Duckling Pt 03

Later that day, he lay in bed and recalled looking up at Lydia in the shower, gazing upon his goddess with admiration and desire. He wondered aloud why the humiliations didn't cause him to turn away but, rather, seemed to attract him even more to their dynamic. Something about her power, her confidence, her ability to push his buttons so effectively and drive him wild. He didn't know why but he knew he wanted more. He recalled her standing in the steaming shower with a look of confidence and control.

As he dreamt about what she had said to him, what she had done to him, he heard his phone buzz with a text

"Hello duckling. Resting? Do you still want to come to the costume party?"

"Don't worry about getting a costume, I've got one for you."

"PS -- Say yes."

"PPS -- Finished the book. So good. Thanks!"

He saw the messages, one after the other. Another swimming lesson? And, wow, she had read his 400 page novel in the matter of a few days. Those books normally took him weeks to read but she had devoured it.

He texted back, "Hello Ms. Lydia. Yes, I'd love to come to the party." He would normally be reserved about going to a party where he didn't know anyone but somehow being with her made him feel safe and sure. He also was learning that arguing was futile.

She texted back right away, "Great. Be at my place at 6 tonight" and she sent him the details.

He liked her second response and then wrote: "You read the book so fast! There are more if you want to keep reading."

She replied: "I get up early and work hard at things. I'll teach you duckling. Yes, bring more."

Then another text:

"Have you been doing your devotions?"

"Yes, Ms. Lydia."

"Good girl. SYS!"

Even the text exchange left him in a state of arousal and he pictured her at home holding her phone issuing him commands.

The rest of the day passed relatively uneventfully and he was, later that evening, in an uber on his way to her place. She had told him to come to her apartment at 6. He was sitting in the back of the uber on his to her place when he received a text from Lydia.

"Guess what my costume is for tonight."

He thought for a moment and replied, "Lifeguard?"

"Use your imagination, duckling."

He thought and then wondered... "Lara Croft"

"Ew. As if." He saw that she was texting another message.

"Does this picture help?" and she sent a picture:

His mouth dropped open in the back of the Uber and his dick stirred to like upon seeing the picture. She was a Tasha, the amazonian warrior woman from his novel. Was this real!?! He knew Lydia was powerful but seeing her changed from her lifeguard outfit into this sexy amazon from his novel was completely staggering. This was unbelievably erotic and arousing for him. Everything about her was so sexy: her proud breasts, her firm stomach, her muscular arms, and her attire. It was like this woman stepped out from the pages of his fantasies and into his life. His hands were shaking with lust.

He slowly types out: "OMG. You look amazing."

"Thank you. I thought you'd like it."

"You're incredible."

"I applied a little filter to give it a more fantasy look but wait til you see me in person. I even got a sword to go with it."

She texted again, "Tonight, call me Tasha."

His hands still shaking, he slowly typed out "Yes, Tasha."

As the uber pulled up to her house, his stomach was in a knot with anticipation. He stepped out of the vehicle and walked up to her door of her small apartment. He knocked but heard her call, "It's open, come in."

He stepped into the foyer and she shouted, "I'm in the living room. Over here." He followed her voice and, when he turned the corner into her living room, his eyes went wide. Despite having seen the picture, he wasn't prepared for the real thing. Somehow, the picture didn't do her justice. Her legs were more pronounced in real life, her biceps thicker, her breasts fuller. Her body was made more svelte and tight because, she had combined her Tasha costume with black boots with a sharp 3" stiletto heel. She was an incredible, muscular, goddess. She must have stood 6' tall in her outfit, a full 8" taller than him. Even from across the room, he was eye level with the lower part of her breasts.

"My god... you look."

She smiled at him. "I know duckling." She paused, before saying, "I like to get a workout in before I go out. Look at these babies" and she proceeded to flex her biceps. Somehow, impossibly, they looked bigger than before -- rock solid baseballs that exploded from under her skin. The combination of her breasts pushed up in the black top, her strong legs emerging from the leather shorts, her height, her sexuality, her strength, her transformation into the alpha woman from his fantasies -- he was speechless and wide eyed.

How had she put this costume together in day? And found time for an intense work out that had her muscles looking powerful and strong? And taught him his swimming lesson? And, and, and...

