Friday, May 31, 2024

Eve's Boutique - Ch 19

 Sherpa

It was a long time before Abigail was able to pick herself up off the floor.  She surveyed the giant classroom.  Her head was barely above the level of desks – so strange, considering she was too big to fit in any of them an hour before.  It was hard to think, so hard.  Her thoughts were slow, incomplete.  Something Mackenzie had done.  Something she’d taken.

Eve.  She had to get to Eve.

She grabbed her backpack, and found it was almost impossibly heavy.  She could barely move it, let alone carry it.  Abigail rooted through the bag frantically, tugging things out, throwing them to the ground.  Notebooks, two textbooks, pens, loose change.  She dumped out everything – except the bottle Eve had given her.  It was a struggle, but she finally managed to hoist the bag onto her shoulders.

The sun was dazzlingly bright outside.  Everywhere, gigantic students walked in random directions.  None of them paid her the slightest attention, and something told Abigail they wouldn’t, even if they ran her down.  The whole world was a minefield now, full of careless giants who would pay her no mind.

She ventured onto the sidewalk, trying to look everywhere at once.  A bike rode by, its tires higher than her armpits, and she barely managed to jump out of the way.  She bumped into a giantess, walking by as she talked on her phone, who didn’t even bother to look down to see her.

This was hopeless.  She was so weak now, and Eve’s shop was miles from here.  And suddenly she realized – she didn’t even know which way to go.  Or for that matter, how to navigate the campus around her.  She was completely lost.

Someone knocked against her.  Then another, catching her on the back of the head.  She stumbled, trying to keep her balance, but what was the point?  It would be easier to let herself fall….

A giant hand grabbed her by the shoulder.

“Oh hey, there you are, Abby.”

Elijah.  Beautiful, gigantic Elijah.  Towering all the way up to the sky, smiling that dopey smile of his down at her.

“I was waiting for you at the diner.  I was gonna order you some fries or something, but I didn’t know whether you’d want regular or crinkle-cut, and they have this new spicy salt that’s pretty good, but not everyone’s cup of tea, so I thought….”

She rushed forward, wrapped her arms around him, hugged him tight, burying her face against his thigh.

“Aw.  Hugs are nice.  I didn’t know I needed that, thanks.”

Abigail took a deep breath, steadying herself, then stepped back until she could look him in the eye.  She held up both her hands, signaling his attention.  She pointed to her throat, shaking her head.  No words, she mouthed.

“Charades.  Fun.  First word.  Hungry.  You’re… hungry, right?”

She grimaced, and shook her head.  Pointing to her chest, drawing a finger up along the line of her throat.  No words.  No words.

“Not hungry.  Um.  You’ve… got a sore throat?”

Abigail pressed her hands together, and forced the frustration out of her expression.  She nodded.  That was progress, at least.

“Aw, sorry to hear that.  Maybe a milkshake would be good?  I always find that helps after I blow out my voice practicing coyote howls.  Ah that’s a no?  Okay.  Pointing.  You want to go.  You want to go… somewhere.  Where do you want to go?  The… diner.  A different diner.  A pizza parlor.  Hot or cold?”

She tried to think.  How exactly was she supposed to signal that she wanted to go to a magic potion shop – especially when she had no idea where it was?

“Home.  You want to go home?”

Abigail frowned, considering.  She nodded.

“Ah gotcha.  We’ll take a rain check on the diner then.  It was nice seeing you, Abby.  I’ll catch ya later.”

He started to walk away.

She ran after him, reached up, grabbed him by the shirt.

“Sorry.  You need something?”

She held up her hand in a stop gesture.  Pointed first to him, then to herself.  Then at last off into the distance.

Elijah’s giant face scrunched in thought.  “You want me to take you home?”

She nodded emphatically.

“Got it, that makes total sense.  I always appreciate someone taking care of me when I don’t feel good.  Or like, a few weeks ago?  When that goose bit me?  Geese have way more teeth than you’d expect, by the way.  Anyway, my friends came over, and they barely made fun of me, and I felt a lot better after.  It wasn’t the goose’s fault by the way.  See, what happened was….”

She reached up and took his hand.  For the second time that day, they walked hand-in-hand across campus.  This time, she was the one finding herself completely lost in his grip.

