Spencer, Marty, and Monica pulled up into the driveway of
Tabitha’s house, all of them chatting idly about work, or in Monica’s case her
ongoing degree. They were all stressed, the pressures of life had kept the four
friends from getting together for too long. Tabitha had been the one to suggest
a tabletop RPG session, with her as the DM just like when they were back in
school.
“So what kind of game are we playing tonight?” Spencer
asked, putting the car into park and stepping out.
“Tabitha usually likes 3.5,” Marty replied, “but I could
honestly go for some Call of Cthulhu or even something out of Savage Worlds.”
“I want something stupid,” Spencer said, stretching
slightly, “I want to play a barbarian and I want to smash shit.” Spencer was an
odd member of their group, one of the school’s best football players back in
high school, he’d befriended the other three largely out of geographic
convenience, having lived near them all when they were younger. The friendship
had held through high school and even college, and though he’d never been
enough of a star for college ball he still had an athletic physique after all
these years.
Marty was more of what someone would expect from a habitual
Dungeons and Dragons player, glasses, a scrawny frame, and a short stature that
made him look pretty odd next to his best friend. The two were thick as
thieves, and had gone to the same school and had been roommates throughout
college.
Monica was the quiet type, she’d come from out of state for
school, and hadn’t known anyone when she arrived. Tabitha had eagerly invited
her to hang out with the three of them after meeting her in freshman year
classes, and the petite black haired woman had become a regular addition to
their gaming sessions. She’d quickly developed a crush on Spencer, a bold blond
athlete, the very type of guy she wanted, but felt she didn’t deserve. Still,
he was always nice to her, and she held out hope that one day he’d look in his
circle of friends for a girlfriend.
“Hey guys!” Tabitha said excitedly, opening the door to her
house and ushering the three of them in.
“What’s with the getup?” Spencer joked, pointing to her
pointed witch’s hat that covered her long blonde hair.
“It’s part of the game!” Tabitha giggled, adjusting her
glasses slightly, “Come over here to the dining room.”
“Whoa,” Marty gasped, seeing the setup. Their character
sheets were arrayed perfectly, with each player having an ornate set of dice.
Nearby a catering table was set up with a series of pizzas from a local place
the four all loved. “Did you custom order these figurines?” he asked in awe,
picking up his, a paladin that matched his old character’s description to the
letter.
“Sure did,” Tabitha said, taking a seat at the head of the
table, “it’s so hard to get everyone together anymore, I wanted this session to
be really special!”
“You used our characters from our old campaign?” Spencer
said excitedly, “look it’s Spencenar the Barbarian!” he held up a half clothed
musclebound figurine with a scowl on his face. “Tabitha, can I keep this? I’m
putting it on my desk at work!”
“Consider the figurines my gift to you,” Tabitha said with a
smile.
“I suppose we are playing Dungeons and Dragons then?” Monica
asked, surveying her cleric figure quietly.
“Sort of,” Tabitha said, “it’s… kind of a homebrew set of
rules. Your characters from DnD will work obviously.” Tabitha bit her lip,
amusement in her eyes as she chose her next words carefully, “I’m going to warn
you guys, this scenario has some very interesting mechanics to help…
immersion.”
“Like props?” Marty asked.
“There are some props,” Tabitha said slowly, “but that’s not
quite what I meant.” She giggled, “You all need to promise to finish the game
once it’s started.”
The three looked at each other, “well, I guess tomorrow’s
Saturday,” Spencer said with a shrug.
“I didn’t have anywhere else to be,” Monica said, standing
up to get herself a slice of pizza.
“What’s so special about this one that we can’t just do it
in two sessions?” Marty asked.
“It’s just very… immersive,” Tabitha repeated, “you’re going
to be very… immersed.”
“Word of the day,” Spencer laughed, “come on Marty, just say
you’ll finish it.”
“I’m afraid that everyone has to agree of their own free
will to participate,” Tabitha said, her eyes flashing a moment.
“That’s kind of ominous,” Marty joked, but nobody laughed.
“Fine, I’m in, we play this one to the end.”
