Carol stirred, waking up and smiling to herself as the
squirming figure between her breasts fought against his fleshy prison. She’d
simply stuffed him down there last night when going to bed, and as she reached
down towards her cleavage, she tried to get an idea from his movement of how
much of his height he’d let slip away overnight.
“Good morning,” she said as she drew him out, dangling his
tiny form in front of her face, “looks like you lost a good inch by sleeping
between the girls, would you like to see where you compare with Barbie now?”
“Sure,” he called with a grin. Part of him was scared as the
world kept growing around him, but another part was… excited? Carol’s power
over him was overwhelming, and that thought turned him on like nothing else
ever had.
She sat up, bringing him over to her dresser where Barbie
lay. She stood the doll up, plopping her tiny naked lover next to the plastic
figure. James gulped as he looked up at the smiling blond Barbie, he didn’t
even come up to her knees…
“Probably about two and a half inches,” Carol muttered,
“I’ll bet we could get you below one by the end of the day…”
“You think so?” he asked, looking up at the looming
titaness.
She giggled, leaning down over him and causing him to step
back involuntarily as the mountain sized face grinned down at him. Even the
smallest of Carol’s movements were starting to affect him now, like she was a
force of nature.
“I honestly wonder if you’ll make it to lunch,” she teased,
“I think that measuring in inches is going to be a thing of the past for you
pretty soon…” She stretched again, her massive breasts fighting against the bra
she’d worn to bed. James stared, and felt the slight tingle as some of his
energy flowed to Carol. She seemed to notice it, and she shot him a knowing
look.
“Lunch,” he breathed, “yeah… might not make it.”
“I’ve got more maintenance work to do today,” Carol said
with a grin, “front or back of the panties?” She slapped her ass for emphasis.
“Front,” he said without thinking.
Carol shrugged, “your loss,” she reached down for him,
plucking him up between her thumb and forefinger and lifting him towards the
elastic of her panties. “Remember James, we’re trying to get you as small as
possible before we try the fix, so if you want to rub one out in there… feel
free,” she giggled.
“What if I start getting too small?” he asked,
glancing at the panties that would be his prison for the rest of the day. “I
could fall out or something!”
“I don’t think you’re getting so small you’ll slip out,” Carol
mused, “yet… but if you’re feeling insecure just…” she grinned, “go inside?”
“Right,” he muttered. He was hovered over the opening of her
panties, and he got a brief look at the shaved triangle of pubic hair before
she let him fall in, bouncing against the fabric like a trampoline before she
let it snap shut, sealing him in darkness.
James was jostled against the soft hair as he slowly slid
down into the hammock of her panties, the warmth emanating from her overhead
bathing him in the musky sweet scent of Carol’s pussy. He instantly got hard,
and he felt the slow slide of his size upwards, into her. She’d been right that
it was taking longer as he got smaller, but being carried in her most intimate
place like this? It was a constant drain, arousing him and stealing his size at
a slow, but steady, pace.
Carol felt the slight buzz of his energy draining into her,
and smiled. She pulled up a pair of shorts, struggling slightly to button them.
She looked down at her hips and frowned, James certainly did have a type… With
a bit of effort, she managed to get them on, the tight fabric pressing James
even further in place between her legs.
She grimaced as she checked the weather on her phone before
heading downstairs, it was going to be another scorcher, not a great day to be
doing landscaping work. She felt a small squirming movement and cupped her
crotch idly, pushing James further into her. She giggled as she thought of what
it was going to be like for him… but she was also pretty sure that he enjoyed
it.
“Morning,” Asmodea said, chewing on a poptart as Carol
entered the kitchen. “Where’s tiny?” Carol just smirked and patted the crotch
of her shorts suggestively. Asmodea raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Did he go
willingly?” she asked curiously.
Carol just laughed and rolled her eyes, “do you think he
could say no to this?” she gestured down at her magically enhanced body.
Her face softened slightly, “of course I’d never do anything to him he didn’t
want me to…”
“Of course,” Asmodea said with a grin.
Carol frowned, placing her hands on the table and leaning
over the demon, “You know Asmodea, I’ve really learned a lot about myself
through this whole thing…” She licked her lips, “it’s been really fun having
this kind of power over James… I think you’re right, I like it, hell I love it.”
