Victor was sitting at the kitchen table of his girlfriend’s dormitory, sipping black tea as he went over his notes. There was a big exam coming up in his Medicinal Brewery class, and it was imperative he memorized the subtle differences between a transfiguration potion and a transmogrification elixir. As he read through long lists of ingredients, a strange, yet overly familiar, sensation coursed through his body. In an instant, Victor was flying a hundred yards above the table, having been shrunken to the size of a gnat.

            “Really, now? I’m busy,” he moaned as he free fell into his mug. Splashing down, Victor waded in the warm drink, which was now a pond closed off by towering, porcelain walls. On its own, the tea stirred around the mug, trapping the shrunken man in a whirlpool. A stream of tea rose up, forming a waterspout as it flew out of its container, carrying Victor through the air. The warm stream crawled along the air like a Chinese dragon as it travelled through the dorm. After a minute it reached its destination: a gorgeous, twenty-year-old woman lazing about on her couch.

            She was wearing black, satin pajamas. Her short, obsidian hair was standing in all directions as it stuck statically to the sofa. Her large breasts stood like mountains to the tiny man soaring above them. The woman had lime-green skin, delectably smooth all over, save for the warts dotting her nose and cheeks. Without glancing over to her shrunken boyfriend, the woman casually opened her mouth and let the tea dock inside it. It was dank and humid in there, the woman not having brushed her teeth yet. In a single gulp, Victor was sent through her mouth and down her throat. His miniscule frame offered no resistance as it fell through the woman’s esophagus into her stomach.

            He landed in a pool of stomach acid which burned him much hotter than the tea ever could. As his skin burned and melted, he floated calmly in the digestive fluid, occasionally bumping into the unrecognizable remains of whatever his girlfriend had for breakfast. If Victor were human, he’d be long dead by now.

…

            Fenglewood Academy, tucked away in the secluded woods of Eastern Europe, was a premier university for the magically inclined. Whether it be spellcasters or mythical beasts, the college was the place for anything not of the mortal realm to train and discover their place in society. Each student was given the opportunity to hone their supernatural abilities and explore paths they never knew possible. As to be expected, the student body was made up of a diverse variety of races and creatures including: wizards, elves, demons, lycanthropes, centaurs, orcs, vampires, yokai, and many, many more oddities. 

            Victor Frankenmuth was an incubus, a sex demon that fed off the lust of his partner(s). He was also a med student in his freshman year. Since magical creatures tend to live longer lives, most students enroll in Fenglewood when their twenty (or the equivalent age for their species) and study for six or more years before graduating. Towards the start of the school year, Victor volunteered to assist the nurses at the school’s medical ward. With how inherently dangerous everything magical was, Fenglewood essentially had its own hospital located near the center of campus. He was cleaning scalpels in the clinic’s extensive injury unit when he first met his current girlfriend.

At the moment, Victor was a handsome man with short brown hair, radiant amber eyes, chiseled jawline, beefy frame, and a tall stature. But his appearance was defined by the collective tastes of those around him. Incubi’s bodies morphed themselves to always appear attractive; normally, they would meet the general beauty standard of those sharing the space, but they could also tailor their look to appeal directly to a specific individual. An incubus’ true appearance was a closely guarded secret, known only to immediate family members and to their one true love.

As Victor was sanitizing the equipment, a new patient rolled in. The guy was covered head to toe in layers of bandages; it looked like all of his bones were shattered, his limbs all being held up at awkward angles and the gauze stained with blood. Alongside the nurses, a young, green-skinned woman entered with the patient. She was wearing a black, lowcut t-shirt depicting a wolf howling at a full moon. Her plaid mini-skirt stopped well above the knees, showing off the nylon leggings hooked to a garter belt that ran down into her black combat boots.

“Sorry, darling,” she said, stroking the patient’s bandaged cheek, “I want to wait for you, but eight months is too long. If I happen to be single when you recover, I’ll be glad to pick up where we left off.” The bandaged man couldn’t form coherent words, so he prayed his anguished screaming would get the message across that he never wanted to see this woman again. She kissed his forehead and walked away from the bed, allowing the nurses to tend to him.

“Ms. Hemlock, I’m getting real sick of seeing you here,” the old head nurse chided. “We’re only two months into the semester, and this is the sixth boyfriend you’ve debilitated. At this rate, we’ll be out of beds by midterms.”

“It’s not my fault,” she replied, striding defiantly to the exit. “They all know what they signed up for. Eventaully, the boys here’ll get the hint.” Victor’s eyes were locked on her from the moment she came in. Her name was Adelheid Hemlock. She was a freshman studying witchcraft and the heiress to the infamous Hemlock clan. The Hemlocks were an esteemed group of witches and warlocks, longstanding as the most powerful spellcasters in all of Europe and arguably the world. Adelheid lived up to her family’s reputation as a near guaranteed shoe-in for valedictorian, far surpassing her seniors and even some of the staff in her magical prowess. With her pedigree and her good looks, it was obvious why so many would-be suitors wanted to make her theirs, even in spite of her moniker as the “Queen of Evil.” The promiscuous girl liked to play rough in the bedroom, often to the detriment of her partner. She burned through men like cigarettes, sometimes literally, but she always got consent and gave them fair warning, so the pile of bodies she left behind rested easy on her wicked soul. Like many fools before him, Victor was enthralled. He ran through the door chasing after her.

“I’m taking my lunch, ma’am” he shouted to the head nurse as he scrambled past her. Adelheid was walking through the center of the hallway; students and faculty passing by kept to the walls, terrified of catching the witch’s ire. “Hey! Wait up!” Victor shouted. As he approached the woman, his body began to change. He shrank by a foot, and his muscles deflated. He was now 5’6”; his muscles still had definition but were much slimmer now. His hair brightened to a fiery orange, growing out a bit further, and freckles popped up across his face. His eyes faded into a greyish blue. Adelheid turned around and looked down at the twink calling for her. Victor’s clothes were still hemming themselves to fit his new frame.

“What do you want?” she asked, scanning his body. “Was that your friend in there? If you’re here to lecture me, save it. I’ve heard it all before from you losers hopped up on vengeance.”

“No, that’s not it,” Victor responded. “I heard you break up with him back there. That means you’re single, right? Sorry for being so forward, but would you want to go out with me?” The hallway went silent as everyone halted to watch another fool fling himself into the hellfire. Adelheid bit her lower lip, intrigued by the proposal. This stranger had the gall to ash her out knowing nothing about her, save for what she did to her last boyfriend.

“Well, you do look good.” She circled around him, examining his assets. “Too good. Whatever spell you used to fit my exact tastes is an impressive one, I’ll give you that.”

