Chloe cursed herself for ruining her chance with Michelle. If Michelle went back to being cruel and uncaring Chloe would never forgive herself. 

Michelle reached behind herself, giving Chloe a view of her magnificent ass. Chloe was pushed right for the crack, her face then body shoved right into it. Michelle didn’t stop at the opening, shoving Chloe close to her anus before rolling over and going back to sleep. 

Chloe cried. Not because of the grand pressure that compressed her from both sides, threatening to break more of her beaten body. Nor was it because of the awful smell emanating from Michelle’s giant asshole that tore at her nose and made her want to barf. No, Chloe cried because she failed. She upset Michelle and hurt her chances with her. How much more pain would Chloe have to endure to prove to Michelle how much she loved her? 

The bruises on Chloe’s body ached as Michelle rolled around. They would never heal right with how often Chloe was beaten. Some of her bruises were new— like the one on her upper left arm from where she landed when Michelle dropped her from a table— but some were old— like the one on her stomach from how hard Michelle flicked her with her middle finger. The old ones had been rebruised so often the skin turned a blackish shade of yellow. If Chloe was thankful for one thing in her shrunken life, it was that she wasn’t tall enough to see the mirror. 

Chloe tried sleeping, but Michelle’s unconscious body wouldn’t allow that. When her cheeks weren’t pressing so hard into her that she had to cup her hands over her mouth to stop herself from screaming, the smell scrambled her mind. It wasn’t the first time Chloe had been shoved against Michelle’s anus (she had been inside of it on a few occasions), but it smelled different when mixed with the bitterness of Chloe’s defeat. 

Two hours passed with Chloe trapped in Michelle’s ass before her giant ex-lover finally woke up again. Her ass tightened as her body engaged in a morning stretch. Chloe expected to be taken out, but no release came. Surely Michelle would see Chloe wasn’t on the nightstand and remember where she put her, although it wouldn’t be the first time Michelle went a morning without acknowledging her. It was a toss of the dice as to whether Michelle remembered where Chloe was, and she wouldn’t know until Michelle pulled her out. 

She was moving. Michelle shifted out of bed, and was now walking around her room. Chloe couldn’t know where she was going, but the roar of an exhaust fan confirmed that Michelle had moved into her personal bathroom. Chloe heard a yawn, and soon the ass giggled as Michelle was presumably scratching it. The large fingers dug into the thick ass, wrapping around Chloe and dragging her out. 

“Thank you,” said Chloe, expecting to be brought up to Michelle’s face. Instead, Michelle dropped her. Chloe smashed her good arm against the cold tile floor. Luckily the drop wasn’t bad, her arm would only be bruised and not broken.

Chloe realized she was next to the toilet Michelle now sat on. She knew better than to look up directly at Michelle. Maybe Chloe could have gotten away with looking Michelle directly in the eyes if she hadn’t blundered so badly in the morning, and she didn’t want to risk the punishment for breaking one of Michelle’s rules. 

Something plopped in the toilet, and Chloe was met with the familiar smell of Michelle’s ass. No wonder her ass smelled so badly earlier, Michelle was holding in a massive shit. 

Michelle yawned as she pulled toilet paper off the roll, her massive shadow draping over Chloe as bent over to wipe her ass. Chloe only heard what was happening, too nervous to move her gaze up past the base of the toilet. Michelle seldom took Chloe into the bathroom with her in the morning— an activity they shared to save time back when they were dating— but perhaps Michelle saw it as too much of an inconvenience to take Chloe out of her ass before arriving here. 

“Shit.” Michelle whispered to herself. Sneaking a glance up, Chloe saw that there was no paper on the roll of toilet paper. Not only that, but Michelle’s thick piss splashed against the toilet water, its sound echoing inside the toilet bowl. 

“Pet,” Michelle referred to Chloe in a low, annoyed voice. “I’m out of toilet paper, you’re going to have to make do.” 