“Sweet,” Tabitha chuckled, “Okay, the scenario is called,
the Lair of the Witch.” Tabitha took a printed sheet of paper from behind the
screen and slid it to them, “This is Tabitha, the terrible witch,” she
explained. The paper showed a blond woman in a hat very similar to Tabitha’s,
with a smug grin on her face and blue sparks at her fingertips.
“Not even bothering to make up a name?” Spencer asked, “and
after all the crap you guys gave me for Spencenar…”
“I am the DM, and this is merely an NPC,” Tabitha said with
a smug smile, “anyway Tabitha the witch is perfecting a powerful magic which
can shrink anything, the residents of a nearby village believe she intends to
use it to shrink everyone in the world into her playthings. You three are
mercenaries hired by the mayor to infiltrate her fortress and eliminate her.”
“Fuck yes!” Spencer crowed, “let’s kill this bitch!” Tabitha
glared at him, “what?” he said with a smug grin, “she’s just an NPC right?”
“Perhaps we should gather intelligence first,” Monica said,
“I’ll ask the mayor if there is anyone in town I could provide healing to, then
we could ask them about this witch…”
In spite of Spencer’s insistence on storming the witch’s
castle, Marty and Monica managed to talk him around to a more cautious
approach, or rather Sir Martin the Paladin and Lady Mona the Cleric were able
to restrain their savage friend Spencenar. The villagers didn’t give many
clues, though they all laughed at Tabitha’s voices for each of them, like
always her campaigns were alive with wacky side characters. The only thing they
managed to learn was that the witch had experimented on the villagers, and had
apparently reduced several of them to doll sized.
“So is there a quick fix for this shrinking curse or
whatever?” Spencer asked.
“My magic can’t dispel it,” Monica muttered, “it seems like
the only way to find a cure for these people is by going through the witch’s
research.”
“All right then,” Marty muttered, “let’s head for her
fortress.”
“A dark and ominous castle looms before you,” Tabitha said
in a dramatic voice, “lighting crackles from black clouds around it, and bats
screech as-“
“I knock on the door with my club,” Spencer said excitedly.
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Marty muttered.
“The door ominously opens on its own, and you hear an evil
cackle from within,” Tabitha said, laughing evilly for emphasis. “In a shower
of sparks the witch appears before you! She has long flowing blonde hair that
shimmers in the low light, and breasts that just don’t quit!” She clutched her
own as she described the character.
“Well, this looks easy,” Spencer said, “I charge her.”
Tabitha stifled a giggle, then rolled a dye behind the
dungeon master screen, “Uh oh Spencenar,” she said in a teasing voice, “the
witch’s finger points at you, and a green bolt of lightning hits you right in
the chest!”
“Fuck!” Spencer moaned, “okay, what kind of damage are we-“
Marty and Monica’s eyes went wide as Spencer suddenly
drifted lower in his chair. He gasped and clutched at his now much looser
clothes, whimpering slightly as he realized the table was now level with his
chin.
“What the fuck!?” he rasped in shock.
“It’s not a damaging spell,” Tabitha laughed, “it’s more of
a status effect!”
“Oh god,” Monica whispered, standing up and walking to
Spencer, “get up!” she ordered.
Spencer numbly obeyed, standing up and revealing that he
came up to just barely under Monica’s breasts. Monica gently patted his head,
the two of them too shocked for words as the formerly towering jock looked up
at the petite woman.
“Tabitha, what the hell is this?” Marty asked, standing up
angrily. “Did you spike our drinks or something? Is this a hallucination?”
“Everyone calm down,” Tabitha said with a laugh, “no it’s
not a hallucination, Spencenar there just got hit by the shrinking spell.”
“Are you insane?” Monica asked, hugging the small man to
her, “this can’t happen! This can’t…”
“Now you know how those villagers felt,” Tabitha said with a
shrug, “and saying it can’t happen doesn’t make a lot of sense when it’s
happening right there in front of you.”
“Tabitha,” Marty said slowly, “how are you doing this?”
“Magic,” Tabitha said, pointing to her witch’s hat with a
smile, “yeah it’s real, and yeah I know how to use it.”