“It’s not a spell. I’m an incubus.” Adelheid’s eyebrows raised; she had never dated an incubus before. For obvious reasons, incubi and succubi were highly desirable romantic partners across nearly all species and races. “I can’t control it, not fully. My body changes to fit what others want me to look like.” She looked him dead in the eye and thought about a celebrity she liked. Victor’s hair bleached itself blonde, and his facial bone structure morphed into the famous actor’s.

“Oh, you are intriguing. But I liked the other look better.” Victor’s face and hair returned to their previous form. The process looked and sounded painful, as bones snapped and shrunk beneath his skin. “Does that hurt?”

“It ain’t comfortable, but I’ve gotten used to it,” he said. “So, what do you say?” Adelheid mulled it over. On the one hand, he was a sex demon cursed to fulfill her every fantasy who clearly enjoyed the idea of being used and abused by her. On the other hand, she couldn’t think of a downside which itself was a red flag. This was too good to be true, but she couldn’t pass up the opportunity to break an incubus.

“Fine.” With a snap of her fingers, a weathered parchment appeared before Victor. Extremely fine print was scrawled all over it, with a line drawn at the bottom for a signature.

“I have to sign a contract?”

“It’s more of a waiver. Basically, you consent to letting me do whatever I want to you, and I’m not responsible for any injuries or medical bills you accrue along the way.” Victor tried reading what the paper actually said, but it was all so small and in heavy legalize that he couldn’t decipher it.

“You’re not going to kill me, right?” Adelheid rolled her eyes. It was far from the first time a potential partner asked her that.

“I’m not an amateur. You’ll be fine. Worst case scenario is your mind breaking from all the trauma, putting you in a vegetative state for the rest of your life.” Victor thought long and hard about signing the waiver. He tried convincing himself that this was a mistake, that this woman was crazy, and that he should value his own well-being more, but then Adelheid starting pressing her boobs together with her upper arms and the logic processors in Victor’s brain shut down. He bit into his thumb, drawing blood, and smeared it along the dotted line. The parchment burnt up in mystical purple fire, sealing the deal with the witch. “Now that we’re officially a couple, we should probably learn each other’s names.”

“Right, I’m Victor. Sorry, probably should’ve opened with that.”

“No worries. I like foolhardy men who rush into things without thinking of the consequences. Name’s Heidi.”

“Are you free right now? We could get some tea.” Heidi chuckled at the suggestion.

“It’s so cute how eager you are. It makes it all the hotter when I shatter your spirit.” Heidi walked up to him, getting so close as to almost touch him. Looking down at him, a devilish smirk rose along her cheeks. “Tea sounds good, but you can’t go looking like that.” Victor peered down at his clothes, unsure as to what was wrong with them. An orange aura whirled around the witch’s finger before wrapping itself around Victor. In the blink of an eye, Victor was shrunken down to three inches. The hallway and everyone in it expanded beyond his scope. Heidi loomed over him, grinning at her new toy panicking on the floor. She bent down and wrapped her hand around his tiny body, squeezing the air out of his lungs. With tremendous force, she brought him up to get a closer look at his doll-like physique. Victor’s face changed subtly to resemble a Ken doll.

“Do you always do this on the first date?” Victor asked, gasping for air between words.

“Of course. I own you. And nothing gets that across like making you my plaything.” For the first time, Victor noticed the necklace Heidi was wearing. It was chain-linked, made of silver, and featured two metal shackles just above her cleavage. “Now, how should I carry you there? Should I let you decide?” she asked, noticing where Victor’s gaze had wandered. “Maybe later, if you’re a good boy.” Adelheid reached down and removed her boot, tossing the shrunken man inside. Victor landed face first into the footwear, his head reaching the toe of the boot. He tried to push himself up, but an immense weight came crashing down on him. Adelheid’s nylon covered foot bore down on the man, her middle toe pressing his head into the sweat-soaked insole.

“Should we do something?” an onlooker proposed, having just watched a student get shrunken and tossed into another student’s boot.

“Are you kidding?” another onlooker commented. “That’s the Queen of Evil, man! The last time someone interfered with her, she turned them into a frog and stuffed them into her bra. And that was a teacher!” Adelheid continued walking on her way out of the medical ward. Normally, the sadist would tread lightly, giving her new toy just a taste of what was waiting for him. But Victor had a certain allure to him, some demonic force that weakened her inhibition and dared her to do her worst. The ball of her foot treaded on Victor’s back, heavily bruising his skin and pulverizing his ribs. His lungs were deflated and punctured, and his torso eviscerated. Blood oozed out of his body with every step Heidi took. Beneath her toes, Victor’s head cracked open like a watermelon. He was drowning in sweat as his face was pushed deep into the damp insole. His lower side was mostly unscathed, sitting beneath the arch of her foot, though it was now only loosely connected to the torso by a flattened line of flesh. For Victor, this was most exhilaration he had ever felt from another person.

As an incubus, Victor was typically the seducer, not the seduced. Most of the women he had been with were submissive, strictly vanilla, and painfully boring in the bedroom. Not even his kinkier partners could do it for him, never willing to explore the deepest trenches of agony. When you’re genetically engineered to fulfill every living being’s sexual desires, it takes an extreme amount of stimulation to derive any pleasure at all. Adelheid was ecstatic too. She loved the feel of Victor’s bones cracking beneath her sole and the blood seeping through her nylons onto her skin. She couldn’t believe he was still alive, his half-exposed heart beating rapidly against the underside of her foot. As horny as she got torturing people, she never went this far; her prior partners were much frailer, and she could only do so much while keeping them on the edge of life. But no matter how much she broke Victor’s puny body, Adelheid couldn’t stop his beating heart. She was flush with euphoria as she made her way to the school café.

…

            “I’ll take one oolong and…” Adelheid told the barista. She looked down at her boot. Victor’s vision was mostly blurry with one eye no longer attached to his decimated skull, but a blue text bubble appeared in the little frame of view he had left. What kind of tea do you drink? it read.

            Black, he replied. Victor had no capacity for spell casting, but the messaging spell works both ways as long as it’s hosted by someone who does. Adelheid grabbed their order and sat down at a nearby table. The café was quite busy that day, but there was always an open seat when the Queen of Evil was around. Heidi pulled her date’s mangled body out of her boot and plopped it onto the table. Victor laid in pieces in a pool of his own blood; the café’s other patrons, traumatized by the scene, couldn’t tell whether or not he was a person originally, his body was so disfigured.

            “Woah, how are you still alive?” Heidi commented, poking blobs of flesh with her finger.

            “That’s enough!” a woman roared, approaching the table. She was a high elf wearing a trilby, a frilly top, and overalls that cut off at her thighs. “I don’t care who your family is or how good you are at magic. You can’t treat people like this, it’s murder!” Heidi glared at the elf, considering all the different ways she could bully her, but her attention was drawn away by the corpse waving its severed arm on her table.

