“So, what’s on the agenda for today?” Asmodea asked, looking up from her phone as Carol sat breakfast on the table.
“I want to paint some miniatures before I shrink too small,” James piped up from his spot next to Carol’s plate.
“You sure that’s the best use of that size, while you’ve got it?” Asmodea smirked.
James frowned up at the demon, who now loomed over him like a giant, “W-What do you mean?”
Asmodea held out her hand, and a large silicone dildo appeared in it, seemingly from nowhere. She slammed it down on the table, the rubbery fake cock jiggling slightly as she compared it to James. She grinned wickedly, pressing him up against it, smushing his face against the bright purple sex toy obnoxiously.
“Cut it out!” he managed, trying to push it away, but the demon just laughed and squeezed him against it harder.
“Look, you’re at a great size to make Carol over there very happy,” Asmodea said, “or me, or even Mary for that matter!”
“I cannot express in words how distasteful it is that you’re playing with a sex toy at the table,” Mary muttered angrily. She was still sitting on the floor inside the cage, unmoved from it’s spot in the kitchen when Asmodea had trapped her in it the day before. She had a plate in her hand, and was picking at a pancake Carol had given her. “This is excellent,” Mary muttered, bringing another piece to her mouth, “Tell me Carol, were you lured into the path of witchcraft by cooking? A lot of Satan’s brides are tempted to it that way.”
Carol frowned, flipping another of the pancakes and causing the griddle to hiss, “I’ll have you know that these pancakes are one hundred percent magic free!” She paused, “Cooking? Really?”
“Yes, it’s a notorious gateway to knowledge that should be forbidden to mortal eyes,” Mary mused,
“I got into it trying to clear my skin up in time for Prom,” Carol said with a shrug, “also Asmodea, that’s gross, no sex toys at the table.”
“Oh, so your sex toy gets to be at the table,” she gestured to James, “but mine has to go?”
“Don’t call my boyfriend a sex toy!” Carol snapped, “he’s just… temporarily small.”
“Boyfriend!?” Mary and Asmodea said at the same time.
“Yes, what’s so crazy about that?” Carol said defensively.
“The age gap, the fact that you’re a witch, the fact that he’s six inches tall, I could go on,” Mary said coldly.
“Carol, this is so… wicked!” Asmodea said excitedly, “a younger man, and your tenant no less! And he’s tiny, and into kinky stuff, oh I am so proud of you!” She thought a moment, and grinned.
Just between us Carol, Asmodea’s voice echoed in her head, you’re gonna squish him, right? PLEASE tell me you’re gonna do it barefoot-
I’m only going to do what’s necessary! Carol thought back, I’ll take no pleasure from it!
Oh yeah right, laughter from the demon echoed through her skull, you’re going to touch yourself while doing it, I’ll bet he does too, accept it Carol you’re going to crush your loverboy like a bug-
Stay out of my head, Carol replied simply, and the demon went silent. She glanced at Asmodea, who just smirked at her from across the table.
“Okay Mary,” Carol said, bringing the plate of pancakes over, “We need to discuss what we’re going to do about… this,” she gestured to the cage.
“Let me out so I can rip you limb from limb!” Mary demanded.
“Mary, please, I’ve talked it over with Carol, this whole thing is a big misunderstanding!” James pleaded, walking across the table.
“You’re six inches tall,” Mary said in exasperation, “and you’re not thinking clearly! Look James, she’s got a Demon, right there!” Asmodea waved pleasantly. “There are a million spirits she could have picked for a familiar, and she’s got a succubus!”
“Well it’s not like I picked her from a catalog,” Carol said defensively, “I defeated her-“
“You jumped me with a super soaker full of holy water while I was seducing some guys!” Asmodea said angrily, “any other day Carol, I’d have-“
“Well you didn’t,” Carol said with a smirk, “anyways, I defeated her, and then she was crying and begging me not to banish her back to hell, I felt kind of bad for her.”
“Crying and begging?” Mary said, regarding the succubus with a raised eyebrow.
“If I go back to hell, I’ll have to move back in with my parents!” Asmodea said, “rent has just gone crazy down there!”
“Your parents?” Carol asked with a frown, “you told me if I sent you back, you’d get tortured!?”