At the train station, the two stood together outside the turnstile.  The central campus stop was a major hub, and hundreds of people bustled all around them.  This place was practically a shooting gallery for someone as tiny and unnoticeable as her.  She never could’ve navigated it alone.

“Okay.  So which one is your train?  What’s your stop?”

Abigail froze.  A look of terror came over her face as she tried to wrack her memory.  She felt sluggish and stupid, trying to make her brain do the most simple task.  Come on!  She had done this a thousand times!  Could she really not remember?

“No problem.  Happens to me all the time.  When I get lost, I usually text my neighbor Wendy.  She reminds me where I live.  Do you want to text one of your friends?”

Of course!  Why didn’t she think to do that in the first place?  Abigail set her bag down, and began to search through it.  She found Eve’s gift… and nothing else.  The sudden realization struck her: she’d been wearing nothing but a bedsheet when she left this morning.  She could’ve stuffed her phone in her bag, but she was used to wearing jeans, and she’d been excited to see Eve, and….

The phone was on her bedside table at home.

Even so, she kept searching her backpack, panicking.  It wasn’t in here.  She should stop.  But she kept going through each pocket frantically.  Over and over, one by one.

And finally, from an unused side pocket, she withdrew the gold-leafed card with Mackenzie’s phone number.

Sheepishly, she handed it to Elijah.

“‘Mackenzie Nole Wants to See You Naked,’” he read.  “Huh.  She gave this to you?  That’s neat.”

Abigail buried her face in her hands.

Elijah punched the number into his phone.

“Oh hey – Mackenzie, right?  This is… yeah it is Elijah, how’d you know?  No, Abigail gave me your number.  Uh-huh.  She’s here.”  He pulled the phone away from his ear.  “She says thank you.”

Abigail made a get-on-with-it gesture up at the giant.

“Oh.  I was calling to find out where you live.  Abigail’s not feeling well, and I’m taking her home.”  He looked at Abigail.  “She wants to know if she should come get you?”

The tiny woman shook her head so hard she almost fell over.

“Nah, I’ve got it.  I guess she doesn’t have her cell phone.  I – oh.  Yeah, you can add me.  Still on for Saturday?”

Elijah went silent for several seconds.  His expression remained neutral, but one of his eyebrows went up.  “That’s ah.  Quite the invitation.  No, I’ve already got dinner plans tonight.  I’m sure we’ll run into each other.  Okay bye.”

He hung up, and stared off into the middle distance.  “Your roommate is ah.  Really affectionate, huh?”

Abigail rolled her eyes.

“She’s been trying to reach you, I guess.  There’s some kinda group chat for your party?  It’s getting pretty big, and she said she’s having trouble typing on her phone.  She wants your help with it.  I guess she was pretty worried when you weren’t answering.  Anyway.  Let’s get you home.  I’m guessing you don’t have your wallet either?”

Abigail patted her pockets.  It was such a blessing that the crop top and jeans Eve gave her still fit perfectly, despite being less than half of Elijah’s height.  But, no wallet.

“It’s okay, I got you.”

The train wasn’t quite full in the early afternoon.  The two of them were able to find a seat together.  Her feet dangled high above the floor as she sat behind him.  When the car took off, she instinctively reached out, grabbing Elijah for support.  That felt good, so she kept holding on.  A few stops later, she had her arms wrapped around him, her head buried against his chest.

“Bad day, huh?”

She nodded, and gripped him tighter.

Elijah put his arm around her.  He felt heavy, and strong, and warm, and good.

He fished his phone out of his pocket, held it up where she could see.  “More ferret pics?”

The walk from the train station to her apartment wasn’t a long one, but she was utterly exhausted.  She thought about gesturing for him to carry her, but decided it would be too weird.  He didn’t seem to mind the slow pace she set, though.  Elijah just held her hand, telling her stories from his seemingly endless well of adventures with the neighborhood wildlife.  She felt safe with him.  Enough so that it made her drowsy.  When she got home, she was going to sleep for a week.

At last they were home.  Elijah buzzed her apartment, and after a few moments she heard heavy footfalls on the stairs.  The door swung open, and there was Chloe.  The amazonian woman had apparently decided to go the bedsheet route today, too.

She ducked down, slipping her head beneath the door frame.

“Oh!  Elijah, right?  From brunch the other day?  Is there something I can do for you?”

“Just keeping Abby company.  She doesn’t feel good.”