            “It’s alright. I’m fine.” Victor said. His dismembered limbs and discombobulated bits merged together, creaking and cracking as his body reformed itself. The high elf was horrified watching his body snap across impossible angles as it slowly returned to a humanoid shape. Heidi was so fascinated, she forgot to inflict her diarrhea curse on the high elf. “See, all better.” Victor held out his arms, showing off his unscathed self. The pooled blood was absorbed back into his body and any parts damaged beyond repair had been freshly generated.

            “I heard incubi were tough, but I didn’t know they could regenerate like that.” Heidi remarked, fondling Victor’s still shrunken body to get a feel for his newly healed form. She cast a shrinking spell on his tea, so that it was at scale for him to drink.

            “We’re practically invincible as long as our injuries are turning someone on.” Incubi and Succubi had some of the most impressive shapeshifting capabilities throughout the entire magical world, limited only by the fact that their form had to be sexually appealing to someone within view. With the wide breadth of fetishes found all over the modern world, sex demons could potentially become anyone or anything, even inanimate objects or gnarled corpses. Since an incubus’ lifeforce was fueled by other people’s lust, it was impossible for a gratified lover to kill one during roughplay, even if the demon is atomized or digested.

            Adelheid’s eyes lit up, her mind racing at the possibilities. To have a toy she could go all out on was a dream come true. She grabbed the little man off the table and bit into him, her incisors tearing his chest from his abdomen like she was biting into a strip of jerky. Blood and guts sprayed all over her mouth as she mashed Victors hands and arms into gruel and swallowed. Those still in the café, including the employees, fled the scene screaming. Heidi’s kinks were infamous, but she rarely maimed her partners in public. But Victor’s abilities were so intriguing that she couldn’t help herself. As the incubus’ upper half digested, a new head and torso grew out of the waist his date was holding onto.

            “Are you always this extreme on a first date?” Victor asked, his head still emerging from his neck.

            “Only with the guys I like. You taste good, by the way,” she said, licking her lips. “Now’s your last chance if you want to opt out, because after this I’m never letting you go.” Victor’s body shook in Heidi’s grip. Goosebumps covered his skin. He had never met a person so terrifying. He could tell by the look in her eyes that she knew a million ways to torture him, to maim him, to brutalize him, to violate and defile him. She was perfect.

            “Even if I wanted to bail, there’s no way you’d let me,” he replied grinning.

            “If that’s what you had decided, I’d have shrunk you to a centimeter and carried you home kebabbed in my earring,” she said. If Victor knew that beforehand, he would have absolutely tried to bail. “But since you’re still so eager to be my slave, I’ll give you a special treat for today.” She opened up her hand and lifted him with magic, bringing the tiny man to her chest. Victor slid into her cleavage as the metal shackles on her necklace clasped tightly around his wrists. His body was unable to move between the soft walls of her massive tits. As Adelheid stood up and walked out of the empty café, her bouncing breasts battered Victor, giving him some light bruises. His arms grew sore hanging from his chains, but besides that the trip back was much less excruciating. “Are you comfortable down there?” she asked with a warm smile.

            “Pretty much, yeah.” She squeezed her boobs together and grinded them against Victor’s body, dislocating his shoulders and breaking his nose.

            “Better?” she asked, maintaining her gentle tone.

            “Much.”

As Adelheid walked back to her dorm, forgetting Victor was expected back at the clinic, an old man poofed in front of her.

            “Ms. Hemlock, I believe we need to have a little chat. Again.” The old wizard, the headmaster of Fenglewood Academy, was wearing a purple cloak with a living night sky blazoned along his cape. He had a long, white beard that trailed twenty feet behind him. In an attempt to fit in with the fellow kids, he wore a pair of white and red Jordan’s. “The last thing I want to do is interfere with your love life, but you can’t eat your classmates in a public restaurant.”

            “No, it’s cool,” she said, pulling up her necklace and bringing Victor back into the light, “he’s an incubus.”

            “Ah, is that so.” The wizard stroked his beard as his mind flooded with fond memories. “Those guys are into some wild shit, let me tell you.” Reminiscing on days gone by led the old wizard to forget he was supposed to be scolding the young witch. As he tried to recall specific anecdotes, Adelheid slipped past him and slid Victor back between her boobs. “Those were the golden years, yes they were. Wait, Ms. Hemlock, was I saying something to you?”

            “You were thanking me for the extra generous donation my father’s giving the school this year.”

            “That’s right. How could I forget?” He scratched at his beard, still sure he was forgetting something. “And why was I thinking about incubi?” he muttered to himself as he poofed away.

            Adelheid continued to her dorm, excited to show her pet his new home. Thrilled by his new lot in life, Victor rode along in her cleavage, excited to journey through hell itself.

            For the first time this semester, Billy made it to Bio-Magical Ethics 101 early. It was a 7:00am class, making it hell for a satyr who wakes up hungover every morning. But last night’s orgy got cancelled thanks to the syphilis curse going around, so Billy finally got to see what waking up sober felt like. It was nice, so nice that he bothered to put on a t-shirt that morning instead of just going commando as satyrs are wont to do. He entered the classroom a few minutes before the class started and noticed a shapely, green-skinned woman sitting where his friend usually was.

            “Yo, Victor, you’re looking fine this morning. You do all this for me?” Billy joked. The woman was wearing a low-cut t-shirt and yoga pants, appearing to have just gotten back from a morning jog. She turned towards the satyr, her lovely, wart-covered face throwing him into a panic. “Adelheid!?” he screamed, tumbling backward over his chair. “Wh-What did you do to my friend?”

            “Who? You’ll have to be more specific,” she responded, “I’ve done a lot of things to a lot of people.” Billy was frozen in fear. If she was in sitting in Victor’s seat, then he must be in serious trouble, maybe even dead. As his buddy, Billy wanted nothing more than to rescue Victor from whatever cruel fate this woman bestowed upon him, but what could a simple woodland creature do against the Queen of Evil herself.

            “Billy, it’s cool. I’m right here,” Victor’s disembodied voice called out. Billy looked towards Adelheid, the voice sounding like it was coming from her ass. “Down here.” The chair started rocking back and forth.

            “Woah!” Heidi griped onto either side of the chair which was bucking her around like an animatronic bull. “Easy, easy.”

            “Bro,” Billy’s fear dissipated into exasperated disbelief, “you turned yourself into a chair?” The couple laughed wildly together as Victor continued to swivel and shake. The rest of the classroom just tried to ignore their ruckus as they went about their own lives.

            “Hey, I just had a good idea,” Victor said. His bones, currently taking a metallic form, creaked and bent as they expanded. Soft leather pads grew out of him as his chair shaped frame bulked up. The backrest dove backwards and an awning sprung up from under Heidi’s legs. In a matter of seconds, the incubus went from the typical classroom chair to a Lazy Boy recliner. Vibrating massagers activated within Victor’s leather body, swarming all over Adelheid’s backside and rear. The witch’s eyed rolled back as her boyfriend targeted her most sensitive spots.

