Wrong Potion, Mistress

"Wrong Potion, Mistress"

A Daz3D render and #KinkyScribble.  674 words, writing/editing time, ~1 hour

CW: Addiction, aphrodisiac, breast/curve loss, muscle loss, shrinking, F/f, role reversal 

The wine was on ice, the charcuterie board was immaculate. Everything was in order, and her guests would arrive any minute.

Emma fidgeted. There has to be one more thing. Something else she could do to make the evening slightly more perfect. It was a gnawing, itching sensation. In her chest, at the back of her throat.  

The answer was obvious, of course.  What she could to really make an impression. It was a bad idea.  Especially in front of all these people, none of whom could know her secret.

A terrible idea, she thought, as her feet carried her to her bedroom. But it didn’t have to be a big thing. Just a little bump. A few extra inches, so she wouldn’t need heels. More curves, to help fill out her dress, a little muscle tone for her otherwise slender frame. If she did it subtly, no one would even notice. It was like a good contouring with a high quality eyeliner.  If you did it right, it should look natural.

Emma unlocked her hope chest, and pulled open the velvet-lined drawer. Inside, she kept the latest version of her formula - alongside an emergency antidote, in case things went wrong. She looked over her shoulder somewhat guiltily, making sure she was alone. Then carefully, allowed one little drop to fall on her tongue.

Instantly, her body began to warm. She closed her eyes, luxuriating in it.  Feeling it turn on transcription factors, elevate her metabolism, flood her body with hormones. It was like the most pleasant parts of puberty, condensed into a moment. She giggled, as her body began to change.

Of course, one drop would hardly be noticeable, reasoned a small voice in her mind. Two would be better. Wouldn’t it? She bit her lip, considering.  An awful idea, the worst. But as soon as the thought had occurred, the decision was made. Really, it was her own fault.  Her attention to detail had just made the formula feel too good.  How could she be expected to resist?

She let a second drop fall from the stopper. Then a third. And a fourth.

She moaned.

“Mistress, I believe I’m done for the evening. Is there anything else I should attend….” Her maid trailed off, heavy footfalls stopping abruptly in the doorway. “Oh,” Lilian said. “Wrong potion, Mistress.”

Her head was spinning now, her pulse pounding in her ears. Her dress no longer fit properly, and something was wrong, so wrong. The strap slipped from her shoulder, slid down her arm. For a moment, her breasts held the fabric in place, but even as she watched she could see her firm C cups growing smaller, melting into perky little B’s. The dress tumbled, folding in on itself, then abruptly fell to pool at her ankles, her too-slender hips no longer any obstacle to gravity.

“We agreed, the red potion was for growth.” There was laughter in Lilian’s voice, as she entered the room. “The blue is the antidote.”

“I thought red meant stop,” Emma whimpered, her voice tiny and pathetic even to her own ears.

“Huh-uh. Red is to heat up, and blue is to cool off. Oh dear Mistress. You’ve really taken too much this time. Just look at you.”

Emma found herself frozen in place, as her maid approached. Her whole body vibrated as the changes accelerated. Losing her curves, losing her strength… shrinking so fast now. It felt good, why did she make it feel so good?

“Don’t worry Mistress. I’ll tell your guests that you are indisposed this evening. And then.” Lilian bent, reaching for her.

Emma didn’t run. She even felt herself leaning forward her giant maid, like a tiny sapling in a storm. “What are you going to do to me?” she groaned.

“Why, make sure you remember for next time, Mistress.” The hands of the giantess were her almost upon her. Emma shivered, and considered a fifth drop. “And since we have all evening now, I know just the way to make the lesson stick.”

Savior - My Blue Heaven SizeRiot Story

So I've been doing more 3D modeling.  Lately, I decided to take a break from any in-depth series work, and focus on introductions for some of my favorite Original Characters.  If you're a fan of my writing, though, the ones I chose to introduce probably aren't familiar to you.  

Alana and Eve are two of my favorites, though.  They live in my head more than just about any other characters I've invented, in part because they have an extremely weird relationship.  Friends, rivals, colleagues.  An over-simplification: one is 'push,' and the other is 'pull.'

