To Tobias’ extreme annoyance, it felt like Vivienne was checking every single book on her shelf as slowly as humanly possible, one at a time. She’d thoroughly peruse one row of indecipherably labeled magical tomes, shake her head or click her tongue when she came up empty, then begin the painstaking process anew on the next shelf up from the last. All while he was trapped firmly against her enormous round posterior, unable to so much as move or even breathe freely. Couldn’t she go any faster!?

As her search took her to higher and higher bookshelves, Vee transitioned from bending over to standing on her tiptoes, little by little. Before, her huge backside had been pulled taut, forming a firmly flexing wall for Tobias to be crushed against—but as she stood straight it relaxed, and he had no choice but to sink into its doughy surface like it was the world’s softest, warmest bed. At first Tobias assumed that a softer surface would be better for him, but then he discovered firsthand that it merely made it easier for his little body to “embed” itself into her fatty thigh and ass under the constant pressure of her overly-tight stockings. After his body had nearly disappeared into her plump figure he found himself almost wishing she’d bend back down…

Not to mention it was humiliating to think that Vee could so easily entrap him, a fearless champion, even without the use of her stupid overpowered magic. All it had taken was a piece of skimpy clothing and her big fat ass! Yet Tobias could not deny the supple texture of her body he was forced up against her, or the enticing feminine scents that invaded his nostrils... He was ashamed to admit that every little earthquake of her movements felt extremely pleasurable. He only hoped she’d find whatever “all-important” book she was seeking before she realized just how unbearably excited he was getting in the process, or she might never let him hear the end of it! A righteous knight, fantasizing about an evil witch? Unthinkable!

Things worsened when Vee stood on her tiptoes to scan a high shelf, causing Tobias to jiggle erratically as her leg flexed and shifted. He felt every ounce of her bulging and straining against him as she stretched up to peer at a row of books that would have barely come up to his own shoulder. Had he been normal size he could have literally reached up and passed her the books she was struggling to even see! The cruel irony of the situation was almost unbearable.

After a minute of stretching upwards the huge shortstack complained, “Ugh, I can’t find it. It must be on the top shelf somewhere, but I can’t reach that one…” Tobias rolled his eyes. “I guess I’ll have to fly up there.”

“Mmff!?” She could fly? Since when???

“Surprised?” Vee preened, “Of course I can fly. I’m a witch, remember? I just need an object to lift me up, like a broom or a carpet. But since my broom is in the shop…” There was a scraping noise as a piece of furniture magically slid into place behind her, “A regular stool works just as well.”

Tobias twisted his head against the pillowy mass in front of him, and got a look at the stool. The size of the seat seemed inadequately small compared to the immense mass that Vee threatened to plop down on top of it at any moment. Tobias didn’t know how she planned to balance herself on such a small piece of furniture, but he was much more concerned with how he would fare. As far as he could tell, the moment Vee sat down his entire body would be crushed, and badly.

Tobias urgently wanted to dissuade Vee from sitting before he ended up trapped beneath her humongous figure, but it seemed a hopeless task—she didn’t even seem remotely concerned with reducing the teeny knight to a sticker against her wobbling backside. Speaking was near impossible with his mouth pressed firmly against her rear end. Not to mention she’d already stopped listening to him and begun to lean backwards. Tobias tried one last time, screaming as loud as he could as the stool rose up to meet him, “MMMFFFF!!!” But Vee didn’t respond, and Tobias was filled with despair as he realized there was nothing he could do to stop her descent.

*THUMP!*

Vee impacted the stool with a hefty bounce, easily spilling over the sides of the narrow wooden platform. From most angles it almost looked like her voluptuous figure had sprouted wooden chair legs, which creaked and groaned as she settled into place. Why she didn’t own a bigger, more appropriately sized chair for this exact purpose, Tobias did not know.