"Cat got your tongue, little duckling?"

"You're like..."

"I'm like what?"

"Like... a fantasy."

"Yes, baby. I know. As I read the novel, I thought to myself -- Tasha is like me, I'm like Tasha. Tasha sees the world and wants to bend it to her will, to make others quake in her presence, see her as their leader and follow her commands. The other party members all look up to her and know -- she's their alpha."

"That's me. I want that too. It's why I fast tracked through high school. It's why I'm going to College a year early. It's why I work so hard to build these muscles, to be stronger, smarter, and more powerful than anyone around me." She looked down at him.

"It's why you're my little duckling and I'm your Tasha."

He was silent as he stared up at her into her eyes. He knew she was right, he was her small, helpless duckling. He felt lucky just to stand in her presence.

"This is what hard work results in, Bobbie. I spent the last day finishing that novel, putting this together, getting it just right, getting your costume ready, teaching a class, and working out." She looked at him quizzically. "What have you been up to since I last saw you?"

His thoughts reflected on the day: playing video games, lying in bed, eating pizza, masturbating to the image of her.

"Not much."

"MmmmHmmm." She said, knowingly. "I suspected as much. Little duckling, you're going to need more guidance than I thought." She walked across the room, her heels clicking on the floor, and stood directly in front of him. The effect was absolutely intoxicating, seeing her powerful body in front of him. His eyes were slightly lower than her breasts and he had to strain his neck to look up at her. He wanted to sink to his knees, grab her thighs, and worship her strength and her power. He looked up into her eyes with a pleading, helpless stare.

"Don't you just feel like this is so right little duckling? Me towering over you like this with all my power. Seeing you in front of me makes me feel even more powerful. Don't you feel like a small, helpless child in my presence. And to think, I only turned 18 two weeks ago."

He swallowed, completely speechless and intimidated and could feel the sexual intoxication overtaking him.

She said to him quietly and with a smile, "You know, I'm still growing. Imagine how you'll feel when I reach my full height." She let the words sink into his consciousness. "If you feel good now, you'll feel even better then. Smaller, weaker, more dependent. You'll be even more my duckling." She let the words hang in the air for him to feel their impact. He was left speechless, staring up at this dominant young woman. "I wonder how you'll feel when I'm even bigger?"

He swallowed audibly and recalled her comments from the previous night -- that she was probably taller than his present size by the time she was 10 years old. His mind flashed an image of him as a 16 year being intimidated by a 10 year old girl. He remember his own experience of being manhandled in the pool by an aggressive girl and his readiness to sink to his knees in front of that girl in the shower. It stirred a feeling of humiliation and arousal. Something deep, unsettling, and true was unlocked in his psyche.

He weakly asked, "How much bigger will you get?"

"I don't know duckling. I eat well, I workout every day, take vitamins, and I get all the rest I need. I hope I'm 6' by the end of the summer. So you'll always be in my shadow."

She stared down at him and continued, "Speaking of feeling weak and helpless," she said with a wink, "check out my sword." She lifted a large sword over her shoulders and pointed it towards him. It was heavy and long, he could guess the weight by the way holding it made the veins in her biceps pop. "I bought this one -- it just looked so real and fit the outfit beautifully. Does it look real?"

He was still lost for words but managed to blurt out, "Oh yeah."

The sword hung down from her hands and was pointed just above his face.

"I'd suggest you give it a try but I don't think you can lift it. Instead, why don't you give it a little kiss?"

He looked at her, perplexed. "You want me to kiss your sword?"

"Yes, I do. Kiss Ms. Lydia's sword, you know, as a sign of your submission."

She pointed it as his face and he stood on his toes and kissed the end of it.

"Good girl!" she said with a smile and then, turning on her heels, she walked back into the kitchen. "Come on, baby, I have your costume ready. Try it on."

He followed her like the duckling he was, trailing behind her strong, sexy ass as she walked across the room. She led him to the table in the living room and he was aghast at what he saw.