One of their two appearances was in my SizeRiot entry back in October 2020 - My Blue Heaven.  The contest technically disallows the use of OC's - sorry for cheating - so they appeared under different names in the original piece.  The contest called for writing about our favorite fantasy, an ideal world... and there was no other story I wanted to tell, than these two finding a way to reconcile their differences.

Here it is, with the names as originally intended.  Maybe, in context, it makes more sense now.

CW: F/f, growth, shrinking, mildly NSFW, psychobable, sadness 

Savior

“You’re still looking ahead of us,” Eve says, giving me that knowing smile I’ve always found so irritating.  “Don’t do that.  Look at me.”

I try, because I promised I would do as she says tonight, and I keep my promises.  I still can’t tell if this is a good idea.  

It’s involuntary though, and my vision jerks again and again to the path before us.  Looking for cracks in the sidewalk.  Fallen branches, curbs.  Anything Eve might trip over.  It’s just how I am.  It’s what’s required of me.  Especially around Eve.  

A part of my attention is always looking for danger, because I know she won’t look for it herself.  I have, in the years I’ve known her, pulled Eve out of the path of no less than half a dozen oncoming cars.  And sure, she’s grateful.  Acts all solemn, thanks me and everything.  But these brushes with death haven’t made her the slightest bit more careful.  

Eve is still watching me, and I made a promise, so I force myself to look only at her.  The night is cold.  My heart is beating fast.  She takes my hand.

“You can trust me.  You know you can.”

“See, I don’t know that I do know that.”

She grins.  “Alana, come on.  You’ve never seen me trip.”

“False.”  I sneak a glance ahead.  Crosswalk coming up.  Traffic’s in our favor though.  “You’ve tripped plenty of times.”

When I look back, Eve is rolling her eyes.  “You’ve never seen me fall, though.  Besides, you trip plenty yourself.”

That’s true.  I go silent, and she has the grace not to rub it in.  

We’re at the street, and she steps straight into traffic, pulling me along.  There are butterflies in my stomach, but she’s watching me, and I don’t want to cheat.   There are no screeching tires, no honking or swearing.  On the other side we step over the opposite curb in unison.  It’s stupid, but in the moment it feels like the most intimate thing I can imagine.  She nods, satisfied.  “We’re almost there.  Are you doing okay?”

“Yeah.  It’s scary but… I need this.”

“I want you to do something for me, then.  Do you know what it is?”

“Yeah.”  I’m shaking a little.

“I can do it for you, if that makes things easier.  Do you want that?”

I consider it.  Eve could certainly help.  Force things on me, so all I’d have to do is lose.  But that would defeat the purpose of this exercise.  

I come to a stop, careful to follow the rules, not take my eyes off her.  She turns, and we stand facing each other.  I take both her hands.  “Let me try.”

It occurs how we almost never stop.  Or bother to look  each other in the eye like this.  How we talk—or mostly argue—every single day as we walk together.  But always side by side, facing front.  She’s taller than me.  Not that it matters for people like us, but it gives me something to focus on.  I take in a deep, shuddering breath.  Then I let it out, exhaling my size along with it.  

An inch.  Two.  Three.  Coming faster than I want, inelegant, like a muscle defaulting after overuse, and I know she sees this.  It’s embarrassing, unprofessional.  With an effort, I stop.  

Eve’s smiling.  I can tell she’s proud of me.  I can feel it radiating off her like a newly risen sun, and that makes me feel nice, and that makes me feel scared.  I’ve been the wrong shape for so long.  Admitting that is humiliating, and I’ve as much as signed her a confession in the language we both speak.

Even worse: it's still hanging between us.  That stale exhalation of breath, not dispersing in the breeze.  God.  I’ve apparently left her an offering.  Eve asks with a raised eyebrow what she should do, and I answer with the faintest hint of a nod.  She breathes it in, making fresh and verdant what was poison in me.  Gaining those inches I’ve lost.  

I think of the carbon cycle.

It’s half a block to her apartment.  We don’t meet anyone, and it’s only after we arrive that I realize I didn’t take my eyes off her the whole way.