Chloe looked down – and gasped.  “Oh my God!  Abigail!  What happened to you?”

Chloe could tell she was different.  Chloe could tell!  A wave of relief hit Abigail so hard, she almost fell to her knees.  If Elijah hadn’t been holding her, she very well might have.

“She’s got a sore throat,” the giant said.  “And I think she’s hungry.”

“You don’t understand.  She’s not….”  Chloe composed herself.  “Thank you, Elijah.  So much.”

Abigail nodded.  And hugged him again.

“No problem, happy to do it.  So uh, want me to come in for a minute?  I can hang out.”

Chloe gave Abigail an appraising glance, narrowing her eyes at the woman who was far less than half her size.  “No.  Another time, I think.  The two of us need to have a little girl talk.”

“Gotcha.  See you Friday, Abby.  Feel better.”

Without a word, Chloe picked her up.  She carried the tiny woman up the three flights to their apartment.  By the time they were inside, Abigail was crying.  This time, her tears were grateful.  Almost refreshing.

Chloe had her.  She was home.

Wednesday, May 29, 2024

Eve's Boutique - Ch 18

 Playing Dirty

Eve screamed.  She grabbed one of the tapestries hanging from her shop wall.  In a single motion, she ripped it down, and threw it halfway across the room.

She reached for another.

Lilith sat by the register, bare feet propped on the counter, watching her sister’s tantrum with an expression of mild interest.

“God damn it, Lilith!  How could you do this to me?”

Lilith picked her teeth with her thumbnail.  “It was really easy.”

Eve hunched her shoulders, shoving both hands against one of the thick pieces of canvas on the wall.  She growled from the back of her throat.  The growl slowly built into a howl.  The canvas started to smoke, then all at once burst into flames, and disappeared in a cloud of smoke and ash.

“Nice technique.  Careful you don’t set off the sprinkler system though.  Now why don’t you take a deep breath, and tell me what you learned from this experience?”

Eve whirled.  “Don’t try to play this off as some kind of lesson.  This is an atrocity.  You went after someone I’ve marked.  I’m getting The Rules involved, this is a flagrant violation of everything we–”

“It isn’t though.”  The blue-haired witch yawned.  “I’m allowed to stay in your shop until I find my own place.  So what if I felt like redecorating, and running things in your absence?  And I can’t be held liable if a customer uses something I sell to cause trouble – even if it just so happens to be trouble for your new little girlfriend.  That’s just your bad luck.”

“Of all the lawyerly fucking bullshit….”

“Tell me, Eve.  Do I need your permission to breathe?  To wipe my ass after I take a shit?  You can’t restrict my every action.  You were out.  I was bored.  I set a honeypot, and I caught a fly.”

Eve glared at her.

“Remind me, why are you so upset?  You’ve known that Abby girl for what, three days?”

“Four.”

Lilith smiled, leaning back further in her chair.  “So let’s be philosophical about this.  You tried to help this girl, and it didn’t work out.  It’s not the end of the world.  And sure, she lost a little height in the deal.  Some mental faculties, the ability to be perceived.  Is any of that your fault, if we really get down to the core of the matter?  Absolutely, all of it is.  But that doesn’t mean you have to suffer on the account of someone who, by all rights, is practically a stranger to you.  I mean, fuck ‘em, right?”

Eve turned away.  Her shoulders slumped, and a tiny sound escaped from the back of her throat.

“Oh boy.  Here come the waterworks.  I swear, you imprint on people faster than a baby duck.”

“Shut up.”

“If she means that much to you, go to her.  Right now.  Be the hero, fix this for her.”

Eve shot a look over her shoulder.  Tears were flowing freely from her eyes.  “You fucking well know I can’t.   It’s against The Rules, apparently.  I couldn’t even leave the shop with that intention.”

“Sucks to suck!  Cheer up, though.  You’ll probably never see poor little Abby again.  But you’ve still got the other two.  At least, for now.  Maybe you’ll be able to keep them safe long enough to win this little game of ours.  Fair warning, I wouldn’t get too attached.”

The two stared at each other for a long moment.

Finally, Eve looked away, wiping her eyes.  “I’m going to get you for this Lilith.  I swear.  Remember how you screamed, when you got that full-body Brazilian?  I’m going to think of something ten times – a hundred times worse!”