“Fuck!” Spencer said, “come on Tabitha, turn me back!”
“Nope,” Tabitha said with a smirk, “you’ll have to search
the witch’s castle and see if there is an antidote… otherwise?” She jokingly
held a hand up to her head, then lowered it, “well don’t worry Spence, Monica
doesn’t have a problem with short guys.”
“W-What do you mean by-“ Monica began.
“Roll to bash the witch’s brains in!” Spencer shouted.
Tabitha shrugged and rolled the dice again, “uh oh,” she
giggled. “The witch hits you with ANOTHER spell!”
Spencer dwindled even further, his clothes billowing around
him as he shrank down to Monica’s knees.
“Oh god,” the cleric breathed, “Spencer!” she reached down,
trying to help the struggling man out of his clothes. She made a quick *eep* as
she realized that he was naked, cradled easily in her arms as he looked up in
shock.
“So you used your move to help Spencenar out of his own
clothes,” Tabitha mused. With a grin she turned to Marty, “how about you?”
His face went white as he realized the stakes of the fight,
“I run!” he shouted, “side corridor, up the staircase, whatever, I run!”
“Aww,” Tabitha muttered, rolling dice behind the screen,
“after all your brave exploits Sir Martin, I didn’t expect you to suddenly turn
coward.”
“This isn’t a game now!” he rasped, “you can’t expect me
to-“
“A word of advice Sir Martin,” Tabitha said with a small
smile, “you’ll fare much better if you think and act as your character… but you
have escaped for now.”
“Are we seriously going to do this?” Spencer asked, his
naked form hugged against Monica like a stuffed animal, “she’s shrinking us for
real!”
“I don’t know if continuing would be a good idea,” Monica
agreed. “I need to get Spencer to a doctor!”
“Yeah Monica,” Tabitha said, rolling her eyes, “I’m sure a
doctor is going to fix being a foot tall.” She leaned over the DM screen and
grinned, “the only way Spencer gets back to normal is if you finish the game.”
“Why the hell are you doing this?” Spencer asked angrily,
“We’re friends!”
“We are,” Tabitha said with a sigh, “and honestly I’m kind
of offended that you guys think I’d hurt you or something.”
“You shrank me!” Spencer said, “I’m a fucking doll now!”
“No, you’re more like a teddy bear,” Tabitha giggled,
watching Monica hug him closer, “now just keep playing. Come on you guys, how
long have we known each other? Trust me, it’s all going to be okay!”
“You’re going to grow Spencer back?” Marty asked doubtfully.
“I said it’s all going to be okay,” Tabitha repeated, making
eye contact with him as she smiled. Marty sighed, he read enough fantasy and
played enough RPGs to notice that she very deliberately hadn’t actually answered
his question, and from the amused look on Tabitha’s face she was enjoying the
genre savvy thought process playing out in his head.
“I cast divine intervention!” Monica shouted, hugging
Spencer tightly to her. She grabbed the dice and rolled them, her face going
white as the D20 revealed landed on a 2.
“Oh, that sucks!” Tabitha said with a grin, “let’s see if
the witch hit with her shrinking spell!” She rolled her own dice behind the
screen, and Monica squealed in terror as she began to dwindle in size too. Her
clothes billowed around her and she dropped Spencer as she collapsed to the
dining room carpet. “Critical hit!” Tabitha cried excitedly.
“I-I hack at the witch’s ankle!” Spencer shouted from the
floor as Monica struggled to get out of her shirt.
Tabitha got up from behind the screen, sauntering over to
her two diminutive friend’s seats around the table. With a flourish she took
Spencer’s dice off the table, and kneeling down she handed them to the tiny
barbarian.
“Go for it tough guy,” The towering witch said with a wink.