“Would you like to come inside, Alana?  It’s very important that you use your words.”

“Yes please.”  I emphasize it, shrinking again, overeager.  So hard to stop now that I’ve started.  I sink into my clothes, and Eve grows without comment.  Gentle now that she knows gentleness will do.  She holds the door.

Her apartment is warm, and better decorated than I’d imagined.  Eve apparently has a taste for antiques and curios.  So strange that’s never come up, when we’ve spoken what must be millions of words.  She comes up behind me, her chin gently resting on top of my head, and folds her arms over my chest.  It’s wordless comfort.  I fight the urge to let it all go, shrink down to the size of a teddy bear, let her hold me.  But that’s too much, I’m not ready for it yet.

“How do you want this to go?” she whispers.

“I don’t know.”  The words sound strange to my own ears.  “It’s supposed to be easy, but it isn’t.”

“Why is it supposed to be easy?  Because it looks that way for other people?  All those oblivious little souls.  Giving in, letting big, scary Alana watch out for them.”  I can hear the smirk in her voice, but the teasing is good natured, and anyway she’s not wrong.  “It’s easy for me.  But that doesn’t matter in the slightest.  You don’t have to ‘win’ at this.  No one’s keeping score.  And we’re going at your pace, okay?  So, take a deep breath for me.”

I do.  When I exhale I shrink again.

“You don’t have to be strong tonight.  Or protect me.  I love you Alana.  I don’t say it enough.  I love your strength, the way you keep me safe.  It’s your best quality.  But it’s time for you to rest.  You’re safe.  And I would like it very much if tonight, for once, you let me protect you, instead.”

She’s in front of me now.  Towering over me.  Then kneeling, and I’m still looking up at her.  God, I’ve shrunk so much…  

“You’re doing a good job,” she whispers.  “And I’m proud of you.”

My cheeks grow hot, and I pull my gaze away.  “Did… did I tell you I almost adopted a cat?” I blurt.  “The other day?”

“No, you didn’t.”

I swallow, studying my feet.  “Y-yeah.  It was Saturday night.  Remember, when it was really cold?  There was a… a stray.  She was hiding under a car, screaming her little fool head off.  And she was scared, so scared.  Probably knew deep down she was going to die of exposure, unless she found someplace to warm up.”

Eve’s drawing me in to a hug.

“So I went upstairs.  Got a box, and a blanket, and some tuna.  Set it out for her.  God, I must’ve spent half an hour.  Just talking in a soothing voice.  Telling her everything was okay.  That if she’d just trust me I’d take her home.  Keep her safe, and warm.  That I’d… that I’d save her.”

Eve is kissing me now.  Her lips are wet.  I must be crying.

“It took forever.  But she came out.  Meowing all the time, and so cautious.  They only meow when they want something from a human, did you know?  And she almost got in the box, Eve.  She was so close.”  I hardly have any strength left, and I’m clinging to her, and she’s holding me.

“What happened?”

“She was three steps away.  I needed to scoop her into the box, just a little push.  Then shut the lid over her.  I knew she’d run if I moved.”  I laugh.  “So I grew instead.  Until I was big enough to reach.”

“That’s smart.  I always find animals just get confused when I’m growing.  But in my experience it doesn’t scare them, as long as I go slow.”

“Right.”  It feels nice to talk shop with her.  Familiar footing.  “They’re like, ‘Humans are always bigger than me, what difference does it make how much?’”

“Exactly.  And did it work?”

“Alright, so.  I’m reaching toward this cat.  Must be twenty feet tall, and it’s freezing.  My jacket is in tatters, and I’m wearing my favorite jeans.  It doesn’t matter.  I just want to save this cat so bad.  It’s all I want.  Just a few more inches… when I grow into some trashcans behind me.”

Eve winces.  “Ouch.”

“I startle, almost fall, and… she’s just gone.”  I’m crying again.  Silent, and bitter.  Making a mess of Eve’s shirt, but it’s badly torn now anyway.  “Plus, insult to injury?  I got stuck like that.  I was too upset, couldn’t make myself shrink down for over and hour.  I had to curl up in the garage to stay warm.”

