“What manner of mad sorcery is this?” Mary hissed, looking
at the projection in the lecture hall.
“Just use your graphing calculator, this is basic stuff!”
James replied from his hiding place in her backpack.
Mary scowled, withdrawing her Texas Instruments calculator
and putting in the values at James’s instruction.
“Just let it graph the potential values of X,” he explained.
“Very well,” she muttered, “but I don’t see when I’ll need
to know this.”
After his last burst of shrinking Mary was determined to
keep him close, even going as far as to snuggle his diminished form like a
teddy bear the night before as she slept. It hadn’t been altogether unpleasant,
but now he was trying to walk her through gen ed classes, something it was
clear she didn’t care much about beyond her duty to her parents.
Finally, the class ended, and with a sigh Mary stood up,
zipping the top of her backpack closed and hiding James from view again. He was
jostled as she walked through the campus, the first time he’d been here since
he started shrinking. So far he’d only missed a few days of classes, but he
wondered what his academic future entailed if this size change was permanent…
You’ve always got Carol, he reminded himself.
…
Asmodea and Carol squared off with the group of armored
elves on the other side of the attic, “Pathetic human, we shall conquer this
world in the name of the empire!” their leader sneered. The others brandished
weapons, and one began chanting words of power, her hands glowing slightly.
Carol had started looking through other realities for
magical assistance, and one swirling vortex later she’d pulled the small troupe
of elves through to earth. She hadn’t even managed one question for their mage
before the group had attacked her,
“Asmodea, clean this up,” Carol muttered angrily. The demon
nodded, snapping her fingers and causing the elven mage to cry out in terror as
her magic flittered away on the wind. Another twirl of the demon’s finger and
the elves were thrown bodily back through the portal, still twirling and
shimmering at the edge of the attic. A moment later it snapped shut again.
“I could have told you that one was a bad idea,” Asmodea
snickered.
“You said the elves knew a lot about size changing magic!”
Carol protested.
“They do, but they just use it to be dicks," the demon said, flopping back on the couch lazily “Word of advice Carol, almost all the other
dimensions are bad, just stick with this one and Hell.”
“They can’t all be bad,” Carol muttered, flipping
through a spellbook.
“Okay some of them aren't totally awful,” Asmodea admitted, “but this
area is kind of the armpit of the multiverse, the next realities over to us are
a zombie one, one where hamburgers eat people, and that one with the elves.”
“Those elves didn’t seem that scary,” Carol said with a
shrug, “their spells just kind of stung a little.”
“Not everyone has the benefit of a demon familiar to cover her
fat ass,” Asmodea said, not even looking up from her phone, “you’re also
running way hotter than you usually do because of all that essence you’re
pulling off James.”
“Wait,” Carol said, “I thought James’s essence was just
converted into beauty, you mean it’s not spent?”
Asmodea shrugged, “it’s stored, for lack of a better word,
as your beauty, sure, but if you need to you can tap into it and spend it just
like any other source of magical power. It’s not your own magic, so it’s going
to feel a little slippery, I wouldn’t use it for any complicated spells but-“
“I could give it back to James!” Carol said excitedly.
“That conduit is one way,” Asmodea said, sitting up, “and
there’s no way to break it now, we’ve been over this.”
“What’s the usual endpoint for this?” Carol asked suddenly,
“a few inches tall? Half an inch? What?”
Asmodea shrugged, “the essence drain tends to peter out once
the target gets down to a few inches, at that point it’s a lot like trying to
suck those last few drops of a soda up through a straw, you can keep going at
him but it’ll take a lot more effort on your end and you won’t get much.”
“But there’s no point where the conduit breaks?” Carol
asked.
“It’s for life,” Asmodea said, “but once he’s super tiny
it’s pretty much just an afterthought, a lot of witches keep their victim as a
pet, some just step on them, it’s whatever you want to do.” Asmodea grinned
wickedly, “personally? I think you should keep James, he’ll probably want to go
evil too, I’ll bet he’ll love being tiny.” Asmodea snapped her fingers, “he
could be like, your tiny spy, planting cursed artifacts on your enemies!”