“Oh fuck,” Spencer muttered. He hefted the bowling ball
sized dice and tossed them towards Tabitha’s socked feet. His eyes went wide
with fear as he saw he’d rolled a three. “Uh, can I get a mulligan or
something-“
“Nope,” Tabitha laughed, “the towering witch stops your
charge by pinning you with her foot.” She gently knocked him over with a slow
kick, and her socked foot came down on him and pinned him to the carpet. He
grunted as the sour sweaty smell hit him, and Monica’s face wrinkled in disgust
as the smell hit her, causing her to pause her attempt to escape her own
clothing.
“Do you ever change these?” Spencer shouted angrily pointing
to the sock.
“How often do you think an evil witch in a medieval setting
changes her socks?” Tabitha replied, “it’s immersion!”
“I’m getting real tired of that word,” Marty muttered.
Tabitha ignored the remark, revealing a D20 in her own hand,
“The witch casts another shrinking spell,” she tossed it down to the carpet,
letting the shrunken pair see the natural 20 as it came to a stop in front of
Monica.
“No!” Monica pleaded feebly as she started to shrink
further. She’d been holding up the collar of her shirt as a makeshift covering,
but now she drifted down further, the cloth billowing around her like a tent as
she went from a foot tall down into the range of inches.
“That’s not the worst part,” Tabitha said with a grin, “it’s
actually an area of effect attack.”
Spencer cried out in shock as he began to shrink even
further, his head disappearing under the DM’s socked toes. She scrunched his
form with her toes, giggling to herself as she felt the barbarian squirm. The
cruel witch savored the feeling of victory as the formerly powerful barbarian
was reduced to struggling for breath under her dirty socks.
“Do you guys give up?” Tabitha asked, looking down at an
awestruck Monica, “I can keep spamming this shrinking spell all day, and you
guys can’t really do much damage at that size with all the negative modifiers…
I mean you’d be lucky to win a roll against my big toe at this point.”
“We surrender!” Monica squeaked.
“Cool!” Tabitha said. Her voice became low and dramatic
again, “the witch cackles evilly, hahahaha!” She stepped off Spencer, and he
gasped loudly as he breathed in the fresh air. Tabitha rooted around in a small
duffle bag near her chair for a minute, and came up with a small cage. Her
steps echoed for the tiny pair as she plodded back over to them, and her grubby
fingers swept the two of them up in one swift grab. “The witch regards her tiny
naked prisoners with interest,” Tabitha said with a smirk, “What fine
specimens, perfect for my experiments!” She licked her lips, “or perhaps a
quick snack?” Spencer and Monica hugged each other in fear, and the witch
laughed, “That’s it guys! That’s roleplaying!” She tossed the two of them into
the cage, laughing as they struggled to their feet. She sauntered over to her
seat again, placing her two caged friends next to her.
“Wait a minute,” Marty said excitedly, “If the witch’s
spells are real…” He grinned triumphantly at Tabitha, “I’ll start with Aura of
Courage!” he rolled the dice, shouting excitedly as he saw a 17.
Tabitha shrugged, “do you feel braver?”
“Uhh…” he swallowed nervously, “yeah! You don’t scare me!”
He felt a swelling in his chest, and he slapped his left pec, “oh yeah!”
“The question is,” Tabitha said, biting her lip slightly to
stifle a giggle, “are you roleplaying being braver, or are you actually
braver?”
His courage wavered a moment, but he pushed his chair away
and stood up, “I’m braver!” he insisted, and he was, “I’m a paladin!”
“Tabitha the witch has no chance against such a stalwart
servant of the light,” Tabitha said with an eager smile, “what now, Sir
Martin?”
“I look for her laboratory!” he almost shouted, “if the
shrinking has a cure, she’ll have written it down.”
“Indeed, she seems like a scholarly type,” Tabitha mused.
She turned to her shrunken friends in the cage, “but while the Paladin
continues his hopeless search in the labyrinthian hallways, the witch regards
her adorable captives.”
Tabitha lifted the cage, causing Monica and Spencer to
shriek with terror as the billboard sized face regarded them with a grin. She
opened the cage again, her hand snaking inside and gripping Monica’s struggling
form. She took a moment to enjoy the energetic struggling in her gripped fist,
lifting the woman up to her face with a giggle.