“Oh Alana.”  Eve sighs, and her hand covering my whole back as she pets me.  “Is that the last time you saw her?  The cat?”

“Yeah.  I mean, the next morning her food was gone.  I think she came back that night, after I left.  Maybe slept there too.  But, God.  I have almost unlimited power at my disposal, and I couldn’t even save one stupid animal.”

She touches my chin, makes me look into her eyes.  She practically fills my vision.  “You did though.  You gave her affection.  A meal.  A warm place to spend the night.”

“But….”

“Alana.”  Her voice is surprisingly firm.  “You did good.  You weren’t perfect, you made mistakes.  Because you’re human.  No matter how powerful you are, no matter how big you grow, you can’t save everyone.  All you can do is try.  And accept that most times, you’ll fail.”

I’m shrinking really fast now.  “I know, but….”

“That’s right.  You know.  You need to feel.”  She’s standing, frowning down at me, too big for the room.  If I get any smaller I’ll fit in the palm of her hand.  “So how do you feel now?  Scared?  Tiny?”  Eve gives me a wicked grin.  “Helpless?”

“No….”

“No?”

“I feel… safe.”  I lift my arms to her.

She beams at me.  And grows.

When Eve reaches for me, I’m not thinking about the world.  How badly it needs my help, my protection.  For once I’m not thinking about the temptation.  To grow, and grow, until I’m finally big enough to save everyone.  

I could get that big, you know.  At least I think so.  I’ve never tested my limits.  On some level, I know that if I tried, I’d only crush it all beneath my feet.  That there’d be no one left to save.

As Eve carries me off to bed, she is my world.  And she can protect herself.

Remember: none of this changes things between Eve and I.  She’s too soft, and constantly makes little messes I have to clean up.  She’s not afraid to say what she thinks of me either.  That I’m officious, overbearing.  No fun.

Later that night, she thanks me.  I’m almost asleep, using her palm for a pillow, snuggled against the mountain of her chest.  “What for?” I ask, because I know she isn’t thanking me for the height—it isn’t as if Eve needs my help to grow.  And if it’s for the other stuff, that’s just rude.

“For being my kitten.”  She gives me a smile that is grateful, and beatific, and sad.  “You aren’t the only one who wants to save the world, Alana.  Or the only one feeling overwhelmed, stuck going about things the wrong way.  So thank you, for being vulnerable.  For letting me save something.  Even if that something is very, very small.”  She gives me a squeeze.  “Thank you for letting me be here for you.  Until tomorrow, when you’re here for me.”

Following the Recipe - Pt. 5

 

Anna led the slowly dwindling girl back to the living room. Michelle’s head was really starting to spin. The pleasant, slightly-drunk arousal of the potion was hitting her hard, making it nearly impossible to think straight. Her palms were sweaty. The tiny hairs on the back of her arms and neck stood on end. 

“Know what I noticed earlier?” Anna asked in a dark voice. “On the dance floor? That physical exertion makes your little shrinking potion work faster. It makes sense, you know. Your heart pounds, your blood flows. Your body processes it faster.” 

“Anna, please don’t be mad at me. I’m sorry I laughed. I really wasn’t thinking.”

The larger woman suddenly placed her hand in the center of Michelle’s chest. She pressed, forcing her back, until the smaller girl felt herself pushing against the couch. Anna held here there with all her weight, smirking mercilessly. “Struggle,” she ordered.

Michelle did. She wrapped both hands around the larger girl’s wrist, set herself against the couch, pushed back with all her might. At first she was succeeding, actually pushing Anna away…but then she moaned, felt a wave of ecstasy pass through her body. She dwindled, her head slipping lower than the edge of the couch. 

“More.” 

It was harder this time, so much harder. Anna was getting so heavy, and every bit of her weight was on Michelle. She could hardly breathe, but still she struggled, beads of sweat appearing at her temples, arms shaking. Too soon she could feel it building again, and building, until she cried out in pleasure, let herself go limp as she shrank in a giant burst. Michelle watched in mingled elation and horror as Anna grew, a predatory smirk on the giant woman’s lips. Before she was merely ‘tall’ to her…now Michelle felt utterly dwarfed. Her head barely reached Anna’s armpits, and she was still shrinking so fast. It was utterly hopeless to fight. 