“Oh, I can’t wait!  We’ll make a whole day of it.  By the way, no screwing with… what’s her name.  The hot one.”

“Mackenzie.”

“Yeah her.  She’s mine now.  She drank my mead – so to speak.”

“Rad.  I’ll go get a mop.”

“Wait.”  Lilith dropped her feet to the floor, and stood in a fluid motion.  “As long as we’re talking about The Rules.  You’re keeping something from me.  I can smell it on you.  What is it?”

Eve mumbled.

Lilith touched her sister on the chin, made her look her in the eye.  “Say that again, please.”

Eve let out an exasperated sigh.  “I got invited to a party.”

“Oh ho ho.  Did you, now?  And did you accept the invitation?”

She nodded.

“And therefore…?”

Eve scowled.  “As per the arrangement of our respective domains, I formally invite you to join me at Abigail and Mackenzie’s party, at seven p.m. this Saturday evening.”

Lilith squealed, rubbing her hands together in glee.  “I formally accept.  Oh, we’re going to have so much fun together!  Gosh.  Should I bring my karaoke machine?  What am I going to wear?  So many choices, and only three days to decide.”

Monday, May 27, 2024

Eve's Boutique - Ch 17

Author's Note: sensitive readers may want to check the list of chapter-specific tags for Chapter 17 here. (Non-con implies transformations a person does not want, not non-con sex.) A summary is provided at the end of the chapter if you'd rather skip this.

Trivia - the chapter title is a reference to a song, that frames a conversation I was having with Abigail. Asking her permission, before I wrote this.


Bury Your Friends

Two underclassmen held the double doors for Abigail as she approached the ancient building where her biology class was held. 

“You’d think they would’ve had the entry widened for you by now,” one of them said, as the eight-foot woman crawled past in her pre-stressed jeans.

She laughed.  “You think this is bad?  The ceilings in the basement rooms aren’t even seven feet tall!”

She made her way down the hallway, her strides long and confident.  At five-eleven, people had noticed her.  At eight-foot-two, she was a celebrity.  People waved, and shouted greetings at her.

“Hey Abby?  How’s the barometric pressure?”

“Oh my God that outfit is amazing!  Where’d you get it?”

“Hey settle a bet, how much can you bench?”

She grinned at her admirers as she passed.  Her mere attention seemed to brighten their days, put smiles on their faces.  The feeling was more than mutual.

The lecture hall was large enough to accommodate at least a hundred students.  The individual desks, however, were far too small for her.  She looked for a place to sit, and saw her professor standing next to a large purple bean bag chair.  She’d seen the type on sale at a novelty store at a mall.  It was meant to fit a family of four.

“The university ponied up for some specialized seating,” the man explained, giving her a knowing smile.  “They decided it was bad press to have our most famous student sitting on the floor all the time.”

“Looks comfy.”  Abigail bent, testing its firmness, then allowed herself to sink down into the chair.  It poofed alarmingly, then slowly deflated until it conformed to the shape of her body.

She pulled out her notebook and pen – laughably tiny in her hands – and moved until she found a good position to write.  “Yeah, this’ll work great.  Thank you.  The only problem is, I don’t know how I’m going to get out of this damn thing.”

The professor winked.  “I’m sure you can find a few volunteers to haul you out.”

You know, she thought, as she relaxed into the chair.  This was turning out to be a pretty good day.

Then it occurred to her.  She and Elijah usually sat together, near the front row.  She was just starting to strategize an alternative way to get near him, when she heard someone loudly scraping a free-standing desk into place beside her.

“Hey, Abigail.  Nice bean bag.”

Even tiny, she still found him incredibly attractive.  She’d been worried about that.  “Hey Elijah.  I notice the bandages came off.  No more animal-related injuries?”

“Nope.  Doctor says I’ve got a clean bill of health.  Even up to date on my shots now.”

“I’m glad.  That seems pretty important with your lifestyle.”

“Uh-huh.  Anyway I got a ferret.”

Abigail’s jaw dropped.  “You didn’t.”

“I totally did.  Want to see pictures?”

“Oh my God yes!”

Elijah passed her his phone.  It was far too small in her hands, and she could hardly work the interface.  She lowered it and let him help her, flipping through pictures.

“His name is Mister Mistoffelees.  Here he is on my shoulder.  This is the playpen I’m building for him.  Here he is wearing a tiny hat.  Here’s him trying to flush my keys down the toilet….”

