Eric blinked tiredness out of his eyes. Wednesdays were
always the worst, whatever energy you had from the weekend was already
exhausted and any more rest was still two days away. He held on to the handle
on the subway car, feeling the swaying motion as his shoulders jostled with the
similarly subdued passengers.
“Hey!” a woman’s voice called. “Excuse me!” she was pushing
through the people jammed into the subway car. Every now and then she stopped
to sniff the air. Most people gave her a glance, and then parted, you didn’t
mess with subway weirdos.
As the girl got closer Eric got a good look at her and
frowned. She was wearing a tight black tube top and a pair of short shorts that
left her midriff exposed, an odd choice for the weather this time of year. It
showed off her ample curves in a pleasing way, and they were ample. Eric didn’t
want to stare, that would have been rude, but she had an hourglass figure that
would make a model jealous, and with her agitated movements those assets were
jiggling a lot. Sticking out of a mop of fiery red hair she had what looked
like a pair of… fox ears? He blinked, there was a tail too, and it moved? It
was one heck of a costume, he wondered if there was a comic convention in town
or something. She was short too, barely scratching five feet, if that.
She almost moved passed him but stopped, sniffing the air
again. Her eyes went wide and she turned to him with a smile. He jolted in
surprise as the girl leaned in close, sniffing him all over. Suddenly she gave
a happy squeal.
“I’m sorry,” he said uncomfortably, “Did I forget to wear
deodorant or something?”
“No!” she said eagerly, “You’re perfect, just what I’ve been
looking for!”
“Excuse me?”
“I could smell you out in the street!” she said excitedly,
“I’ve been tracking you all morning and I finally caught up!”
“I think you have me confused with someone else,” he said
with what he hoped was a friendly smile. “This is my stop, excuse me-“ he
walked for the door as it opened, deliberately pushing past her. She was a cute
girl, and she didn’t look like much of a threat, but you didn’t mess with
subway people.
“W-wait!” she stammered, chasing him through the doors.
“Look,” he said, “I’m sorry, but I’m on my way to work and-“
“I need some of your spirit energy!” the girl said, grabbing
his arm, “you’re the only person around here that’s got the right type! Maybe
in this whole city!”
“Spirit energy?” he asked with a chuckle, “Okay, here you
go.” He reached into his wallet and pulled out a twenty-dollar bill, handing it
to her. “For the laugh.”
She stared at the bill, confused for a moment, then tossed
it over her shoulder, “Look,” she said, a bit antsy, “I’m… I’m REALLY hungry
mister, it took a lot of my power to even get to the human world and I’m not in
great shape.”
“I don’t really understand,” he said, glancing at the subway
turnstile, “I just tried to give you money-“
“I need spirit energy,” she explained, “life force, chi,
soul power?” He stared at her blankly and she sighed and continued, “I can’t
just TAKE it, or a bunch of meanies like angels and guardians and stuff are
going to come after me. You need to make an agreement with me!”
“Okay,” he sighed, resigning himself to being late for work,
“what do I get out of this?” he asked with a smile. This was probably some new
age fortune telling scheme, he’d humor her a bit and tell the story around the
water cooler, he decided.
“Oh all kinds of stuff!” She said excitedly, “I’ll watch out
for you, give you good luck, you can summon me whenever you want!”
He rolled his eyes, “Okay sure, how do we do it?”
She beamed, “Okay first you say your full name,”
“I, Eric Jameson,” he said.
“Agree to form a contract with Astoria the succubus!” she
giggled, “that’s me!”
“Agree to form a contract with Astoria the succubus,” he
finished.
He blinked as the world seemed to shimmer. Dizziness
overcame him, and he stumbled a moment, almost dropping his briefcase. She
reached out to steady him, and he was surprised by just how strong she was as
she hefted him back upright. He was suddenly very aware of how empty the subway
stop had become, where had everyone gone?
“Sorry to jump right in,” she said, “but I really need this
NOW!”
A pleasant tingling washed over him, warm and sensuous, like
a lover’s kiss. He fought the urge to sigh as it filled every pore and far
corner of his body. He blinked and tried to panic as he realized his skin was
glowing, but it was like he was sedated. No matter how hard he tried to summon
a fight or flight response, his body was ignoring his brain’s orders. The world
began to stretch, and the hands of the girl holding him seemed to grow even
stronger, larger, against him. He blinked again; mouth open.
“Yummy!” she said, pulling away from him.
