Even Terms (slow, role reversal, sw and gts, no sex)

Him · 04-07-2016

Hi everybody! This is my first contribution ever; I've been lurking for eons and thought maybe someone would like to see the stuff I make for myself. My preferences and whatnot are very heavily inspired by Merritstone, and my story takes a few cues from his written work.

One note so that it doesn't blindside anyone: I'm a survivor of sexual assault, and this story deals with some of that pretty explicitly. If processing trauma isn't something you want in your porn, I totally understand.

Second thing, as a result of the above, I am not yet able to deal with sex itself and do not enjoy it in my porn (weird, right?). So this story will just be fucktons of foreplay.

I'm really happy to receive feedback and hope that it's enjoyable for other people.

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Even Terms by Him

Chapter 1: The setup

“Hey, where’s my big girl hiding?” Kayla asked as she entered the house, holding her new toy in a small plastic bag. It was such an unassuming container for such a powerful thing. She could barely contain her excitement; she’d finally be able to go toe-to-toe with her larger and stronger partner.
“Right where I always am, goofball!” Deb announced from the living room. She was going through some scientific journals, doing research for her dissertation. “You sound chipper today. Was today a good day at work?”

“It was fine, but that’s not why I’m so excited!” she said. “I was just really looking forward to seeing you today.”

“You charmer,” Deb said as she stood up from her chair. She walked over to Kayla and lifted her off the ground, her feet dangling in front of Deb’s knees. Deb held Kayla in a tight embrace as she planted a kiss on the smaller woman’s forehead.

She placed her companion back onto the ground as both of their faces became slightly flush. “Flirting aside, what’s the real reason you’re so excited?”

“Well, remember how last time you fooled around you were complaining about what a sore loser I am when I totally won our competition?”

“I wouldn’t call it complaining, more like stating a fact. You can’t just decide that you win arm wrestling if it ends in under six seconds.”

“Haha, sure, but listen to me a second! I picked up a little toy on the way home that’s supposed to be an impartial judge for that kind of thing. It’s, like, a foreplay aid! It has a lot of different settings; my coworker recommended it to me to spice things up.”

“Well, now you’re talking! I don’t really get how something like that would work, but I’m always excited to try winning at something new.”

…

The device looked very similar to a smoke detector. To operate it, both parties verbally agreed upon a set of terms and the device would render judgment once the competition was complete, along with the verdict’s consequences.

“Alright, you ready?” Kayla said, with a knowing glint in her eye.

“I still don’t understand how this little thing can process information like this, but sure!”

The two women sat in an embrace as they dictated the rules of engagement to the device. Deb sat with her back against their bed’s cushions with her arms wrapped around Kayla’s midsection, and Kayla sat on her lap. Deb placed her head atop Kayla’s as Kayla began to speak.

“We’re going to wrestle, and we’re going to do it on completely even terms,” Kayla said. The ambiguity of the phrase delighted her. Before coming home, she had defined exactly what “even terms” meant to the machine. Deb had no idea what she was agreeing to.

“Whoever can pin the other to the bed so that they can’t move for at least 10 seconds will win the competition. Winner gets to decide exactly what kind of fun the two of us have afterwards. Everything starts when I say ‘Go!’ I, Kayla, consent to these rules.”

“I, Deb, consent to these rules.”

The two women separated from their embrace and stood on opposite sides of the room. Kayla seemed especially eager to start up. “Go!” she yelled with a
The room was enveloped with a white flash of light.

Chapter 2: Changes

As the flash of light receded, Deb noticed something wasn’t quite normal. Instead of towering over her partner, she was staring Kayla in the eyes!

“Wh… WHAT?” Deb was taken aback. What was this? Her shoulders were no longer wide enough to hold up her form-fitting tanktop. Instead, the garment was sagging over her shoulders, exposing her breasts. Speaking of her breasts, they were no longer large enough to fit into her bra, which hung forward off of her shoulders. Her panties and jeans fell down to her ankles, leaving her totally nude.

“K-Kayla! What’s happening?”

“Well… remember how I said we’d be competing on even terms? The device made sure of that! We’re now exactly the same height! Nothing unfair here.”

“B-but… you’re normally almost as strong as I am! I’m tiny compared to you now!”

It was true. Kayla worked as a personal trainer, teaching people how to get and stay in shape. She was very strong for her size and had well-defined muscles. The now-stronger woman looked at her distressed partner with an immense feeling of satisfaction.