            “You guys are weird,” Billy commented as he sat down next to Heidi. “Name’s Billy. I’m friends with your seat.” Heidi limply turned her head to face him.

            “You’re a satyr, named Billy?” she moaned.

            “Yeah, my parents were real comedians.” As the class was getting settled, the professor floated in. Prof. Abatur was a celestial, a graceful being of pure holiness, favored and employed by God. He worked part time at Fenglewood Academy as a theology and ethics professor.

            “Good morning class. Open your texts to- What in God’s good name are you doing here!?” The usually stoic celestial shook at the sight of the green woman in a massage chair.

            “Herr Froggy!” Heidi shouted, springing back to life as Victor powered down. Abatur had a reputation for being overly strict and demanding despite mostly teaching gen ed. classes to freshmen, but that all changed a week ago. After attempting to chastise Ms. Hemlock for her inhumane behavior, she turned him into a frog and stuffed him in her bra for an hour. The experience was so humiliating, he lost all his edge as an authority figure, becoming the laughingstock of the school and another example of why it’s best to let the young witch be. His pleas to the headmaster to have her expelled fell on deaf ears; in fact, he was given specific instructions to let her do whatever she wished as the Hemlocks had been the school’s biggest donors for generations.

            Abatur grit his teeth and white knuckled his podium, still not used to letting a student have their way. He correctly deduced that the chair she was sitting on was his incubus student. “Listen, Ms. Hemlock, you may sit in on my class if you’d like, but please keep off my students. Mr. Frankenmuth needs to be able to take notes.”

            “No he don’t,” Heidi sassed. “He’s always going on about how this class is waste of his time.”

            “Heidi!” the recliner protested.

            “All your test questions are just common sense; nobody actually pays attentions to your droning lectures. My Liebling Victor only shows up because of your stupid mandatory attendance policy.”

            “I told you all that in confidence, babe.”

            “Don’t mind me,” she continued. “I’m just here to give my darling something to do. You can go on prattling about…” she turned to Billy, “What’s this class, again?”

            “Bio-magical ethics,” he replied. Heidi burst into a giggling fit.

            “Fuck, that is pointless.”

An awkward silence encompassed the room as the celestial hovered there, defeated by a brat an infinitesimal fraction of his age. Abatur grabbed his unopened briefcase and made for the exit. “Class is cancelled today. Go do a good deed or something, I don’t care.” The entire class got up and left, happy they could do something meaningful with their morning. A few thanked Heidi as they passed by. Billy gave her a high-five.

            “Vic, you’re girlfriend’s awesome. Let me borrow her for History of Potions.”

            Heidi slapped the side of the recliner. “Grow some wheels, Schatzi. We’re getting out of here.”

            “Give me a second.” The back of the chair folded in on itself as the armrests collapsed. Leather hardened and morphed into sleek black metal. The leg rest rose up and morphed into handle bars, wheels developing where the chair’s base used to be. Victor transformed into a sleek, black motorcycle with orange race lines. His leather seat rubbed up against his girlfriend’s crotch as he revved his engines.

            “Hop on, goat boy,” Heidi called. Billy gripped her tightly from behind as she spun the bike 270 degrees and blazed out of the classroom. Students and faculty dove to the walls as the witch popped wheelies through the castle hallways.

…

            Victor was lying on the couch in Adelheid’s dorm, flipping through a magazine while he waited for his girlfriend to get ready. She was in her bathroom, combing her hair and applying pro-blemish cream to her warts. Victor was currently a short, skinny redhead lazing about his girlfriend’s place. With a sudden bang, a dozen men in black robes and stone masks burst through the door and surrounded the incubus.

            “There’s the heathen!” One cried, holding a wavy, obsidian dagger. The other eleven men gathered around the unsuspecting Victor and pulled him off the couch, holding his limbs as their leader brandished his knife. “You dare sully the Hemlock clan with your undeserving presence! You must be stripped of this mortal realm and banished to a thousand hells for your transgression!” The robed man held the dagger above Victor’s chest, preparing to strike. The incubus’ invulnerability only worked if there was someone nearby getting off to his injuries, so unless one of these strangers had a stabbing fetish, he was in actual danger.

            Victor’s assailant swung the knife at his heart. The incubus closed his eyes, wincing at the pain that was sure to come, but all he felt was the man’s fist slamming into his chest. Opening his eyes, he saw the knife had turned into a long blade of grass, bending harmlessly against his body. An orange aura surrounded Victor and the robed strangers as the group of men all shrunk to half an inch tall.

            “I thought I told you asskissers to leave me the hell alone,” Adelheid grumbled. Her footsteps shook the floor, producing cacophonous booms she approached the shrunken men. “I’m not even head of the clan yet. Go back to bothering Mom and Dad.” The cultists abandoned Victor and circled Adelheid’s imposing, green feet.

            “Please have mercy, Hellish Mistress! We did not mean to insult you!” one cultist shouted, gazing longingly at her toes. Adelheid lowered her big toe onto him, shattering his spine and ribcage as she pinned him to the floor.

            “Oh Queen of all Things Vile, please forgive us. Do not use your heel to grind me into a fine paste!” The man was pinned down by the end of her foot, and with one powerful twist, was squashed into a red and flesh-tone goop.

            “Your punishments are needlessly cruel! Why must you do such awful things, like flinging me into the air and flicking me away like the insignificant bug I am.” The man was magically lifted a few feet up, floating aimlessly in front of the witch’s chest. After priming her middle finger behind her thumb, Adelheid splattered the man against her fingernail. The witch continued to squish each cultist beneath her foot, making sure to fulfill each one’s dying wish. Even at her boyfriend’s miniscule size, she noticed the tentpole forming in his pants as he watched her decimate his attackers with her powerful body. Lucky bastards, he thought.

            Before long only one cultist remained, the group’s leader who wished nothing more than to wipe Victor off this world. No man deserved to lay with his goddess, especially not some lowly, backwoods, servile sex demon. The cultist grappled Victor from behind and pointed his blade of grass at his neck.

“Do with me what you will, m’lady, for I will not descend to Hell alone. This insolent imp will suffer my righteous retribution for all eternity as we grapple in the broiling pits of Tartarus!”

“Oh just shut up already,” Heidi groaned. A deep shadow encroached the shrunken men; crimson droplets rained upon them as she held her blood-soaked sole over them. The cultist laughed maniacally as he fulfilled his life’s purpose. The two crumpled like pop cans beneath the ball of Heidi’s foot. For extra measure, and pleasure, she pivoted her foot from side to side, atomizing every living thing beneath it. With one final scrape, Heidi pulled her foot from the floor, watching the bloodstain below bubble with new life. “Enjoy yourself down there?”