As he stumbled backwards he realized his sleeves were just
slightly over his hands, in fact all of his clothes were too loose and his feet
knocked around with space to spare in his shoes. The girl on the other hand now
stood at least a foot taller than him, grinning down at him with that same
jubilant expression.
“You have some GREAT spirit energy master!” she said,
licking her lips, “Now, did you have somewhere you needed to be, or can I just
nip a bit more off you-“
He turned and ran, dropping his briefcase as he struggled to
hold his pants up. As he crashed through the subway turnstile he realized it
was halfway up his stomach, rather than at his waist where it should have been.
She hadn’t just gotten bigger, he was definitely smaller! Looking back at the
confused girl he realized their heights had effectively swapped, he’d gone down
to barely being five feet, while she now had his six and one inch.
He kept running, his heart pounding and his mind reeling. He
didn’t stop until he reached his office, almost tripping as he forced his way
through a now much heavier revolving door. Not waiting for the elevator he
sprinted up the stairs, a logical part of him said that was silly, he wouldn’t
be any safer in the office, but he still felt a sense of security as he
stumbled into his chair, secure behind his desk and with the dividing walls of
his cubicle to keep the world out.
He stopped to think, this was impossible, right? Fox girls
weren’t real, succubi weren’t real, and people didn’t shrink… No, it was
definitely real, as he held an uncomfortably large computer mouse in his hand
he went lightheaded at the realization, he was… short?
His thoughts were interrupted by his desk phone ringing.
Reflexively he picked it up, “Eric Jameson,” he said in a
neutral voice.
“Hi Eric!” Melinda’s cheery voice came over the phone. “Are
you having a good morning?”
His boss was a former college roommate of his mom’s who had
helped him get this job. It was a bit of a running joke around the office how
the older woman would mother him a bit, always prying into his personal life
and reminding him to wear a coat. It didn’t extend to his workload though, if
anything she was a little tougher on him than the rest. “Helping fulfill his
potential,” she called it.
“I’m not feeling well,” he said with a sigh, knowing that
would set her off, “I might have to duck out.”
“Oh no!” Melinda said, “Eric, we’ve talked about you taking
better care of yourself! Well, before you go, there’s a young woman here in my
office who says she found your briefcase on the subway. Come on by and get it,
would you?”
His blood ran cold. Shakily he stood up, walking down the
row of cubicles to Melinda’s office like a condemned man. Should he run? He
wondered, but where to? If she had his briefcase, she probably had his home
address.
He pushed the door open and fought a wave of panic as he saw
the girl, Astoria, lounging in one of the chairs in front of Melinda’s desk.
The two women were laughing about something, and the fox-girl had a steaming
cup of coffee in one hand.
“Eric!” Melinda said, gesturing him over. She frowned,
seeing his loose clothes, but didn’t say anything further. “This young lady
says she ran into you on the subway?”
“Y-Yeah,” he stammered, refusing to meet the succubus’s
eyes.
“What a nice young woman,” Melinda said, beaming, “to return
a stranger’s briefcase like that!”
“Oh, he’s not a stranger,” Astoria said, “he’s my master
now!”
Melinda frowned, “I’m sorry, I don’t follow.”
“We made a contract and everything,” she said, as though it
were the most obvious thing in the world, “This drink is good, what did you say
it was called?”
“Uh, coffee,” Melinda said. “Eric, what’s going-“
“She shrank me!” he blurted out, gesturing to his loose
clothes, “Look!” he stood up and Melinda’s eyes went wide as she fully took in
his diminished stature.
“Good lord,” Melinda murmured. Getting up she walked around
the desk. She stood a good six inches over Eric now, her mouth gaped as she
looked down at the man she normally looked up at. She reached and patted his
head, making sure it was real.
“That’s what happens when I feed off you,” Astoria
explained, “I guess I should have mentioned that earlier, huh?”
“You think!?” Eric sputtered.
Melinda bit her lip, “So, the fox ears, the tail… those
aren’t a costume, are they dear?”
“Nope!” Astoria said happily. “I’m glad you humans are
finally getting it. Do you not get a lot of spirits on this plane?”
“No,” Melinda said quietly, “Or… well, at least not in this
office.”
“C-Can you turn me back?” Eric asked pleadingly.
“Oh, you’ll go back to your old size in a few hours probably,”
Astoria said dismissively, “your spirit energy is just constantly flowing out
of you, now if you let me take more it would take longer to-“
“More!?” Eric asked, scuttling behind Melinda.
“I just had a little appetizer back there!” Astoria said
with a grin, “I’d really like it if you let me have a full meal!”