“It was a bit of a dirty trick, but before we got here, I tinkered with the device’s definitions. To our little plastic friend here, an ‘even’ competition is one in which each person is exactly the same height. When you agreed to let the device shrink you down to my size.” Kayla walked towards Deb in a triumphant stride, swaying her hips as she approached. “So… you ready to wrestle?”

“Wait, wait, wait!” Deb yelled. “I am really freaked out. I don’t know what’s happening and this is so much to take in. Could we, like, talk about this?”

“Alright. But the machine thinks we’ve started already. How’s about we finish this round and talk it out after?”

“…Okay. Fine. Pin me.” Deb stood perfectly still and glued her eyes to the ground. Kayla had never seen her so emotionally-withdrawn before.

“That’s no fun! But if you insist.” She grabbed onto her partner’s shoulders and brought the two of them tumbling onto the ground. After a few seconds…

“EVENT COMPLETED. WINNER: KAYLA. CONSEQUENCE: POWER TO DECIDE NEXT EVENT.” The machine fell silent.

Deb was perfectly still as her partner laid on top of her.

“You okay?” Kayla asked as she sat up from on top of Deb.

“I… I…” Deb stuttered as she looked up at her partner, in tears. “I can’t do this right now. I need some time to think. Can you make that thing make me normal?” Deb looked really vulnerable as she tried to pull her clothes up to cover herself. She was normally the sort of person to take charge and demand what she wanted. She was gentle about it, but always assertive. This was a new side of Deb that Kayla hadn’t seen before.

“Yeah, yeah, of course. Device: the next event is to restore Deb to full size,” Kayla said. Within moments, Deb was back to her usual large self, still motionless on the bed.

Chapter 3: Consent

“I… upset you there, didn’t I?” Kayla asked her partner.

“It… it brought back some memories I didn’t want to think about,” Deb admitted as she finally sat up. She grabbed Kayla and started sobbing into her chest.

“Oh, god, Deb. I… I’m really sorry. I thought it’d be, like, a fun foreplay thing. I didn’t know it would affect you this way; it always seemed like anything was fair game before.”

“Yeah, no, I understand,” Deb said as she pulled her head up from Kayla’s chest, wiping away her tears. “It normally is, and I don’t blame you that this happened.” She paused and looked away.

“Deb… are the memories that came up the sort I think they are?”

Deb was silent for about thirty seconds before Kayla jumped in. “You don’t have to talk about them, you know. I’m just here if you want to.”

“No, no, I know. It’s… I wanted to tell you for a long time, it just didn’t come up before and it was too hard to force the conversation.”

“Want me to make you some hot cocoa while you muster up the energy to let me know?”

“…Yeah. I think that’d be nice.”

…

A few minutes later, Kayla came back with a mug filled with a lovingly-made drink.

“Thanks,” Deb said as she took the mug from Kayla’s hands. Kayla moved to Deb’s side and wrapped herself around Deb’s arm. “Do you feel like you can tell me about it?”

“Back in college, before we met, there was this guy I was friends with. Derrick.”

“THAT asshole? The one who always wanted to pick a fight with you at club?”

“…Yeah. Basically, we used to be close friends. He wanted more, but you know I don’t swing that way. One night, we both went to this party with a lot of people. When I came back from the bathroom, I took a sip of my drink, and next thing I know I’m waking up in his bed with no clothes on. I don’t think it was him. I think he had good intentions, I just…”

“Look, Deb. You don’t owe him any kind of benefit of the doubt here.”

“But it’s like, what if he wasn’t the one who did it? Maybe I came onto him when I was out of it, or…”

“I know how you feel right now. But it’s pretty clear when someone’s been drugged. Taking advantage of that, whether you caused it or not, is rape.”

Deb winced at the mention of the word “rape.”

“Sorry. We don’t have to use that word if you don’t want to. It’s loaded with all kinds of baggage. But what I’m saying is…”

“No, I get you. It wasn’t consensual, and he should have known that. I get that, it’s just, it feels like maybe if I hadn’t been so stupid and left my drink out, it wouldn’t have happened, you know?”

“It’s not on you. You didn’t drug yourself. Someone else did. All you did was trust that no one around you wanted to hurt you. You happened to be wrong. It’s not on you.”

“…Yeah. I kinda know that, it’s just hard to swallow.”

“Wanna watch something tonight?”

“Yeah. That’d be nice.”

Deb leaned over and kissed the top of Kayla’s head.

“Thanks for being in my life.” Deb said, love in her eyes.

“Likewise!”

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Thanks for reading. Let me know if there are ways I can improve my writing or formatting. I'm also interested in size comparisons; I know some people like explicit height measurements, but I'm more of a fan of comparing bodies to see change. Let me know if you thought I did it enough, and if it was organic.