“I’m not going to turn evil and neither will James,” Carol
said, crossing her arms angrily, “now, I need you to help me prepare a soul
trap.”
The demon raised an eyebrow, “sure thing boss, but why would
we need a soul trap unless…” Her eyes went wide and she covered her mouth with
her hands and squealed, “You’re going to kill him!” Carol just shifted
uncomfortably and Asmodea burst out laughing, “Oh Lucifer yes! I knew
you had it in you Carol, how are you going to do it? Stomp him? Eat him maybe?”
“I am not going to kill James!” Carol said angrily, “I just
might need to… destroy his physical form.”
“Whatever, I just want to say I am one hundred percent on
board with this one,” Asmodea said, leaping up excitedly, “can you put the
wards down so I can leave the attic?”
“You are to gather materials for a soul trap,” Carol said
sternly, “nothing more, do not bother Mary and James!”
“Aye aye!” Asmodea said excitedly, and a moment later a
cloud of black flies was buzzing away from where the demon had stood.
…
James felt the movement outside of Mary’s backpack stop, and
he reached up to try to undo the zipper and take a peek outside. They were in
front of the row of fraternity houses at the edge of the college campus, and
Mary was walking up the path towards one.
“The demon apparently preys on fraternity brothers,” Mary
explained over her shoulder, “or she did anyway. I think that our witch must
have picked her up during one of her feeding runs.”
“Feeding runs?” James asked curiously.
“Succubi feed on sexual energy,” Mary said, walking through
the front door, “all these young men, horny, intoxicated? This is practically a
buffet for her.”
“Excuse me,” a young man in a sweater called, “are you here
with one of the fraternity brothers?”
“Just visiting,” Mary said with a smile.
The young man blinked, “Uh, well unless you’re someone’s
guest, you’ve got to go-“
Mary withdrew a small coin on a string from her pocket,
“Watch,” she ordered, and the young man’s eyes were instantly drawn to the
swaying coin. “Focus on the coin, listen to my voice,” Mary said in a monotone.
“Will you speak to me?” she said.
“Yes,” he intoned, watching the coin drift back and forth.
“Did you just hypnotize that guy?” James said excitedly, his
head poking out.
“Indeed,” Mary said, “it makes questioning people much
easier, particularly when their memories have been otherwise altered.”
“Mary you are so cool,” James laughed.
She smiled, “thanks, now my friend, tell me, has your
fraternity ever been set upon by supernatural creatures?”
“Yes,” he said blankly, “Last year, our big party after
finals.”
“Elaborate,” Mary ordered.
“This red girl showed up, with a tail,” the young man
continued, “she was… taking people upstairs, one at a time, but she was too
wild, she was wiping us out, you know?”
“She probably drained them to the very point of death,” Mary
muttered, “did she give you her name?”
“As-something,” the young man muttered sleepily, “I didn’t
catch it, we were scared, but we couldn’t leave somehow.”
“How did you escape?” Mary continued.
“This lady showed up, she cornered the monster lady with… a
squirt gun,” he muttered, as if struggling to remember.
“Holy water probably, what did she look like?” Mary asked
eagerly.
“Curly brown hair,” the man muttered, “big butt, big boobs
too… middle aged…”
Mary and James were both silent a moment, and as the
unspoken realization hit the two of them, the young man Mary had hypnotized
started blinking, his eyes coming back into focus. With a sigh she shoved the
coin back in her pocket, turning and leaving before the confused man could ask
her any more questions.
“That sounded like Carol,” James muttered as soon as they
were outside.
“Yes,” Mary said, rubbing her chin, “it did… but she was
able to hold my sword without burning? Something just isn’t adding up.”
“Your sword only hurts evil people, right?” James asked
hesitantly, “maybe Carol is the witch, but she’s not-“
“Please James, this isn’t Harry Potter,” Mary snapped, “one
doesn’t dabble in the dark arts because they’re full of warmth and love for
their fellow man.”
“You do magic, and you’re not evil!” James protested.
“I use what tools I must to keep the world safe,” Mary said,
“I wouldn’t expect a mundane like yourself to understand. Besides, this witch,
if it is Carol, is shrinking you and loosed a demon on you, does that
sound like a good witch to you?”