“Now enough of that,” Melinda snapped, “Eric, go sit down,”
she said firmly. Her hand touched the top of his head and she guided him back
to the seat next to Astoria. With a huff she sat down behind her desk and
regarded the two of them.
“Astoria was it?” She asked, seeing the fox-girl nod she
continued, “You’re some kind of spirit, or a demon, whatever, let’s move on.
Why are you here, and are you going to hurt Eric?”
“My parents said it was time for me to spend a century or
two in the human world,” she explained, “Also, I’d never hurt master! He fed me
when I was starving and-“
“Master?” Eric squeaked.
“Well yeah,” she said obliviously, “You’re my master now,
that’s how the contract works.”
“Then I order you to leave me alone!” he said triumphantly.
Her eyes went wide, “B-but you’re the only one around here I
can feed off! I can’t go back to the spirit realm yet either!”
“Okay,” Melinda said with a sigh, “Eric, we’re clearly out
of our depth here, I’d call legal but I don’t think this is exactly their realm
of expertise.”
“Do you want an Angel?” Astoria asked quietly, “They’re kind
of like lawyers for humans but…” she gulped, “they’re kind of mean-“
“Yes!” Eric said excitedly, “Astoria, I order you to summon
an angel!”
There was a flash of light and a with a burst of wind a
trumpet sounded, scattering the papers on Melinda’s desk. A being was
silhouetted against the brilliant glow, with wings and a sword in hand. They
all shielded their eyes as the being stepped out of the light, she was clad in
an otherwise ordinary business suit, but the flaming sword in her hand was
positively medieval.
“I am Helena, guardian angel,” she said in a voice that
echoed through the small office, “Now Demon, prepare yourself for smiting!”
The sword lashed out and Astoria squealed in panic, leaping
out of the chair as it was cleaved in two. She huddled behind Eric, shaking.
“Whoa!” He said, holding his hands up, “I-I don’t want you
to kill her!”
The glow disappeared and the angel looked at him, confused,
“Human, you called me here because a demon was accosting you, what did you
expect would happen?”
“I just thought you could make her go somewhere else!” he
protested.
“And I will,” she said, raising the sword, “oblivion!”
Astoria cowered behind Eric, and he felt a pang of guilt.
“Excuse me Miss uh, Helena,” Melinda said, eying the
destroyed office furniture warily, “My employee has apparently accidentally
made some sort of contract with this creature. We were wondering if it could
be… nullified?”
The Angel gave Eric a withering look, “Is that coffee
fresh?” she asked, pointing to the machine Melinda kept in her office. At the
manager’s nod the angel sighed and walked over to it. The sword shimmered a
moment, then began to deform, slowly taking the shape of a coffee mug that read
“#1 Angel.” She poured herself a cup and walked back to the three of them.
“Get out from behind the human, foul spawn of darkness,”
Helena growled, “if he willingly made the contract, I can’t do anything to
you.” She glared at him again, “It was willing, wasn’t it?”
“I didn’t understand-“ he protested.
The angel glanced at Astoria, who gulped, “I-I told him I
needed spirit energy, and that if he agreed to give me some, we’d have a pact.”
“Sounds willing enough to me,” The angel said, taking a swig
of coffee.
Astoria slowly peeked out from behind Eric, then more
confidently stood up. In a rather juvenile gesture she stuck her tongue out at
the angel, who just rolled her eyes.
“So what do I do then?” Eric asked, “Is she just going to
follow me around and keep shrinking me whenever she gets hungry?”
The angel shrugged, “next time don’t make a contract with a
demon, what else do you want me to say?” She grinned, and the wings behind her
fluttered a moment, “On that note, I came all this way for nothing, and
someone’s got to pay the fare.”
She reached out and touched Eric’s head with her free hand,
her other raising the coffee to her lips so she could take a sip. He gasped as
he felt that same tingling sensation run over his body, along with the feeling
of peace. He felt himself drifting lower, his clothes becoming looser, and he
realized the Angel was draining him in the same way Astoria had earlier. When
she pulled her hand away he was probably only three feet tall, he blinked in
shock, looking at the three now gigantic women standing over him. He held up
his arms and realized his sleeves now dangled at the end, as though he were
playing dress up in his father’s clothes.
“I must commend your taste demon,” The angel said, ruffling
his hair one last time, “this human has excellent flavor.”
With that she fluttered her wings once, and there was
another flash of light and a trumpet sound as she disappeared, leaving a scorch
mark on Melinda’s carpet.