“The witch’s belly growls loudly,” Tabitha said, and her own
stomach rumbled, Marty was suddenly very aware that she hadn’t taken any of the
pizza. She licked her lips, “A cleric would make a fine snack, she says,”
Tabitha lifted Monica up, dangling by one arm above her open mouth.
“Wait!” Spencer shouted, running to the edge of the cage and
gripping the bars. “P-Please don’t!”
Tabitha’s mouth closed in an amused grin, and she lifted
Monica away from her mouth, “Oh? Does the Barbarian wish to entreat the witch
to spare the cleric?” She peered down into the cage, causing the tiny Spencer
to back away, “Why?” she demanded with a grin.
“Uhh…” Spencer gulped, “I er…” he looked up at Monica, who
had gone still, looking at him, eyes wide. “Fuck it,” he muttered, “Spencenar
the Barbarian is in love with Lady Mona!” he declared, “He always has been,
since they first met!”
“Wow!” Tabitha giggled. She shook Monica from side to side,
causing the tiny woman to yelp in surprise, “what do you think Lady Mona?”
“Spencenar is certainly… comely,” Monica managed, “and
brave, and…” she gulped, looking down at the caged Spencer, “yes, Lady Mona has
always loved him too.”
“What a character arc!” Tabitha said excitedly, “Marty, are
you seeing this?”
“Y-Yeah,” he managed in shock. Seeing his friends, naked and
shrunk, confess their characters love to each other was… well it was something,
that was for sure. He’d suspected the two had a thing for each other, but he’d
tried not to say anything for fear of making it awkward.
“The witch pauses,” Tabitha said with a smile, “she is
hungry, but she has a soft spot for true love. Conflicted, the powerful enchantress
peers down at the caged barbarian, hoping to hear words that prove that this
savage has found something special with this paragon of nobility.” Tabitha
grabbed Spencer’s dice, opening the cage again with her free hand and tossing
them inside.
“Are you serious?” he asked, looking at the D20.
“You treated charisma as a dump stat,” Tabitha said with a
shrug, “you’re going to need to do really well here if you want to save Lady
Mona from being an appetizer.”
Spencer looked up at the giant DM, then at Monica’s pleading
face. With a sigh he went over to the dice, now half as large as he was. With a
grunt he hefted it up, making sure to lift with his legs. The roll clattered
along the cage’s floor, and all four people in the room craned their necks
excitedly to see the result.
“A fucking 19!” Spencer said with a triumphant shout.
“The witch is moved by your love for your comrade,” Tabitha
said, slowly returning Monica to the cage, “in fact she wants you to realize
your love in full!”
“W-What does she mean by that?” Monica managed, struggling
to cover herself before the pair of giants.
“The witch gets the vibe that perhaps Lady Mona has long
harbored feelings for the barbarian,” Tabitha explained, “but has always been
too scared to speak her mind on the subject.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Spencer asked, looking at
Monica’s blushing face.
Tabitha rolled her eyes, “the witch seeks to make the
Barbarian less intimidating for the shy cleric.” She waved her hand, and
Spencer began shrinking again, drifting lower until the top of his head was
level with the black tuft of Monica’s pubic hair.
Monica gulped, looking at Spencer, who looked up at her in
awe as she towered over him. Licking her lips she gently ran her hand through
his blond hair, savoring the smooth feeling as her hand found it’s place on the
back of his head.
“It’s true,” she muttered, “I do like you, a lot really… I
always have.”
“I…” he swallowed nervously, looking up at the amazon who towered
over him, “I feel the same way, I just didn’t want to make things weird…”
“The witch is happy to see these feelings bubble to the
surface,” Tabitha said with a smile, “She decides to give the couple some
privacy.” A black cloth appeared in Tabitha’s hand, and she draped it over the
cage, concealing the two from view. With a wink to Marty, she picked it up and
carried the now covered cage into the kitchen, setting it on the counter. “You
two have fun,” she said quietly, leaving her tiny friends as she rejoined Marty
in the dining room.
…
Monica looked up at the blue-green orb, glowing lightly at
the top of their cage even as the curtains shrouded the outside world. Her gaze
traced back down to Spencer, now half her height. He definitely was easier to talk
to at this size, and she smiled as she strutted towards him confidently.