“No,” he muttered.
“Let’s go question Carol again,” Mary said, “this… this is
too much, especially with you having shrank so much in her care…”
…
“Heads up Carol, I think you’ve got company,” Asmodea said,
glancing out the attic window. Mary was walking up to the house, a backpack
that almost certainly contained their shrunken victim over her shoulder.
“Shit,” Carol muttered, “we’ll need to figure out a way to
get James away from her at some point… how tough are these Order of Light
people?”
“Well, she seems pretty young,” Asmodea mused, “but if you
pissed Mary off, she could probably toss your car like a brick, these people
are also hard to seal with a spell, you’d probably need an archdemon to really
make one stick.”
“What!?” Carol asked, taken aback, “you’re joking, right?”
“Nah, they fight werewolves with their bare fists,” Asmodea
said with a smirk, “if she gets her hands on you, you’re fucked.”
“So what am I supposed to do?” Carol asked, looking down at
Mary again, “how do most witches deal with these people?”
“Most witches die,” Asmodea giggled, “you’re pretty talented
though Carol, I’ve got a good feeling about you.”
“Okay, well simply running down there throwing spells is
out,” Carol said. She snapped her fingers suddenly, a diabolical enchantment
raced across her mind, a trap so cunning, so sinister, that Mary would never
see it coming! “Asmodea,” she began, “get the following things ready…”
…
“Mary,” Carol said uncomfortably as the witch-hunter joined
her in the kitchen, “what a pleasant surprise…”
“Carol,” the black-haired girl said icily. She hefted her
backpack onto a nearby chair, undoing the zipper and letting James poke his
head out.
“James!” she said eagerly, moving around to pick him up.
“Hey Carol,” James said with a smile as she scooped him up
into her arms. He reached up to her face, embracing her entire cheek and giving
her a quick kiss. She giggled, blushing as she sat down with him.
“We were just at the fraternity house,” Mary said,
interrupting the display of affection, “the demon was definitely there, the
witness indicated that she was captured…” She glared at Carol, “would you like
to take a guess as to the description of the woman who bound the creature?”
“Uh…” Carol gulped, “probably someone really cool, right?
Like one of those guys that has a CW show.”
“Brunette,” Mary said flatly, “about thirty years old?”
“There are lots of thirty year old brunettes around here!”
Carol said somewhat desperately, “W-Why are you so sure it’s me!?”
“Carol,” Mary said in a low voice, “put James down, we’re
going to run a few more tests…”
Carol made an *eep* sound as Mary advanced on her, “NOW
ASMODEA!” she shouted. There was a puff of smoke, and a clatter of steel as a
massive cage slammed down over Mary.
“You think your summoned tricks can hold me?” Mary laughed.
She began muttering a chant which would dispel a witch’s magic, but she frowned
as nothing happened. “What sorcery is this?” she demanded, running up and
attempting to bend the bars. Even with her immense strength all she did was
produce a creaking noise.
“It’s not a summoned cage,” Asmodea said smugly, walking
around the side, “It’s just a regular shark cage I stole from a fisherman.”
“So instead of using magic to create an entrapment, you’ve
simply used it to bring a mundane one to me,” Mary muttered, running her fingers
up the steel bars, “Very clever Carol, but now that I know it’s you, your days
are numbered!”
“Yeah whatever,” Asmodea said, throwing a thick blanket over
the top and hiding Mary from view. “Just so you know Carol, I’m pretty sure we
can’t move this thing while she’s in it.”
“C-Carol?” James rasped fearfully, looking up at the buxom
woman who held him in her arms.
“It’s me,” Carol admitted with a sigh, “I’m the witch. Come
along James, we have a lot to talk about.” She stood up, carrying him easily as
she walked out of the room. She paused, “Asmodea, get Mary some tea or
something, try to calm her down.”
The sound of angry swearing came from underneath the
blanket, along with a few metal clangs. Asmodea glanced at the cage and gulped.
“Sure Carol, whatever you say.”
…
Carol sighed softly as she lay the stunned James on her bed.