Anna gave her a long moment, watching the realization come over Michelle, let her accept this. Then, finally, she released her.

“Open.” Anna tapped her gently on the lips. 

Michelle did. The giant girl unscrewed the vial, slowly offered it. Michelle accepted. A single bitter drop fell on her tongue.

“Swallow,” Anna said, though she already had. She made Michelle open her mouth to confirm that it was all gone, then gave her a demeaning little pat on the head. “Why of COURSE all is forgiven cutie. I know it was a simple mistake, that you’d never INTENTIONALLY laugh at ME.” Suddenly Anna was all sweetness and nice, her tone insultingly childish. It made Michelle feel hot…which only made her shrink faster.

“Now then. I think there are MUCH more pleasant ways to get your heart racing, little girl. Would you like to explore THOSE? Instead of wrestling with your big, sexy girlfriend?”

That word again. Michelle felt tears of happiness at the corners of her eyes. Meekly, she nodded.

The larger woman led Michelle to her easy chair. She felt so impossibly small before it, as if it was the altar of some nameless goddess. It towered high above, far too large for someone as tiny as she. Had she ever actually been that big? It seemed impossible.

“Up.” Anna pointed. 

Michelle did her best to climb into the seat. It took her three tries. On the first, a sudden pulse of shrinking made her miss her grip on the armrest. The second, she failed when her growing friend kept pinching and massaging her bare little ass while she was trying to climb. She barely succeeded, before the most powerful bolt of shrinking yet coursed through her eager little body. Michelle arched her back, fingers digging into the armrest as she shrank three more inches, her hips thrusting forward in slow, suggestive circles. “More! So good…fuck! Please more!”

“God I love you.”

Michelle turned in shock, found Anna staring back at her with an identical expression of surprise. She suddenly looked terribly embarrassed.

“I know, it was a slip.” Michelle’s voice was very small. “Just a thing people say. You didn’t mean it…like that.” 

Anna shrugged guiltily. “I mean. I….” She took a deep breath. And smiled. “Is it okay if I have? Loved you, I mean. For a like a really long time? College was a long time ago, and like we never even dated?  But…. And you don’t have to feel that way, too, but….”

Michelle crawled on her knees to the edge of the couch, and embraced her giant friend. She hugged her tight, little arms squeezing with all their might. On her tip toes, Anna was almost the right height for this, just a bit too low. When a moment later Michelle shrank again, they were a perfect fit. Anna touched the smaller girl on the cheek, turning her, until their lips were as close as they could possibly be without touching.

“You can’t kiss me yet,” Michelle whispered, staring into Anna’s eyes, vision blurred by tears. “It’s too soon. You’ll shrink.”

Anna kissed her. She kissed Michelle with a savage, unrelenting passion, as though she channeled every bit of emotion held in trust for all the years she’d been apart. Michelle found herself being pushed back, as Anna maintained the kiss even as she tried to climb into the chair to join her. The larger woman made it in only two tries.

The space felt cozy, with the two of them now. Anna paused a moment to undo the makeshift ties on her massive dress. Michelle sat up straight in the back of the chair, while her much larger friend undressed before her. She felt utterly in awe. She realized that in all the time they had pined for each other, it was the first time Michelle had ever seen Anna this way. The woman had been reserved, reluctant to share herself this way, perhaps afraid to be vulnerable. Her body, the proportions of her, the pliant firmness and gentle curvature. She would have been magnificent, even if she HADN’T appeared, to Michelle’s eyes, to be nearly eight feet tall.

Anna shrank then. Just a little. A tiny pulse that widened her eyes, elicited a soft coo of acceptance. Michelle’s body responded in kind at once – edged on by the erotic sight of watching her lover dwindle, or a consuming need to reassure Anna that she was the big one for tonight. Her own fit of shrinking was much more dramatic, several inches melting away over the span of nearly ten seconds. She cried and moaned, looking up at the other girl with mouth open wide. One hand massaged Anna’s thigh with a hungry desperation. The other crept closer to the place where her own legs came together, drawn by magnetism and instinct.