“Fuck yeah!” Asmodea said excitedly, “so, we’re keeping him
tiny?”
“No,” Carol mused, “I’m very near being able to fix James,
I’m thinking I’ll do it tomorrow, so whatever betrayal you’re planning, get it
ready by then.”
“P-Planning?” Asmodea stuttered, “Betrayal!? Carol, come
on-“
“You were out a long time yesterday,” Carol said, leaning in
closer, “I don’t think it takes you that long to seduce and bed a man.”
“W-Well guys are such prudes these days-“
“Hush,” Carol said, putting a finger over the demon’s mouth,
“It’s okay Asmodea, it’s just in your nature.” Carol idly flicked one of the
demon’s jet black bangs out of her eyes, “but the thing about a rebellious
familiar is that they’ve got to be appropriately… disciplined.” She had
Asmodea’s attention now, and she smirked, “a lot of witches lock theirs in a
different form for a few months, years… making them take the form of a cat
seems popular, but I don’t really think a cat is what I’d want.”
“Yeah?” Asmodea gulped.
“No, if I had a rebellious little demon who needed
punishment,” Carol mused, “I think I’d just make her… smaller.”
“What!?” Asmodea said, scooching backwards away from the
aggressive witch looming over her, “hey now, just because you like toying with
James-“
“My little pocket succubus,” Carol said teasingly, “maybe
you’d like to take the ride James is taking right now?”
Asmodea’s eyes trailed down to the seam of Carol’s shorts,
“Hey, come on Carol, we just kid a lot!” she managed.
“You’re lucky I have such a good sense of humor then,” Carol
said, ruffling the demon’s hair slightly, “anyways Asmodea, do what you think
you’ve got to do, but if you take a shot at the queen, you better not miss!” With
that her mistress sauntered out the door, humming to herself as she grabbed a
pair of earbuds off the counter.
Asmodea sat there in the kitchen, stunned, well someone
found her confidence, she thought finally. Briefly Asmodea considered
simply abandoning her plans, just being helpful and obeying Carol without
reservation… she’d really made a lot of progress towards being the type of
witch the demon wanted to serve.
Then again… treachery was fun, and Carol was probably just
joking about shrinking her, right? Asmodea laughed, no, Carol would probably
just have her drink a Holy Water gin and tonic. She stood up from the table and
transformed into a swarm of black flies, heading out the window to find Mary.
…
Mary grimaced as she looked down at the sewer. She had
several wooden stakes on her belt, along with a flashlight. She wasn’t exactly
scared of the monster she knew was down there, but the sewer had a foul odor to
it, and she didn’t relish wading through that stagnant water.
Behind her there was a buzzing of flies, “What’s up?”
Asmodea said, appearing in her usual human disguise. She strutted over and
peered into the sewer, “ugh, you hunting monsters?”
“Something has been skulking around the old playground after
dark,” Mary said tersely, hefting her gear, “witnesses say it comes in and out
of here.”
“Huh,” Asmodea said, “that’s usually the kind of thing Carol
takes care of… what are we dealing with? Vampire? Clown?”
“Vampire Clown,” Mary said with a sigh, “hopefully just
one.”
Asmodea snapped her fingers, and she and Mary were suddenly
wearing a pair of rubber fishing waders, “mind if I tag along?”
“I know we’re working together on the Carol issue, but I
don’t know if I trust a creature that murders her lovers at my back down here,”
Mary said coolly.
“Hey, I don’t fuck people to death!” Asmodea protested. Mary
just stared at her, then the succubus sighed, “intentionally,” she
added. Mary kept looking at her and Asmodea growled, “what am I supposed to do
Mary, get a tattoo that says people with heart conditions should not ride? I’m
thousands of years old, there are going to be some accidents, and trust me
every one of those went out with a smile on their face!”
“I suppose you can come along if you want,” Mary muttered,
“but be warned, if you try to betray me to these creatures I’ll-“
“Hey, most people would be thrilled that their demon
friend was coming to help them fight a vampire clown,” Asmodea said, “now get
that manhole cover off, my doctor says I’m not supposed to touch cold iron.”