Having seated herself comfortably, the huge witch chirped, “Okay little knight, up we go!” Of course, she didn’t bother to consider what might happen to her tiny companion once they were forced to support all of her weight… and so up she went, magically lifting off the ground.

While Vee began to rise happily into the air, the tiny knight was pushed upwards and immediately compressed underneath a pressure so unimaginably heavy that a pitiful squeak was forced from his collapsing lungs. Vee glanced downwards, searching for the source of that odd noise, before belatedly realizing the issue. But even then she only scrunched up her features, “Oh. Uh, just let me know if I’m too heavy for you!”

“Too heavy” hardly did justice to what the shrunken man was going through. So much weight had been placed atop the chair that Tobias, just as he’d foreseen, had been literally entombed beneath an ass that was over a hundred times his size. At least when she’d been standing he’d had the capacity to squirm and move his limbs slightly, but now that her monstrous bottom was resting right on top of him he was totally immobilized. And every tiny shift in Vee’s weight only magnified the discomfort Tobias felt, as the slightest adjustment on her part exerted a tremendous amount of pressure directly against his shrunken body.

Of course, Vee knew Tobias couldn’t move, but she was perfectly comfortable where she was sitting, so she didn’t fret over the shrunken man. All she had to deal with was that tiny little irritation that kept poking against her bare backside… whatever that was.

Assuming Tobias would make a good captive audience, Vee decided to show off a little by soaring happily around the room from atop her flying throne, “Hellooo, teeny kniiight? Aren’t you going to compliment me on my amazing airborne display of flying prowess?” Listening carefully, Vee might have heard a faint noise coming from beneath her, like a muffled cry for help. Just to double-check, Vee bounced up and down, bobbing in the air as the floating stool struggled to support her weight, and frowned when the noise vanished with a feeble grunt. Did she just crush her only admirer??? Crap!

Still, Vivienne the Villainous wasn’t about to let a perfectly good boasting opportunity go to waste just because her only audience member was currently squashed into her ass. Crossing one enormous leg over the other, Vee wriggled her backside just to ensure he was at least still alive… yep, she could feel him squirming. With a casual smirk Vee began to gloat, “It’s too bad you can’t fly or anything, because I’d be just about the best teacher ever, I bet. Pay attention, and you might even learn a thing or- wooOoah!”

Vee’s smugly flamboyant gesturing had caused her to wobble unsteadily while suspended in the air, and she began frantically pinwheeling her arms. As the clumsy witch’s massive hips rocked from side to side like an immense counterbalance, the tiny knight was unceremoniously pulverized against the chair. It seemed her bottom-heavy figure, although devastating for Tobias, also acted like a stabilizing weight that prevented her from tipping over.

After a moment she’d caught her balance and sat upright. Vee huffed defensively, “Alright, let’s just pretend that never happened, shall we? Because if I hear a peep out of you, you’re going to be my flying cushion for the rest of the day…” Vee pursed her lips thoughtfully, realizing that threat didn’t carry nearly as much weight as the poor little knight was already under. Hmm… and why was he being so quiet again? Surely he wasn’t that squished…

“Hey. You are facing away from me, right???” By paying attention, she realized the thing poking into her wasn’t just any random piece of debris, but a long hard object situated right where the tiny knight’s crotch would be. It didn’t take a genius to put two-and-two together…

Vee’s grin grew a hundred times more smug. “Well well well, it feels like someone is enjoying my witchcraft a little more than they let on! Oh no wait, I’ve got a better one: Is that a hidden dagger in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” Vee giggled and flexed her thigh, rubbing herself up against her captive’s boner for her own entertainment.

Tobias, meanwhile, was overwhelmed with senses and emotions. His entire body was under so much pressure he could hardly think straight anymore, and even then he couldn’t make up his mind about Vee. Half his mind was screaming “SHE IS EVIL!” and warning him against her unholy temptations, while the other half was screaming “SHE LIKES YOU!” and telling him to give in to her lewd teasing. In the end he realized that, regardless of the truth, he was stuck this way until she bothered to unshrink him. Unfortunately, at the rate things were going, it seemed Vee had utterly abandoned her quest to restore him to his original size.