But Anna grinned, and shook her head. “Let me.”

With hardly any effort, she lifted the tiny girl, cradled her against her chest like a small child, sat down with Michelle across her lap. The smaller woman allowed herself to be manipulated, exposed completely before Anna, her entire body tingling with desire and need for the giantess who held her.

Anna took her time. Stroking her ears, and neck. Massaging both of her breasts in turn with a single giant hand, allowing the nipples to roll beneath the flat of her palm, then the tips of her fingers. Tracing the dull edge of her nails down Michelle’s thigh, making the girl open to her through nothing more than the simple forces of romantic gravity. 

Twice Anna shrank in the midst of this, moaning with her lips pressed to Michelle’s cheek, and each time afterward was obliged to shift the suddenly larger but still miniscule woman in her lap. Michelle easily outdid her. Each time her cries grew in pitch and desperation, and Anna grew more gentle and caring. 

The auburn-haired goddess was orbiting the rim of Michelle’s sex now, bringing her finger closer with each pass. She throbbed, ached for attention, but always Anna would pull away at the last second. The first gentle stroke against her labia made the tiny girl scream and shrink, as the contact nearly send Michelle over the edge. From high above Anna laughed, lightly wetting her fingertip in the soaking folds of the tiny girl’s pussy. Michelle stiffened. And then, as light as a feather, Anna began to pet her swollen little clit. The shrinking girl dug her hands into her giant lover, trembling from the effort to stay still. She gulped and coughed, sounds coming out of her mouth that were all senseless amalgams of g’s and m’s and o’s.

“You want to cum for me, sweetie?”

“Yes! Please!”

“Say it again. Keep saying it.”

“Please Anna, please make me cum. Please, please…PLEEEEEASE!”

The shift was subtle. A little more pressure, a tiny increase in speed. That was all it took. Afterward came another, and another. Anna cradled the little girl in her arms, shifting her to new positions so she could pleasure her in new ways. An enormous index finger sliding in, and out, and in again, while her inner muscles twitched and spasmed against its enormity. Two fingers, one against her clitoris and another on her perineum, moving in fast matching ovals. A giant palm massaging her entire vulva, flicking back and forth while little flecks of wetness splashed out in all directions. Each lasted only a few seconds – each COULD last only a few seconds, before Michelle was shrieking and thrashing and cumming again.

When Michelle could take it no more, she lay curled protectively in Anna’s lap, her heart fluttering, gasping for each breath. The giantess pet her, shushed her. “It’s alright sweetie, it’s alright.” Her voice was sensual, and terribly deep. “You’re okay. I’m right here. Right here. Just relax.”

The tiny woman allowed herself to drift as her lover reassured her, but then she stirred. “Don’t…let me go to sleep. I still…want to get you off.” Her voice was groggy, thick, barely above a whisper.

Anna hugged her a bit tighter. “Yeah?” she growled. “You think you can handle me? You’re pretty tiny, kiddo.”

 “I wanna try.” Michelle moaned weakly. “Real bad.”

The two tiny girls helped each other climb down. Michelle supported Anna first, counter-balancing the larger woman for the surprisingly large drop to the floor. The giantess looked a little embarrassed by the whole affair. Michelle edged up until her butt was on the edge of the enormous seat, and let the giant girl lift her down to the floor. Michelle looked up – and gasped. A deep instinct made her take a step away from the titaness before her, which was pointless, since she immediately collided with the chair. Anna, who appeared to Michelle to be nearly eleven feet tall but who was quite visibly diminutive, laughed. She took the much smaller girl by the hand. “Where’s your bedroom?”

Following the Recipe - Pt. 4

 

The purple-haired woman checking ID’s at the door looked like she didn’t want to let Michelle in. She pointed out that her height definitely did NOT much her license. Anna turned all her unbridled charm on the woman, spinning a tragic tale about how hard life was for her friend, how no one thought someone who was four and a half feet tall could POSSIBLY be a real woman. The pain, the webs of deception and self-denial. But the bouncer – SHE wasn’t like that, was she? A few eyelash flutters later the two were inside, miraculously escaping notice that they were both barefoot.