“It would be torture Carol!” Asmodea said with a groan, “they eat dinner at like four thirty!”
“Anyway,” Carol said, rolling her eyes with a sigh, “I didn’t have a familiar, and I couldn’t just let her go, the rest is history. I’m trying to train her to be a little less evil.” She snapped her fingers, and with a scowl Asmodea began clearing the dishes, “also, it’s nice to have someone to help around the house.”
“Knowledge of ancient and terrible secrets,” Asmodea muttered, “and she wants me to clear the dishes…”
Mary watched, frowning, “you’re a very unusual witch Carol…”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Carol said, “Now Mary, I really want to let you out of there, because if you stay in there any longer, I’m going to have to get a bucket for you…”
“That would be… unpleasant,” Mary agreed.
Carol brandished a shimmering gold contract with a bright red signature line at the bottom, “This is a magical contract, it just says you’ll leave and that you won’t cross the runestones in my yard.”
“Do you think you’ll be able to hide in here from me forever?” Mary snarled, grabbing the contract and reading it over.
“I just need a little longer to fix James, then we can all be friends, right?” Carol asked hopefully, “I mean, come on Mary I’m not evil, I swear!”
“I’ll not abandon an innocent to your depredations,” Mary muttered, taking an offered pen from Carol, “but… I see no choice for now.” She quickly scrawled her name across the bottom, hissing in pain as a golden light seemed to race over her body.
“Asmodea,” Carol nodded, and with a smirk the demon sauntered over and opened the cage door.
Mary glared at them, and the gold sparks danced over her form as she briefly tried to fight the effects of the magical contract. With a huff she finally stepped out of the cage, giving Carol and Asmodea a final glare as she started towards the door.
“I will save you James!” Mary promised, “and the wicked shall receive their just reward!” With that she slammed the front door behind her, and Carol released a breath she’d been holding in.
“Well then,” Carol said with a smile, “shall we go paint your Warhammer figurines?”
…
James hefted the paintbrush under his arm, delicately guiding the colored tip over the plastic armor in an intricate pattern that would have been impossible at his normal size. Behind him Carol was humming happily, painting her own model, and in a folding chair she’d brought from upstairs Asmodea was working on one too, expertly tracing the brush along the tiny space marine’s armor.
“Thanks for helping me with this!” James said excitedly, “these guys are going to look great!”
“You don’t even have any Chaos guys,” Asmodea muttered bitterly. “What’s wrong, you think you’re too good for Slaanesh?”
“James can play whatever team he wants!” Carol said defensively, “besides, I think these space marine guys are cool!”
“Yeah, whatever,” Asmodea said, finishing up her model and placing it on the table next to James, “okay, we got rid of little miss buzzkill, and we’re done painting, I say it’s time for James to go spelunking!” She reached for him with a grin.
“Hey, leave him alone!” Carol snapped, causing the demon to pause.
“You know Carol, I didn’t want to make this a big thing,” Asmodea muttered, “but I am overdue for a feeding…”
“You just fed off James a few days ago!” Carol protested.
“Uh, Carol, how often do you have to… feed this thing?” James asked uncertainly.
“Don’t call me this thing, that’s mean!” Asmodea pouted, “and for your information I can go months without feeding, but Carol keeps making me use up my magic! You think fighting elves is just something I do every day?” She licked her lips, “just come over here a minute James, I’ll do it quick-“
“Give me James,” Carol said crossly, and with a scowl the demon handed the tiny man over. James felt her fingers curl around him protectively. “I’m giving you permission to go find someone to go on a… date with.”
Asmodea raised an eyebrow, “Okay, now we’re talking! I’ll just go pick up a keg of beer and-“
“You leave those frat brothers alone!” Carol snapped, “And I expect you to be a kind and gentle lover to whoever you end up with!”
“Aw come on!” Asmodea protested, “James, tell her it’s fun getting ridden by me!”
“I…” he gulped and looked up at his giant landlady, who was giving him an amused look, “It wasn’t totally awful…”
“Shoo!” Carol said, waving her hand for Asmodea to leave. The demon gave a dramatic hiss, then scurried out the door. Carol just rolled her eyes, “drama queen…” She giggled and looked down at James with a playful expression, “If you really want to James, I’ll let you feed her sometime.”