A few moments later the two of them were standing knee deep
in the murky water, Mary was dusting off a crystal ball and muttering a few
incantations, hoping it could lead the way. It turned out to be a pointless
effort, circus music piped from a tunnel leading further into the network.
“Welcome to my circus of terror!” laughter called as they
walked together.
“Oh Lucifer,” Asmodea muttered, “is monster hunting always
like this?”
“He was probably reading that book about the evil clown,,”
Mary said, peering into the shadows, “Monsters are very impressionable, my
mother said after the Twilight movies came out a lot of vampires were covering
themselves in glitter, and there were some very… unfortunate zombie incidents
following the Thriller video…”
A pair of bright red eyes lit up the tunnel ahead of them,
and a cackling clown appeared from the shadows, a pair of long vampiric fangs
tracing from a contorted and wild face. The vampire clown cackled madly as
claws extended from his hands and he seemed to glide towards Mary.
“Well, let’s get this over with,” she muttered, hefting a
wooden stake. Suddenly a dozen other pairs of eyes, all glowing red, appeared
behind the clown. Other red noses and pale painted faces appeared, Mary turned,
holding her weapon up as more vampires drifted into view, blocking their exit.
Mary gulped and steeled herself, she was stronger than one vampire, but not
dozens of them…
“Oh no!” Asmodea mocked, letting herself fall back into the
arms of the hissing vampires, “My sexy neck!” she playfully arched her head
back as the vampires descended on her.
“ASMODEA!” Mary cried in panic, trying to fight her way to
the demon.
“Come on Mary, I’m fine,” she giggled as the first vampire
bit into her. The creature hissed, fire erupting over it’s face and instantly
burning it to ash as it broke the demon’s skin. She stood up, playfully dusting
the ashes off herself as the other vampires recoiled in horror. She smiled at
Mary, “I’m so touched that you cared though!”
“I’ll not let any innocents fall to the forces of darkness,”
Mary cried defiantly, staking one of the vampires at Asmodea’s side and forcing
another away from the demon with a shove.
“Innocents,” Asmodea said, rolling her eyes, “yeah… I’m not
that, but seriously, I’m super flattered. You want a free demonic favor?”
“Never!” Mary spat as the vampire clowns swarmed around her.
“We’ll use your blood to flavor our snow cones!” the lead
clownpire laughed.
Mary shouted a battle cry and jabbed one of her wooden
stakes at one of the assailants, she landed the blow and the creature screamed
as it disintegrated, but another leapt out and grabbed Mary’s arm. She grimaced
in pain as it twisted her wrist, causing her to drop the stake. Mary’s eyes
went wide as the creature prepared to bite her, but suddenly it burst into
flame, a sulphury fire far that had hints of black and silver within it,
leaving not even ashes as the vampire simply vanished.
“Hell fire,” Asmodea sang gleefully, “dark fire, come on
Mary just say the word and you can be shooting this stuff out of your fingers!”
“You’ll not tempt me into trading for hell’s favors!” Mary
said, leaping at another vampire and staking it expertly through the chest.
“A spicier meal, eh?” The lead clown cackled, “boys, wake
Boppo!”
The circus music blared even louder, and the walls began to
shake, debris fell from the ceiling as a massive mottled form shambled into
view at the far side of the sewer. The creature roared, massive fangs glinting
in the low light as it rumbled towards them.
“By the light,” Mary breathed, stumbling back and glancing
around as the vampires surrounded her.
“Oooh, sorry, it’s not the light bailing you out this time,”
Asmodea muttered. She came up behind Mary, tracing her hand along the young witch-hunter’s
arm until her fingers curled around Mary’s hand, leveling it at the approaching
horde of vampires. “Now, listen and repeat after me, Aldera, Elrya…” Asmodea
continued the incarnation, the words of power echoing off the sewer walls.
Without a moment’s hesitation Mary joined her, a quick glow racing up her
fingers as the spell took effect.
There was a brief flash, and then the vampires were… gone?
Mary’s eyes narrowed, then went wide with shock. There was a collection of tiny
dots moving on one of the stone outcroppings of the sewer. Asmodea released her
hand, and she numbly stumbled forward, seeing the bug-sized vampires cowering
up at her massive face.