“Did you mean all that, or was it the game?” she asked
quietly.
“Every word,” he muttered, “no roleplaying on this end.”
Monica giggled, and her hand snaked behind Spencer’s head
again, and with a shiver she savored the feeling of that silky blonde hair.
She’d dreamt of it for so long, now he was right here, in her power…
“No roleplaying here either,” she whispered, forcing his
head into her crotch. She groaned with pleasure as the half-sized man began
licking at her wet pussy, fighting the urge to laugh and moan at the same time
as she ground his face against her most intimate area.
She let herself fall back, easily pulling Spencer’s tiny
form to the ground. He separated for a moment, but she was strong enough to
easily pull his face back towards her pussy, and with muffled grunts he began
his work again.
“Yes!” she screamed happily, squirting on his face and
mussing the tiny man’s blond hair. “Mmmm…” she moaned happily, reaching down
and wiping her juices off his face and smearing them through his hair. He sat
still, letting her massive fingers muss and play with his blond locks. “That’s
a good look for you,” she mused.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” he laughed, “you’re
huge… or… well, I guess I’m tinier than you?”
Monica leaned back and smiled, “I finally got the guy I
wanted, if playing some insane round of real life DnD is what it takes… it’s
worth it.” She looked down at his erection and licked her lips, “you have a
fucking huge cock,” she muttered, “even at that size, I’ll bet it’s going to
feel great.”
Spencer swallowed and hefted himself up, readying to enter
her. His arms could barely reach around her thighs, and despite her assurances
she felt very large as he pressed his way in. He thrusted with all his might,
and was rewarded with a happy groan from the amazon. He grinned and went again,
picking up speed as she called encouragement.
“Yes!” she cried, “come on short stuff, show me size doesn’t
matter!”
He picked up speed, encouraged by her moans of pleasure as
the giant thighs on either side of him pressed against his body. He thrashed
against her, struggling to keep up the momentum of his thrusts as her powerful
legs tried to trap him.
…
“Sounds like they’re having fun,” Tabitha said, turning back
to the paladin.
“I… I search her chambers for any sign of a way to undo the
shrinking,” Marty said.
“Roll for perception,” Tabitha said.
Marty rolled his dice, and was rewarded with an 11. He
looked up at Tabitha who shrugged, handing him a folded piece of pink cloth. He
took it, unfolding it quickly, then struggling not to drop it in shock.
“Your search reveals with witch’s worn panties,” Tabitha
giggled. “They smell nice, roll for wisdom.”
“Why would this need me to roll for wisdom?” He demanded.
“There isn’t really a hard and fast willpower save,” Tabitha
said, “I figured wisdom was best, are you wise enough to know not to sniff a
witch’s panties?”
“Can’t I just refuse?” he asked.
“Nope,” Tabitha giggled, “the panties are entrancing, they
call to you with their intoxicating scent.”
“Are they magical or something?” he sighed.
“No, you’re just horny, you’re a virgin paladin confronted
with a super sexy witch and your resolve is breaking!”
“Paladins aren’t necessarily virgins!” he protested feebly.
“Sir Martin is,” Tabitha said, leaning back with a smug air,
“so he gets a -5 modifier to his wisdom roll against the witch’s panties.”
“You’re making this up!” he said, struggling to keep from
burying his face in the pink underwear, “let me see your roll table!”
“No,” she said with a smug smile, “roll wisdom.”
He glanced at the panties, seeming to call to him. With a
grimace he reached for his dice, rolling them with a limp flick of his wrist.
They clattered across the dining room table, crossing the character sheets of
his defeated friends.
“A four,” Tabitha said, slowly looking at Marty, “I guess
you know what that means…”
Marty buried his face in the pink panties, inhaling deeply.
The smell of a warm musky woman’s arousal met his nostrils, and he kept
sniffing and groaning happily even as he felt his chair grow beneath him. He
forced his face away, looking up at the table in shock.
