Trophy Wife’s Toy Life

[sallyfourth]

This is one I started a few years back. I'm working on chapter 18 now. I imagine a few of you have already seen this. If you like it, please let me know. BTW, Usher, the stepson is nineteen.

Seeya

Trophy Wife's Toy Life - Chapter 1

A powerful shudder shook Melody's small, naked body as she glanced up at the clock. Usher would be home in less than an hour and she still had to finish her cleaning, dress and fix her makeup. He hadn’t said anything about that but she wanted to look her best. Maybe it would put him in a better mood if she looked nice for him.

"Look nice for him? What am I thinking? He's my stepson, not my husband and not my boyfriend," she chided herself. Six months ago, his no-good father had left 'on business' after she had slipped below 4' high and the novelty of stunt fucking his now under-sized, trophy wife had worn off. She'd always known that he had married her as a trophy wife and that her height of almost six feet was one reasons he'd chosen her. Well, her height and "those amazing tits", she mused.

She was grateful that she had the house and enough money to care for herself and his children. But the last several months had been very hard on her. The shrinking virus had continued to gradually reduce her stature as she progressed through Stage 1. With luck she wouldn't be one of the patients that developed Stage 2.

It had been a very hard transition from being one of the tallest, most statuesque women in town to another one of the "SV Minis". At just under three feet now, almost any everyday chore could become a physical challenge. Trying to look after a teenager plus two energetic, younger children with no one to be the man of the house made all those challenges even harder.

Of course, she definitely had a man in the house now, for better or for worse. Usher had celebrated his eighteenth birthday just last month. He was an adult now and her still tender bottom was more than enough to remind her that invading his privacy and then confronting him after discovering his collection of 'mini MILF' porn last night had been a huge mistake on her part.

She felt herself shiver as she relived his reaction while finishing the last of her cleaning. He had handled her so effortlessly, draping her over his knees and pinning her hands behind her back before casually peeled off her yoga pants. As hard as she fought and as harshly as she protested, she had accomplished nothing. She knew that at less than eighteen pounds, a determined 3-year-old could probably pin her two falls out of three these days.

As she perched on the edge of her makeup table, Melody's mind drifted back to the spanking that Usher had administered the night before. She was certain that it had been one of the most traumatic experiences of her life. The hot, stinging pain of her former stepson's huge hand methodically slapping her tiny, defenseless buttocks had been absolutely excruciating. But that agony paled next to the humiliation she was forced to endure as she waited for the next swat. After each spank Usher would lecture her about the error of her ways, just as if he were simply disciplining a disobedient child.

In a very calm, firm voice he had explained that he was going to be the man of the house from now on. She was not to go into his room uninvited and she was not to touch his stuff. From now on she was to always call him 'sir' whenever they were alone, so that she didn't forget her place. So, long as she behaved herself and respected his authority, she could be the 'little woman' in this household but when she behaved like a naughty little girl he wouldn't hesitate to treat her like a naughty little girl.

Melody felt herself flush, her pulse quickened as another powerful tremor shook her tiny frame from head to toe. She blushed as she imaged Usher looking down at her little, pink derriere as he called her a "naughty, little girl". At that moment, with her eyes filled with tears and sobbing as he held her over his knee; she really had felt just like a naughty, little girl.

"What was going through his mind?" she thought as she carefully applied her lipstick. She realized that he really wasn't many years her junior. Usher was the oldest of Mark's children and Melody was much closer to her stepson's age than her husband's. Over the past three years she'd often seen him stealing glances at her as she swam and sunbathed around the pool. And now he was both legally and physically an adult.

Last night he had made it clear that in his father's absence, he was going to be taking complete control of the household, including her. He had stripped off her last shred of parental authority just as he had stripped off her yoga pants.

"He must have really enjoyed humiliating me, making me feel like I was puny and helpless," she thought. Just like he had enjoyed watching her panty-covered bottom jiggle and blush with each swat, she mused as she appraised her miniature body in the mirror before absent-mindedly brushing her finger tips over the curve of her pert, naked buttocks.

She remembered how she had felt his fat cock swell and harden within his jeans as she sprawled across his lap. "He enjoyed it! The bastard He was getting off on the whole thing!" she brooded, "manhandling me, pulling down my pants, spanking me and then lecturing me like I was a spoiled little brat!" she fumed. She caught sight of her reflection slowly writhing in the mirror. Her fingers brushed over her erect nipples; her trembling thighs pressed tightly together. She could feel her sex growing wet as she remembered the sensation of Usher's giant penis growing hard and pressing firmly against her belly.

Fingers trembling, Melody strapped on the high-heeled sandals and slipped into the ruffled, white apron that Usher had picked out for her to wear this evening. That was all she was to wear. No bra, no panties. Apparently, she had to "earn the privilege" to wear underwear now. She decided that she would humor him for the time being.

Aside from a generous amount of cleavage and some side boob, her apron covered most of her breasts. Below that it covered her in front almost to mid-thigh. Checking the mirror, she made certain that the dangling ends of the large bow at her waist hid the cleft of her bottom, beyond that the apron left her absolutely bare in back. Other than a pair of small, diamond ear studs, she would be nude. He had explained that taking away her phone and controlling her wardrobe was going to be part of the punishment for her transgressions. Usher felt that it would help her remember that he was in charge now.