James gulped, remembering the bed smashing romp the demon had given him when he’d been larger, “I don’t know,” he muttered, “she’s kind of…”
“I think you like it a little rough,” Carol said with a grin, squeezing him slightly and causing him to grunt. She thought a moment, “She’s probably going to try to kill me pretty soon…”
“What!?” James asked, “and you’re keeping her around?”
“Demons are a very high-risk high reward familiar,” Carol explained, “the book on keeping them says that, even if they like you, most will try to off you at least once.” She shrugged, “she’s a way more powerful spirit than a witch like me would normally be able to bind, but I got lucky and literally caught her with her pants down. I can’t afford to let her go, and besides I think she likes me more than she lets on.”
“Well uh, how does she feel about me?” James asked uncertainly.
“Oh, she thinks you’re going to help corrupt me,” Carol said with a laugh. “Can you imagine?”
“Did she help you brew the potion that shrank me?” James asked with a sardonic smile.
“Uh, yeah,” Carol admitted, “but it really was an accident…” Her thumb traced up and brushed through his hair, “then again, seeing you get tinier like this, knowing every sexy little thought you have about me is making you smaller?” She giggled, “yeah, that awoke something.” She leaned in close, her puffy lips enveloping his whole head as she gave him a kiss. He sputtered slightly as she pulled away, giving him a wink.
“I’m not making it out of this basement at six inches, am I?” he asked, feeling the tingling of the magic begin as his erection strained against the fingers wrapped around him.
“I let you paint your miniatures,” Carol said with a giggle, “there’s really only one other thing to do at six inches before you say goodbye to this size” She licked her lips, “Asmodea had a point with the dildo, you’re right about the size of mine…”
“Oh wow,” he muttered, his eyes going wide. “I uh… what about…” he gulped, “air?”
Carol held her hand over him a moment, muttering an enchantment under her breath. There was a flash of blue, then an electric feeling very similar to the one when he shrank.
“That should take care of the whole breathing problem,” Carol said with a predatory grin.
She strutted over to his bed, or what was left of it anyway, his boxspring and mattress were laying on the floor, the splintered bedposts arrayed around them. Carol gently placed him down on it, reaching down to pull at a top stretched to it’s limits by her massive breasts. Her chest bounced free as the shirt went over her head, and with a flourish she tossed it in the corner. She’d gone braless, none of them could contain the changes James’s subconscious had made to her, and as he looked up in awe at the colossus of a woman, she reached down and undid the button on her denim shorts.
Carol struggled to push the shorts down over her wide hips. With a grunt she managed it, the denim material sliding down her long smooth legs and pooling between her feet. She stepped out of them, causing her breasts to jiggle slightly as she loomed over James. She smiled down at him as her thumbs hooked her neon pink panties, drawing them down slowly and giving him an ample view of the patch of trimmed brown hair shaved into a perfect triangle pointing down, between her legs. As she left the panties with the jean shorts she stood up to her full height, running a finger through her pubic hair and chuckling softly.
“I don’t think I ever did any trimming down here,” she mused, pinching one of the hairs and tugging slightly, “when you made me your perfect sex fantasy, I guess it did some womanscaping for me…”
“I-I like a sort of arrow,” James said defensively.
“It’s assertive,” Carol said, leaning down and crawling towards him as the bed creaked, “points right where my boytoy should go, I like it.” Carol reached for him, gripping him and flipping over on the bed, laying on her back and staring up at him. She licked her lips suggestively and traced him lower on her body, past her enormous breasts and bellybutton until he was over the trimmed triangle of hair. Her other hand traced down, spreading her lips and exposing the glistening pink opening for him.
The scent of her arousal hit him like a wave, causing him to start and breath in deeply, filling himself with the smell and taste of Carol’s most intimate place. He stared, transfixed, as he was lowered towards it, and as her hand gently let him down on the bed he was left face to face with Carol’s hungry opening.
“Wow,” was all he could manage, and over the hills of her body he heard Carol giggle in response.
“Go on,” she said softly, her giant hand meeting his back and slowly ushering him forward. His face made contact with the sticky wet opening first, and he gasped as her fingers gently but forcefully guided him in. His shoulders went next, then his torso, and soon his world was completely dark as she swallowed him.