“Well then,” Melinda said, collecting herself, “I think
you’re stuck with her Eric…” she glanced across the desk at the now half sized
man, she giggled, “you look adorable by the way.”
“So, what then?” he asked, gesturing and causing the ends of
his sleeves to swing wildly. Melinda fought down another laugh at that, and he
scowled, “Is she just coming home with me?”
“This human has a house?” Astoria said, looking at Melinda,
“Jackpot!”
“An apartment,” Melinda said, a bit amused, “but same
concept, yes.” She sighed and looked down at her shrunken employee, “You say
he’s going to be back to normal soon?”
“Even if I drained all his energy, it would only take him a
day at most to get back to normal,” Astoria said, “If I didn’t keep draining
him anyway.” She gave him a grin he wasn’t sure he liked.
“Here’s what I propose,” Melinda said, looking back and
forth between the demon and Eric, “Your master here needs to be at a… decent height
for his job duties, and… other things, could you find it in yourself to limit
your feedings for those times?”
“Oh yeah,” Astoria said, “I probably don’t need to take more
than a foot or so off him a day to stay fed, but if you give me more, I can do more
magic!”
“Let’s hold off on that,” Eric protested, looking down at
his clothes, pooled around him. He sighed, “I guess… I guess this is life now.”
“Why don’t you take the rest of the day off?” Melinda said
sympathetically. “This is a big adjustment for all of us.”
“How am I even supposed to get home?” he asked, “look at
me!” He couldn’t even keep his pants up, and letting them fall he wasn’t even
exposed as his shirt hung down his frame.
Astoria leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek, he
started as the now familiar tingling feeling calmed him, and even as the
logical part of his brain panicked, he didn’t feel any fear or alarm as he
began drifting even lower into the chair. The collar of his shirt passed his
ears, and he stared up through where his neck would have been at Astoria’s smug
grin and Melinda’s amazed expression.
The demon’s hand shot down through it, and before he could
even think to hide in the massive maze of fabric that his clothing had become,
her fingers pinched his arm and lifted him up like a doll. He dangled naked
from her grip, being held in front of the two house sized faces. With a start
he tried to cover his privates with his free hand, which just caused Astoria to
giggle and Melinda to blush.
“He’s so small,” Melinda breathed, “Eric, are you… does it
hurt?”
“N-No,” he stuttered, “I’m uhh… could you please look away?”
“No need,” Astoria said gleefully. Pulling her top away from
her skin she slowly lowered Eric into her exposed cleavage. He protested feebly
but she released the elastic material, causing his world to jiggle as he was
trapped between her massive boobs and sealed away from the rest of the world.
Eric fought against the massive breasts on either side of
him, but it seemed like whatever purchase he could get just caused him to slip
lower, like quicksand. There was just the slightest coating of sweat on her
skin, which wasn’t making things any easier. Summoning all of his strength he
made one last attempt.
Melinda looked at the other woman’s chest, hearing the
feeble sounds of protest from inside, but the demon just grabbed her breasts
from each side, and gave them a quick shake. Eric went silent, and the demon
grinned smugly.
“There we go,” she said, “he’s nice and deep in there now.
Hopefully he’ll relax a bit, he seems really high strung!”
“Er, yes,” Melinda said uncomfortably. “Do you need
directions to his home?”
“With all the energy I just slurped off this little guy?”
she patted her boobs, shaking Eric’s prison, “I can easily use a locate spell.”
She snapped her fingers and a large sackcloth bag appeared in her hand, she
snapped again and Eric’s clothing and effects seemed to fly off the ground and
into it. She pointed at the coffee pot, and Melinda’s eyes went wide as it
seemingly refilled itself.
“P-Please take good care of Eric,” Melinda said feebly.
“Oh, don’t worry!” Astoria said, waving dismissively, “he’ll
be back here tomorrow, good as new! And pretty soon he’ll wonder how he ever
got along without me!”
As she left Melinda sipped her coffee thoughtfully, “Well,”
she said finally, “at least I can tell his mother he met a girl.”
…
Eric was squeezed on all sides by the soft flesh of
Astoria’s boobs. Every now and then his world jiggled, but he was firmly
trapped here, surrounded by her warmth and a smell somewhere between vanilla
and cinnamon. The constant motion, the smell, and the knowledge of where he was
had rapidly gotten him excited, his erection straining against the soft flesh.
Although he couldn’t reach down to touch himself, the constant jiggling was
more than enough stimulation to drive him crazy.
