How on earth could something like this have happened?

She had been meticulously preparing for her next mission, ensuring her equipment was in top shape, her Dust cartridges filled, and her Myrtenaster rapier gleaming in the soft light of her dorm room.

As she stood before the mirror, admiring her reflection and adjusting her white, intricately designed outfit, something extraordinary happened. A sudden, inexplicable sensation washed over her, leaving her feeling disoriented. She stumbled backward, dropping her rapier in the process.

Weiss's heart raced as she realized something was terribly wrong. She looked around her room and gasped in disbelief. Everything had grown massive around her. Her bed, the furniture, even the once towering window was now a massive, daunting obstacle.

Panic set in as she struggled to comprehend the situation. Weiss was no longer her usual tall, elegant self; instead, she had been reduced to a mere fraction of her normal size. Her petite form barely reached the height of her own bedside table.

Frantically, Weiss attempted to call for help, but her voice emerged as nothing more than a faint squeak. She was trapped, alone in her own room, surrounded by what felt like towering skyscrapers. Her once luxurious bed now seemed like a vast, insurmountable mountain.

Weiss knew that she needed to find a way to reverse this mysterious transformation. She struggled to climb onto her rapier, using all her strength to pull herself up the smooth metal surface. Once atop Myrtenaster, she surveyed her room from her newfound vantage point.

In her reduced state, the world was a treacherous, unfamiliar place. Weiss needed answers, and she needed them fast. Her mind raced as she contemplated who or what could be behind this bizarre turn of events. Was it the work of a new enemy? A sinister force seeking to exploit her vulnerability?

With a determined glint in her eye, Weiss decided that she would not let her diminutive size deter her from her mission. She would uncover the truth behind her sudden transformation, discover a way to return to her normal size, and protect the world of Remnant from any looming threat, no matter how small she had become. The icy resolve of the Schnee heiress burned brightly within her, even in this strange and miniature form.

Weiss, now perched on the hilt of her rapier, carefully navigated her way out of her dorm room and into the dimly lit hallway of Beacon Academy. Every step felt like an epic journey as she struggled to maintain her balance on the uneven floor tiles. Her heart pounded with each wobbly movement, but her determination remained unshaken.

As she ventured down the hall, Weiss hoped to find one of her teammates to help her understand what had happened. She needed answers, and she needed them fast. Her petite form left her vulnerable and exposed, and she couldn't let any potential threats catch her off guard.

After what felt like an eternity, Weiss reached the door to her teammate Blake's room. She snuck under the gap, and saw the raven-haired Faunus sitting at her desk. Weiss called out to her as loudly as she could, and thanks to Blake’s advanced hearing, she was able to pick up on it. 

Weiss was expecting Blake to help her, because why wouldn’t she? That should have been what happened…but what occurred instead was enough to send a raw chill down her spine, enough to turn her stomach over like a pancake.

Blake had instead turned slowly, creepily slowly, in her chair, to face the tiny girl in white. Her thighs were already spread, her nightgown barely concealing her crotch. 

Though she was still screaming desperately for help, waving her arms and wondering if Blake just hadn’t really noticed her yet, what Weiss saw happen next chilled her blood. Blake was just smirking at her, looking at her like she was amused. She had definitely spotted her too.

But it was easy to tell that she didn’t mean well. 

Weiss, however, wanted to have faith. Sure, Blake was acting pretty terrifying, but maybe she just didn’t understand the situation. Maybe she thought Weiss was just joking around or something, and so the tiny girl decided to try and still have faith in her, sprinting over as fast as her tiny legs would take her towards the leg of the desk. 

It took some effort, and it didn’t seem like Blake wanted to help, but Weiss willed herself up the side of the desk, using the strength she still had to climb to the top. Once she reached it, she staggered across the surface by a few steps, panting and sweating. Looking up at Blake wearily, she finally tried to explain her situation.