There, in the centre of the table, was the same green girl's bathing suit that he worn a few days ago at the pool with the matching crop top. The bathing suit had been cut so that it was even smaller and would showcase his crotch and ass cheeks. Lydia has drawn an intricate pattern of rainbow designs along it and attached purple and pink streamers, akin to a tail, coming out of the back. The crop top had the same rainbow designs across them, glitter, and pink wire frame fairy wings attached at the back. He also noticed that there was a crown with a purple stone in the middle. It suddenly dawned on him that she had designed a costume for Elemé, the fairy in the novel.

"Tell me you like it, duckling. I thought to myself, who is duckling most like in the book? The answer was obvious: you're like a living breathing Elemé."

Elemé was the fairy princess in the novel, the smallest and weakest character in the book by far that the rest of the party spend the majority of the novel protecting. She worshipped Tasha and there were suggestions that the two of them would end up together. The crown that she wears is magical and allows her to shrink very small to escape threats. He looked at the costume and then back up at her.

"I.. I can't wear this... I won't."

"Bobbie, don't be silly. Who else would you be? Shintara, the panther warrior? Don't tell me you think of yourself as a berserker. Even the wizards in the novel are tall and assertive. You're none of those things, baby. You're soft, small, and feminine. The answer couldn't be clearer."

"But... this is ..." he said, looking at the costume, "Let me get a different costume... this, this is too far."

"I knew it was perfect for you when I saw you scared of Stacey this morning. You looked so frightened and helpless and I thought -- he really is a little fairy. My sweet little girl." She smiled and held the halter top up to him to size it against his torso: "In a way, sweetie, this isn't far enough. It's just the beginning for you. Now go and try it on." She waited with her hands on her hips for a second before saying, loudly and firmly, "I'm not asking you duckling. Go and put it on now."

He looked at her with pleading eyes and felt his innate weakness as she stared into him. He quickly picked up the costume and carried it to the bathroom. Everything she had said that night was right: his will was completely broken by her and when she commanded, he obeyed. He knew, deep down, that there was a deep erotic thrill in obeying the commands of this young goddess. He knew also that she knew that he felt right when he was obeying her. His words said no but his eyes, thick with lust and a desire to please, said, yes, more.

He stripped off his clothes and slowly pulled on the halter top. It fit him tightly and the wire frame that she had inserted pushed his chest up and gave him small boy cleavage. He was tiny for a man, small for a boy, and slight for a girl and his costume was designed to reframe his attributes and present him in his most feminine light.

She had designed it perfectly to take his chubby chest and corral it into two small breasts, transforming his androgynous body and making it notably more feminine. As he began to pull the shorts on, he noticed that she had sewn a pink pouch where his penis would sit. The humiliation he felt as he pulled it on was simultaneously erotic and devastating. With the costume on, he looked at himself in the mirror and saw exactly what he had expected -- a small, girl wearing a girl's fairy costume. His thin pale arms, slim legs, and torso all looked positively girlish -- not like a woman but like a small, weak feminine figure. The costume accentuated what was already there: he was tiny, weak, and inferior.

He stepped out of the bathroom where Lydia was waiting for him.

"I don't know--"

"Oh my GOD, you look amazing!" She shouted. "You are such an adorable fairy princess. Please do a spin for me."

"Lydia, I want to..." he said, weakly.

"It's Tasha tonight."

"Tasha" he corrected himself.

"You look absolutely amazing. Spin around."

He did as commanded and she shouted "Wow, you look great. Just like Elemé. The costume is wonderful, if I do say so myself. Just a few finishing touches. Close your eyes for a second duckling."

He obeyed her, getting used to following her orders without objection.

He felt her applying something to her face and he guessed what it was -- makeup. After a few minutes she said, "OK, All done. Go and look in the mirror."

He walked back to the bathroom and she followed him. The transition was incredible. Gone were any traces of his male features, not that there were many to begin with. She had given him girlish features in his face, red cheeks, glitter on the sides of his face, thick, sexy lips, mascara that made his eyes look more doting and submissive. The makeup accentuated his soft features, turning softness into feminine compliance. Even his jawline, typically weak and soft, was now positively girlish.

"And the finishing touch," she said, and placed a light purple wig on his head. After adjusting it, she placed the grown atop his wig.