Light filled his vision suddenly, and he blinked as he
realized Astoria had pulled her top away from her skin again. A pair of fingers
reached down, parting the fleshy prison and clasping his arm as they pulled him
out. He shivered as he was lifted through air that, compared to the warmth of
her chest, was far too cold for comfort, and he grunted as his feet made
contact with a hard surface. Looking around he realized it was his own kitchen
table.
“Welcome home master!” She said excitedly, “This place is
great, I love it!”
“Thanks,” he said, fighting the urge to cover himself again,
“Listen, could we lay down some ground rules?”
She crossed her arms and set her head on the table, grinning
down at her tiny master, “Of course,” she said, “it’s your home, and I am your
obedient familiar!”
“From now on, no shrinking me without asking,” he said
sternly, or as sternly as you could naked in front of a giantess.
She frowned, “A girl’s gotta eat, but… okay.”
“Also can you… I don’t know, change how you look?”
She grinned, “Oh yeah, easily.” Her red hair flashed blonde,
then black, then back to red, “it takes magic though, so if you want me to look
different all the time you’ll have to let me feed off you more.”
“Okay,” he sighed, “When you’re out in public, maybe you
should hide the fox ears and tail?”
She frowned, “D-Do you not like my floofy tail?” the
appendage in question flailed behind her.
“No!” he said, hands in front of him, “I love it, really!”
she beamed and he continued, “It’s just… most people around here aren’t used to
fox-girls.” He paused a moment, “You don’t really look like what I’d expect a
demon to look like.”
“Oh,” she said, “that’s because I’m half Japanese.”
He blinked, “Demons have… nationalities?”
“Well duh,” She said with a grin, “Dad’s a yokai, mom’s a
succubus, I’m… I guess a succubus too?” she shrugged, “Holy water doesn’t hurt
me, and curved roofs can’t scare me off either! Best of both worlds.”
She focused back on him, “Anyways, yeah, I can look human
when I go out, if that will make things easier.”
“Great,” he said, “I guess… that’s it.”
“Is it?” she asked, a bit confused, “Master, you’re very
clearly aroused!” she reached out a finger, the massive digit playfully poking
the tip of an erection that hadn’t gone down one bit since he’d been released,
“I felt that poking me all the way over here!”
“Oh,” he said, embarrassed, “I’m sorry-“
She snatched him up, causing him to cry out in surprise.
Before he could react, he was being brought up to her face, she smiled and
winked at him before pressing his tiny body against the plump softness of her
lips. He gasped as his erection was pressed between those massive pink pillows,
and he fought a moan as the giant fox-girl began to suck and play with him.
Her hand moved from underneath him, to behind him, holding
him in place as her lips and tongue forced wave after wave of ecstasy over him.
His arms and legs flailed, without purpose or purchase, as her mouth became his
entire world.
She giggled, amused at his struggles. She pressed him to her
mouth harder, squeezing him between her face and palm. He was completely at her
mercy, and that turned him on more than anything had in his entire life. A
finger came up behind his head, the single massive digit stroking his hair and
reminding him how small he was.
His hips bucked as he came, and her lips were merciless in
milking every last drop out of him, his seed disappearing into her cavernous
mouth. He collapsed backwards into her palm, his chest heaving as the afterglow
permeated every fiber of his body. She slowly pulled him away, letting him see
her full face as she smiled down at him, with what had to be a deliberately
pronounced gulp, she swallowed his miniscule load.
“Well?” She asked with a smile, “Are we feeling better now,
master?”
“T-That was,” he gasped, “amazing…”
“Succubus powers,” she said with a grin, “we always know
just how to play with humans… some of the more powerful ones can make you guys
cum with a look,” she saw his expression and giggled, “I’m not quite that good
yet, but maybe we’ll get there with practice.”
“I-Is that part of having you as a familiar?” he managed.
She grinned, “You feed me, I take care of you, in any way
you need to be taken care of.” She glanced around the apartment and frowned,
seeing clothes tossed haphazardly on the floor, and again when she noticed the
dishes piled in the sink. “Master, you might have some OTHER needs that we need
to take care of…”
…
The rest of the day was mostly spent teaching Astoria how
human appliances and electronics worked. She seemed amazed that he could summon
water, light, and fire, all without magic, and the Television had mystified
her. Throughout most of it she had carried his tiny form in her hand, thankfully
she’d wrapped a small wash rag around him, giving him some modesty.
“It’s amazing,” she marveled, clicking the remote again as
she cycled through the channels, “you can scry all of these things, and not a
single spark of magic…”
“Yeah,” Eric explained, “and if you want to see a particular
program I’ve got streaming and-“ he felt the ground begin to shake.