While Chloe hated whenever Michelle included her piss in her torture of Chloe, she was excited that Michelle seemed to be over that morning. Now Chloe could prove herself again and get into Michelle’s good graces. 

Michelle’s hand reached down for her and plucked her off the ground with the same demeanor it would an actual piece of toilet paper. Chloe thought she had permission to look at Michelle’s eyes, but when she tried she noticed Michelle wasn’t even looking at her. Disappointed, Chloe was lowered into the debts of the toilet. 

The cock wasn’t even done peeing when Michelle forced Chloe into it. Pee splattered against her face, soaking her already torn and matted hair. It didn’t take long for the stream to disappear, but Michelle still had a couple squirts to force out. The piss streams shot strong enough to open Chloe’s mouth, the rest of it falling from her face and dripping down her body into the toilet water below. 

Chloe again looked up at Michelle, hoping for some approval, but her lover wasn’t looking at her. Michelle stared vacantly across the room at an empty wall, zoning into nothingness rather than paying any attention to her victim. Then without a care, Michelle pushed her palm forward, rubbing Chloe against the slit of her cock. 

Michelle rubbed Chloe’s body against her dick, wiping any last drop of piss that was stuck to her tip. Chloe took the opportunity to urinate herself, since she usually has to do it in secret so Michelle doesn’t punish her for it. Her urethra burned as she peed, signs of a UTI that was probably caused by her own inability to wipe herself down after peeing. At least she could use her own body to prevent Michelle from the same fate. 

Light filled Chloe’s vision, and something cold slammed against her back. Michelle’s fingers released her, allowing Chloe to slide down the sink she was dropped in and land against the metal drain stopper. If Chloe were any smaller she could fall through the cracks, and if the water poured forcefully enough from the faucet it might just squeeze her body through. 

High above her, Michelle swung open the medicine cabinet and reached inside. Chloe still dripped with the giant’s pee, and though the faucet above her dripped the water was too cold for Chloe to really want to submerge her body and was herself. 

The cabinet door slammed, and Chloe watched Michelle put toothpaste onto her brush. For over a minute Chloe became accompanied with the piss smell that was staining into her body, occasionally being assaulted by a droplet of water falling from the faucet. 

Foam built around Michelle’s mouth, some sliding down her chin. Michelle pulled the brush from her mouth, leaning over the sink and pursing her lips right above Chloe. Her entire mouth was filled with foam, its contents emptying towards the sink and onto Chloe. 

Chloe’s body was forced back by the impact of the foamy spit, her head banging against the metal drain stopper. Whenever she felt this humiliated, Chloe reminded herself that it would all be worth it one day. All she had to do was prove to Michelle that she could handle it. 

Michelle stuck out her tongue and dragged the brush against it. Foam and spit fell from above, dropping onto Chloe. The minty liquid burned her eyes, and Chloe felt too weak to brush an arm against the spit trying to seep into her mouth. Her and Michelle had swapped spit before, but not like this. She never thought Michelle was capable of something like this. 

Michelle spit out the remaining foam onto Chloe and turned the faucet on. An onpour of harsh, freezing liquid poured onto Chloe causing her to scream. The water was sharp like icicles impaling right through her body. Michelle stuck her lips under the water, sucking some up to rise out her mouth and spit the contents back onto Chloe. 

The water turned off, and Michelle left Chloe in the sink while she turned the shower on. For half an hour, Chloe lied in the sink, too afraid to move. The water had pushed so forcefully on her neck that she heard something crack against the drain stopper. It could just be the gas between her bones that made a cracking noise, or it could be that her spine had cracked. 

This was the game Chloe played at least once or twice a day. As long as she didn’t try to move she wouldn’t know if she had been paralyzed, or if this time her injuries were too serious to recover from. She’d wait until Michelle left her shower and demanded Chloe to move. 

Then she’d know if she still had a shot at redemption.