Vann flexed his arms, glad to see that his muscles had drifted back to him overnight, along with the rest of his size. He’d donned his ceremonial white outfit, and with his staff in hand he was waiting with Tyra by the town’s gate, his pair of holy books touched under his satchel.

Are you watching Zenovia? He wondered, I’m about to go on my first quest!

No, I’m not watching, I’ll pop in when you’re doing something interesting, she replied, also don’t bother me early in the mornings unless you’re about to die or something, specifically dying in a way I wouldn’t approve of.

He frowned, that you… wouldn’t approve of?

Well, I wouldn’t want my champion dying choking on a chicken bone or falling over a cliff or something, she said, now if you’re tiny and about to get stepped on or slide down a woman’s throat on the other hand… well I’ll probably let that happen.

Good to know, he thought with a chuckle, I’ll try not to bother you too much, when this is over, I should have the gold to at least get your temple gates fixed.

I’ve been enjoying watching you so far, the goddess replied in an amused tone, your friend is right, it’s a nice change of pace having a champion so eager to make me happy…

With that her presence was gone, leaving Vann alone with his thoughts again. Tyra was playfully swinging her sword through the air next to him, sighing at the returned weight as she sheathed it.

“Hey Vann,” she said, a small grin coming over her features, “Eletha does have a point… you don’t really need your muscles, if you think about it, we could just go a little ways into the woods there and-“

“No,” he laughed, “I’d like to be able to walk on my own two legs, thanks.”

“Vann’s right,” Eletha said, meeting them with a pack over her shoulder, “there will be plenty of time to carry him later…” she seemed to sniff the air, and then grinned, “Good to see your magic is almost back after our little match the other day, Tyra must have enjoyed herself.”

“I have enough that I should be able to stay full size, for a little while at least,” he said with a smile.

“Let’s hope it stays that way until we reach Enid’s lair,” Chadwick said, joining them. “She’s supposed to live beyond that mountain ridge over there,” he pointed to a large pair of imposing peaks, capped with snow and spotted with tall green pines. “Probably at least a few days journey.”

“Do you know exactly where she lives?” Vann asked uncertainly.

Chadwick shrugged his shoulders and smiled, “of course not, but once we start poking things usually lead us in the right direction.”

I don’t know about that, Vann thought, but then again… these three are more experienced than I am.

Oh, don’t worry Vann, Zenovia said, the gods usually help adventurers find their way!

Can I count on you for that? He thought, a little amused. Silence.

He sighed, “I’ll follow your lead then, I’m no good in the forest.”

“Don’t eat any strange mushrooms,” Chadwick said with a smirk directed at Eletha. Tyra laughed too, and the elf burned with embarrassment as they started walking.

“What?” Vann asked Tyra, leaning in close.

“The elf mistook a common edible mushroom for one that has… interesting mental effects,” Tyra giggled, “she was dancing around naked and proclaiming her love for the Elven moon goddess for a day.”

“Elves are just more in touch with nature!” Eletha shouted, overhearing the exchange.

“Some elves, sure,” Chadwick teased, “then there are elves who can’t see dinner being prepared.”

“J-Just because I don’t want to see you butcher some poor rabbit-“ Eletha began.

“And yet you eat the poor rabbit just the same,” Tyra smirked.

“Should I just let my strength waste away?” Eletha protested.

“Where did you think meat comes from?” Vann asked, a small smile forming on his face, “are the elven kingdoms vegetarian?”

“Well, no,” Eletha admitted, her cheeks red, “but we don’t see the meat slaughtered at market!” The three humans sniggered at her cross expression. She fumed, “I’m sorry if civilization and its concepts of propriety evade humans!”

“Elves don’t even know about germ theory,” Chadwick said with a laugh.

This time it was Eletha and Tyra’s turn to groan, “What’s germ theory?” Vann asked uncertainly.

“Chadwick believes in some Dwarven nonsense that disease is caused by animals too small to see which attack our bodies,” Eletha laughed, “as though such small beings could harm something so many times their size! Ignore him Vann, it’s the rantings of a madman.”