He looked up at her, this enormous and powerful woman who had somehow been
responsible for shrinking him. Multiple emotions fought within him, and the bed
shifted slightly as Carol’s massive form sat next to him, her hands folded in
her lap as she tried to decide what to say.
“Why?” James asked finally, “why did you do it Carol?”
“It was an accident, I swear!” she said quickly, “do you
remember that lemonade you drank out of the fridge?”
His eyes went wide, “it was cursed?”
“Yeah, I really shouldn’t have left it in there,” she said
sheepishly.
“Are you going to hurt Mary?” he asked suddenly, “She’s done
nothing but try to help me, whatever this is between us, I don’t want her to-“
“I’m not going to do anything to her!” Carol said, “I just…
need to figure out how to fix things… that’s what I’ve been trying to do since
this started.” She gave him a smile, “I really like you James, I hope… I hope
you’ll still want to see me after this.”
“After this?” he said, looking down at himself, “can
you can fix it?”
“Maybe,” she admitted, “I’m pretty sure I’ve got a solution,
but…” she grinned sheepishly, “you have to get smaller first.”
“Okay,” he sighed, “I… I think I trust you, Carol.”
Her heart fluttered excitedly, “You won’t regret it!”
“So, how does the shrinking actually work?” he asked with a
smile, “I’m still kind of in the dark on that one…”
“It was every time you had a lustful thought about me,”
Carol giggled, “and it’s making me prettier too.”
“I knew something was up,” he laughed, “wait, so you know
every time that I-“
“Yep!” she said with a smirk, “it’s been great for my
confidence…” Her enormous finger came down on him, pushing him to the bed and
playing with the edge of his dish towel robe. “Now, if you don’t mind, I think
I’d like to pull a little more of that size off you…”
“Uh, how much?” he said nervously, looking up at her playful
smile.
“It’s all gotta go by the end James,” she said,
leaning over him and letting her massive breasts hang over him, “don’t worry,”
she giggled, running a finger over her breasts, “it’s going to a good cause.”
“I don’t know that you can get much more beautiful,” he
gulped looking up at her immaculate face.
“Pish posh,” Carol teased, “You’ve got a whole foot and a
half left… Asmodea tells me that what happens to me is guided by your thoughts
you know,” she looked down at the valley of her cleavage and smiled back at
him, “someone likes them big.”
“Fuck,” he muttered, looking up in awe at the pair of
breasts waiting to swallow him up, “I have no secrets left, do I?” He felt the
familiar tingling as his size began to leave him, the sparks of the magic
dancing quickly around Carol as her breasts grew, even as he shrank.
“You don’t,” Carol said, licking her lips, “my pet demon
told me a lot of other things about you,” she giggled. “Do you really want me
to just take you James? Do you want to be my little boy toy?”
“Oh god,” he muttered, he’d shrank right out of his
makeshift robe, and Carol was looming over him, seemingly gaining size with
every second.”
“Oh my,” Carol laughed, “you’re making me taller? You
already had me at six feet James!” She shrugged, “it’s a good thing you don’t
have much left in the tank, otherwise who knows where I’d end up…”
“Stepping on cars,” James answered in awe.
“Hmm… maybe I’ll get out some hot wheels and you can live
out that fifty-foot woman fantasy while you’re still itty bitty,” she teased,
“come on, stare my boobs, give it all up James.” She reached down and pulled
the billowing cloth of his robe away, flicking it across the room casually and
leaving him naked. With a wink she reached down for her own shirt, pulling it
up slowly, revealing the massive jiggling landscape of her breasts. There was a
sudden sound of an elastic snapping, and her bra, a leftover from before the
ritual had began, finally gave up under the weight of Carol’s changes.
James watched it fall to the bed, stretched and ruined,
slowly his eyes traced back up and took in his goddess of a landlady. Carol simply
smiled, and on all fours she moved up the bed slightly, lowering herself until
a pair of breasts several times larger than his body had him pinned in place.
“Fuck them,” she ordered, “come on, squirt away that last
bit of your size James, you know you want to!”