The sound of the garage door opening as the car pulled into the driveway shook Melody from her daydream. Usher was back! Hopping to her feet Melody rushed from her bedroom and scurried to meet him, her tiny heels tapping, furiously as she went.

Copyright – Sally Reynolds @2021
All rights reserved

[AB23]

Awww, this was good. Hope to see more!

[sallyfourth]

Toy Wife's Toy Life – Chapter 2
Copyright - Sally Reynolds 2021
All rights reserved

Chapter 2

Melody did her best to seem nonchalant as Usher stepped into the kitchen. "Oh, hello sir. How was work?" she said, pretending to pay him little notice as she stepped toward the stove to appear to check on something.

"Oh, there you are. Work was okay," he answered, hanging his backpack on a high hook. "Come over here and let me have a look at you, Shorty," he grinned, taking a seat on a small step stool.

Melody struggled to conceal the small shiver that ran through her as she sauntered toward him. Head held high, she put a little sway into her hips as she walked. That would show him that despite her size, he couldn't intimidate her. She noted that even seated, he was still much taller than her.

Presenting herself with her feet together and her fingers demurely intertwined before her, she looked up and gave him a pleasant, if somewhat forced smile, "Well sir, do I meet with your approval?"

"I can see that you decided to followed my instructions. That's good. Now turn around for me... slowly," Usher smiled, swirling his finger in a small circle. With a soft, exasperated sigh, Melody did a slow turn to provide the young man with a complete, all-around view.

Then she smiled up at him upon completing her pirouette. "What do you think, sir?" she said sweetly.

"Very good. The heels, the apron... and no panties..." Usher noted.

"No panties. Just as instructed, sir" Melody answered with a hint of defiance. Usher's expression seemed to darkened slightly. "Now you don't have a problem with the ‘no panties’ part of your punishment, do you?" Usher said, responding with just a hint of menace.

"No! Of course. No problem at all, sir!" Melody responded enthusiastically.

"That's good" Usher replied, "You wouldn't want me to have to put you over my knee and spank those cute, little buns of yours again, would you?"

"Oh, no sir!" Melody squeaked, as she quickly whisked her hands behind her back as if to defend her bottom.

"That's my good girl" Usher grinned, "Now, why don't you be a good, little squirt and start preparing dinner. You and I have a few more things to discuss tonight."

Now that he was satisfied that Melody was living up to her part of the agreement, Usher left her to finish cooking. Try as she might, Melody couldn't stop thinking about what Usher had said as she stepped up onto her stool so that she could reach the counter. "You wouldn't want me to have to spank those cute, little buns of yours " she thought. Not likely. She had been spanked by a few of her lovers in the past but last night had been entirely different.

Usher hadn’t spanked her the way a playful lover would have. He had paddled her like a man who was really putting her in her place. The spanking itself had easily been the most excruciating that she could remember, almost bordering on traumatic. But once it was over she had felt changed. She didn't feel traumatized or even chastened as much as she felt curiously liberated. She realized that the pressure of managing the household and her steadily growing stepchildren was gone now, as if it had suddenly been plucked from her shoulders.

She was aware that she had become very bitchy and domineering toward Usher since his father had abandoned them. He had finally reached his breaking point and turned the tables on her. So now she was half-naked and preparing his dinner, just as he'd ordered. It was as if he intended to keep her as his personal, pint-sized serving girl. Things could certainly be much worse.

Her mind wandered back to Usher's warning, "those cute, little, buns of yours". "Mmmm... I suppose he probably does think they're cute," she mused. "That's probably why he wants me to be wearing nothing but this apron. Well, my ass is really still too sore to even think about wearing panties anyway."

The meal was almost ready by the time Usher returned to the kitchen and sat down at the kitchen table. A tingle ran down Melody's spine as she imagined his eyes appraising her. Sneaking a quick peek over one shoulder, she noticed that he seemed to be staring intently at his tablet.

"Seriously?" she fumed, "I'm standing here, nearly naked and he has his nose buried in that stupid screen?" On an impulse, Melody bent far forward over the counter, thrusting out her rounded bottom and bending one knee in an exaggerated pin-up pose.

"Are you having trouble reaching something there, Short Cake?" Usher asked.

"Oh! Uhhh... no, I've got it, thanks" Melody blushed, grabbing a large spoon and suddenly feeling very self-conscious.

Raising from his chair, Usher stepped to the counter and began moving the larger dishes from the counter to the table. "Thank you, sir," Melody smiled, noting that even standing on her step stool she was barely as high as his shoulder.

Carefully stepped down, she crossed the floor and began to climb up into her booster seat at the table. "Just a second. Let me help you," Usher said unexpectedly. Turning, Melody looked up to see the imposing form of her stepson reaching for her. Before she could react, his huge hands closed around her slender waist and she felt herself suddenly lifted into the air.

"Ack! Usher! What are you doing???" Melody squealed, her shapely legs slowly beat the air ask she looked up toward his face. "Just giving you a helping hand, little lady. And what did you say about my name?" Usher asked.