“There are many types of germs,” Chadwick protested, “and they cause disease!” He looked to Vann, “if you take a wound, rub it with highly distilled spirits! It will sting, but-“

“It’ll hurt like hell and that dwarf selling those ‘antiseptics’ will make more money,” Tyra said. “Rub dirt in it, like our forefathers did!”

“Milk and honey,” Eletha growled, looking askew at the human, “the bounty of nature will help the body heal.”

“I’ll stick with magic,” Vann said, letting a blue spark trace up his fingertip.

“Chadwick just thinks the dwarf likes him,” Tyra teased, “the way he goes to her shop, spending money on antiseptics, and vitamins, and all that other hokum, it’s no wonder!”

“I-I just think she’s very knowledgeable!” Chadwick said, and for the first time since Vann had known the knight, his cheeks went red. “She has so many interesting mechanical contraptions-“

“Don’t let the dwarves lure you in with their clocks and gears,” Eletha warned, “Rumana in particular has no idea what she’s doing, don’t get in anything she builds Chadwick!”

The debate continued as they made their way further into the mountains. Vann interjected a few times, joining in the conversation and laughing with the others. It was nice to feel like part of the group, even Eletha seemed to slowly be accepting him.

It was hours later when Chadwick held up a hand, brining them to a halt in the middle of a path he’d been blazing through the undergrowth, “we’re being watched,” he hissed. He drew his sword, as did Tyra, and Eletha and Vann scurried in close to the two, hands raised.

There was a plodding sound, like a wet rag on tile, and a moment later the brush ahead of them curved to reveal a mottled grey trunk, with a pair of bulbous arms, yellow chitinous claws at the end as the mushroom creature screeched angrily at them.

“Myconids!” Chadwick shouted.

The forest rustled, and the creatures began appearing from all sides. Vann’s heart raced as he realized they were surrounded a fireball appeared in his hand, but Eletha grabbed his wrist.

“Don’t! If you burn them, you’ll create a toxic cloud!” She glanced at Tyra, who was slashing wildly at one, the deep sopping cuts in the creature not seeming to slow it down. “Don’t let any of that gunk get on you!”

No burning, and no cutting… Vann thought, frowning. He raised his hand, willing the air around one of the creatures to cool, he muttered a few lines of a spell he’d read about, and then snapped his fingers dramatically. There was a cracking sound as it ground to a halt, frozen sold as every bit of heat was drawn away. It stumbled forward, shattering.

“Clever,” Eletha said with a grin. She turned and began her own freezing spell, bringing the creatures down one after another as Tyra and Chadwick forced them away from the two spellcasters. Vann felt a triumphant glow in his chest as the last of the creatures shattered to pieces, the thawing chunks of it’s body littering the forest floor.

“Everyone okay?” Tyra shouted.

“One of them got me,” Chadwick growled, pulling back his punctured sleeve and showing a wound, rapidly turning purple at the edges.

“Shit,” Vann muttered, “let me try to heal it-“

“Do you know how to heal poisons?” Eletha asked, crossing her arms. Vann noticed uncomfortably that she now stood a head taller than him, the result of his wild use of magic during the battle. The elf noticed too, and smirked, “hallucinogens in particular are tricky, most healers advise you just keep the victim alive until they pass, unless you really know what you’re doing. I’m not specialized in healing, and you’ve only been using magic a few days. I think Chadwick’s just going to have to tough this one out.”

“Myconid venom is fairly harmless,” the knight said, sweat pooling on his forehead as he blinked, “in the long run... It does incapacitate one for some hours. For now, I need a place to lay down…”

…

They found a clearing and made camp, pitching tents and gathering materials for a fire. Tyra had laid Chadwick’s bedroll out for him, and the three of them had helped position the knight in a comfortable spot while the hallucinations began.

“And then a big squid attacked!” Chadwick said, pupils dilated as he gave a small smile.

“Oh gods, is he telling the story about the elves from beyond the world again?” Eletha chuckled.

“Outer space he calls it,” Tyra muttered, rolling her eyes. Seeing Vann’s curious look she smiled, “Chadwick’s been hit with myconid venom before, a few times actually. He tells some… outlandish stories while that stuff clears his system.”