Despite the allure of seeing where the witch’s kinkier side might lead, Tobias was desperate to keep Vee focused long enough to regain his size, especially knowing how forgetful she could be. The last thing he needed was to let her get distracted at such a critical time. Between her bouncing up and down he attempted to cry, “Can we please focus on getting me-nngh-back to normal!?”

Vivienne the Villainous only chuckled at the exasperated voice coming from beneath her enormous behind, and was pleased to note that the poking sensation didn’t fade whatsoever despite her taunting. If anything, it was getting harder! Vee couldn’t help but goad her little captive further, “In a minute. First, I just have to know: Are you really that hot-and-bothered, just from a little rubbing? Hah! Serves you right for being such a… um…” Well, actually Tobias had proved himself a reasonable and entertaining captive, even charming at times. But still. “Such a prim and proper paladin, or whatever.” Vee frowned, wishing she had a better excuse to torment the shrunken do-gooder, but she wasn’t about to let a little thing like “lack of justification” put an end to her fun. It’s not like he could stop her either way, after all! “What would your precious holy order think about this? Surely they’d frown upon one of their members fraternizing with a witch!” As if to accentuate her point, Vee proceeded to press her thigh downwards again, smooshing the little guy despite his muffled complaints.

Tobias cried out for Vee to get off of him, damnit, but his angry words were all lost beneath her mass of flesh, and as she bounced in place he began to convulse with pure pleasure. He was one good thrust away from cumming, but Vee didn’t seem the least bit concerned. If anything she was reveling in his helplessness, as she toyed with him at her leisure.

Then Vee spotted the exact book she’d been looking for all along, “Ooh! I think I see it!” Tobias was smeared across the stool as she leaned forward to snatch an enormous book from her top shelf, then crushed yet again as she sat back to scan its cover. “Yup, this is the one! Good thing I found it so fast, huh?” Tobias grumbled, since every second spent with that mountain-sized ass resting on top of him felt like an eternity.

“Let’s see, let’s see… It’s gotta be in here somewhere…” Vee took her time perusing the ancient tome, flipping page after page while gently bouncing in place, mindlessly rubbing against Tobias as she went. Eventually she found two pages; one detailing the possible unwanted size-changing effects of teleportation, and one detailing how to summon things with greater precision. Well, she could probably unshrink him now, or…

It occurred to Vee that she’d never had this much fun with a nemesis before. Especially since Tobias was clearly suffering from lustful thoughts all along, as his shameful secret was so blatantly poking into her… It was a nice ego boost, and an even nicer taste of power that she found herself hesitant to relinquish. She decided it would be best to enjoy herself while she could, even if it meant leaving him shrunken just a little bit longer. After all, it would be almost criminal to waste such a prime opportunity to tease and torment a little goody-goody! Especially since the little do-gooder had already promised he wouldn’t try to slay her again, meaning she could toy with him all she wanted, and there was nothing he could do to retaliate.

That’s why Vee promptly decided to ignore the size-changing page, and glanced down mischievously, “I have some good news for you!”

Had she found the book needed to unshrink him???

“If I can’t find a way to unshrink you, I can just rename you to Tiny Toby, and you can be my little familiar! Won’t that be fun?”

Tobias made an unhappy noise from below, “Nngh!!!”

Vee only giggled, “Y’know, it’s super cute when you get all feisty like that.” Just to let him respond for a change she lifted herself a hair's-width from the chair.

Tobias was red in the face, “I am a knight of The Order, a great warrior, and a champion for God’s sake!”

Vee wasn’t impressed, “And you’re pretty cute.”

Tobias shot back, “This is hardly a time for flirting!”