Skin and bones materialized out of the pool of blood; a miniature thumbs up poking out of the sanguine fluid.

“Sorry about all that. My family’s followers tend to get a little zealous,” she confessed as the rest of Victor’s body reconstituted itself on the floor. Heidi sat down on the floor, resting her heel directly in front of Victor. Her foot towered over him like a monolith as mushed up viscera slowly slid down her sole. “And they make such a big mess without ever cleaning up after themselves.” The witch’s closet door flung open, and an animated mop and bucket pranced over to the tiny man, shrinking down to his size as they got closer to him. “But that’s what I have you for,” she giggled.

…

            Adelheid was laying on her stomach on the floor, flipping through the magazine Victor was reading moments ago, her bloodied sole facing upward as her half inch tall boyfriend mopped up the liquified remains of overzealous cultists. In a half hour, all he had gotten done was the ball, leaving the entire arch, heel, and her toes still stained in blood.

            “How’s it going back there?” Heidi asked, glancing over her shoulder.

            “I could finish a lot quicker if you just returned me to normal,” Victor complained. An orange aura surrounded him and his cleaning tools, shrinking them down to a quarter inch scale. The witch cackled as her boyfriend took in the fact that his workload just doubled. “Y’know, I’m more into physical torture than the menial kind.” Heidi pushed herself off the ground, sitting up and turning around. Victor slid off her foot and fell to the floor.

            “Yeah, it seemed like a fun idea at first, but the novelty wears off quick.” The mop and bucket hustled back to the closet, regaining their original size in the process. A washcloth flew out of Heidi’s bathroom and wiped her foot clean, accomplishing in seconds what would’ve taken Victor hours. “Let’s try something more your speed.” The shrunken incubus was lifted into the air and sent hurtling towards the kitchen table, breaking his neck on impact. As Adelheid sat down in front of him, two hands sprouted out of the other end of the table’s surface. Their thumbs touched and their index fingers stretched upwards, forming a mock goalpost. Victor stood up, cracking his head back into place as Heidi grew him to an inch and a half. “Ever hear of paper football?”

            “That thing Americans play?”

            “Mm-hm. Too bad I’m all out of paper.” She gripped his legs between her thumb and index finger, holding him steady against the table, and flicked him with her other hand. Her middle finger catapulted into his body, the nail slicing his torso from his waist. The force of her flick sent the incubus’ arms flying in either direction. His head ripped free of his chest as his tattered body flipped rapidly through the air towards the goal. Victor’s miniature torso soared between the disembodied hands as his head flew off to God-knows-where. “Score!” Heidi celebrated, peering down at her boyfriend’s lower half still pinned between her fingers. Judging by how stretched his shrunken pants were, this was much more to his liking. 

            Victor and Billy were sitting by the riverbed at the edge of campus, studying golem anatomy for one of their research projects. It was a warm day for fall; orange and red leaves dotted the river as they flowed downstream. The sky was grey, covered in a blanket of thick clouds. With Billy as his only company, Victor’s body had taken the form of an effeminate young man with blonde curly ques.

            “Victor! Billy!” a woman shouted, waving and walking towards the pair. “Don’t start without me!” She was an umibozu, a Japanese sea creature known for wrecking ships and stirring up storms. Her entire body was a single shade of a deep, ocean blue, from her hair to her skin. She looked like a three-dimensional silhouette of a woman, her only discernable features being her piercing yellow eyes. Her skin was always moist, feeling akin to that of a porpoise, and oozing a murky, salty fluid. She was wearing a wool cardigan and sweatpants underneath a knee-length skirt. Her outfit was the same shade of blue as her skin and hair, making it difficult at a distance to tell where her clothing ended and her body began. A bright, azure pattern traced along the sleeves of her sweater and pants, the color flowing across her body like water through a pipe. The tennis shoes she wore were transparent, each piece of material filled with luminescent water.

            “It’s cool, Mizuki,” Victor said, “we haven’t accomplished much yet.” As the umibozu got closer, Victor’s hair grew out and shifted into a brunette, and his facial features became more feminine. He grew a little taller too, just enough to have the edge over Mizuki. The woman sat down beside them, her shoes making squelching sounds with every step she took. “We should probably head inside anyway. I think it’s going to rain soon.”

            “Shit, really?” Mizuki asked, glancing at the cloudy sky. “Let’s get outta here then. How’re things with Heidi?” She was one of the few people bold enough to call Adelheid a friend.

            “Great so far. She’s killed me,” Victor counted with his fingers, “eighty-two times. This week.” Mizuki helped the other two shove books and papers into their bags. While they packed up, two beastmen clad in varsity jackets approached from behind.

            Harish was an eight-foot-tall rakshasa with the face of a tiger and two upward curving tusks jutting from his mouth. Eztli was a jacked, upright standing coyotl, standing at half his friend’s height. Both were star players on the rugby team, with the muscles to prove it, and had a penchant for making mischief. The two snickered as they snuck up on the unsuspecting group. Harish grabbed Victor and Billy by the back of their collars and hurled them both face first into the river with all their stuff. Eztli swept Mizuki off her feet and tossed her in after her friends.

            “Take that, dweebenheimers!” Harish shouted, holding his L-shaped fingers over his forehead.

            “We totally owned you dorkmunches. Get bent.” Eztli did cross-chops as the two laughed at their victims. Victor and Billy sat in the river, they and their belongings were utterly soaked. Having not rained for some time, the river was only a couple feet deep.

            “What the hell! You guys know how much books cost!” Billy exclaimed. The bullies just laughed harder as they drew the satyr’s ire. Victor, on the other hand, had much bigger concerns weighing on his mind. He looked over towards Mizuki. Her hair was standing on ends, stretching out like tentacles grasping at the air. The water around her bubbled and rippled. Her sleeves grew tight around her arms, pulling up past her foreharm. The legs of her pants did the same, gradually pulling higher until they started tearing at the seems. With the woman’s midriff exposed, Mizuki’s skirt snapped off her waist. Buttons flew off her cardigan, and her breasts tore through her undershirt. Her toes pierced the front of her shoes, and before long, the top covering became an ankle accessory before snapping off along with the rest. In seconds she went from standing five feet tall to ten feet, and then to twenty and thirty and further onwards. 

            An umibozu’s size correlated to the amount of water they were in. Mizuki’s shoes and clothing were custom designed via magical enchantments to keep her at 5’7”, but in a large body of water, like a river or lake, she could grow to tremendous heights. If an umibozu stood in the deepest part of the ocean, their body would stretch on for miles.

            Mizuki stopped growing at fifty feet. Even sitting down, she towered over her classmates. All her clothes had been destroyed, but you had to be standing next to her to actually tell she was naked. Harish and Eztli ceased their gloating, their mouths agape at the massive yellow eyes staring down at them like spotlights. It didn’t matter that her face could portray no expressions, even a blind man could see the rage radiating from her eyes.