“This time the elves are green, rather than blue,” Eletha said with a smirk. Her gaze drifted over to Vann, still only up to her shoulder in height, and a different type of smile drifted over her features, “come on Vann, there’s a river a little way from here, let’s bring our friend some fresh water.”

He gulped, and Tyra scowled, “Eletha,” she warned in a low voice, “don’t do anything I’ll make you regret.”

“Relax, Vann and I will be just fine,” she said with a grin.

Tyra shot a look at Vann, and he sighed and rolled his eyes, “we’ll be fine,” he assured her.

He followed the elf through what looked like a small game trail, leading down a slope and towards a bubbling creek that looked maybe waist deep. It was a few minutes away from the camp, and Eletha glanced over her shoulder, seeming to check that they were alone.

I’m going to have to deal with her one way or another, Vann thought to himself, gods help me…

Hmm… Zenovia said in his mind, okay!

Vann cried out in surprise as his skintight white clothing seemed to slip itself off him. Eletha whipped around, her eyes wide with shock as she saw his clothing neatly fold itself on a nearby rock, leaving him shivering in the mountain air and desperately covering his privates with his hands.

Eletha’s cheeks went red for a moment, then she giggled, a hand over her mouth, “Vann,” she said in a teasing voice, “is there a reason why you’re naked?”

He scowled, “Let’s just say my goddess works in mysterious ways.”

“How odd,” Eletha said, strutting towards him slowly, “that she’d strip you naked near me…” Eletha bit her lip, flicking his nose slightly with her finger as she loomed over him. “I think she’s trying to tell you something…”

Yeah Vann, how much clearer can I be? Zenovia chuckled. There was a puff of smoke overhead, and something fell from the treetops. Unconsciously Eletha lifted her hand up to catch it, her eyebrow raising as she realized just what had apparently manifested from thin air.

“Is this… a riding crop?” Eletha giggled, slapping the leather end into her open palm playfully.

“So it would seem,” Vann muttered in a defeated tone. He felt the buzz of magic being given to him, and his embarrassment caused him to drift just a little lower, putting him eye level with Eletha’s breasts instead of her shoulder.

“I’m really glad you mustered up the courage to come out here with me Vann,” Eletha said with a smile, slapping her new riding crop into her palm in a slow rhythm, “I really feel like you and I need to… clear the air.”

He gulped, looking up at the elf who now towered over him, “Uhh… okay?”

Eletha hummed a moment, the smirk on her face disappearing as she thought, “What’s it going to take for you to make me huge?” she asked finally.

He blinked, “That’s what you wanted to come out here and talk about?” he asked incredulously, “no apology for the years of bullying, no attempt to be friends now?”

“I am attempting to be friends now!” Eletha said, her face red, “look at how friendly I’m being!” she slapped the riding crop into her palm again for emphasis.

“You just want me to cast that growth spell on you for some reason!” he exclaimed, almost forgetting that he was naked and shivering in front of her, “you can’t just be nice to someone because you want something, that’s not how friendships work!”

Eletha looked like she was about to say something, then paused, “Fine…” she growled, “maybe… I will start by saying I’m sorry about all the teasing.”

“Really?” Vann asked skeptically.

“I mean… yeah,” she muttered, clearly fighting to find the words, “you turned out to be more impressive than I thought, okay?”

He sighed, he wasn’t quite happy with that, but… it was something, for now anyway.

Eletha licked her lips, looking over his nude form, “So… Vann, you’re a little low on magic after the fight, and your goddess is very clearly sending some… omens.” She grinned, “mind if I… help you out?”

That she was giving him a choice, he thought anyway, was more than he’d expected. He considered it…

Oh, come on Vann, let the poor girl play! Zenovia practically whined.

“Sure,” he said, chuckling internally, “wouldn’t be a good idea to go into the next fight without filling back up, right?”

Eletha grinned, and her eyes widened excitedly, “Stand up straight, and stop covering yourself, hands at your sides!” she barked. The magical aura around Vann meant that he didn’t even have the ability to question her orders, instantly standing up straight and letting her see everything. She giggled, kneeling down for a closer look. He started as her hand reached out, gently wrapping around his erection as she explored it. Where Tyra’s hands were rough and calloused Eletha’s were smooth, soft even, and he fought a grunt of pleasure as she played with him.