Growth coming next update!

04-07-2016	#1
Him Lurker Join Date: Jul 2008 Posts: 11	Even Terms (slow, role reversal, sw and gts, no sex) Hi everybody! This is my first contribution ever; I've been lurking for eons and thought maybe someone would like to see the stuff I make for myself. My preferences and whatnot are very heavily inspired by Merritstone, and my story takes a few cues from his written work. One note so that it doesn't blindside anyone: I'm a survivor of sexual assault, and this story deals with some of that pretty explicitly. If processing trauma isn't something you want in your porn, I totally understand. Second thing, as a result of the above, I am not yet able to deal with sex itself and do not enjoy it in my porn (weird, right?). So this story will just be fucktons of foreplay. I'm really happy to receive feedback and hope that it's enjoyable for other people. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Even Terms by Him Chapter 1: The setup “Hey, where’s my big girl hiding?” Kayla asked as she entered the house, holding her new toy in a small plastic bag. It was such an unassuming container for such a powerful thing. She could barely contain her excitement; she’d finally be able to go toe-to-toe with her larger and stronger partner. “Right where I always am, goofball!” Deb announced from the living room. She was going through some scientific journals, doing research for her dissertation. “You sound chipper today. Was today a good day at work?” “It was fine, but that’s not why I’m so excited!” she said. “I was just really looking forward to seeing you today.” “You charmer,” Deb said as she stood up from her chair. She walked over to Kayla and lifted her off the ground, her feet dangling in front of Deb’s knees. Deb held Kayla in a tight embrace as she planted a kiss on the smaller woman’s forehead. She placed her companion back onto the ground as both of their faces became slightly flush. “Flirting aside, what’s the real reason you’re so excited?” “Well, remember how last time you fooled around you were complaining about what a sore loser I am when I totally won our competition?” “I wouldn’t call it complaining, more like stating a fact. You can’t just decide that you win arm wrestling if it ends in under six seconds.” “Haha, sure, but listen to me a second! I picked up a little toy on the way home that’s supposed to be an impartial judge for that kind of thing. It’s, like, a foreplay aid! It has a lot of different settings; my coworker recommended it to me to spice things up.” “Well, now you’re talking! I don’t really get how something like that would work, but I’m always excited to try winning at something new.” … The device looked very similar to a smoke detector. To operate it, both parties verbally agreed upon a set of terms and the device would render judgment once the competition was complete, along with the verdict’s consequences. “Alright, you ready?” Kayla said, with a knowing glint in her eye. “I still don’t understand how this little thing can process information like this, but sure!” The two women sat in an embrace as they dictated the rules of engagement to the device. Deb sat with her back against their bed’s cushions with her arms wrapped around Kayla’s midsection, and Kayla sat on her lap. Deb placed her head atop Kayla’s as Kayla began to speak. “We’re going to wrestle, and we’re going to do it on completely even terms,” Kayla said. The ambiguity of the phrase delighted her. Before coming home, she had defined exactly what “even terms” meant to the machine. Deb had no idea what she was agreeing to. “Whoever can pin the other to the bed so that they can’t move for at least 10 seconds will win the competition. Winner gets to decide exactly what kind of fun the two of us have afterwards. Everything starts when I say ‘Go!’ I, Kayla, consent to these rules.” “I, Deb, consent to these rules.” The two women separated from their embrace and stood on opposite sides of the room. Kayla seemed especially eager to start up. “Go!” she yelled with a The room was enveloped with a white flash of light. Chapter 2: Changes As the flash of light receded, Deb noticed something wasn’t quite normal. Instead of towering over her partner, she was staring Kayla in the eyes! “Wh… WHAT?” Deb was taken aback. What was this? Her shoulders were no longer wide enough to hold up her form-fitting tanktop. Instead, the garment was sagging over her shoulders, exposing her breasts. Speaking of her breasts, they were no longer large enough to fit into her bra, which hung forward off of her shoulders. Her panties and jeans fell down to her ankles, leaving her totally nude. “K-Kayla! What’s happening?” “Well… remember how I said we’d be competing on even terms? The device made sure of that! We’re now exactly the same height! Nothing unfair here.” “B-but… you’re normally almost as strong as I am! I’m tiny compared to you now!” It was true. Kayla worked as a personal trainer, teaching people how to get and stay in shape. She was very strong for her size and had well-defined muscles. The now-stronger woman looked at