            “Drown,” a deep voice rumbled from the giantess. Mizuki stood up, a dark blue monolith rising out of the river. Victor ushered Billy onto shore, wanting to avoid the coming monsoon that was his agitated friend. He could feel raindrops falling as they made for dry land.

            “She gets a one track mind when she’s pissed,” Victor warned. “Just stay away from those two and hopefully she won’t crush us in the collateral.” Mizuki took one step onto land; her foot was the length of a car and left a muddy print on the schoolgrounds. The beastmen were already fleeing towards the nearest building, one of the newly built classroom facilities. Mizuki took another step; at her stride, a few steps caught her up to the retreating beastmen, despite their headstart and athletic prowess. Normally, walking onto to dry land would lead her to shrink back to a smaller size, but what started as a light sprinkle soon developed into steady rain, dowsing the women enough for her to maintain her incredible stature. Mizuki leaned over and stretched her arm forward to grab her prey.

            “Do something before she gets us!” Eztli shouted, a gargantuan, blue hand approaching ever closer.

            “Fireball!” Harish materialized a blazing rugby ball and threw it at the monster. It collided with the palm of her hand, evaporating into steam upon impact. The rakshasa’s efforts did little to impede her, but it gave him an idea. “Firestorm!” A stream of fire shot forth from his hand. Again, it had no effect on the giantess, but the collision with her watery skin created an explosion of steam. The jocks vanished within the cloud, obscuring their escape into the classroom building.

            “Aggh! Get back here you fucking pukefaces!” She roared. Her thundering voice echoed throughout the campus.

            “She’s not going to destroy the school over a simple prank, is she?” Billy asked. The building’s southern corner crumbled into pieces as Mizuki swatted her arm into it. Harish and Eztli were inside running through the halls, joined by panicking students trying to avoid getting caught up in the storm of the sea monster’s wrath. Mizuki kicked into the building, tearing through all four floors as her foot soared up through it. Dust and debris scattered everywhere as half the building was blown up into the sky. Upon reaching its zenith, Mizuki’s foot came crashing back down, flattening more of the ruined structure. All manner of magical races and creatures fled from the rubble, winged beasts catching those sent flying. Harish and Eztli made it to the exit on the far side and got out of what little remained of the new building.

…

            “Sir, there’s an umibozu rampaging through the campus,” the headmaster’s secretary reported. The old wizard was sitting atop his tower, some 500ft above the school, watching the affair safely in his loft. The floor was made of glass, allowing the headmaster to keep an ever-watchful eye on the students and faculty in his care. “She’s already destroyed the new Gawain Memorial building.”

            “Oh yes, she made fine work of that one,” the headmaster said between bites of popcorn, his eyes glued to his binoculars.

            “Sir, please tell me you’re going to put a stop to this.”

            “Cassandra, we need to teach you to lighten up a little. These are the golden years of these students’ lives, we shouldn’t get in the way of their tomfoolery in the name of “accountability” or “safety” or whatever it is you’re always blabbering on about.” Cassandra sighed and returned to her desk outside the headmaster’s office. She printed out a forest’s worth of compliance forms and tossed them onto her desk, adding further to the pile that was already stretching up the ceiling.

…

            “Alright class, let’s begin today’s class with a refresher on what we learned yesterday,” the sorceries professor announced to the class. “Now, everyone ready your protective barrier spells, just like we’ve been practicing.” Rainbow-colored panels of ethereal glass materialized around each student, just in time to defend against the deep blue, tree trunk of an arm crashing through the classroom, demolishing all in its path. The students and professor were sent flying into the courtyard outside, their barriers keeping them unharmed as they got back on their feet. “Good work, everyone! Very good. In honor of your inspiring progress, and because our classroom no longer exists, I’m giving you all the rest of the day off.”

            The jocks made it out of the Gawain Memorial building and into the rec hall next door, running across the basketball court with an angry umibozu hot on their trail. The rain had grown into a heavy downpour, giving Mizuki roughly ten more feet to her height. The rec hall blew apart like a sand castle as she smashed her way inside. The building was mostly an open gym with various courts and equipment organized throughout, meaning there weren’t many places for the beastmen to hide and very little to stand in the giantess’ way. Mizuki lunged for the two of them, wrapping her damp fingers around them and tightening her grip as she brought them to her face. A murky fluid secreted from her palms and coated the jocks’ bodies; it reeked of seaweed and dead fish.

            “No, please!” Harish pleaded. “You’ll ruin my Aca Joe windbreaker!”

            “Now you’ll never get into the frat!” Eztli cried. “Never! Never ever!” Mizuki squeezed them like stress balls, enjoying the sound of their desperate whimpering.

            “You guys like tossing people around? Fine, then how about I give you a taste of your own medicine!” Mizuki took a pitcher’s stance and flung one after the other hurtling past the horizon, their howls growing quiet as they vanished into the distance.

…

            “Sir, she’s destroyed the rec hall!” Cassandra shouted.

            “Ugh,” the headmaster groaned, “has anyone died?”

            “Just some zombies,” she responded, “though they might’ve been that way already.”

            “Then I’m failing to see the issue.” The headmaster threw another bag of popcorn into his microwave.

            “She’s ruining the school! Your school!” she ranted. “Don’t you think you should do something about that? You know what discipline is right? Give her detention, or a suspension, or even expel her. Anything more than watching her rampage through the campus naked!”

“Really? She’s naked?” The headmaster took a peek through his binoculars. “Huh, it’s really hard to tell from up here.” Every night, Cassandra had to remind herself that she was paid very handsomely for all the stress this job caused her. “Fine, if it stops your nagging, I’ll put the rain on this parade.” With a snap of the wizard’s fingers, the storm clouds dispersed, replaced by a beautiful, clear sky.

…

            With the sunlight beaming down on her, Mizuki shrunk down to her normal height. Hands resting on her hips, she reveled in the smoldering ruin she left in her wake, taking great pride in her handywork.

            The clear skies signaled to Victor that the danger had passed, so he and Billy made their way to what was left of the rec hall. They passed many injured and irritated students on their way; Victor got the feeling he was going to be extra busy at the clinic for the next few days. By the time they reached the torn-about basketball court, there was no sign of Mizuki. The only person in the rec hall ruins was a well-endowed, green woman holding up a strange, blue bug in her fingers.

            “Heidi!” Victor called. “What are you doing here?”

            “I heard all the rumbling and had to see the action firsthand,” she replied, and then turned her attention back to the bug. “Love what you did with the place. I always thought the rec hall could use a sunroof.” The bug dangling before Adelheid’s face was Mizuki reduced to her true size. With all the water evaporated off her, she was only an inch tall, flailing around pinched between Heidi’s fingertips.

            “Thanks, but can you get me a fish bowl or something? I hate being small.”