“You know, there’s a sort of rumor in Elven kingdoms that humans are big down here,” she giggled, “another one of those myths I guess.” Vann shrank slightly from the taunt, and Eletha squeezed him playfully before releasing his erection, standing up. She glanced around the riverbank, spotting a grassy outcropping above the waterline. She snapped her fingers, giving him a come-hither motion as she sauntered over to it.

“So do you want to-“ Vann began, but Eletha held up a hand.

“Speak only when spoken to, human!” she barked, struggling to keep from laughing. Vann tried to reply, but found he couldn’t, and he sighed, bound to her orders. He watched as she slowly hooked her thumbs around her green pants, drawing them down over her pert bottom and exposing her pale skin. She turned on cheek towards Vann and rubbed it playfully. “Kiss it,” she breathed in a low voice.

Vann leaned forward, planting a quick peck on the elf, getting a quick whiff of the mix of the floral perfume she wore and the sweat on her skin as a result of a day of walking through the mountains. He grunted as her hand gripped the back of his head, almost its size in his shrunken state, and held him forcefully there as Eletha growled lustfully.

“Do you like kissing Elven ass human?” she laughed, savoring the moment, “tell me you love it!”

“I love it!” he shouted, muffled as she ground him into it again.

Vann felt Zenovia’s magic rapidly flowing into him as his height dwindled further, and a moment later he was standing face to cheek with the ass he’d been forced to kiss. Eletha licked her lips eagerly, pulling her underwear down and letting the strong smell of her pussy waft over him.

“You are just the perfect height,” she growled, stepping out of her panties and lifting her shirt. It joined her pants on the ground, and a moment later there was a *click* as she unclasped her bra, tossing it to the pooled garments.

The perfect height for what? He was answered a moment later as the elf, now double his height, roughly forced his face into her glistening crotch. He quickly started licking at her, causing her to moan and grip his hair, pulling slightly and guiding him up and down.

He felt the increasing rush of magical energy, and he stood on his tiptoes, trying his best to keep contact with her as his size dwindled, every lick of his tongue and moan of pleasure seemed to sweep a little bit of his size away. He grunted with exertion as his feet nearly left the ground, and then sighed with relief as the elf sat upon the grass, laying back and forcing him down to continue his work.

*Slap* he yelped in surprise as he realized Eletha had the riding crop in her hand, “Faster!” she squealed, bringing it down on his back again. He gulped and kept eating her, the crop hadn’t really hurt, or left a mark, but the quick sting of surprise was enough to let him know he should speed up. *Slap* he picked up speed as she did it again, a sadistic giggle echoing from beyond the massive pillars her legs were becoming as he shrank.

“Yes! Come on human, faster! I want that face of yours soaked!”

He was already there, and her pussy juices had soaked his hair, matting it and washing his senses with her strong musky smell. He leaned further in, gulping in a gasp of air as he realized her quivering womanhood was rapidly growing too big for him. He gritted his teeth, reaching out with his hands to touch a clitoris that was now the size of a watermelon.

“Mmff…” Eletha bit her lip, savoring the sensation. Her hand came up from behind him like a wall, and he had time for one last gasp of surprise as she roughly forced him in with a wet squishing sound. He slid through her entrance easily, swallowed up as he kept shrinking, the magic ritual empowering him even as Zenovia’s blessing robbed him of his size and strength.

Eletha’s eyes shot open, and she gave one final moan as she spasmed in pleasure, collapsing into the grass in a heap. She panted a moment, enjoying the squirming sensation of Vann fighting helplessly inside her most intimate place.

That was… intoxicating… she thought with a small smile. She lay on her back, looking up at the early evening sky for a moment. She glanced at the riding crop in her hand, an apparently gift from Vann’s goddess. I hope she got what she wanted out of that.

Vann sputtered, coated in the elf’s cum as he slipped out of her opening, flopping down to the grass that now towered around him. Eletha grunted as he left her, and a moment later she was sitting up, looming over him as she regarded Vann’s tiny form, no larger than her big toe.

“Go ahead and talk again, if you want,” she said with a smug grin.

“I-I’m feeling pretty charged up,” Vann said, holding a hand in front of himself and watching a blue spark race up his finger.