But Vee only shrugged, “Whatever, hero, you’re the one with the boner.” Then she sat back down, resting a fraction of her weight against him and squeezing  precum down her warm leg. Just to further prove who was in charge she gently flexed her gigantic thigh, pressing Tobias into the stool and causing him to spasm uncontrollably as his body was kneaded against her soft skin. By now there was no chance that Tobias could achieve an audible reply beyond a small, frustrated whimper as his naked frontside was squashed over and over into her enormous, plush thigh.

If embarrassment could kill, Tobias would have been a corpse beyond all hope of resurrection. He’d become a mere plaything for this gigantic clutz of a witch, and thanks to her constant (and clearly deliberate) rubbing and bouncing, he was rapidly approaching orgasm. Immobilized by her fiendish magic (or, well, her thigh-high socks), there was nothing he could do to prevent it. He just had to anxiously wait for that embarrassing, wonderful moment to arrive. Unfortunately, Vee was taking her sweet time teasing him first.

Casually, she said, “Anyway. The real good news is that I found a page discussing the finer points on teleportation spells! Just what I needed to summon Mal properly, this time.”

Wait… to summon Mal!? Wasn’t she supposed to unshrink him first??? Tobias couldn’t imagine meeting Mal the Massive like this. Confronting the infamous size-changing sorceress would have been a challenge even with his armor and sword, but naked and defenseless it would be far beyond hopeless. She wouldn’t even need the use of her powers to shrink him; he came pre-shrunken! How pathetic was that???

Suddenly Vee perked up, “Oh my goodness, and you wouldn’t believe why my spell wasn’t working before! I was using the wrong word of power, and basically saying “minimal” by accident… that’s why it was going haywire and shrinking people!” Vee laughed to herself over her little mistake, bouncing in place atop Tobias’ splayed body as if her error were the funniest and most trivial little mistake. “Isn’t that hilarious?”

By shoving upwards with all of his strength and letting out a maddened shout, Tobias made a mighty effort to show Vee exactly how not-funny he found the situation… but only succeeded in lifting the huge witch a fraction of an inch before his arms buckled under her weight and she slammed right back down on top of him.

Vee was still jiggling in place when she glanced downwards, “What’s that, Tiny Toby? Are you trying to tell me something important?” She wiggled and ground herself against the stool, purposefully smooshing Tobias against the back of her warm thigh while he struggled with his frustrating situation. The fact that her stockings were becoming wet and sticky with the little man’s cum only encouraged her to continue pressing him back and forth. If she was going to stain her favorite outfit, at least this was a fun way to do it!

“Don’t tell me you’re this upset just because I’m going to summon Mal before you have a chance to return to your normal size???”

Although she couldn’t hear his response, Vee knew that was exactly why Tobias was so agitated. Well, that and the fact she was still sitting on his naked body long after she had any justifiable reason to, of course, but that wasn’t about to change. Nevertheless she enjoyed the muffled sounds of pure pleasure that the little knight couldn’t help but make whenever she rubbed against him, even as she taunted him relentlessly. It was just so fun!

As she flipped open to the necessary page in her book Vee had begun to descend towards the floor, but was distracted with her relentless teasing of Tobias. The stool clumsily thudded against the floor, causing Vee to bounce in place with an audible noise. *thump, squish!*

The impact startled Vee and caused her to clutch the magical tome close, “Shit! I almost dropped my book…” Then she remembered the stool’s other, much smaller passenger. “Hey, you still conscious down there?” Glancing over her shoulder revealed nothing, of course, but she could feel something poking into her from below… no, not just poking, but throbbing against her. Vee smiled evilly, “Uh oh, is someone giving in to temptation? Better hope the big bad witch doesn’t make things any harder for you…”

Still chuckling to herself, Vee floated up into the air by a few inches, only to drop back down to the floor, repeatedly crushing Tobias in the process. *thump-squish-thump-squish*

Tobias couldn’t even think straight anymore. He’d been trying so, so hard to remain composed during this entire ordeal. But so far he’d been trampled (twice!), rubbed against Vee’s crotch, stripped naked, sandwiched between her enormous buttcheeks, nearly sucked up her gigantic ass, and then sat on again… and she still wasn’t done toying with him yet. He’d been rubbed against practically every inch of her skin, and was completely covered in her pheromone-heavy scent. Not to mention he couldn’t see or feel anything except her soft, doughy body smashing into him again and again and again… All while the enormous tease simply giggled to herself as if his intolerable situation were a personal source of great amusement.