“They’re… tiny,” Mary breathed, “that was no demonic
incantation, what was that?”
“Elven shrinking spell,” Asmodea explained, “not the best
size changing magic in the multiverse, but it’s quick, it’s easy, and an Elf
taught it to me a few hundred years back.”
“Dimension E elves are always hostile,” Mary muttered, “how
did you convince one to teach you-“
“Yeah, they’re assholes,” Asmodea laughed, “but Hell has a
lot of methods of persuasion that you humans don’t. Keep the spell, call it my
little gift to you.”
“I don’t want any more gifts from you!” Mary said angrily,
“I won’t give you my soul!”
Asmodea just scowled, “I’m trying to be nice! I don’t want
your soul, Mary; I just didn’t want to see those guys grind you up into cotton
candy or whatever!” She glanced down at the tiny vampires, “you should probably
squish those, vampires are a pain in the ass at any size.”
“Right,” Mary muttered. The vampires cowered, a few ran, but
Mary’s rubber wader clad boot hovered over them, and a moment later slammed
down. She ground it back and forth, making sure that all of the vampires popped
away into dust before lifting her boot. She saw no signs of life, or rather
undeath, and sighed as she stepped back.
“Thank you,” she muttered.
“Oh, what was that?” Asmodea said, playfully positioning her
hand over her ear.
“Thank you!” Mary snapped, “you… saved my life.” She looked
down at the scattered ashes where the troupe of shrunken vampires had been,
“Odd to see so many of them here, this is supposed to be the quietest town in
North America… that’s why I was banis- I mean relocated here.”
“This town?” Asmodea snorted, “quiet? We get monsters all
the time, Carol usually protects the town and probably takes them out before
they ever pop up on your radar.” She paused a minute, “she never lets me come
with her to these kinds of things, it was kind of fun. You ever think about
taking a familiar Mary?”
“A member of the Order,” Mary snorted, “with a demon
familiar?”
“It would kick so much ass Mary,” Asmodea promised, “no
monster would ever fuck with you, we could spray paint your armor black, you
could be like the Order’s Horus!”
“Who?” Mary asked.
“Nevermind,” Asmodea said, “I’m just saying, I see some
potential here.”
“My priority is to rescue James… if he needs to be rescued,”
Mary said doubtfully.
“If?” Asmodea muttered curiously, “you’re not losing your
edge, are you?”
“Carol so far doesn’t seem… witchy,” Mary admitted, “She let
me go without harming me, she’s apparently using her powers to protect people…
James seems willing, eager even, to participate in her spellcraft.” She sighed,
“I’m not entirely sure how to approach this, I don’t know if simply killing
Carol is the right move anymore…”
“What if she was going to kill him? Asmodea said softly.
Mary froze, and with blinding speed her hand was on the
demon’s throat, “Speak Truth,” Mary said, magic filling her voice, “or
burn,” Mary’s grip tightened, but Asmodea didn’t resist, “Is Carol going to
kill James?”
Asmodea licked her lips, thinking carefully. Mary had
surprised her, and caught her in a spell that would compel truth, even
from a Demon of Hell… So long as she kept things simple, the right message
would be passed along, without any information that would jeopardize it… Was
Carol planning to kill James? In the most technical sense yes, but while her
mistress hadn’t let her in on the plan, Asmodea had an idea that it wouldn’t be
a permanent situation.
“Carol is planning to kill James,” she said simply, “when he
gets small enough, I think she’s going to step on him, like you did to those
vampires…” She grinned, “but I keep saying she should try eating him.”
“That settles it then,” Mary muttered, “Carol has to go…” She
sighed and looked at the wall, “I suppose I shall bind you after her defeat, to
keep you from wreaking havoc?”
“Totally,” Asmodea said, “time to go black knight mode,
you’ll love it!”
She gave a small smile, “I do wonder, what shall I do with
James? He might be stuck small.”
“Trust me, James would love a girl that just takes
charge and keeps him,” Asmodea said, “there’s a lot of fun a girl like you
could have with a tiny guy like that!”