“Good,” Eletha said with a pleasant smile, “you know they say that the juices from an elf’s womanhood have a revitalizing effect that will make human skin glow, and give you extra vitality if consumed.”

Vann blinked, feeling the slimy mixture coating every inch of him, “really?”

Eletha giggled, “it’s not true, but it lures plenty of humans across the border to investigate for themselves. We elves all know to compliment a human’s skin after they… well, you know, it helps keep the legend alive.”

She stood up, towering over him as she stepped back into her underwear, slowly getting dressed in front of the naked and soaked Vann. He watched her impressive form lumber over him, and he cleared his throat as she finished adjusting her green shirt.

She looked down at him with a frown, “Yes Vann? Can I help you with something?”

“Well, since you sent me down to a few inches tall, a lift back to the camp would be nice,” he said, “but uh…” he looked down at his own erection, then up to her expectantly.

Eletha raised an eyebrow, realizing the question, “Oh no Vann, I’m done, thanks…” she giggled at his shocked expression, and he started as another wave of magical energy flooded into him.

So her leaving me out to dry is a ritual too? He wondered.

Yes, and you should be thankful you got the opportunity to taste her! Zenovia said with a happy sigh, that was wonderful by the way!

“Hmm… I suppose I am being a little unfair,” the elf mused, “I’ll tell you what, when we’re turning in for the night, you can come and ask me nicely for my panties.” She giggled at his shocked expression, “you can hold them to your face and take care of yourself before bed.”

He balked, There is no way I’m going to beg her to-

Oh you are ABSOLUTELY doing that, Zenovia laughed.

Vann just sighed, and a moment later his champion outfit, now perfectly sized to his tiny form, swept through the air and wrapped around him.

Eletha leaned down, plucking him up with her thumb and forefinger, “Come along Vann,” she said, slinging a water canteen over her shoulder, “let’s get back to camp.” He watched as she brought him to the low cut neck of her shirt, gently pushing him down into the waiting valley of her cleavage. He protested feebly as her finger pressed him down, burying him between the mounds of pale flesh as he slipped from view.

…

Chadwick had finally passed into a peaceful slumber, the final stage of the Myconid poison as it purged from his system. Tyra had built a small fire, keeping an eye on her friend as she waited for her other two companions to return. She scowled as she saw the elf returning alone.

“Where’s Vann?” she asked.

“Absorbing some magic,” Eletha said smugly. She reached into her cleavage and withdrew the bug sized Vann, with a smirk she placed him in Tyra’s outstretched hand. “He should be good to go for our next encounter,” Eletha said, clearly pleased with herself. With one final wink at the tiny man, she sauntered off towards her tent, humming an elven tune under her breath.

“Did she treat you okay?” Tyra asked suspiciously.

“Well enough,” Vann said with a shrug. “She really wants me to use that growth spell on her.”

“Well, make her work for it,” Tyra laughed.

…

Vann apparently had the favor of his goddess, because it only took him a few hours before he found himself at his normal size, slowly returning to normal as the sun set. Tyra had prepared them a stew of potatoes and beef, with some seasonings that gave the whole thing a savory flair. Vann leaned against a log, Tyra next to him, as the two of them held bowls of soup, occasionally glancing up at the stars as the fire danced.

“Well, is adventuring what you hoped?” Tyra asked with a smile.

“That and more,” Vann said, looking at the endless expanse of sky.

“I’m glad you’re taking to the lifestyle,” Chadwick chuckled, stirring his own soup bowl idly as he watched the fire flicker. “It took me some getting used to…”

“You were rich, weren’t you?” Tyra asked.

“Yes,” Chadwick muttered, rolling his eyes, “I was rich, I had a man who prepared me breakfast and ironed my clothing every morning before I woke up… living out here was something of a shock at first.”

“So, why’d you give all that up?” Vann asked curiously.

Chadwick shrugged, “same reason you spent every day for years in our town library, looking for a way to harness magic, if you feel the call, you can’t just ignore it.”

Eletha stepped into the firelight, clearing her throat, her face slightly red, “Vann, I… I took the liberty of carving some runes into your staff.” She hefted it over her shoulder and lowered it down to him. He took it gingerly, feeling the smooth symbols and lettering the elf had carved up and down the handle.