her distressed partner with an immense feeling of satisfaction. “It was a bit of a dirty trick, but before we got here, I tinkered with the device’s definitions. To our little plastic friend here, an ‘even’ competition is one in which each person is exactly the same height. When you agreed to let the device shrink you down to my size.” Kayla walked towards Deb in a triumphant stride, swaying her hips as she approached. “So… you ready to wrestle?” “Wait, wait, wait!” Deb yelled. “I am really freaked out. I don’t know what’s happening and this is so much to take in. Could we, like, talk about this?” “Alright. But the machine thinks we’ve started already. How’s about we finish this round and talk it out after?” “…Okay. Fine. Pin me.” Deb stood perfectly still and glued her eyes to the ground. Kayla had never seen her so emotionally-withdrawn before. “That’s no fun! But if you insist.” She grabbed onto her partner’s shoulders and brought the two of them tumbling onto the ground. After a few seconds… “EVENT COMPLETED. WINNER: KAYLA. CONSEQUENCE: POWER TO DECIDE NEXT EVENT.” The machine fell silent. Deb was perfectly still as her partner laid on top of her. “You okay?” Kayla asked as she sat up from on top of Deb. “I… I…” Deb stuttered as she looked up at her partner, in tears. “I can’t do this right now. I need some time to think. Can you make that thing make me normal?” Deb looked really vulnerable as she tried to pull her clothes up to cover herself. She was normally the sort of person to take charge and demand what she wanted. She was gentle about it, but always assertive. This was a new side of Deb that Kayla hadn’t seen before. “Yeah, yeah, of course. Device: the next event is to restore Deb to full size,” Kayla said. Within moments, Deb was back to her usual large self, still motionless on the bed. Chapter 3: Consent “I… upset you there, didn’t I?” Kayla asked her partner. “It… it brought back some memories I didn’t want to think about,” Deb admitted as she finally sat up. She grabbed Kayla and started sobbing into her chest. “Oh, god, Deb. I… I’m really sorry. I thought it’d be, like, a fun foreplay thing. I didn’t know it would affect you this way; it always seemed like anything was fair game before.” “Yeah, no, I understand,” Deb said as she pulled her head up from Kayla’s chest, wiping away her tears. “It normally is, and I don’t blame you that this happened.” She paused and looked away. “Deb… are the memories that came up the sort I think they are?” Deb was silent for about thirty seconds before Kayla jumped in. “You don’t have to talk about them, you know. I’m just here if you want to.” “No, no, I know. It’s… I wanted to tell you for a long time, it just didn’t come up before and it was too hard to force the conversation.” “Want me to make you some hot cocoa while you muster up the energy to let me know?” “…Yeah. I think that’d be nice.” … A few minutes later, Kayla came back with a mug filled with a lovingly-made drink. “Thanks,” Deb said as she took the mug from Kayla’s hands. Kayla moved to Deb’s side and wrapped herself around Deb’s arm. “Do you feel like you can tell me about it?” “Back in college, before we met, there was this guy I was friends with. Derrick.” “THAT asshole? The one who always wanted to pick a fight with you at club?” “…Yeah. Basically, we used to be close friends. He wanted more, but you know I don’t swing that way. One night, we both went to this party with a lot of people. When I came back from the bathroom, I took a sip of my drink, and next thing I know I’m waking up in his bed with no clothes on. I don’t think it was him. I think he had good intentions, I just…” “Look, Deb. You don’t owe him any kind of benefit of the doubt here.” “But it’s like, what if he wasn’t the one who did it? Maybe I came onto him when I was out of it, or…” “I know how you feel right now. But it’s pretty clear when someone’s been drugged. Taking advantage of that, whether you caused it or not, is rape.” Deb winced at the mention of the word “rape.” “Sorry. We don’t have to use that word if you don’t want to. It’s loaded with all kinds of baggage. But what I’m saying is…” “No, I get you. It wasn’t consensual, and he should have known that. I get that, it’s just, it feels like maybe if I hadn’t been so stupid and left my drink out, it wouldn’t have happened, you know?” “It’s not on you. You didn’t drug yourself. Someone else did. All you did was trust that no one around you wanted to hurt you. You happened to be wrong. It’s not on you.” “…Yeah. I kinda know that, it’s just hard to swallow.” “Wanna watch something tonight?” “Yeah. That’d be nice.” Deb leaned over and kissed the top of Kayla’s head. “Thanks for being in my life.” Deb said, love in her eyes. “Likewise!” ++++++++++++++++ Thanks for reading. Let me know if there are ways I can improve my writing or formatting. I'm also interested in size comparisons; I know some people like explicit height measurements, but I'm more of a fan of comparing bodies to see change. Let me know if you thought I did it enough, and if it was organic. Growth coming next update!