His world was coated by a soft and powerful grip, the slick musculature of her insides coiling and contracting around him with her arousal. He felt her fingers gripping at his legs, forcing him back and forth in a rhtymic motion that slid the silky walls of her womanhood against him in a way that caused him to gasp, even as the fluids of her arousal filled his mouth and nose, flooding his senses with her rich musky scent.
“Give it up,” She breathed, fingering herself slightly with her free hand, “let yourself go in there James, let that size slip away…”
Somehow; he could hear her. He gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes shut as he felt the muscular walls contract around him, seeming eager to bring his own orgasm forth, draining his size away and sending what little he had left to the goddess who was now using him as a living sex toy. With every inch of his being he fought it, knowing he would lose, but wanting the experience to last as long as possible.
Carol seemed to guess his intentions, and she laughed even as pleasure rocked her body, “It’s mine James!” She laughed, “those last piddly few inches you’re holding on to? They’re mine!” She hissed in pleasure, arching her back as he squirmed inside her.
James felt her tighten around him as she said it. The fluid motion of her hand thrusting his body in and out blinded him as her juices flooded his mouth, nose, eyes. His own erection was like a ship in a storm, battered about as she forced him into her depths and out again, groaning in pleasure as even her heartbeat was felt by the tiny man trapped inside her.
Through it all he felt the familiar magical tingling as his size drained into her. It was different now, with a deliberate feel to it, as if instead of just naturally flowing to her, she was sucking his size out, making him consciously aware with every millimeter that drained away that it was her taking it, turning his mass into clearer skin, shinier hair, bountiful breasts…
He cried out in pleasure as he came, the sound of his orgasm muffled by the powerful muscles that squeezed tight around him at the same time. Carol’s final moans of pleasure drowned out anything he could manage, and her convulsions whisked away his seed as quickly as he sprayed it, a feeble sprinkler in a hurricane that didn’t even notice him as it tore his world apart.
“That was spectacular,” Carol breathed, leaning back against his bed. She felt the squirming sensation of the tiny man still trapped inside her, smaller now than he’d been when he went in. “How much did you leave in there?” she giggled. Her hand drifted down to fish him out, passing the wetness of her lips as she searched idly for James. A tiny pair of feet met her, and with a grin she gripped them and pulled.
James was dimly aware of a popping sound as he was pulled free, the silky musk of her arousal coating him like paint, cooling as the air hit him and his giant landlady brought him to her face. She was bigger now, or rather he was smaller, he blinked numbly as he wondered just how much smaller he’d gotten.
“Asmodea was right,” Carol mused, dangling him over her face with a smile, “those last few inches are going to take a lot more work to get… I think we got two of them.”
“Gr09;good,” he managed with a weak grin, “you look the same…”
She rolled her eyes and chuckled, “You’re so small now that there’s not much that I’m getting off you, still we’re going to skim every last bit…”
“You keep saying that,” James said, panic rising as he realized just how much bigger everything was even with “just” two inches lost, “but Carol, how small do I really need to be for you to fix me?”
An odd look came over her face, “James,” she said with a small smile, “you said you trusted me, you do, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” he said with a sigh, and it was true, he really did, “I’d like to know more about what’s coming next though…”
“Nope,” Carol said with a small smile, “Sorry, but my pet demon and a witch hunter are both out to screw with me, with us really, so I’m going to keep my final move to myself.” She hugged him to her chest, slipping him between a pair of breasts that now towered over him, the size of houses. “Just let me play it out James, I’m going to shrink you all the way down… then I’ll fix things, I promise.”
“Okay,” he said uncertainly, “but you still haven’t told me what ‘all the way down’ means…”
“It means that when you’re small enough for my idea to work, I’ll stop shrinking you,” she explained.
“We’re really dancing around the question here,” he said nervously, “bug size Carol?”
“That’s a pretty big range of sizes,” she said playfully, “there are bugs way bigger than you out there.”
“Carol,” he said, his voice cracking “are we thinking like cockroach size, or ant size, or…”
“Aphids are cool,” Carol teased.
“H-How big are aphids?” James asked nervously.
“I might introduce you to some this week,” Carol mused, “usually you use ladybugs to control them in the garden, but a tiny guy like you could really-“
“CAROL!”