"I... I'm sorry, sir. You just startled me!" Melody demurred, as she squirmed in his grasp. Once again, she was awed by how easily he held her. He had literally scooped her up as though she were no more than a baby. She was keenly aware of the strength of the fingers that gripped her hips and the sides of her buttocks.

"There you go" Usher said as he gently settled her into her seat and moved her chair closer to the table before settling into his chair at the head of the table. Melody ate quietly, trying to avoiding eye-contact until Usher addressed her.

After a few minutes he spoke. "Karen Tau came into the shop today. She had her sister Eydie with her."

"Oh? Didn't they go to school with you? I thought I heard that Eydie had gone off to college but had come home after she started shrinking," Melody answered.

"That's right. Eydie was a year ahead of me. Now she's been diagnosed with Stage 2 and has started shrinking again. Somebody told me that she's already just about two feet high. The doctors have told her that at the end of Stage 2 she'll probably be no more than 21 inches tall."

"Oh no! How awful! Stage 2... I mean, being my size is certainly no picnic but at least I can still do things around the house and feel useful... like a person,” Melody gasped.

"Yeah. I heard she's taking it pretty hard. Being Stage 2 means she'll be required to have a full time, legal guardian. They've decide that in a couple months they will have Karen appointed as her guardian, just as soon as Karen turns eighteen." Usher explained. "Since the Stage 2 variant has turned up so close by, I've decided that we are going to need to be extra vigilant. Starting tomorrow I'm going to measure you every day from now on" he continued.

"Sir? You... want to measure me? Everyday?" Melody asked a little fearfully.

"Yeah. I think it would be a good idea to start paying very close attention to your height and weight. Maybe we'll be able to enroll you in a clinical trial immediately if you start shrinking again. You're cute enough at this size. I'm not sure what I would do with you if you were to wind up pocket-sized. You don't have a problem with me measuring you, do you?" Usher said, his voice dropping just a bit lower and fixing her with his gaze.

"Oh no, sir," she answered quickly, "It's just very unexpected," Melody swallowed as she struggled to push the image of herself as a tiny nude, tucked very snuggly into Usher's shirt pocket from her mind.

Having finished their meal, Usher gave Melody a hand clearing the table and loading the dishwasher before wandering off to the den. "That was a very fine meal, girl. Why don't you join me for a video when you're finished in here," he said over his shoulder as he left the kitchen.

"Humph! So now I'm his 'girl' am I?" Melody fumed, "Well we'll just see about that." Racking her brain, she strove to think of a means of leveling the playing field as she carefully climbed down from the kitchen counter. Her frustration continued to mount as she played out each little scenario in her mind. Yet no matter how devious and clever the plan, the likely outcome always seemed to involve her laying face-down over Usher's knee, on the receiving end of another humiliating, bare bottom spanking.

As she neared the den, Melody caught herself unexpectedly hurrying to join Usher. "Easy now! Get hold of yourself!" she chastised herself as she paused in the hallway. "He's still just a kid. I can't behave as though I'm willing to be his new, midget maid. I will not allow him to order me around as he chooses, damn it! I'm not going to let myself be treated as if I'm at his beck and call."

After pausing to compose herself, Melody stepped into the den. Usher was sprawled on the sofa, intently scrolling through channels on the large screen that dominated the far wall. Melody felt herself come to an involuntary halt as soon as she saw him stretched out before her. It was much easier to be brave when the giant wasn't sitting just a few feet away.

"Ah, there you are. I was beginning to wonder what had happened to you," Usher said as he noticed her, "Come on over. Do you have any idea what kind of a movie you might want to see?" "No, not really sir," Melody murmured, slowly stepping closer. She moved rather cautiously and timidly, approaching as a rabbit might carefully venture from the protection of a hedge into the open. Once she was close to him, she found that she was once again keenly aware that she still had to look up slightly to meet his eyes, even though he was still seated.

"Well, I don't see anything interesting on cable. Is there anything new in the library?" he asked, as he set the controller on the coffee table. Turning to face the screen, Melody picked up the controller and started to navigate to the 'Family' video library. Moments later Usher leaned closer, "You know what I forgot? We're going to need a beverage. Aren’t we? Would you be a little doll and fetch us a beer?" A firm swat on Melody's bare bottom sent the pint-size, former stepmom scurrying toward the kitchen with a startled squeal.

[DrPym82]

It is great to see you here and posting some of your finest work on the forum.

[sallyfourth]

It is great to see you here and posting some of your finest work on the forum.

Thanks. Nice to see you too. I'm getting the distinction feeling that either this place is a graveyard or everyone who might be interested has already seen it on DA. I should be posting chapter 18 there before too long.

Seeya

[sallyfourth]

Here's the link to the most recent chapter on my DA page.
Every chapter is linked to the Next and Previous chapter

https://www.deviantart.com/sallyfourth/ ... 1145596947

Seeya

[sallyfourth]

I've posted the latest Chapter to my DA page.

https://www.deviantart.com/sallyfourth/ ... 1147580644

[bigguy123456789]

New chapter is amazing btw there’s a line in there I wish I had thought of for my story