            “Aww, but you’re so cute like this,” Adelheid teased. “Sure you don’t want to play with me first?”

            “I’ve seen the things you do to your boyfriend; I’d rather go to Hell than play with you.”

            “Alright, I’ll just have to take my unrequited urges out on him then.” Adelheid dropped the umibozu onto the floor, her puny, rubbery body bouncing off what remained of the hardwood floor. The witch waved her arms around, yellow energy crackling around them. “Ruoh na kcab sehtolc s’ikuzim gnirb. Enola enim dna enim si emit,” she chanted. The tattered loose fabric of Mizuki’s outfit rose out of the river and flew to the girl, restoring itself to its former glory in front of her. The shrunken urchin climbed into her shoe and grew a foot taller, allowing her to equip the rest of her clothing and return to her preferred height. Billy held his hand above his eyes as he peered out into the distance.

            “You think those guys survived?” he asked.

            “They get tackled by minotaurs on a regular basis,” Victor pointed out, “if anything, she went easy on them.”

            “Yeah, you should have thrown them against a wall,” Adelheid suggested, “that way you could watched them splatter against it. It’d be so funny watching their bodies slowly slide down, leaving a long trail of blood, and if we were really lucky, we’d have seen their organs spill out from…” Victor’s body shook as his girlfriend rambled on; he had a good feeling about how she was going to want to spend the rest of the day.

…

            “Schatzi, I need you to cook up some durability elixirs for me,” Adelheid requested. Victor stood there, wide-eyed and speechless. Never in the undying cosmos did he think the words “durability elixirs” would ever be uttered from his girlfriend’s mouth. Sure, they allowed masochists to survive even the deadliest rough play, but by numbing the pain, they also took all the fun out of torture. Victor grabbed her shoulders and looked straight into her eyes, checking for any signs of mind-control or illusion magic. “Don’t worry, it’s not for us. I’m throwing a pool party.”

            “In October?”

            “It’ll be inside. In here actually. I make sure to keep it nice and hot for everyone.” Victor glanced around Heidi’s dorm. It was lavish for a college dormitory, having two floors and holding more furniture than most standard apartments, but the incubus wasn’t sure how she was going to fit a pool inside, even with her mind-boggling magic. And what did she need durability elixirs for? “I’ll need at least thirty pints by this weekend. Think you can handle that?”

            “Sure,” he said with caution, “easy enough.”

…

            A long line formed into the hallway of Adelheid’s dorm. As requested, thirty glass bottles of durability elixir were piled up on a table near the dorm room entrance. Victor and Heidi stood together, ready to greet their guests.

            “Alright, everybody. Welcome to the hottest pool party on campus!” Adelheid announced, her voice projecting magically through the hall. “Here’s how it works: upon your turn, grab a potion and slurp it down. Make sure you swallow every last drop; my Liebling went above and beyond with them, so their effects should last a good six hours. After that, I’ll shrink you to a centimeter, and you’ll be all set to go down the water slide.” The guests piled in, drinking their elixirs and getting shrunk onto the table. A few familiar faces were spotted in the line: Billy, Mizuki, even Harish and Eztli showed up, having recovered from their “skydiving accident.” After Mizuki drank her elixir, Heidi tried to cast her spell, but was stopped by the umibozu.

            “No need. I’ll go natural.” She stripped out of her enchanted garments and handed them to Victor before shrinking to an inch. Heidi picked her up and placed her on the table with the others, the umibozu, still towering over the other guests shrunken to a fragment of her size. “Hide those somewhere for me, Vic. There expensive and I don’t want them getting stolen.”

Victor racked his brain for a good hiding spot. Somewhere discreet where I’ll remember where they are, he thought. The incubus walked into the kitchen, tossed them into the dishwasher, and returned to his girlfriend. Once everyone was tiny, Victor reached for the last bottle, but was stopped by an orange glow enveloping him. In an instant, he found himself nothing more than a speck on the wide, open table.

            “You won’t be needing that, Schatzi,” Heidi teased, rubbing her belly. She loomed over the table of tinies, casting a wide shadow over the party. While Victor was plenty familiar with seeing his girlfriend at that scale, most of the guests gazed up at her in awe. She was wearing a black camisole and red shorts, her ample breasts hanging over the partygoers like an awning. She lowered her chin onto the table; her entire face, from her warts to her protruding nose, every hair in her brow and every lash on her eye, all appeared in magnified definition to the miniature party guests. She opened her mouth and rolled out her tongue, beckoning everyone to enter. They all turned to Victor.

            “You’re absolutely certain your potion works?” one guest asked.

            “Of course! I’d stake my title as a nurse’s assistant on it.” Barely reassured, the first guest took a step onto the woman’s tremendous tongue. His foot sunk into it, ensnared by tastebuds. A soft moan purred from the back of Adelheid’s throat as the miniature man walked along her tongue. He peered over the edge of her throat, a dark, bottomless pit from where he stood. He gulped and took the plunge, sliding down her esophagus for half a minute. When he reached the pool below, he splashed into the waiting pool of stomach acid, his skin burning at the touch. There was a moment of panic, but as his body adjusted to the temperature, he realized that his skin was perfectly fine, just a bit red. Shortly after, he was joined by other partygoers who had taken the plunge.

            Victor, Billy, and Mizuki were towards the back of the line. “Hey,” Billy said, nudging Victor with his elbow. “Are you going to mind me being inside your girlfriend?”

            “When you phrase it like that I do.” After everyone else entered, Mizuki climbed onto the tongue. She was too big to hop down Heidi’s throat without making her gag, so the witch curled up her tongue and swallowed the sea monster whole. Mizuki curled up into a ball as she fell through the esophagus, cannonballing into the stomach acid and splashing the tinies around her. In Heidi’s pool of digestive fluids, Mizuki’s body grew to six inches, becoming a giantess in her own right next to the centimeter tall swimmers.

            Billy followed soon after, leaving Victor alone in front of his girlfriend’s waiting mouth. “Come on in,” she beckoned, “I promise I won’t bite.” Victor climbed onto her tongue and stood in the center of it, knowing full well what was coming next. Her tongue jerked to the side, sending the shrunken incubus onto her molars. “Oops.” Her teeth slammed down on him, pulverizing his body and shattering his bones. Heidi grinded her teeth together, gnawing at Victor’s fragile form until he was nothing but a red paste. She spit his remains onto the table, an unrecognizable lump of meat, and watched as he slowly put himself back together. Once he appeared humanoid again, Adelheid bent down and kissed him against the table before scooping him up with her tongue and swallowing him.

            Victor’s skin and hair regrew as he fell into the pit of his girlfriend’s stomach. Before he could land in the acrid fluids below, Mizuki caught his body in her hand and placed him on her shoulder. “No offense,” she said, “but Billy and I decided we didn’t want to watch you digest in here.”