The contrast between them was very clear now. He would be taken for young girl, maybe 14 or 15 years old, not even a woman, and no chance of a man. His curves were subtle but present and he was an image of feminine weakness from his soft cleavage to his weak arms and features. His cleavage was small but pronounced and his ass looked fat and inviting in the tight cutoff shorts. His lips were dark red and his cheeks had blush all of which gave the look of inviting sexuality. The purple wig gave him a pixie look; he was a convincing fairy princess.

His head was actually lower than Tasha's breasts and she stood behind him, tall, strong, with a satisfied look. Her breasts were tall and proud where his were soft and small. Her shoulders were rounded and the arm muscles danced as she moved. Her legs looked as wide and more powerful than his entire torso -- where he displayed a yielding feminine weakness, she exuded alpha, female dominance. Even her facial features were strong and commanding, a stark contrast to his feminine face. She was an absolute amazonian goddess and he looked like her submissive, weak servant girl. Bobbie felt his penis harden slightly as he took in the scene and the erotic, overwhelming feeling of weakness.

For her part, Lydia was thrilled at how much she could push his obedience. What started with pulling him out of the pool had led to her calling this older man her duckling, dressing him in a girl's bathing suit, making kiss her phallic sword, and now dressing like her fairy princess. In a matter of days she had turned him into an image of weak, submissive girlhood. Her sex tingled with the thrill and feeling of power. This was just the beginning...

"Baby, you look like the perfect Elemé -- I knew this would work out so well."

He turned to her and said.

"Is this really necessary? I feel like maybe it's a big much."

She felt the thrill of sexual power again and she looked down at him, "Yes, it is necessary. You're my duckling and I want the world to know it baby, to see you in all your tiny glory. I know what I am: I am the alpha in any room I walk into, I'm exactly like Tasha. And I know what you are: beta doesn't even really cover it, you're so weak and submissive. You're like a small child compared to me. You need someone like me to handle you, guide you, own you." She stared at him and said with a subtle lust in her voice "I could lift you in one arm and breastfeed you if I wanted. I could make you do it." She paused and then continued, "When I found you, it's like I found the missing part of my equation, the part that makes me absolutely dominant and in control of everything." She looked into his eyes and said, "Your weakness makes me stronger, your smallness makes me bigger." As she spoke it was as if she were growing in his eyes, he felt increasingly diminutive. "You don't want to disappoint me do you?"

"No Ms. Tasha" he said with a feminine whisper and a look of awe at this force of a woman.

His quick submission awoke something in her clit and she turned him around, leaned down and kissed him full on the lips with force. He felt the heat of her body emanating from her onto him and the strength of her being. As she pulled away, standing to her full height she said, "Will you be a good girl tonight?"

"Yes, Ms. Tasha" he replied in a notably higher pitched tone.

She placed her hand on his penis and squeezed it. "Yes, you will."

"Now go to the fridge and get the drinks for the party. Yours are, of course, the pink ones and mine are the blue ones. Then you can call us an uber -- I just need to get my phone."

He followed her instructions and looked in the fridge where he saw a bag with about 8 bottles, 5 blue and 3 pink. He returned with them where she was waiting by the door.

"What are these?" he asked

"Oh, my specialty. I made us some mixed drinks: fairy juice for you, warrior juice for me. She passed him an unmarked bottle without a label.

"I don't really drink, Lydia."

"It's Ms. Tasha. And just try it. You'll like it."

He unscrewed the one of the pink and took a sip. It really was delicious -- a sweet tasting drink with a subtle alcoholic flavour.

"Oh, wow, that is good. What's in it?"

"Special secret recipe but I knew you'd like it baby. Now will you please call us an Uber."

He called the Uber and, while they were waiting asked, "Do you mind if I try one of yours?" to which she quickly replied, "Yes, I do mind. You carry my drinks, but don't drink them. You have yours, I have mine. Understand?"

"Yes, Ms. Tasha."

"Good girl."

The uber soon arrived and when they climbed in the driver kept staring in the rearview mirror at the unlikely couple. He stared lustily at both of them: Lydia was an incredible sight in her own right but she was particularly amazing compared to the diminutive girl next to her. Where his legs dangled off the back of the seat, her strong legs filled the back of the cab. As they pulled up to the party, the driver said "Here we are girls." Rob slid out without a comment and Lydia said thank you, laughing as they got out of the taxi.