“Blake! Look I…I’m not even sure how this happened to me, but I’ve somehow ended up shrunken down and…”

Weiss trailed off. Blake was still smiling at her, even though the Faunus could certainly hear every word, her furry ears twitching on either side of her head. 

Gulping, the tiny girl watched what happened next, and felt her blood freeze. 

Without saying a word, Blake’s actions instead were what spoke volumes. Raising a brow and smirking, Blake pulled up the hem of her nightgown, her lips curling further. Weiss staggered backwards by a few steps against the desk, watching with increasing horror, widening eyes, as Blake’s intentions started to become that much more clear.

Weiss faltered, her words trailing off as she sensed a sudden shift in Blake's demeanor. "Blake? What's... What's going on?" she asked, her voice quivering.

Leaning in close enough that her hot breath was washing over the tiny girl, Blake whispered:

“Now you better run. Because I’m going to fuck you with this.”

Weiss couldn’t even fathom what she was hearing. She almost didn’t want to believe it at first, figuring that Blake had to be joking, right?

She couldn’t really mean that…could she?

“B-Blake…hey, come on…” Weiss let out an awkward chuckle, trying not to tear up from the swelling fear she was feeling, “Don’t…”

Blake's smirk widened, her feline features now bearing a disturbing resemblance to a predatory grin. She leaned in closer to Weiss, her voice dripping with a dark amusement. "Oh, Weiss, you always were so prim and proper, so regal. But now, you're so... vulnerable."

Weiss dared to glance down to where Blake had flipped aside her nightgown skirt, pushing away the white-trimmed black fabric to reveal what lay beneath. Her dick, getting rigid hard. 

In the face of Blake's sudden and unexpected betrayal, Weiss was already overwhelmed with shock and fear. The bizarre and unsettling turn of events had left her speechless and vulnerable. When confronted with the inappropriate and explicit action, Weiss's confusion and distress deepened.

Her wide eyes grew even wider, filled with a mix of disbelief and horror. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and outrage as she struggled to process the situation. Weiss had always known Blake as a close friend and teammate, and this shocking behavior was beyond anything she could have anticipated.

With her heart pounding and her mind racing, panic surged through Weiss as she realized the urgency of the situation.

Summoning every ounce of strength and determination, Weiss scrambled away from Blake, her tiny legs moving as fast as they could on the desk's smooth surface. She was determined to escape, to find answers, and to somehow reverse the bizarre transformation that had made her vulnerable.

Blake watched Weiss with those unsettling eyes, making no move to stop her. It was as if she was toying with Weiss, enjoying her fear and confusion. Weiss knew she couldn't trust Blake in this moment, and her only option was to flee and seek help.

As she made her way across the desk, Weiss's thoughts raced. She had to find her other teammates, Yang, and Ruby, and figure out what had happened and why Blake had turned against her. With each tiny step, she moved closer to uncovering the truth and regaining control of her destiny in this strange and perilous situation.

Weiss, now teetering on the edge of the desk, was faced with a daunting challenge. Her small size had made every object in her surroundings appear enormous, and the drop to the floor seemed insurmountable. Panic welled up within her as she contemplated her predicament.

Glancing back at Blake, who stood by with that sinister smirk, Weiss felt a mixture of frustration and anger. Her once-trusted teammate had become a tormentor in this bizarre situation. Blake's mocking words only added to the pressure.

Blake chuckled darkly and taunted Weiss, her voice laced with a cruel edge. "Well, Weiss, it seems you're in quite a tight spot, aren't you? Can't even manage a simple descent from a desk."

Before Weiss could react, Blake's hand shot out with surprising speed and precision, seizing Weiss by her diminutive form. Panic surged through Weiss once again as she found herself trapped in Blake's grip.

"No! Let me go!" Weiss shouted, her voice now a tiny scream of desperation. She thrashed and struggled within Blake's grasp, but her efforts were futile against the Faunus's strength.

“Now, let’s get you more prepared.”