He did, and with a groan he started humping upward, gripping
those draping orbs as they held him in place, his entire body only managing to
jiggling the flesh around him as his landlady’s hot breath washed over him. Her
skin was as soft as velvet, and the slight amount of sweat on her skin
lubricated her cleavage as he thrust up into it with all his might.
Carol giggled as he groaned in pleasure, “You’re losing that
height very quickly James,” she said in a low voice, “you’re not even a foot
tall now…”
He gasped and tried to look around, she was right, and Carol
seemed like she was relishing it. The tingling excitement was washing over both
of them as the magic continued transferring his essence into her, making her
hair bouncy and vibrant, her breasts larger and firmer, she slapped her ass
with a giggle as it too filled out perfectly, the dregs of James’s energy going
to his favorite places on his titanic landlady.
He came with a roar, the energy flashing briefly around him
as his shrinking picked up speed. Carol’s breasts seemed to collapse around him
as he sank lower, pinned between them and the bed as he heard her deep giggle
reverberate down through her skin to him.
Light filled his world a moment later as she got up,
smirking at him smugly, “Let’s see what my little tenant has given me,” she
said with a wink. She glanced at a full length mirror at the end of her room
and her eyes went wide. She was a true amazon now, several inches over six feet
and with a powerful physique to match. Her breasts seemed to defy gravity,
perky and with nipples erect in spite of her size. She had a generous hourglass
shape, and her hair now traced all the way down her back, every inch of it
catching the light perfectly.
“Wow,” she giggled, turning back to the tiny man on the bed,
“now let’s see what’s left of you…” Her hand reached down for him, and he
didn’t flee as her long fingers traced around him, each one as thick as his
legs and easily powerful enough to crush him. She squeezed him slightly, making
sure he was firmly in her grip as she lifted his naked form up to her face.
“I-Is this small enough?” he asked weakly, “Carol… you
look…”
“I know,” She laughed, “I really should thank you for the
body work James, you’ve got excellent taste.” She cocked her head, enjoying the
feeling of power as the tiny James squirmed in her grip. “I don’t have a tape
measure,” she mused, “but… I have something else that can give us an idea of
how big you are.” She walked over to the dresser, dropping him on it
unceremoniously as she turned and walked towards her closet.
James shivered slightly, it was summer, and Carol usually
didn’t keep her air conditioning that cool, but at this size the room just
seemed a little chillier. He looked at a hairbrush that was longer than his
body, and gulped. It was beginning to set in for him just how small he’d
become, and in the back of his head he wondered if this was really a good idea…
“Here we go,” Carol said, holding up an old doll, “call me
sentimental, but I held on to Barbie here all these years…” she placed the
doll, clad in a simple pink dress, next to James. He looked up at the towering
plastic model, he didn’t even come up to its waist!
“I hope Barbie likes short guys,” he muttered nervously.
“Don’t worry about Barbie, I love them,” Carol
giggled. “I’d say you’re about six inches James, cheer up, at least you’re
still taller than your Warhammer guys!”
His eyes lit up suddenly, “Uh, Carol, I know it’s a weird
thing to be thinking about right now, but could you maybe put me down there on
my painting table? There are some of those designs that are pretty tricky, and
at this size I could really do them right.”
“You’re so cute sometimes,” she laughed, “sure, can Barbie
come meet your friends?” She shook the massive doll back and forth teasingly.
“I don’t know if she’ll get along with the Ork Warboys,” he
said, feeling a little more at ease.
“Well, I was going to let you borrow some of Ken’s
clothing,” Carol mused, “but I think you’re too small…” She shrugged, “do you
even want clothing at that size? You’ll outshrink anything I make for you
anyways.”
“Outshrink?” he said hesitantly, “you mean this isn’t the
end?”
“Nope,” Carol said sweetly, reaching down and picking up her
shirt. She struggled to get it back on, her shoulders were a little wider, and
she had a noticeable midriff as she forced it over a pair of breasts that
stretched the shirt to the breaking point. She turned around, giving James a
glorious view of the massive globes fighting for freedom.
“Well, how much more of my size do you need before you can
fix this?” he asked weakly.