Tabitha’s face appeared over the edge, “Oh no, it looks like
the witch’s panties were enchanted!” she laughed, “but they smell so good…” She
blushed a moment, “the witch is a virgin too, that means you have a minus two
modifier.”
“Sir Martin isn’t a-“ he began.
“Oh quit it,” Tabitha laughed, “I’ve been DM for Sir Martin’s
adventures for almost a decade now, he’s definitely a virgin.” She grabbed his
dice and handed them down to him, his hands grasping the basketball sized dice
feebly. “Now,” she ordered with a smug smile, “roll willpower again, and we’ll
see if you manage to resist the power of the witch’s panties.”
With a sigh he tossed the dice upwards, causing them to tumble
on the table above with a clitter clatter. He looked at Tabitha eagerly,
waiting for her to read him his roll.
“It looks like you have the willpower to resist the siren
smell of the witch’s panties,” Tabitha said, a disappointed look coming over her
face.
Marty looked up at her, towering over him at twice his size,
“Tabitha,” he said quietly, “does this… does this all go back to normal?”
Tabitha was quiet a moment, “Yeah,” she said with a weak
smile, “it does…” She bit her lip, “I’m a witch, for real,” she said softly.
“I guessed,” he said, fighting a laugh, “what I want to know
is are we really friends.”
“Yeah,” she admitted with a sigh, “you’ll all be back to
normal by tomorrow.” She smiled weakly, “I get that maybe you guys won’t want
to see me again, but I wanted to see Monica and Spencer get together… and I had
kind of hoped…”
“What happens if I sniff the panties?” he said, cutting her
off.
“Uhh,” Tabitha said, a smile beginning to form on her face, “you
keep shrinking.”
“You foul witch!” he cried dramatically, “if I give myself
over to you, will you let my friends go?”
Tabitha blinked, “Yeah!” she said excitedly, “I uh…” she
cleared her throat, “Sir Martin, long has the witch Tabitha desired you! She
has followed your exploits, wondering what it would take to make you her own.”
“Sir Martin looks at the witch,” he said, staring at Tabitha,
“and buries his face in her amazing panties.” He pushed them into his nose,
inhaling the musky scent of her worn underwear as he shrank into the dining
room chair. His clothes stretched around him, becoming massive tents as he
gripped Tabitha’s panties to his ever diminishing face.
“The witch looks on with approval,” Tabitha said in a husky
voice, “at long last a man worthy of her has appeared.”
“What will you do with me?” he asked, not sure if he was in
character or not.
“You seem to love the witch’s panties,” Tabitha declared, “so
you will remain in them as prisoner!” She reached down to pluck him up,
dangling him by one arm as she drew him close to her starry blue robes. Her
free hand parted the costume, revealing her body, glistening with sweat as she
brought him to the waistband of her underwear. “Are you prepared, Sir Martin,
for the final dungeon?”
“I fear nothing!” he declared.
“Then face your defeat,” she giggled, stretching her panties
away from her body and dropping the thrashing tiny man inside.
Her palm reached the front of her panties, gently pressing
her struggling friend against her womanhood. She squealed as his body squirmed
against her, and with a mischievous giggle, she pushed him first down, and them
upwards, forcing him inside her wet and waiting tunnel.
She hissed as his form was forced inside her, the powerful
walls of her womanhood forcing him up and inside her. Tabitha collapsed back
into her chair as pleasure rocked her body, her walls squeezing Marty as her juices
soaked him, lubricating him and letting her eager muscles draw him further in.
“T-The witch wins this one!” she managed, panting as her
first orgasm hit her. “The p-party was too weak to… oh fuck,” she shivered and
crossed her legs, keeping her prisoner from slipping out.
Her moans could be heard throughout the house, and in the
kitchen where the small cage lay covered by a black cloth, a rivaling cry of
pleasure echoed. The two shrunken lovers would continue until neither had the
strength to move, and Sir Martin the Paladin would eventually exhaust even his
mighty strength against the powerful pussy of Tabitha the witch. As the DM let
her head loll back, she smiled as she realized that this particular scenario
would require multiple sessions to finish.