Miryh begged and pleaded for his life, but it was clear that his tormentor could not hear his cries, nor would head them if he could.  Nothing could satisfy his unchecked destructive urges.  Miryh’s only hope was that whatever the man had in store for him would be a far cry less horrifying than what his allies and friends had gone through.

*Two Days Earlier*

With the preparations complete, Miryh took a group of his most trusted gnomes to help him gather up his prisoners once the spell started taking effect.  His gnomes were the finest army a man could ever hope for while still grossly underpaying for his labor.  Miryh was by no means an unreasonable man.  These were criminals who had invaded his property and stolen his goods, but he would dispense reasonable justice.  He would simply use the jail he constructed (really just a wooden box) to house these hooligans until they promised to pay him the value of the goods they had stolen.  Plus interest of course, as that was only fair.  In fact, the jail could be counted as temporary lodging, so he might just charge for that too!

But he was putting the cart before the horse.  The gnomes surrounded the village, the moons were aligned, and he had his Dryadsong incantation in hand.  He slowly read the dark text.

“Ckidivs jyi ly d’qyv’c is viqf raekky ul uyl r’cif kkadags di qavinags uz”

As soon as he finished his incantation, he sent the order for his gnomes to advance, but the ground started to shake violently.  There was nothing in the spellbook about this, or at least not that Miryh knew.  Many of the gnomes panicked and fled.  Those that didn’t soon became privy to the source of the grounds rumbling.  A wooden shack near the edge of the village started to show extreme wear on its sides, as though somebody was trying to push the walls down.  Suddenly, a family of four emerged from the house.  Yet not through the door, but smashing through the walls as they started growing at an alarming speed.  Soon they were all larger than the house they were occupying.  And more concerning was that the same story was happening to the home next door, and the next, and the next.

Miryh didn’t know where his spell had gone wrong.  Did he pronounce the spell wrong?  His vocabulary wasn’t the greatest, but he was certain that his studies with the Elder of Beangrove had prepared him for…

That’s when Miryh realized.  Jyi wasn’t the word for ‘bean’; that was myaz.  So what was the spell intended to do.  He was sure he knew the word jyi from somewhere.  But then he had a realization.

Jyi was the word for ‘oak tree’.

This spell was never meant to make enemies small.  It was supposed to make allies big.  Specifically, twice as tall as an oak tree.  And now he had just used it on a number of already antagonistic humans right before sending a gnome army after them.

“Hey!  Let me go!”

Miryh heard a gnome girl cry out for help as she dangled between the fingers of a large man.  His body was thin, yet toned.  His eyes a deep muddy brown that matched his unkempt hair.  His legs and torso had little hair, almost as a lady of a noble house.  But the rough, callused skin along his hands and feet betrayed the hard life of labor he had led up to now.  However, the most striking features on the man were his jovial smile, and the long drooping rod between his legs, beginning their own expansion into others’ territory.

“You gnomes look so cute when you’re all small like this!  I wonder what kind of gnome you are?”

He put the gnome in his palm and started slowly stripping away her armor piece by piece.  She tried to keep him from removing her coverings, but the boy had no interest in letting this gnome escape clad in her meager, cheaply-made plating.  He ripped everything off the gnome, including the garments beneath, until she lay bare in his hand.  The poor gnome could do nothing but tremble from within his grasp until he spoke.

“Nice!  Looks like I found a Mrs. Gnome!  Would you like me to show you to your new home?”

He brought the trembling gnome to his crotch as he touched himself.

“Please, I’m sorry.  I didn’t want to raid your village.  I’ll leave and never come back, I promise.  Just let me go!  I’ve learned my lesson.”

The man tilted his head and gave her an inquisitive stare.  “I don’t care about any of that.  You’re just a cute little lady gnome, and I want a cute little lady gnome to pleasure me.  It’s as simple as that.  It could have been anybody.  It just happened to be you.”

“Wait, please.  This isn’t right!  I have a family!”

“Oh, I’d love to play with them too.  Actually, better stick to just the women.  I don’t really have much use for the men.”

The gnome screamed unholy utterances as the giant guy pressed her face against his urethra, already leaking precum.  First her head went in, then with a bit of resistance her shoulders, then her torso until finally her feet disappeared into the monstrous cock.

He quickly grabbed another gnome and started unwrapping it as well.  However, when the little thing’s member was finally exposed the giant looked down with disgust.

“Uggh, this is a Mr. Gnome.  No room for you in my cock!”

He squeezes this new gnome between his fingers until his body pops like a grape.  He quickly finds another gnome, this one female, and loads her into his cock as he strokes himself with his bloody hand.

Miryh turns around and runs.  The book didn’t have a reversal spell that he could see, so I needed reinforcements.  Surely now, the Grand Cabal would see the urgency of the situation.  If he couldn’t convince everybody, he could at least convince enough that they get at least a slightly better army to help.

Miryh sees a thick white stream drop from the air and splash down next to him.  Floating down the stream, two asphyxiated gnomes bloated from the thick white goop they had to ingest.  He turned around to see the giant, with his cock now slowly becoming flaccid, turning and walking the other direction, presumably to find some more of his friends.