And it was all driving him wild. The young witch was simply too big and too jiggly for a red-blooded man to ignore, let alone resist. Even a righteous paladin such as himself could only hold out for so long against such unearthly stimulation. Despite his efforts to stay in control, his body had gradually succumbed to every bit of Vee’s relentless teasing, and he couldn’t pretend he wasn’t turned on any longer. As several metric tons of doughy thigh flesh pounded into him for the hundredth time, Tobias failed to stop a hot stream of his cum from spurting all across her warm, bouncing skin. *thump-sQUELCH!*

After hearing an unusually loud squishing noise, Vivienne let herself plop onto the stool with one final, humiliating jiggle. Checking over her shoulder again, she discovered a few droplets of sticky liquid leaking out from between her fat ass and the seat. “Huh? Is this…” Vee ran one finger along her ass cheek, leaving a sticky streak behind, before she began to giggle loudly, “Oh my gods, haha! I knew you were just a pervy little paladin!” Vee reveled in her “triumph over the forces of good” by grinding forcefully against the stool until a small trickle of cum had been squeezed out from beneath her, as undeniable proof of her victory. *squiiiish!*

Now feeling immensely proud in the knowledge she could coax any amount of cum out of her tiny captive with only some mild jiggling, Vee reclined back and grinned smugly, “Well, since you seem a little, heehee, preoccupied for the moment, I guess I better go ahead and just summon Mal… unless you object, that is?”

“Mmmfff!!!”

Vee’s grin was smugger than ever as the tiny figure beneath her pushed desperately but ineffectually against the weight of her enormous behind, “What’s that? Here, let me give you a hand…” Vee leaned to one side, slowly and carefully peeling her sticky, dripping thigh from the stool. Tobias’s trembling body was lifted into the air, though he was still trapped beneath the witch’s stockings, and now coated in a mixture of ass sweat and his own cum. Vee paused, giving him a chance to reply.

But Tobias was unable to separate his face from her hot and sweaty skin, and could only conjure up a defeated groan, no more audible than the last.

Realizing he was too squashed and exhausted to speak, Vee chuckled and casually announced, “Alright hero, well I’ve got good news and bad news.”

“Mmfff…”

“The good news is that I think I have a plan to get some of your size back, in a way that will benefit both of us… The bad news is that for it to work you’ll have to steal Mal’s magical pendant, which she keeps tucked away between her big, stupid boobs. Don’t worry though, she’s pretty oblivious, I think you’ll be able to grab it without her noticing!” Despite the inherent risk, Vee sounded extremely proud of her plan.

From his position far below Tobias gave a concerned-sounding grunt, but Vee merely shrugged at the faint opposition, “Look, as long as you’re quick, there’s almost no chance she’ll catch you! This is a great plan, trust me.” Tobias’ head nearly exploded: Trust the clumsy witch that got him into this mess in the first place!? Yeah right!

With that flippantly dismissive reassurance out of the way, Vee rolled back into place. Tobias had been in the middle of trying to argue against her reckless scheme when he was promptly flattened beneath the same mountain of warm flesh as before, silencing him for good and causing another eruption of semen to shoot down her leg. Vee thought about getting up to cast her spell, but decided against it when she glanced back and saw the rivulets of sticky white liquid leaking over the edge of the stool. While her casting pose was certainly flashy, using a living paladin as her own personal seat cushion was certainly intimidating as well… not to mention way more entertaining for her.