She sighed, “I said all of it, James, and I meant
that, six inches is a lot if you think about it, too much really…” she smiled
and brushed the top of his head with her fingertip, “those last few are going
to be the toughest to squeeze out of you, like getting that last bit of
toothpaste in the tube…”
“Makes sense I guess,” he muttered nervously.
He’s really not going to like how this is going to end, she
thought miserably, but I don’t have any other ideas… I’ll just have to make
the journey fun for him.
“Hey, cheer up,” she said with a perfect smile, “if this
hadn’t happened, we’d never know how we felt about each other, and when this is
over it’ll just be a funny thing that happened to us.”
“I guess,” he said with a sigh. He saw her downcast
expression and tried to give her a smile too, “You’re right, getting my sexy
landlady as my girlfriend is probably worth a few days being tiny.”
Girlfriend!? Her heart fluttered, and she fought the
urge to giggle and swoon, “Come here,” she growled, plucking his body between
her thumb and forefinger. His world blurred as she brought him up to the
opening at the top of her shirt, the fabric stretched around the hem as her
cleavage struggled to escape. Without another word she lowered him in, exerting
just enough force to send the struggling six-inch man deep into that cavern.
She bit her lip as she felt him struggling, and pushed harder, making sure
there was no chance for him to squirm upwards and escape. In the tight confines
of her shirt James was utterly trapped, pressed from all sides by her warm and
inviting flesh. It molded around him even as he fought, seeming to grip him and
claim him as it’s own.
Carol sighed contentedly as she looked down at her breasts.
There was no way to tell he was even there, whatever feeble struggles he was
managing couldn’t even jiggle those immense orbs enough to reach the surface of
her top. With a happy hum Carol started for the stairs.
…
“So, do you like, want a snack or something?” Asmodea asked
the angry looking witch-hunter.
“Poisons will not work on one of the order,” Mary snapped,
“our blood is blessed by the very angels-“
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Asmodea said, rolling her eyes, “you
guys are badass, it’s cool, really, but I’m supposed to offer you refreshments,
now do you want one or not?”
Mary glowered at the demon, then licked her chapped lips, “I
suppose if you have something to drink, I would be agreeable.” She thought a
moment, “chilled sweet wine, or perhaps a soda? I’ve become quite fond of
those-“
“She’s got orange juice and Capri Sun,” Asmodea said,
looking into the fridge.
Mary’s brow furrowed, “Capri Sun?”
“I know right? What kind of adult drinks Capri Sun,” the
demon muttered, pulling out a juice pouch and tossing it through the bars of
Mary’s cage.
Mary penetrated the circular hole with the straw and sipped
it, seething silently at the demon. Asmodea just chuckled, scrolling through
her phone.
“You know Mary,” Asmodea began, “you and I might have a
common interest here.”
“Please,” Mary muttered, lowering the juice box, “as though
a warrior of light could ever-“
“You know that the Order works with demons all the time,
right?” Asmodea chuckled, “or do the higher ups not tell you newbies that?”
“You lie!” Mary spat.
“Oh no I don’t,” Asmodea laughed, “trust me, every now and
then something comes along that necessitates a little… cooperation, between the
forces of good and evil.”
“And how does that apply to us?” Mary asked curiously.
“Well, the thing with Carol is, I feel like she’s not living
up to her potential as a witch,” Asmodea explained, “she’s pretty comfortable
with her life, so avarice, lust, the usual things people want? Those aren’t
really paying dividends. I had high hopes for James, but it looks like they’re
just falling in love, which, while sweet, isn’t quite what I had in mind.” Seeing
she had the young witch-hunter’s attention Asmodea smirked, “Being a familiar,
I can’t raise a hand against my mistress, but Carol’s going to attempt
something soon that I think is going to leave her pretty tuckered out, weak...
If a certain someone were to happen to escape around that time…”
“I understand what you want,” Mary said, her eyes narrowing,
“give me another juice box, and tell me what you get out of this?”
“Never you mind,” Asmodea laughed, “let’s just focus on
you!” Either you kill her and I’m free to go back to partying, she
thought, or Carol has to dip into the dark arts to beat you, win-win baby! She
smiled as she handed Mary another Capri-Sun through the cage bars.