She giggled at his panic, “James, I promise I won’t let anything happen to you, but you also need to just let me handle this… you’re going to get a lot smaller, we’re going to keep going until I feel like my idea for you is going to work… and that’s a lot smaller than you are now.”
He took a moment to breathe, “Okay,” he said finally, “I… I guess this isn’t the worst thing to happen to me.”
“You like it,” Carol said, a statement, not a question, “you like the idea that I’m just stealing every last bit of you to make myself hotter.” She grinned, “You’re a very accomplished young man James, you live on your own, you’re at the top of your class, you have fun and interesting hobbies…” she giggled, “but you really like being torn down by me.” She gripped his body again with her thumb and forefinger, lifting him and letting him dangle before her enormous grinning face, “come on, tell me about it, let’s lay it out.”
“Yeah,” he admitted, weakly trying to cover his privates, “You’re a dream come true, I guess I thought you were so far beyond me, that you’d never be interested in a guy like me…”
She snorted, laughing, “James, you’re my dream come true, a sexy younger man with the world at his feet who chooses his washed up landlady?”
“Washed up?” James breathed, looking at her glorious body.
“I don’t normally look like this,” she laughed, “when you drank that potion… I honestly thought I wouldn’t have any problems, like why would you be into a woman like me?” She sighed, “you know I’ll look like I did once I fix you, right?”
“That’s the Carol I nursed a crush on for a year,” he laughed down at her, “but… is there a way you could hold on to five or six inches of my height and keep the uh… girls there?” he gestured at her breasts.
Carol just laughed, almost dropping him, “Let me fix you, then we’ll play around with the cosmetic stuff,” she said with a smile.
She sighed and stood up, placing him down on the bed again. He glanced around and gulped nervously as she walked towards her clothes. He was probably around four inches tall now, and it was a pretty dramatic change from six. He could feel every fiber of the sheets below him, and the world rocked like an earthquake when Carol casually got up. He fell to the mattress, looking up in awe as the colossus of a woman hummed to herself, picking up her top amidst the landscape of his basement apartment.
She reached for her panties and paused, “James,” she said with a grin, “I’ve been wearing these panties all day, it’s so hot in the summer… I had to trim the shrubs, pull some weeds.” She held the neon pink underwear up to her nose and sniffed them, her nose wrinkling slightly, “do you want to take a ride?”
“Yes Ma’am,” he said without thinking, his eyes wide.
She smiled as she reached for him, stretching the panties like a hammock between her ankles. He was lowered in lovingly, the rich ripe smell of Carol’s sweat bathing him even over the drying musk of her pussy that covered every inch of him. He looked up one last time to see her grinning face looking down him, then there was an upward motion like the world’s fastest elevator before he was hugged against the warm and soft surface of her pussy.
“Let’s see if we can’t shave off another inch,” Carol giggled, cupping her hand over her crotch and pressing him in. With a saunter of her hips she moved over to her denim shorts next, pulling them up and further tightening James into the wet warm prison.
James’s world was her, the pressure around him was immense as the tight clothes coiled around him, the sweaty flavor of her rubbing into his skin from all sides as he was jostled in the darkness by her movements. He felt himself growing hard again, and the tingle of the magic activating as his essence began draining into her.
“Now,” Carol muttered, fixing her top in place, “I was going to spray the parking lots with weedkiller tomorrow since it’s going to be cooler, but…” She giggled and threw her hands up in a shrug, “what the hell, suddenly I feel like doing it today!”
With her hips swaying from side to side the landlady exited the basement apartment, eager to begin her landscaping duties for the day.
…
“Why can’t I use a crossbow here?” Mary demanded of the firing range owner.
“Lady,” the pudgy redneck said defensively, “it’s not a gun!”
“Your advertisement said firing range!” Mary snapped, “this crossbow is-“ she stopped herself before she said enchanted, “it’s for stopping burglars!”
“Well shieett,” the range owner said with a smile, tipping his hat, “let me see what you’ve got girlie!”
Mary scowled, hefting the crossbow down range. She pulled the trigger, and a moment later her target burst into flame, a second later there was a secondary explosion and all the other targets on the range flew off their mounts, earphones and hats flew off as the blast wave echoed down the range positions. There was silence a moment, then the myriad range attendees cheered and clapped, as Mary smiled and waved at them.