“Oh,” Astoria said excitedly, “looks like your energy is
replenished!”
As the ceiling above started getting closer, she gently sat
him down on the carpet. He breathed a sigh of relief as he passed her knees,
then her waist, finally they were briefly eye to eye before he stood over her
again. The washrag fell to the floor, and he thought about covering himself,
but it seemed pointless now, she’d seen everything, and by her look was
enjoying a glance at the full-size package.
“See master?” She said sweetly, “I told you! You’re back to
normal.”
“Yeah,” he muttered, looking at his hands. It felt good
knowing he wouldn’t be toy sized forever, no matter what they’d agreed to or
what the succubus had promised, a part of him had feared she was lying and he’d
be her shrunken pet for the rest of his life. He felt a stir down below at the
thought, now why did such an undesirable scenario suddenly turn him on?
“Because you like the idea,” Astoria giggled, putting her
hands behind her back and rocking on her heels slightly. Seeing his surprised
expression she grinned wider, “Succubus, remember? I can’t read most of your
thoughts, but any sexual thoughts? Any dirty fantasies?” She tapped her fox
ears, “I pick those right up.” She playfully skipped closer to him, her foxlike
tail bobbing behind her, “And YOU, master,” she poked his chest, “want to be a
shrunken little slave to a beautiful, sexy, demoness!”
“W-What!?” He protested, “No I don’t! I’m really happy to be
back to full size, seriously!”
She sighed and shook her head, “You can’t lie to me master,
not on something like that! I see right through it.” She circled him, almost
predatorily, “If that’s what you truly desire, you can have it…” she grinned
and traced a finger along his chest, and then his side, finally around to his
back as she stepped behind him. He shivered at the sensation. “I could suck all
your spirit energy out, and then I just… won’t stop.” She giggled, “EVER!” she
hugged him from behind.
“Astoria,” he breathed, wincing as she reached around and
grabbed his rapidly hardening cock, “Please-“
“Tell me to stop master,” she giggled, starting to stroke
him, “say don’t shrink me, and I won’t!” She picked up her speed, “I know we
made a little agreement,” she said softly, “but if I don’t hear a firm no by
the time I count to five…” She reached up and bit his earlobe lightly, “I’m
going to start feeding again.”
“One,” she began, laughing at his expression. He grimaced,
enjoying the feeling of her hand and trying to force himself to think.
“Two,” she continued, “Oh master, I’m going to take so much
more this time.” She bit her lip and giggled, still stroking him.
“Three,” she said, her voice going low, “Think of all the
places you’ll be able to fit, I’ll try to spare a little magic so you can breathe…
maybe.”
“You’re just joking right?” he breathed, “I mean you
wouldn’t really leave me small-“
“FOREVER!” she said gleefully, “FOUR!”
“Hnng,” he gritted his teeth as she kept playing with him.
The rational part of his brain was panicking, but another part was riding the
waves of sensation as the succubus masterfully toyed with him, physically and
mentally.
“It’s just one little word,” she said teasingly, “a little
no is all it takes master, then you can stay big!”
“N-“ he began
“FIVE!” Astoria shouted over him triumphantly.
His skin glowed and the soothing tingle of the succubus’s
feeding raced over him, the panicked parts of his mind fell silent, and as he
shrank smaller into the fox-girl’s arms. She kept stroking his cock as he got
smaller, her hand quickly outsizing it. She lay him on the ground, his back
resting on the increasingly rough fabric of his carpet fibers as she knelt down
over him, now playing with his manhood with just a pair of fingers.
“Oh no,” he moaned, half in pleasure and half in despair,
“Astoria, please, I didn’t mean it-“
“Small forever!” she teased, still stroking him. She leaned
in close so her face dominated his whole vision, “I’ll still call you master of
course, but you’ll be more like my pet.”
“You can’t do this!” he protested, but it was halfhearted,
even though he knew he’d regret it he found the idea intoxicating.
“It’s too late,” She laughed, “Now come for me, and say
hello to the rest of your life!”
He cried out as he sprayed her fingers, bucking his hips
upward as she milked him easily. Her massive eyes bored down on him,
intensifying the experience and driving him wild with lust. The glow washed
over him again, the dual feelings of orgasm and energy drain overwhelming his
senses. He watched the already titanic Astoria get larger, and she teasingly
waved goodbye to him as the carpet fibers rose around him like trees.
“Okay,” she whispered, “I think that’s enough.”