Blake reached out with her gigantic fingers, pinching onto the delicate fabric that Weiss was wearing, and tugging it taut until it started to split and rip in places, tearing apart. Weiss certainly took pride in her appearance, you could say she was a prideful person in general, so having to endure this was pretty much a nightmare for her. She gasped with horror as the garment was pulled away from her body, and her naked form was suddenly revealed.

Weiss felt sick. Blake was undressing her like she was little more than a doll, and she watched with a sinking stomach as her only clothes were tossed aside like tissue paper, Blake treating it like it was the simplest matter in the world.

Naked in that giant hand, Weiss tried her best to curl up and conceal herself a bit, wrapping a limb around her upper half to shield her breasts, but Blake definitely wouldn’t allow it. She reached out and pinched onto her tiny arm, pulling it aside and revealing her nude body beneath. Anytime Weiss tried to curl up smaller and hide herself, Blake made sure to unfurl her instantly. 

“Come on, don’t hide yourself. I’m about to have a lot of fun with this body of yours…” Blake purred, and ran a digit down the side of Weiss’s soft, delicate body, caressing her milky curves until her finger came to a stop against her hip. Then, Blake pushed her finger in between Weiss’s petite thighs, prying her legs apart until her crotch was pretty much open, ready and waiting.

“Do you know what I’m going to do to you next?” Blake showed off the sharpness of her teeth when she grinned, truly looking like a monster to the smaller girl in her clutches. Weiss gulped nervously, shaking her head, wanting to say something but not even sure that she could will herself to speak. This was so beyond awful, she was speechless. 

Though Weiss struggled as best she could, she was pressed up against Blake’s penis, squeezed firmly to the surface of it, so firmly that it was almost as if Blake was trying to force her to attach to it or something. Blake curled her fingers taut around Weiss’s tiny, fragile body, gripping her as she began jerking off, moving her hand up and down.

Weiss gasped as she was used like some sort of living, breathing little sex toy. She had never felt more humiliated, never more dehumanized. Blake didn’t even bat an eye about the morals of it, more than happy to use Weiss for the sake of her own pleasure. 

Deep down, Blake couldn't shake the feeling that this was her opportunity to assert dominance, to turn the tables on the always-confident Weiss Schnee. She had often felt overshadowed and burdened by her own past, and seeing Weiss in such a vulnerable state triggered a complex mix of emotions.

Part of her reveled in the power she held over Weiss, a power she had rarely felt in her own life. It was a twisted sense of control, one that temporarily quieted her inner demons. Blake couldn't help but think that this was a karmic twist, where Weiss, who had often exuded an air of superiority, was now at her mercy.

She loved it, really. It was as if she had found a way to balance the scales, to assert her dominance over someone who had always been in control. In this peculiar twist of fate, Weiss was at her mercy, and Blake couldn't help but savor the moment.

Blake couldn't help but wonder how Weiss had ended up in this bizarre predicament, reduced to such a tiny size. It was a perplexing and intriguing question…

However, as quickly as the thought had arisen, Blake brushed it aside. Her own desire for power and control over Weiss consumed her thoughts, drowning out any curiosity about the cause of Weiss's shrinking. The thrill of domination and the satisfaction of asserting her will over her former teammate were far more immediate and intoxicating.

In her pursuit of personal pleasure, Blake put the question of Weiss's transformation to the back of her mind, focusing instead on the strange power dynamic that had arisen between them. Focusing instead, on gripping her tighter still, rubbing and massaging the front of Weiss’s sleek little body against her rod, guiding her up and down it, while Weiss tried feebly to escape from her hand.

No matter how much she struggled, how hard she tried to resist Blake’s hand pressing down against her back like that, Weiss was completely pinned. She had no choice but to wrap her arms and legs around the dick in front of her, practically latching onto it because her limbs had nowhere else to go unless they wanted to be crushed up against the surface of her dick.

Weiss could feel her own tiny pussy starting to be stimulated from the friction that was gracing it while she was being pushed up and down like that. Her miniscule nub, so small that Blake would struggle to see it even if she squinted, was twitching and vibrating with a sense of enjoyment. She could feel a flushing heat rising up within herself, consuming her a little bit by a little bit, and for the briefest moment, almost making her forget that she was being used.