Abigail swooned.  “Isn’t that name from the musical Cats, though?  Why’d you give it to a ferret?”

“It’s because he’s magic.  He’s super good at disappearing, and showing up in places you don’t expect.  I need to duct tape all the cabinets shut tonight.”

Class started.  It was a lecture on Mendel again – why did this class always come back to those damn peas?  This time it was about how certain traits were more directly heritable than others.

“For example,” the professor said.  “Things like skin tone, susceptibility to certain medical conditions, and height have multiple genetic factors each.  Expression therefore exists across a continuum.  Two tall parents aren’t necessarily going to create a tall child.”

“Yeah, you should see my mom and dad,” Abigail called.  “They’re practically specks.”

The whole class – including the professor – laughed.

She kept glancing over at Elijah, as the lecture went on.  Sometimes he’d return her smile, his manner easy and relaxed.  From her high vantage, she could see his notebook.  He was drawing ferrets.

It took her a while to pick out Dylan, in the crowded lecture hall.  He sat in the middle section, difficult to see with the taller students around him.  She watched him, expecting him to turn back to catch a glimpse of her.  She must be pure fetish-fuel, given his size kink and her new height.  He was probably hoping they would hook up again.  She wondered what his memory of that event looked like, since he presumably thought she was always this tall.

But throughout the lecture, he didn’t look at her once.  When class ended, he grabbed his things, and practically ran out the door.

“Welp, nice seeing you Abby,” Elijah said, stuffing his notebook under his arm.  “I gotta go pick up ferret food.  Did you know they’re carnivores?”

Abigail reached down, and smoothly took his little hand in hers.  “Hey.  Would you maybe want to get a cup of coffee?  Like.  Now?”

“Oh, no can do.  Coffee is terrible for my IBS.  I could tell you stories… oh wait, those aren’t the kind of stories you’re supposed to share.”

She laughed gently.  “Okay, Elijah.  Let me be more clear.  I’m asking if you want to hang out with me, for no practical reason whatsoever.  Because I like you, and I want to spend time with you.”

“That sounds good.  I like you too, Abby.”  He continued to hold her hand.  It suddenly felt like the two of them were the only ones in the room.  “So uh.  There’s a neat little diner a couple blocks off campus.  They do an awesome milkshake – or so I hear, haven’t tried ‘em, I’m lactose-intolerant.  But the fries are super crispy, and Doreen always throws a few tater tots in with them, just for variety, and….”

“I’d love to,” Abigail said.  “Now?”

“Sure!”

They walked together.  With the two feet of height difference between them, it was awkward to keep holding hands.  They held them anyway.  People stared, but Abigail was used to that by now.  Over it, in fact.  She was with Elijah, and that was the only thing that mattered.

Across the quad, there was a large group of people gathered together.  They all clamored, shouting for attention, like someone was giving away free beer and supplies were running out.  Abigail peered at them curiously as they passed.  Her new height was perfect for gawking.

In the center of the mob was a figure she recognized at once.  Even with her back turned, Mackenzie Nole was unmistakable.

Abigail let out a long sigh.  “Hey Elijah?  Would you mind heading over to the diner and grabbing us a table?  There’s something I need to deal with.”

Elijah looked confused.  “Uh, I guess.  What’s up?”

She gave him a thin smile that didn’t quite touch her eyes.  “My roommate’s causing trouble.  I need to nip this in the bud.”

“Oh yeah, I know all about bud-nipping.  There was this time I started keeping Venus Fly Traps, and one thing led to another….”

She bent until they were almost the same height, and put a finger to his lips.  “I want to hear all about it.  Really.  I’ll see you soon.”

Abigail strode off toward the gathering throng, fists balled at her sides.  She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this angry.  Mackenzie definitely had class halfway across town today.  She was obviously skipping just to show up and try to snipe Elijah from her again.  It was time she set her straight, once and for all.

“No really, you’re too kind,” Mackenzie was saying.  “I would love to keep doing this, but there’s somewhere I need to be.  You’re all so lovely, though.  It just happens I’m throwing a party on Saturday….”

There was general commotion from the crowd.

“And you’re all welcome to come!”

They erupted in cheers.

“It’s BYOB,” Mackenzie added quickly.  “And if some of you would like to bring snacks?”