“He is pleasing to the eye,” Mary muttered, “and if I end up
consorting with a demon of lust… well, some concessions should be allowed.”
“That’s the spirit!” Asmodea said happily, “now Mary, I’m
going to get rid of Carol’s protective runestones tomorrow morning, I think
that’s when she’s going to do it. I’m going to be busy working another spell
for her, so she won’t be able to order me to fight you… it’ll be just you and
her, and she’ll be weakened.”
“Very well,” Mary muttered, stalking back towards the sewer
entrance, “one way or another, I’ll end this…”
…
James’ world was a mix of the strong salty odor of Carol’s
sweat and the overpowering musk that drifted onto him from an ever-growing
opening. The scratchy forest of her pubic hair had irritated him at first, but
as the day went on and he shrank smaller he found himself tangled in it as
Carol had justled him around, snatched up from the hammock of her panties and
trapped as he fought the wiry brown hair.
Carol just giggled, every now and then cupping her hand over
herself and adjusting the crotch of her shorts, pressing James into her. He’d
gotten smaller throughout the day as she’d done her chores, and the confines of
his panties washed away his size like sugar in the rain. She wondered how small
he was now, she could just barely feel him struggling against her.
She looked up at the sun and wiped her forehead, the heat of
the day was coming on in full, and as fun as it was to stay out here, knowing
what the heat was doing to the tiny man in her panties, she’d done enough
chores for today.
She sighed as the cool air conditioning hit her, sending a
quick chill up her spine as she sprawled onto one of the chairs around the
kitchen table. Her hand drifted downward, pushing under the waist of her shorts
and further until it slipped into her panties. Fishing around she found the
squirming bug of a man, and with a happy smile she drew him out, pinched
between her fingers.
James shivered as the outside air washed over him, after a
day in her underwear the cool of the house’s air conditioning felt like an
arctic wind, quickly making him aware of the mix of Carol’s sweat and arousal
that covered him.
“Aww, cold?” Carol cooed, leaning in. James gulped
nervously, at this size Carol’s face was the size of a building, and it was
hard not to be intimidated as those massive eyes bore down on him.
“I just got used to it in there,” he shouted with a smile.
Carol frowned, “oh dear, you’re way too small to hear now… I
guess I knew this was coming.” She shrugged, “I think I can guess what you want
though, please Carol, let me go back in! Something like that, right?”
He rolled his eyes and smiled, then nodded as vigorously as
he could, hoping she’d see it.
“Looks like I was right,” Carol laughed, pinching him
slightly between her thumb and forefinger, “you’re not even one inch tall now
and it’s not even lunch yet.” She sighed, “I’m going to have to keep very close
track of you now, you’re going to be small enough soon that I’ll barely be able
to see you!” She squinted, seeing the expression on his face, and chuckled,
“don’t worry, we’ll keep it above the microscopic level… this time.”
“This time!?” James shouted.
Carol just barely managed to hear the squeak, and she
smirked as she drew him closer, “I was just thinking,” she purred in a low
voice that rumbled like an earthquake for him, “it might be fun to do this
again sometime… just a thought.” She giggled as she pulled him away again,
standing up and stretching.
“Now,” she muttered, “I’ve got to go shower up, after that
I’m going to track down my demon and we can start getting tomorrow’s spells
ready.” She held the pinched man in front of her face, regarding him, “you
really are getting too small for a ride in my panties,” she mused with a grin,
“I think you might really get lost in there if I just wear you around all day…”
There was a sudden burst of magic transferring to her, and she had to pinch
James harder to keep him from falling as another sliver of his size went to
her.
“Wow!” she laughed, “did you like the idea that much?” She
jokingly lowered him again, pulling her shorts and panties away from her body
and letting him see the dark cavern below. “Just think James, if I really was
an evil witch, I could just let you go right now…” She bit her lip, “how
long would you last down there, before you were too small for me to feel? To
see?”