However, this wouldn’t last. Weiss snapped back to reality and realized just what a dire situation she was in. She had to try and endure, try and overcome her own animalistic feelings. Her heart was hammering in her chest, and she was breaking out into a sweat, heating up in the confines of Blake’s hand and as a result of her own bodily responses.

She was tugged up and down as Blake tugged herself off, and the giantess began to really get into it. She leaned back against the chair behind her, arching her back and tilting her head, breathing out shakily as her cheeks began to turn pinker. 

“Oh yeah…that’s good…that’s so good…” she breathed out, biting down on her plush bottom lip, and casting her eyes downward so they could look at Weiss in that position. Her mouth curled into an amused smile. 

“How does it feel, Weiss?”

Weiss turned her head up towards Blake, panting, breathless already. She had some tears in her eyes. 

“Please…let me go…Blake…this is wrong, this is so wrong…” she groaned.

Blake didn’t seem to care though. She viewed Weiss with amusement, tilting her head to the side almost as if she was curious by the sight of her pleading. Her hand tightened around Weiss all the more, and she watched her reaction.

Weiss's pleas and groans of discomfort filled the air, a testament to her distress in this bewildering situation. She continued to pant, her tiny form trembling in Blake's grip as tears welled up in her eyes. Her heart ached with a mix of fear, frustration, and a deep sense of wrongness about their current circumstances.

Despite Weiss's heartfelt plea for release, Blake remained unmoved. Her amusement only seemed to grow as she observed Weiss's reactions. The tiny girl was trembling. She looked up at Blake with desperation. 

As it continued, this torture that Weiss was having to endure, she was made all too aware of every nauseating detail about being used this way, and what she had to experience in this part of Blake’s body. A part of her body that she would never have imagined she’d experience, especially not in this way.

Blake’s cock felt unbearably hot, almost like it could burn Weiss, it was a nightmare to be squeezed up against it like this. The front of her body was burning from it, the insides of her thighs reddening both from the friction and the temperature. She was turning wet and Blake hadn’t even cum yet.

Weiss hated to admit that she was getting any kind of pleasure from this. It was the worst thing she had ever been forced to endure, and yet her miniscule body was unable to deny the good feelings it was still experiencing. She could almost have imagined how much nice it might have been if she could have experienced this with Blake at a normal, not so frightening size.

They had their difficulties, Weiss knew that Blake was irritated by her sometimes. She could even admit that it was probably partially her fault as well, how they would end up at odds because she secretly did think of herself as being superior. She could admit that, even if only to herself.

That being said, Weiss supposed that maybe it came from kind of having a little bit of a thing for Blake. She couldn’t deny that she was beautiful in her own way. She couldn’t deny that she was almost…sexy.

Like this though, it was too much. 

She really did used to think the world of herself, but look at her now. In a more frightening situation than she could have ever imagined. 

When Weiss breathed in, the only thing she was permitted to inhale was the overwhelming scent of Blake’s musk, cloying inside of her nose and practically inside of her throat. She gagged and coughed like she was about to choke. It honestly felt that way.

Blake noticed and was amused, “How do you like the smell down there, Weiss? You having a good time?”

Weiss had so many things she wanted to scream up at Blake, but she didn’t even know if she could manage to speak a word when it literally felt like she was going to be sick. Her body was being pinned so tightly under Blake’s giant hand too, that her chest was getting compressed, and she would have probably struggled to even breathe even if she was not subject to this musky stench. 

As Weiss’s sweating cheek was pinned against the slick surface, she tearfully looked across the desk, everything shifting and shaking around her with how she was being moved like a toy, almost too blurry to make out clearly. But she could see the edge of the desk…and she yearned for escape.