“Mackenzie.”

The smaller woman froze.  She turned guiltily, and looked up into Abigail’s face.

And the instant she met her eyes, every thought of being angry at Mackenzie was gone from her mind.  Her muscles went slack, and a massive smile practically split her face in two.

“Oh Abby!  I’m so glad you found me.  I don’t know where all these people came from.  Everyone wants to talk to me today it seems.”

“Yeah,” Abigail agreed vacantly.

“As long as you’re here, let me introduce you to some folks!  This is John, and this is Luis.  And Lou’s partner Kate.  John and Luis and I have been going out for months – separately, to be clear – but I just found out Lou was keeping me secret from Kate.  Thankfully she understands.”

“Yeah,” Kate moaned.  “Mackenzie is amazing.”

“Oh, that’s so nice of you to say dear!  Can I just say, I absolutely love that handbag.  Is that a Bottega Veneta?  Very sharp.”

Kate held up the bag.  “Take it.  It’s yours.”

“What?  Oh no I couldn’t!”

Kate looked as if she was going to cry.  She urgently pressed the bag into Mackenzie’s arms.

“I… suppose I can take it as a peace offering?  No hard feelings about Lou?  Oh, but at least take your wallet out, dear.”

Mackenzie returned her attention to Abigail.  “Sorry to show up unannounced like this.  But after last night, I really wanted to talk.  You don’t mind, do you?”

Abigail shook her head, grinning like an idiot.  Something was wrong.  Something was very wrong.

“Anyway,” Mackenzie went on.  “I’d like to find someplace private.  Maybe there’s somewhere around here?  I really feel like getting out of the sun – it’s going to ruin my make-up.”

“I know a place,” Abigail felt herself say.  She immediately spun on her heels, and began to walk off down campus.  Yet even as she did, she continued to look over her shoulder at Mackenzie.  The girl was so gorgeous, she just couldn’t tear her eyes away.

“Oh – slow down Abby!  There’s no hurry.”  Mackenzie paused.  The entire crowd was following them.  “Ahh, I’m afraid this is a private conversation, friends.  Would you mind giving us a little space?”

They scattered.

Abigail led the way, fighting herself with every step.  It was something about Mackenzie.  The way she looked, the way she talked.  Every time she made a suggestion, Abigail found herself compelled by it.  Mackenzie had told her to find someplace private, and she was going to do that, and if anything got in her way, she would knock it down.  She knew she was being controlled.  It didn’t matter in the slightest.

There was an empty classroom in the art building.  The giantess held the door for Mackenzie, then crawled in after her.  They stood facing each other.  Abigail’s breath came shallow, her eyes wide with terror.  But she could still feel that eager smile plastered on her face.

“I wanted to talk to you,” Mackenzie began.  “Because lately I feel like we’ve been drifting apart.  I hardly get to see you anymore–”

“We should spend a lot more time together,” Abigail said instantly.

“Abby, wait.  I appreciate you want to fix this.  But I have to say some things to you – even though they’re going to be hard to hear.”  Mackenzie took a deep breath.  “Abigail.  You’re my friend.  My Bestie.  And don’t get me wrong, I’ve always said Chloe is my very best friend but… I came up with that name for our club, because I want you to be my best friend, too.”

Abigail felt the woman’s words creeping into her mind.  Even as she recognized the inherent alienness of the thought, she felt it becoming true.  She watched her best friend’s pretty blue lips as she continued to speak.

“It hurt, that the two of you had a romantic fling without me.  These people I date… well, I love them all, in their own way.  But I love you two most of all.  And, I don’t want to make this all about your height, but you know how it makes me feel, and… if you could find it in your heart, or you know, your… other places, to fool around with me sometime….”

Horrified, Abigail began to reach for the smaller woman.  Her hand brushed against the strap of Mackenzie’s sun dress – started to pull it down.

Mackenzie giggled, and pushed her giant hand away.  “Wow, over-eager much?  Not here – I have a strict no-sex-in-public rule.  At least while the sun is up.  I’m really glad you feel so strongly about it though.  I should’ve brought this up months ago.”

“That would’ve been amazing.”

“We can discuss it with Chloe tonight.  If you want.  Gosh, I’m really into her, too!  She’s lovely.  But Abigail… you’re just so much bigger than her!  I have to admit, I’m kind of intimidated by your height.”

