Sally towered over the little boy that had formally been her manly husband. Mark's eyes were still wide with shock, he was confused, but also very angry.
'Sawwy! expwain dis!' he demanded in his new, childish tone
'Sorry baby, I didn't understand what you said' she giggled, puttting her hands to her face
'Sawwy, don't make fwun!' he pounded the sheets with his tiny, clenched fists
'awwww, your so adorable! try saying 'Sally' Sal-ly'
'Sawwy' he attempted
'Sal-ly' she corrected
'Saw-wy argg!!! don't make fwun of me! whot happ'ned?'
Sally held the medallion above his head, just out of reach. Mark looked up at it, clearly starting to understand the situation.
'See this? it's magic, and it made you my widdle baby'
'I am NOT a baby!'
'Don't pout Mark, it's so childish
'Am NOT pouting!' He folded his arms and Sally couldn't help but nearly fall over laughing, he was SO adorable, she really wanted to show all her friends, but maybe later.
'Ok, listen, I can reverse this, but not yet, and I promise I will, but for now you need to be good okay?'
She saw the look of defiance on his face and realised she needed to show him who was boss, but what could she do? She was in charge, stronger, more powerful in every way, but what would be a truly humiliating experience for a man? Sally thought hard for a moment what a man was most proud of, what made him FEEL like a man and in control? A smirk came to her lips. She leaned over.
'Wow, I can't believe how tiny your cock is. Just think of how big it was, it used to be able to make me scream with pleasure.....now I might just scream with laughter'
'Shwut up!' he said, covering himself 'your being weally mean'
'Aw, poor kid' she said pouting and patting him on the head. 'Hey, I'll bet you really need to go pee, huh?'
'What? no, of cwourse not!'
'I'll bet you doooooooo, c'mon, pee for Mommy'
'Sawwy, cut it ouwt'
'Ok....'
Sally shivered with delight as she lifted her tiny husband off the bed and carried him into the bathroom.
'Pwut me dowwwwwn!' Mark protested, wriggling as hard as he could.
Sally walked into the bathroom and stood him on the floor, he stumbled for a moment on his weaker legs but seemed to regain his balance. Sally lifted the seat of the toilet for him. She could tell he actually DID need to go.
'Go on then.....do it' She said, standing over him, arms folded
'No, I wefuse' already he was dancing in desperation
'Fine then, but you'd better not make a mess......'
He battled for mere seconds before approaching the toilet with a grunt of annoyance. He reached for his crotch and tried desperately to reach the basin of the toilet, even standing on tip-toe only to fall back on his cute little butt.
'I can't weach!' he yelled in protest and panic, this was just what Sally wanted.
'Want me to help you?' she asked
'y-yes'
'Then say 'Please Mommy, help me go pee''
'What? no way!'
'Fine then....you're on your own' She watched him reconsider his options
'Sawwy, don't do dis!'
'Say it'
'P-pwease Mommy.....h-help me go pee'
'Sure I will baby' she giggled in response.
Sally knelt down and took a small wooden step from the cupboard for him to stand on. Mark stepped up on it and Sally braced him. Then, with a cruel, playful smile, took his cock between her thumb and index finger and pointed it to the basin.
'No Sawwy, I can do it!'
'Nope, little boys make a mess, now go on, do it'
'No!'
'Too late, here it coooommmmeeeesssss'
'Noooooo!'
He moaned in protest as he peed. Sally couldn't believe the absolute power she had over him, this was everyone married woman's dream, it had to be. She waited until he finished then helped him to the sink to wash his hands.
'Dat was not fwunny!' he said, hands on hips
'Trust me darling, it was hysterical' Sally replied, patting him on the head.
That was incredible, what a power trip. What should she do next? a part of her wanted to be completely daring and have him poop in front of all her friends......was that too much? ohh, the power made her almost dizzy. She COULD just play the role of Mother for a while, but would that be enough? She paused to consider her options.