She knelt down as far as she could, parting the carpet
fibers with her fingers as she searched for her tiny master. Squinting she
caught a small movement, and, licking the tip of her finger, she pressed it
down, causing the speck sized man to be stuck to it easily.
Eric fought with all his strength, but at this size the
adhesion from her gooey spit was more than enough to hold him in place like
concrete. Wind rushed by his face and blew his hair about as he was lifted into
the air by the giant finger. Soon he was face to face with the grinning
succubus, her face now larger than a mountain.
“Thanks for all that spirit energy master,” she giggled,
“I’m full to bursting! I could probably turn lead into gold right now!” Her
finger traced lower, stopping in front of her wet and waiting womanhood, just a
small patch of red hair shaved in the shape of a heart above it.
He stared into that chasm, a mix of fear and lust rising in
him as the wet musky smell washed over him. Would she really stick him in
there? He was rocketed forward, not even able to scream as he was plunged into
the immense warm darkness of the succubus’s waiting womanhood.
To Astoria it was simply fingering herself, and she giggled
at the thought of how the simple action would be world shaking for her tiny
master. She pulled her finger out and examined it briefly, smiling when she saw
that the tiny man had been sucked off it, now hopelessly trapped inside her.
With a pleased sigh, she flopped backwards onto the couch,
her foxlike ears flaring outwards as she reached down and began to masturbate
in earnest. If master was moving, well he was far too small for her to feel at
that size, but knowing he was in there made all the difference.
Eric’s world shook even as the warm folds of the massive
pussy squeezed and caressed him. He might have tried to climb out, but it was
useless. The rapidly increasing wetness made movement all but impossible,
except to be flushed about wherever her internal muscles pushed him. The world
quaked again and again, reminding him how powerless he was even against
Astoria’s most intimate place.
The succubus groaned happily as she reached orgasm, taking
immense satisfaction in the knowledge that the slight tremors in her body would
be like earthquakes to the tiny human. Finally, when she was well and done, she
stuck her finger in again. She had to use magic to locate him, he’d been pushed
deep inside her, and she’d have never found him otherwise.
She drew him out, stuck once more to her finger, though this
time with a more intimate fluid. Once more he was imprisoned in front of her
gigantic face, filling his entire field of vision. She lazily regarded him, and
he just stared at her angrily.
“I know you loved that,” she said with a grin, “You’re angry
sure, but I felt every thought you had about it, you’re halfway hoping I’ll
stick you back in right now.”
He sighed, it was true… he had to figure out a way out of
this-
“Okay,” she breathed, “Time to come clean… I was kidding.”
He blinked, “What!?” he shouted.
“I was kidding!” she said, somehow able to hear him even at
his miniscule size, “you were having all of those sexy fantasies of being
shrunk against your will, so I thought I’d just kind of… give it to you?”
“So you’re going to let me grow back?” he asked. He
struggled again briefly against the drying fluid holding him in place, stuck
like this on her fingertip was a real reminder of just how small she’d made
him.
“Ohh, poor master,” she said, giving him a fake pout,
“Sorry, I think I scared you a little too much. Here, I’ll give you some of
your energy back.”
The now familiar tingling splashed over him, only this time
he was getting larger! He fell off the tip of her finger and down into her palm
as he went from a grain of sand, to a bug, and then finally to a doll. He kept
growing until he was maybe a foot and a half tall, cradled in her arms, and
then stopped. He looked up at her in confusion.
“I said I’d give SOME of it back,” she said, ruffling his
hair. “Now tell me the truth, did you have fun?”
“Yeah,” he admitted, not seeing the point in lying, if she
really could read his mind about that kind of thing it would be obvious. “It
was amazing.”
“It was a little mean spirited,” she said regretfully, “but
we succubi have a sort of sense for what we should say or do in those
situations, something just told me that it was the right way to go.”
“I…” he sighed, “yeah, it definitely paid off, that was the
hottest experience of my life.”
“So far,” she said, ruffling his hair, “I’ll bet I can top
it.”
…
Eric woke up the next day in his bed, at full size. He could
have sworn he fell asleep cradled in Astoria’s arms like a teddy bear… Was the
whole thing a dream? There was a slight smell of cinnamon and vanilla on the
bedsheets, but it could have been his imagination. He shook his head and got up
to get dressed.
“Good morning, Master!” a cheerful voice called as he walked
out of his bedroom.
Astoria was definitely real, if back down to the five feet
he’d met her at. She’d cooked a large breakfast spread, and his stomach growled
as he sat down and served himself sausages and a scoop of potatoes.
Taking a bite his eyes lit up, “Wow, these are great!”