If only she had somehow been fast enough to get away. She should have never come into Blake’s room expecting help, this was her biggest mistake. Blake was the exact opposite of a savior to her, she was an absolute menace, an absolute monster, and Weiss could only sob as she started to feel and go more limp, her body feeling useless.

“Thinking of running away again? I don’t think you’ll have much luck with that.” Blake deliberately increased the pressure of her hand, tightening her palm harder against Weiss’s back and squeezing her middle so hard that it basically hurt. Weiss felt all the more nauseous as this happened, and her pussy was pained, crushed against the giant dick in front of her, her legs spread even wider still. 

“Ahh…”

The readying moan that Blake let out next made Weiss feel all the more nervous. It sounded like she was amping up, building up, her body preparing for something. And that something wasn’t going to be good for Weiss, needless to say.

When Blake inevitably ended up cumming, what was she even going to do? She was going to be drowned. She might not even survive. Even if she did, who was to say what Blake would do with her next?

Focusing her eyes as best as she could on the edge of that desk, Weiss started to squirm and struggle with as much of her own energy as she could possibly muster. However, this only had a bad consequence in terms of effect. All that shifting and begging was enough to turn Blake on more and more, and Weiss yelped as she could feel the dick beneath her stiffening harder and rising higher, practically vibrating as it prepared to unload.

Weiss’s entire body was shaken around almost violently by the force of it. For a moment she hoped she could have been shaken off it entirely, but unfortunately she wasn’t so lucky, Blake was still making sure that she couldn’t get anywhere. 

Her dick was ready to burst, practically. Blake had never felt such intense pleasure before, and she figured that if Weiss did indeed manage to survive this, it might not be the worst idea in the world to keep her around at this size and use her as she wished. She would definitely be happy to have more nights like this again, even if Weiss wouldn’t be. 

Before it did though, Blake made sure to look down at her tiny captive and really make the most of this moment, really take in the sight and enjoy it to the utmost extent. It had been going on for a long time now, that Weiss had really been looking down on Blake in a lot of ways. Even if she might not readily admit it, Weiss clearly did seem to think she was better. 

Which irked Blake like nothing else. She sometimes wanted to just slap Weiss in the face and tell the girl that she wasn’t nearly as amazing as she thought she was. That tension had been building for a while. Maybe she couldn’t have been blamed for that either.

Now whatever had caused Weiss to shrink down as small as this, Blake really didn’t know. Honestly, it was of course as much a mystery to her as it was to Weiss. Some kind of magic, some kind of glitch in the universe…something odd had happened, and for whatever reason, it was Weiss who had been made into a target of it. 

However…it had to have happened for a good reason, that was what she felt. Things like this didn’t just occur randomly without the universe somehow willing it.

She had been gifted the perfect opportunity to really stick it to her. Quite literally.

“Oh boy…here it comes…”

Just so she could see her terror when she said it, Blake made sure to announce her release on the way, and she watched as Weiss quite literally snapped her head around and looked up at her in such desperation, her heart almost wavered, just for the briefest moment. It was almost impressive, how Weiss had almost managed to shift her feelings.

But the pleasure she was getting out of this was just too high to ignore. Blake pumped harder and harder, and then finally, with a massive shift in her crotch, she came. 

For Weiss, it was basically a worst nightmare come true, in a practical instant. She cried out with disgust as Blake’s dick pumped hard and basically exploded with cum, a white jet of it shooting out in a pressurized spray and coating Weiss immediately.

Part of the enjoyment of this was getting to see Weiss end up totally covered in the stuff, and so Blake orchestrated things so that exactly that would happen. She deliberately moved Weiss’s body so that the little figure was positioned around in front of her tip, and Weiss watched in horror as it throbbed right before her face, before the rest of the cum was spurted out right onto her visage and the rest of her body.

To say she was coated would be a hell of an understatement. She ended up absolutely doused in the thick, white, salty liquid, dripping with it. Just when she thought the onslaught was about to end, (surely, because how could it still be going??), more would be shot out against her, flung against her vulnerable body. Weiss choked and wheezed as her entire figure was lathered in it.