She lowered him further, and James gulped nervously as he
felt his arousal spike at the thought. The fingers pinching him were growing
larger, rolling and readjusting to keep a grip on his shrinking form. His heart
pounded, would that really be it for him if she dropped him? Just disappearing
in wave of arousal into the nothingness of his landlady’s underwear…
Why is that so enticing? He wondered, fighting the
urge to start stroking his raging erection, if she dropped me now…
Suddenly he was pulled back up, and his world blurred as
Carol placed him in the center of her other palm, both letting her have a
better look at him and giving him a more stable place to sit. He took a moment
to catch his breath, very aware that Carol’s teasing had cost him even more his
rapidly diminishing size.
“Judging from the little buzz I felt just now you really
liked the idea,” Carol giggled, biting her lip, “just so you know, even if you
got really tiny in there, I could find you with magic, it would be a
pain in the ass, but I could do it… Pretty sure anyway.”
James wasn’t sure he liked the way she said “pretty sure,”
but any protests he made would at best be tiny squeaks to her, unheard and
unheeded. All he could do was look up at the monumental woman, now looming over
him more like a mountain, a force of nature rather than anything manmade.
Carol brought him up the stairs, heading towards the
bathroom as she peeled off her shirt. It was nearly soaked through with sweat,
and when her bra went with it and revealed those massive breasts, he couldn’t
help but stare. They were geographic in their size, bounding above him like a
landscape inviting him to get lost between them.
She gently set him on the bathroom counter, letting him
marvel up at her as she finished undressing. He could feel the air around him
move as she let her clothes thump to the floor, and she winked down at him,
posing provocatively.
“I’d let you join me,” she said with a sultry smile, “but…
you’re just a little too small, you could wash right down the drain.” She
picked up her pair of panties off the floor, holding them up and gently letting
the scent waft in front of her. She wrinkled her nose and giggled playfully,
“you’re so small that pretty much everything is dangerous now.” The mountainous
witch reached over him, arching across the sky overhead as she reached for a
small paper cup from a dispenser next to her sink. “I need to keep you…
contained,” she said with a smug smile.
Before he could ask what she meant her fingers were already
racing down at him. There was no chance to escape, and he just let the enormous
digits pinch him up, quickly depositing him in a paper cup that loomed large
around him, an inescapable prison.
“There we go,” Carol giggled, seeing him look up at her in
awe, “now for a little padding for ah, safety.” She brought the panties, coated
in sweat and other fluids from her day toying with him, and slowly stuffed them
into the mouth of the cup, sealing James off from the world and pressing him
down as her underwear once again dominated his senses. “This should keep you safe
while I get cleaned up,” she said, admiring her handiwork. Without giving him
another thought she left her makeshift prison on the counter, stepping into the
shower with a happy sigh.
Not even an inch tall, she thought with a smile as
she shampooed her long and lustrous hair, yeah, he’s definitely going to be
small enough for my spell to work… She felt the slightest hesitation, she
was fairly certain she had everything figured out, but that seed of doubt
persisted. If you’re wrong, then you’ll have… No, she wouldn’t worry
about that, and she wouldn’t let him either.
Her mind continued to focus on it though, and she sighed and
let her thoughts begin racing, how should I do it? She wondered.
Her ritual would require James’s physical form to be temporarily destroyed,
she gulped nervously even as she squirted another glob of shampoo into her
hand. Her eyes caught sight of her feet, and she wiggled her toes playfully,
the magic had seemingly given her a perfect pedicure, complete with red painted
nails… Squish him maybe? He’d be so small she wouldn’t even feel him…
She stepped out of the shower a moment later, drying herself
off and regarding the small paper cup, capped off by her bunched panties. She
felt a tinge of arousal, genuine feeling mixed with the small buzz of James
losing more of his size as her panties trapped him.
He doesn’t have hardly anything left, she giggled
internally. There was something so hot about the idea, that her eager young
tenant had just let himself go, his dirty little mind washing his size away and
letting her steal it… and now she was going to cap it off by… She tapped her
big toe against the tile, thinking, fighting the urge to let her hand drift
downward, poor James, she thought, sucked dry by a wicked witch until
he’s not even bug sized, then all he gets for his trouble is one little tap of
my toe…
She shivered excitedly, definitely squishing him, she
decided with a smile. A part of her felt guilty, but… I’ll have to ask James
what it was like, when he’s fixed again… She breathed out, forcing herself
to focus and go get dressed. She had a lot of work to do to get ready for
tomorrow.