“Take it.”

Mackenzie laughed out loud.  “Abigail, what are you talking about?”

But Abigail could already see her friend starting to grow.  Inching taller, her dress growing taut around her chest.  As Abigail felt herself sinking lower.

“Now I’m worried you really are going to think it’s all about your height.”  The growing woman chuckled.  “I had this whole speech planned – about why I like you so much.  I’m glad you’re so agreeable, but it’s got me a little flustered.  Before today I hadn’t felt out of control around romantic matters in years.  But oh, on that subject!  I met the most lovely woman today, who absolutely swept me off my feet.  She has this cute little shop, and the products she sells!  This is going to sound weird, but I think she’s magic, and she did this thing where….”

The woman trailed off, looking down at herself, puzzled.  The moment she looked away, Abigail blessedly felt herself stop shrinking.

“My dress isn’t supposed to be this tight,” she said.  “And oh no.  There’s a little rip right there, do you see it?  Along my chest.”

Abigail opened her mouth to say something, but whatever it was died in her throat as Mackenzie looked up at her again.

“I’ll fix it,” she replied, instead.

Feeling disoriented, Abigail began to rummage in her backpack.  She’d lost maybe nine inches of height in just a few seconds, and everything felt a little off.  Deep inside, a part of her was in full-on panic.  She had to get away, had to find a cure for this.  There was magic at work here, powerful magic, and she was too scared to figure out how it worked.  She needed time, a quiet place to figure out the trick.

Mackenzie looked on curiously as Abigail pulled out the bottle of Eve’s fitting spray.  Her best friend had become quite tall – six and a half feet at least – but thankfully Abigail still towered over her by almost a foot.  Before the woman could react, she spritzed Mackenzie’s dress, and each of her summer sandals.  Like an optical illusion, the garments suddenly fit -- shaping to reform around the woman after her sudden growth spurt.  The tear in her dress didn’t mend itself.  It simply ceased to be, leaving the outfit better than it had ever been before.

“Abigail,” Mackenzie breathed, looking at her in wonder.  “That was.  Amazing!  What is that stuff?  It’s an absolute miracle.”

She handed the bottle to Mackenzie, as a voice began to scream inside her.  That was Eve’s present!  She couldn’t have it, it was supposed to be for her!  No, no…!

“It’s yours.”

Mackenzie gave her a stunned smile.  She looked down at the bottle in her hands, then back at Abigail.  “You used that on your outfit, too?  Didn’t you?”

Abigail nodded.  Despite losing so much height, everything she wore still fit like a second skin.

“I think we both found some magic.  Didn’t we?”  Mackenzie gave her a knowing look – then carefully tucked the bottle into Abigail’s backpack for her.  “It’s lovely.  But you keep it, okay?”

Abigail breathed an inner sigh of relief.  A part of her wanted to weep with gratitude.  Still, she could only smile, vapid and eager, at the still-smaller woman.

“Anyway,” Mackenzie said.  “I feel like there was something I wanted to tell you.  What was I saying?”

“‘What was I saying?’” Abigail parroted.  The words were only barely under her control, but she’d managed to nudge the conversation a little by literally repeating the last thing Mackenzie had said.  She felt proud at this tiny act of damage control.

Mackenzie laughed.  “Oh Abby.  I can never get enough of you.  Thanks for the talk.  I’ll see you at home, okay?  And maybe we can discuss a new… arrangement?”

“I’d love that.”

Her best friend winked, and walked out of the classroom.

The moment she was gone, Abigail felt her will return to her in a sudden rush.  She sank to her knees, and let out a long, shuddering sigh.  What the hell was that?  Whenever Mackenzie spoke – and especially when she made eye contact – there was a kind of power emanating from her.  It felt like Eve’s magic, but that didn’t feel right.  It wasn’t at all like the previous evening, where she was still in control of her actions.  With Kayla and Chloe, it felt like it was simply easier to do what she actually wanted.

This, though?  Was entirely different.  She was being coerced – forced to give Mackenzie anything she wanted, to obey her slightest whim.

Okay.  She was through being scared.  First order of business: Eve could help.  She’d probably be at her shop by now….

“Oh!  I remembered!”

Mackenzie was standing in the doorway, grinning from ear to ear.  Abigail immediately felt her own expression snap into place, mirroring that smile.