“Holy shit,” the range owner managed, “Miss Hopkins was it?”
“It was,” Mary said coldly, loading another, less explosive, bolt.
“Y-you said you were practicing for hunting?” he asked, “what the fuck kind of deer are you bagging?”
Mary grabbed his shirt, pulling him close, “WITCH deer!” she snarled.
“Which deer? Hell whichever one you want,” the range owner stammered, “uh, for the sake of the building’s structural integrity, could you maybe dial it back a little?”
Mary smiled happily, “Of course! The weight of a dragonfire bolt and a regular bolt is the same, could I get some more of these delightful zombie targets? They bring me back to my summer camp days in the eastern Dead Zones.”
“Right away!” The range manager said with a forced smile. He scurried away a moment later, if nothing else the strange young woman did have a credit card with no limit… it was good to be friendly, he decided.
“Mary!” a voice called, Mary scowled, lowering her crossbow as the demon sauntered up to her.
“Asmodea,” she said neutrally.
“That’s my name, don’t wear it out!” The demon had disguised herself as a blonde with a pixy cut, the horns hidden beneath a ballcap that carried the Chaos Undivided logo from the Warhammer games.
“You let me be expelled from your master’s home,” Mary said, aiming her crossbow.
“Carol does what Carol wants,” Asmodea said dismissively, “this is actually better for you, trust me!”
“Better!?” Mary asked angrily, “I can’t even go in her yard!”
“You can’t cross her runestones,” Asmodea corrected, “now imagine if there was a mischievous demon who threw all those in the Wendy’s dumpster?”
“I see,” Mary muttered, smiling at the disguised demon, “and what of James, is he doing well?”
“I’m pretty sure she shrank him more today,” Asmodea said with a shrug, “she wants him pretty small, I’ve got an idea of what she wants to do, but she’s not letting me in on the final play.”
“I’m going to save him,” Mary said in a low voice, “he’s been seduced by the dark side…”
Asmodea giggled, “Indeed, he’s more machine now than man, twisted and evil…”
Mary frowned, “he’s used cybernetics?”
The demon rolled her eyes, “Sorry, I thought you were doing a thing… no, he’s just messing around with Carol.”
“Excellent,” Mary muttered, “there is still good in him.”
“You can’t escape your destiny!” Asmodea said dramatically.
Mary glared at her a moment, “You know we watch all of those movies in The Order…”
“Fuck,” Asmodea muttered, “Okay, well James is one hundred percent on team Carol, so if your plan to beat her involves him, it’s going to fail.”
Mary regarded her target a moment, then hefted her crossbow. There was a twang, and then a hole appeared in the zombie shaped target she’d fired upon, directly crossing it’s head.
“All we have to do, is decide what to do in the time that is given to us,” Mary said with a smile as she turned back to the demon.
“Enjoy every sandwich,” Asmodea replied, hefting her small hangun. There was a series of short barks, and small holes appeared around the v-shaped crossbow hole Mary had plugged in the zombie target.
Mary glanced at it a moment, then smiled, “Demon, you and I could have been friends in another life.”
“We’ve got this one,” Asmodea said with a shrug, “so what do you say Witch-Hunter? I’ll send the signal, then you can ride up and challenge Carol…”
“Do you think that’s what James desires?” Mary asked curiously, “There does come a point where my mission must contrast with reality… I’m not sure James wants to be liberated…”
“Slay the witch,” Asmodea insisted, “it’s what your people do… if James ends up your tiny toy instead of hers, who can say he’s had the worst of it?”
“Indeed,” Mary mused, “I could imagine him being… pleased with what I’d do to him!”
“Absolutely!” Asmodea beamed, “and I could hang out with you for a century or so, just to help things along!”
“Yes,” Mary muttered, glancing at the range targets, “helping things along…”
…
Carol writhed with pleasure as James squirmed in her nethers again. With a giggle she applied the hedge trimmer on the sidewalk around her rental units, There was a quick burst of energy as some of his size slipped over to her, translating into longer hair, smoother skin, and rounder endowments. She had a brief flash of Mary in her fantasy, gripping James and pulling him to her… but she just laughed and snatched her boytoy away.
She sat up and blinked, “Mary?” She wondered. Where do you fit in…