She continued to struggle, not even able to get a proper breath, while Blake chuckled maliciously, watching, enjoying, having basically the best time of her life while poor Weiss could only suffer and sob. 

“Ah fuck…you look amazing covered in my cum like that…” Blake commented, biting her lip with pleasure as she studied Weiss top to toe and examined the state of her. Weiss should have been thankful in a way, that Blake hadn’t ended up busting an even harder nut.

Yet still, it felt endless. Drowned was the word, that was exactly the state that Weiss was left in. She whimpered and trembled as she tried to recover from it, tried to pull herself together, tried to endure it somehow. She had honestly wondered if she was ever going to even survive it with the amount she had been forced through.

However, she was thankfully still alive. Then again, maybe that wasn’t such a good thing.

Alive meant being in Blake’s hands still, still being vulnerable and open to more pain and suffering, that Blake could easily put her through if she wanted to. After all, when Weiss was set down, she was so swamped in the stuff that she couldn’t move properly, it had basically glued her down to the desk. Blake had dropped her unceremoniously into the center of the puddle that her very own body had made, had jettisoned out like it was nothing. 

Weiss was utterly stunned, frozen in place by shock at first. If she was left with this cum to dry on her then she could only imagine that it would be the thing keeping her stuck in place instead though. 

She could only imagine it getting worse from here, and she was right. Blake looked at Weiss, stared at her, smiling ear to ear like she couldn’t believe that Weiss was in such a state, that this had actually happened. And as she stared, she silently willed Weiss to shrink down, to become smaller and smaller still, she was quietly pleading for that. 

She wanted it. She wanted Weiss to become smaller. And as if someone had heard her wish, it happened.

Right before her, Weiss’s already tiny body started to shrink down even further, becoming smaller and smaller. She must have only been a couple of inches already when Blake found her in her room, but she ended up being only an inch or smaller.

“Wh-what the hell is going on!?” Weiss exclaimed aloud, as she felt herself getting smaller, and watched as Blake’s already titanic form only expanded in height, the world around her stretching and growing. If she had thought that it was big before, then she really didn’t know anything. 

And, if Weiss had thought it was bad already, she really had no idea. By the time her body finished changing again, she was left so small that she could have almost completely vanished from sight. Totally stuck in that puddle of cum, Weiss knew that there was no way that she could crawl herself out of it. Although she did try to turn herself onto her hands and knees so that she could get away, it ended up being basically impossible.

She was left so tiny that she could only lay there like the smallest starfish in the world, and Blake just stood up from her desk chair, tilting her head to the side and smirking. It was almost hard to spot her, if you hadn’t already known that she was there in the first place. 

“Well well. Look at you. You’re somehow even more pathetic than you were before.”

Weiss screamed and swore, but this only made Blake laugh, as she gripped the edge of the desk and leaned right down over the tiny girl in front of her.

“You want some help, Weiss?”

When she asked that, Weiss knew it wasn’t sincere. She knew it was just a mockery, and she practically spat in return. Probably another swear, but Blake was just amused by that, and she leaned back up so she was standing straight again, chuckling once more and waving her hand, waggling each finger goodbye.

“I guess you’ll do just fine on your own. I’ll leave you there then, shall I?”

Weiss tried to scream something else at her, but although her Faunus ears might have picked it up clearly if she had willed it, Blake just ignored her willingly and went on her way. 

“HELP ME! HELP ME BLAKE!!!”

Though she cried, pleading for any sort of empathy, it didn’t work. Blake just turned her nightgown back down over her crotch, covering herself again and leaving the room. 

Never feeling more helpless, or more humiliated, Weiss lay there in that puddle of cum which would no doubt eventually dry and leave her practically soldered to the desk, wondering just how long it would be before Blake came back to help her. 

She blended in perfectly, Weiss in white, covered in the kind of cream she never wanted all over her like this. Trapped, she lay there helplessly, and waited for help which she wasn’t even sure would ever come…