“Oh, thanks,” he said cautiously.

“They should prevent it from leaving your hand if an enemy tries to use telekinesis to pull it from you,” Eletha explained, “I… I just wanted to make sure you were protected, for the party’s sake.”

“For the party’s sake,” Tyra echoed, raising an eyebrow as she put an arm around Vann. “Right…” she smirked. For her part the elf just huffed and rolled her eyes, stomping over to the other side of the fire to get her own bowl of soup.

“You know,” Chadwick said, looking up at the moon, “Rumana says that it might be possible to fly to the moon someday-“

Tyra and Eletha groaned, “that dwarf fills your head with the strangest nonsense,” Eletha mocked, “watch out for the tiny animals too small to see, don’t smoke tobacco, it’s bad for you!”

“How’s she going to get to the moon?” Tyra laughed, “flap her arms?”

“Well, it works well enough for the birds, doesn’t it?” Chadwick protested.

“I need to meet this Rumana,” Vann chuckled, “she sounds interesting, if nothing else.”

“She’s so smart Vann, it’s fantastic to hear her talk about… well anything really!” Chadwick said excitedly.

Vann nodded, a small smile crossing his face, the other two are right, he’s smitten.

The conversation drifted to other matters, discussing the next day’s path, potential tactics for when they encountered Enid, and speculation on other town gossip. Finally, Chadwick yawned, getting up to turn in and pouring a bucket of water over their fire.

Vann got up, ready to go to sleep himself, then frowned, realizing there were only three tents.

“Come on,” Tyra said with a smile, leading him towards hers, “you’re bunking with me.”

“Sounds good,” he said, returning her grin. He stopped, then sighed, “Hold on…”

He trudged through their camp, the smoldering coals of the fire providing a small amount of light to compliment the full moon. Eletha’s tent was between Chadwick’s and theirs, and judging by the small glow of candlelight the elf hadn’t gone to sleep yet. He pulled her tent flap aside, and she looked up from the spellbook she was studying. She blinked curiously, then gave him a smug grin.

“Hi Vann, are you here to… ask for something?” she giggled.

He sighed, “may I please borrow your panties?”

Eletha bit her lip, trying to keep from bursting out in laughter as she reached her hand down into her bedroll. There was swish of fabric as she slid them off, and a moment later the white cotton underwear was dangling from her fingers, with a playful toss she hurtled them through the air, and Vann grunted as the fabric made contact with his face. Her panties had a fragrent musk to them, a mix of her sweat from the full day of hiking in the mountains, and the hint of her pleasure that he had brought about earlier.

“Now what do you say?” Eletha teased.

“Thank you,” he sighed, turning to leave.

“Don’t get any… goo, on them,” Eletha giggled behind him as he left.

He rolled his eyes, are you watching? He thought to the goddess.

Yes, I’m very pleased, Zenovia giggled, and a moment later he felt a burst of magic, thankfully she didn’t even shrink him this time, now be sure to follow her instructions with those…

He entered the tent, seeing Tyra had laid out his bedroll next to hers, “Hey,” he said hesitantly, embarrassed, “Uhmm… Tyra, can I have a moment alone in the tent?”

“If you’ve got to whack off just lay down and do it,” she muttered, “you think I didn’t know when you did it at the cabin?” her eyes opened, and she sat up, seeing the white pair of panties, a grin cracked her tired features, “are those Eletha’s?”

“Yes,” he admitted with a sigh, “I’m… I’m going to… pleasure myself to them.” he scowled at her giggling expression, “look, it was the elf’s idea, and the goddess really liked it, okay?”

“The goddess, right,” Tyra laughed, “okay, go for it, I’m going to watch.”

He gaped at her, “you can’t be serious?”

“Do you want me to call you names while you do it? That probably gets her off too, right?” Tyra propped her head on her arms expectantly, waiting for the show to start.

Vann just rolled his eyes, bringing Eletha’s underwear up to his nose and taking a whiff. Slowly he reached his free hand into his pants, beginning to complete another of his goddess’s tasks while Tyra and Zenovia looked on.