“Breakfast is one of the demonic arts!” Astoria said happily,
placing a stack of pancakes in front of him, “right up there with necromancy!”
“Really?” he asked, pouring a small cup of syrup over the
pancakes.
“Yeah, for whatever reason the arch-demons really wanted all
the succubi in hell’s army to know how to make breakfast,” she said with a
shrug, “I guess it helps with seduction?”
“Call me seduced,” he said, taking another bite.
“So master,” Astoria said gingerly, “Since I’m going to be
staying here, I was thinking… I really only brought this pair of clothes from
the spirit world, and-“
Eric reached into his wallet and pulled out a credit card,
sliding it across the table to her, “Go get yourself some things then, least I
could do.”
She smiled, “Oh thank you master!” she picked up the card
and frowned, “Is this… is this thing valuable to humans?”
“Just give it to the storekeep,” he said with a smile,
“they’ll know what to do.”
“Great!” she said, “Now one last thing, I fed you master,
now you’ve got to feed me!”
He sighed and held out a hand. Astoria gripped it, and he
felt the energy begin to slid out of him, and into her. She grew bigger,
reaching his normal six foot height, while he took her place at five. She
seemed to think a minute, and he grunted in surprise as he shot down one final
inch, putting him at 4’ 11”
“I needed a little extra juice for a location spell,” she
explained, “I don’t know where they sell clothes in the human world.”
…
With his belt tightened as much as it would go, his shirt
tucked in to his waist, and his sleeves rolled up, he managed to make it in to
the office. The world was a different place being this short, but still
navigable. A few people spared him odd glances, but nobody said anything. He
made it to his cubicle without incident and began logging in to check his
emails.
“How’s life short stuff?” Melinda said, appearing in his
cubicle, cup of coffee in hand.
“She made me breakfast,” he said with a smile.
“It’s wild,” his boss murmured, “magic, demons, angels,
that’s all real…”
“And yet I still have to come into work,” he laughed, “I
guess I’ve got another mouth to feed… kind of.”
“This one just eats height,” Melinda said, regarding her
coffee cup a moment, “You’re definitely not going to be the tall guy around
here again… is she going to shave this much off you every day?”
“I’m not sure,” he said, “I mean, she promised she wouldn’t
take off enough that I’d have to miss work.”
“I wonder where she thinks that line is?” His boss asked
with a raised eyebrow, “So, do you think you can live with it?”
“I think so yeah,” he said, “she seems… nice enough.”
“Nice,” Melinda snorted.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked with a frown.
“Nothing,” His boss said with a smirk, “Young men, all the
same.”
…
Eric turned the key to the lock on his apartment. Inside he
heard a thump, as though someone were leaping off a couch, and then the pitter
patter of feet across the floor as he opened the door.
“Master!” Astoria shouted happily as she collided with him.
The rest of his height had returned sometime later in the day, which had been a
pleasant surprise, so when the now petite succubus collided with him, she
wasn’t able to knock him over.
“Hi Astoria,” he laughed, reaching down to rub her fox-ears.
Playfully he grabbed at her tail as it swooshed upwards, causing her to giggle
as she hugged him closer. Glancing around he saw that his apartment was cleaner
than at any point since he’d moved in, he marveled at countertops that
practically seemed to shine.
“I did a little cleaning up,” she explained, “And I thought
of a fun way to make sure it stays clean!”
“Oh?” he asked.
She shrugged, “Every time I have to clean something, you can
give me an inch of your height! Don’t worry though, first one’s free.”
“Uhhh,” he gulped, and she just smirked.
“You look like you need to unwind,” she said, “would you
like me to draw you a bath?” She sniffed him, seeming to sense the dirty
thoughts already filling his head, “Or maybe you want me to shrink you?” She
bit her lip, “Which one would be more relaxing?”
“Shrink me first, then give me a bath,” he said, feeling the
tingling as she began to drain his height.
“Your wish is my command master,” she said, kissing him on
the lips as they passed each other in height. Soon she was fishing him out of
his pooled clothes, holding his naked form in both hands like a treasure.
“I’ve been reading up on the human world,” She said eagerly,
“Tomorrow is Friday, yes? And then you have something called the weekend?”
“Yeah,” he said, savoring the warm grip of her hands around
him. “Two days without work.”
“So you probably wouldn’t need to grow back at all then,
would you?” She asked with a grin.
“I guess not,” he gulped.
She giggled at his reaction as she walked towards the bath.
Eric couldn’t help but smile, wondering what plans she had in store for him.