“This is what I wanted to say.  See, there was this little game we used to play at my elementary school, when someone was shy, and needed to know everyone in class really liked them.”

The smaller woman took her by the hands.

“It’s called ‘Bury Your Friends in Love.’  I’m going to tell you all the things I like about you.  All you have to do is listen.  Okay?”

Abigail tried to pull away.  With all her will, everything she had.

She managed to jerk her left wrist a fraction of an inch.

“There’s no need to be nervous, Abigail.”

“You’re right, Mackenzie.  Please tell me, I want to hear whatever you have to say.”

Mackenzie sparkled, her expression filled with adoration.  “So.  I don’t want to keep harping on this – you’re going to think I’m such trash – but I love how beautifully tall you are.”

“Take it.”

“And I’m glad it’s something that we have in common.  It’s such a joy to finally get to express my attraction to a woman who’s actually taller than me.  It’s hard, you know?  As big as I am.  And even if it’s only a few inches….”  Mackenzie paused.  “Even if we’re about the same height.  I’m really attracted to you.  And it doesn’t matter that I’m taller.  I used to have this thing where I’d only sleep with people I could look up to, but that’s silly for someone as big as me, isn’t it?”

“Really silly.”  Abigail could only grin back, as inch after inch of her height flowed into Mackenzie.  She was shrinking so fast, and it wasn’t stopping, it wasn’t stopping….

“And you have such an amazing figure!  You’ve got a great ass and… well maybe this is crude to say, but I find the shape of your breasts really attractive.  Plus I don’t know when you started going to the gym, but damn girl!  That’s some very nice tone you’ve got going!”

“It’s yours.”

“Oh, I’ll make it mine tonight.  Believe me.”  The giantess gave her a seductive smirk, as her body grew more curvy and fit.  Abigail suddenly felt so incredibly weak that she could hardly stand.

“Anyway.  You’re also really attractive!  Like.  Cute.  I promise.  Or ah, even if people wouldn’t call you conventionally pretty, you’ve got this kind of glow about you.”

Her head wasn’t even level with Mackenzie’s chest anymore.  She could see the woman stealing everything from her.  She was losing her figure, her muscle, her beauty.  All of it fueling her roommate’s ascension.

“But it isn’t just the way you look,” Mackenzie was saying.  “You have other good qualities.  You’re smart.  Charismatic.  Persuasive.  Always the center of attention.  And you have such a lovely speaking voice.”

“Take….” Abigail managed to squeak.  But even as her mouth continued to work, no sound came out.

“I know this is hard for you.  I’m sure you’ve always felt like you’re beneath me.  As short as you are, maybe you’ve even worried you were beneath everyone?  Sorry, I didn’t mean to turn into your therapist.  At any rate, I’d understand if you feel you’re not worthy of my attention.  But Abigail.  Everyone feels that way around me.  I mean – just look at me!  I promise you though, I can’t wait to pursue this… thing we have between us.”

Mackenzie was bent double now just to maintain eye contact with Abigail.  When she stood to her full, gargantuan height, Abigail’s head was well beneath the woman’s knee.

“I’m really glad we had this chat, Abby.  I’ll leave you for now.  But remember.  If you ever need a little more affirmation, I’ll be here for you.”

Even lying flat, turned on her side, Mackenzie could barely fit out the door.

Abigail collapsed to the floor – tiny, and helpless, and alone.  She tried to wail in misery, but even that was denied to her.  When she cried, her tears were silent, and bitter.


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Summary: Abigail is having a great day. She's a college celebrity at her new height. Elijah sits next to her, and announces he has a new pet ferret. After class, Abigail succeeds in asking him on a date to a local diner. On the way, they meet Mackenzie, who is surrounded by a crowd of admirers. Abigail is angry, believing Mackenzie cut class to try to steal Elijah. As soon as Mackenzie makes eye contact, Abigail finds herself compelled to agree with everything Mackenzie says, and to give her anything she says she likes. In private, Mackenzie tells Abigail that she met a witch, and wants to share the experience with her. She then begins to confess her romantic feelings for Abigail, and how important Abigail is to her as a friend. She tells her all the things she admires about her. Mackenzie is unaware she is stealing these things from Abby. Abigail ends up 2'11", without the ability to think clearly, speak, or be noticed. Mackenzie is eleven feet tall.