            “Aw, but that’s the best part,” he responded. “You guys should try it sometime.” The party was well underway; people were swimming laps around the stomach lining while others waded by the bits of bolus remaining from Adelheid’s last meal. The pool inside her sloshed around as Heidi walked around her apartment. Tinies were thrown about by the waves, pushing against all edges of her stomach as they felt the impact of each step reverberate throughout her body. Heidi walked to her kitchen and opened the fridge, pulling out a leftover container of nachos. After tossing it in the microwave, she pulled a bottle of slivovitz out of her pantry and took a swig. The beverage burned her throat as it cascaded onto the people in her stomach. The microwave sounded off, and Adelheid flopped onto her couch with her meal, sipping slivovitz like it was cheap wine.

            In a matter of seconds, the inside of her gut reeked of alcohol. At their size, the partygoers grew drunk within a few accidental sips as they swam through it. Mizuki grew a few millimeters as more alcohol rained down from above. If that wasn’t enough, the slivovitz was followed by mushed up bits of meat, peppers and corn chips as Heidi ate her dinner. Multiple tinies were pelted with pieces of chewed up food while others were swept away in waves of alcohol. A lucky few gathered around Mizuki, using her towering body as an anchor point and shelter. The umibozu pressed herself against the wall of Heidi’s stomach, continually growing as acids secreted from the gut’s inner lining.

…

            With half the bottle gone, Heidi was drunk, so drunk as to not realize she should cease drinking. Her stomach started aching, both from the alcohol and the ever-growing sea monster inside her. Her solution was to drink more because more fluids meant better digestion and she wasn’t cognizant enough to remember that doesn’t apply to alcohol. Waves rippled through her gastric acid, her stomach’s gurgling deafening any tinies fortunate enough not to be pulled under.

The bottle was down to its last quarter. Heidi clutched her stomach, her vision blurred, everything grew hot. The witch stood up and made towards her bathroom, only to keel over a few steps away and hurl all over the floor. Everyone inside her felt an immense pressure as her stomach convulsed and the contents within her propelled upwards. The centimeter tall partygoers flew up her esophagus without a struggle, but Mizuki, having stretched to nearly ten inches, was slowly pulled up the tube with greater resistance. Victor, Billy, and a few others were pinned against the walls of flesh by her relatively massive body as they all crawled up through Heidi’s throat. Once the contents of her stomach successfully reached the floor, Adelheid collapsed and passed out.

…

            “Heidi! Heidi, wake up!” Mizuki shouted, nudging the witch’s nose. She was standing on the floor at an inch tall, trying to get the attention of the giant, green woman lying on her side. Heidi’s eyes peeled open as her sense gradually returned to her. Glancing around, most of the party goers, all of which were still shrunken, were passed out from the irresponsible amount of alcohol they inadvertently consumed. Not far from Heidi’s waist, a minotaur was mounted on top of Victor, pummeling his face into the floor with bloodied fists. “This guy tried to get in your pants while you were out, and Victor tried to stop them, and now he’s getting his ass kicked, and you got to help him!” Victor’s face was unrecognizable; much of his skull had been shattered by the drunken minotaur. With his victim barely breathing, the minotaur pumped his fists into the air and bellowed.

            “I am victorious!” the bull man shouted, standing and showboating to the crowd of passed out college students. “And to the victor go the spoils of war. Prepare yourself for my coming, buxom witch, for I, Asterius, have bested your feeble lover in honorable combat!” Heidi pushed herself off the floor and looked down at the scene sprawled out beneath her. Victor was hanging on to the last threads of life, Billy was passed out not far from him, and Mizuki was panicking just below her. Adelheid plucked the minotaur off the ground and dangled him before her face.

            “You want in my pants, right?” she slurred, too hungover to bother teasing the thing. “Go ahead, then.” She tugged at her shorts by the waistline, pulling open her underwear in the process and dropping the bull man into her thong. Standing before her vagina, Asterius shivered. A cold fog emanated from the witch’s slit, draining the heat from his body. From the fog, a pair of ethereal hands wisped out, reaching towards the shivering monster. They gently caressed his face, brushing the fur along his muzzle, and sapping all the happiness he had ever felt in his life at the touch. They grabbed him softly by his arms and pulled him closer to Adelheid’s pussy, the ravenous maw prying itself open for him. All resistance was futile as the minotaur lost control of his body. Colors that didn’t exist beamed out from her crotch, scarring his vision. Tortured faces formed along the walls of her vagina, wailing horrific death throes as they begged for their eternal damnation to end. The smell of fire and brimstone wafted from her womanhood. Asterius was left speechless, unable to move or think, his concept of reality shattering around his fragile mind. Adelheid plucked him out from her panties, severing his connection to the ghastly hands. “Still interested?” She set him down on the floor. As his sense of awareness flooded back to him, all the minotaur could do was curl up into a ball and cry.

            “What’d you do to him?” Mizuki asked.

            “My fanny doubles as a portal to hell. It helps put jerkoffs in their place, but it makes finding an affordable gynecologist impossible.” Heidi picked Victor’s wounded body off the ground as gently as she could and planted her lips on him. The attraction she felt for him defending her honor, even if he did a poor job of it, was enough to heal his more serious injuries. With the skin and bones reforming in his face, Victor looked towards his girlfriend smiling over him.

            “Sorry,” he muttered.

            “Don’t be. You’re a looker, not a fighter. And I only like you looking like this when I’m the one hurting you.” She gave him another kiss, her lip overwhelming his miniscule frame and healing the rest of his wounds. She scraped him off with her fingernail and held him up to her eye. “Now, you know any good cures for a hangover?”

            “Water or a sports drink,” he prescribed. “Anything with electrolytes, really.”

            “I meant a magical cure. Like, something you could brew for me.”

            “I’ll stop by the vending machine and grab you a Gatorade.” Adelheid threw her boyfriend into the air and returned him to normal.

            “Alright, I’ll stay here and watch over the bugs,” she murmured, “make sure no one squashes them.” Heidi laid back down and fell asleep. Victor chuckled and made for the hallway, but stopped when he heard a squeaking sound rise from his foot. A miniature umibozu was standing on it, tugging at his pant leg.

            “Hey!” Mizuki shouted. “Get me my clothes first.”

            “Right, sorry!” Victor walked to the kitchen, knocking Mizuki onto the floor, and pulled her clothes out of the dishwasher, tossing them onto the coin-sized girl. As she squirmed into her sweater, her body grew a few feet, allowing her to put on her pants and shoes and eventually return to a normal height.

            “Thanks, I’ll stay here, help you watch over her until she’s sober enough to unshrink everyone.” Victor walked towards the door, checking his pockets for loose change. “Fun party by the way,” Mizuki called out. “Let’s do it in the lake next time. Everyone can fit in me without needing any shrinking spells. And I can hold my liquor.”

            “Sure thing,” he smiled.