Perched comfortably atop her tiny stool and personal cum-factory, Vee raised both hands and cleared her throat, presenting herself nicely for her upcoming guest, “Ahem. ~Idi quodi distim…” Once again, little sparks of energy began to swirl and gather in the small room. Vee grinned excitedly, “~Proffer hoc minim transferus Mal!~”

The ball of energy suddenly widened into a shimmering portal, from which two bare, feminine feet protruded. As if falling out of thin air, an entire woman—and a large one at that—began to emerge from the opening; her long legs gave way to a wide set of hips, a slender mid-section with a taut belly-button. But just before her chest came through, she somehow became stuck, as if there was too much of her to fit through the portal.

*Bwoomp!*

Two enormous mounds of pale flesh squeezed partway through the magical opening, bulging dramatically as the rest of their evidently gigantic masses tried to fit through behind them. Evidently the woman’s bust had gotten her stuck; she still wasn’t visible from the shoulders up, she’d just created a small ceiling of underboob over the room, almost like a fleshy umbrella. As the newcomer’s legs began to kick irritably, half her body still hanging in the air from the portal, Vee sighed, “Ugh, her tits must be even bigger than before… hang on, let me widen the stupid thing so she’ll fit through. Oh and I guess she needs a chair to catch her… much as I’d love to see her fall flat on her ass, a professional villain should always be hospitable, I suppose!”

Vee twirled one finger, magically sliding a comfortable looking chair out from behind a shelf and positioning it beneath her incoming guest. Had she had that the whole time? And she chose to sit on this damn stool!?

Gradually, the circular portal began to expand, allowing more and more, and more of the woman to squeeze through…

*Baboomp!*

What began as two merely “large” bumps of flesh transformed into two humongous orbs, each many times larger than a normal person’s head, pushing their way into view. What’s more, the woman gradually slipping through the portal was wearing only the skimpiest of clothing: little more than eye-catching lingerie beneath strips of thin, see-through veil that had been draped around her waist and chest, doing more to accentuate than conceal her astounding curves. And, from between each breast dangled a small red crystal on a golden chain: The source of Mal’s size-shifting magic, and storage for her extra mana. Vee smirked. An easy enough target. But as for how Tobias would actually get to it (and get it away from Mal when it was the size of a boulder for him)... Vee shrugged. He’d just have to figure that out on his own.

Any moment now, the woman would slip through and enter Vivienne’s tower… but beneath Vee, something else was happening. Tobias could sense that “about to teleport” sensation gripping him, as if at any moment he might be magically whisked away by her spell. At least once the big-breasted sorceress currently clogging up the portal got out of the way…

After a few more seconds Vivienne rolled her eyes, “Oh my god Mal, would you hurry up!?” and snapped her fingers, giving her a magical shove.

*POP!*

Like a cork from a wine bottle, Mal burst out of the portal and landed in the chair with a great big bounce, her flowing hair collecting in a heap around her shoulders.

The sorceress blinked several times, taking in her surroundings, before she eased into a confident smirk, crossing her legs and puffing her gigantic breasts out as she leaned confidently back, “Oh, hey Vee. Long time no see. How’s the wicked witch business treating you? Snapped any more brooms in half lately?”

Just then, Tobias vanished from beneath Vee into thin air, causing her to drop a fraction of an inch now that she didn’t have a little man separating her from the stool. Vee frowned, both at Mal’s taunting and at her lack of cushioning; She’d been enjoying her little improvised seat! And just where the hell did he teleport to??? She couldn’t see him anywhere obvious…

Having completed its task, the portal began to disappear, dwindling in size like a folding umbrella. Just when it was only a few inches wide, however, one last teleportee belatedly came through: An inch tall paladin who had only a moment to celebrate his freedom and access to fresh air, before he was hurtling through the air towards the bottomless chasm between Mal’s massive mammaries.

To be continued?

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