The club was packed, and a ripple of interest followed two petite women. Michelle let Anna pull her along, head in a fog. She was surrounded by giants! It was rare that ANYONE in a crowd this size would be taller, and certainly no one female. She was by far the shortest person in the room, and felt very much on display. In her previous life she was often the center of attention, but a powerful one. It made people hesitate to stare. At her new size, not a single person had any apprehension about gawking at her.

Anna, quite tiny herself, didn’t seem bothered by the attention in the slightest. She smirked, not evening acknowledging anyone in the room with the exception of Michelle, constantly looking over her shoulder to make sure the tiny woman was still following behind. With Anna a stone wall to the outside world, more and more people were watching Michelle, the smaller and much more diffident of the pair. She could feel their attention like a physical weight. It made her warm and shameful, gave her an unfamiliar sense of helplessness. She had to admit, the novelty of the sensation, of being the smallest of the small, was kind of hot. 

Okay – VERY hot.

A tattooed giantess of a woman who must be nearly five seven bumped into Michelle, narrowly avoiding spilling beer all over the tiny girl. The woman looked around, trying to find the person she’d collided with…and finally looked down. Their eyes met. In a sudden shock, Michelle’s ingrained affinity for people who were taller than her made all the alarm bells start ringing in her head. She froze like a deer in the headlights. The woman stepped closer, apologizing, but Anna was tugging her on. “It’s okay!” she called. The woman gave her a flirty smirk, but then she was gone.

Giants banged into her, again and again. Dozens of times people almost tromped on her poor little feet with their terrifying heels and stilettos. The world was a jumble of shoulders and elbows, chests and backs. She couldn’t see more than a couple of feet in any direction. Bodies everywhere, her vision blocked by the display of titanic physical form. Halter tops and bikinis above her head. Curves and bulges barely concealed by jeans and tight leather pants. 

Every single one set off Michelle’s old dopamine pathway, her brain screaming out again and again in exhalation: “SOMEONE IS TALLER!” And the smell of them, how had she never noticed it before? Sweat and excitement, the air thick with pheromones. 

Her friend seemed unaffected by this. Even when Anna’s grip tightened, and the girl ahead lost another inch of height in a little burst. Her confidence never wavered as she pushed them past the crowd, to the dance floor, to a bright little clearing in the center. There her giant friend stopped, held her, looked hungrily down into her eyes.

They danced. There was no form to it, no structure. She moved, let Anna move her. The two miniature women orbited each other on the floor, at times separated by almost ten feet, at times so close that Michelle could feel the heat of Anna’s breath on her face. Here, people were conscious of her movements. No one bumped her, though many came provocatively, deliciously close. The woman with the tattoos was there, smoldering and enormous, hips thrusting suggestively as Michelle danced past. She let herself flow with the gravitation of all of these giants, always coming back to Anna, the star at the center of the universe. Far from the largest. But one with more attraction than all the rest combined.

She shrank again, as the bass throbbed through her body, the sound of her squeals lost in the music. Anna caught her hand, grinning evilly as she dropped lower. Even at its tightest, her skirt couldn’t keep up with how small she was now, and it fell into a puddle at her feet. The fitted shirt was a dress on her now, hanging well past her knees. Anna offered her thigh, and without thinking Michelle spread her legs and ground herself against it. The scent of her own arousal came to her, sharp and sweet.

Song after song they danced, the transitions smooth, making time meaningless. Anna’s face high above, smirking with approval, locks of auburn hair clinging wetly to her forehead. The girl towered over her still, but even as over-stimulated as she was, Michelle could tell this was changing. Pulse. Anna’s mouth open in an unheard moan of pleasure as she dwindled. Pulse. Anna laughing and the crowd cheering, while she calmly slipped her left breast back beneath the laughably huge dress, tied the garment even tighter. Pulse. And Pulse. And Pulse. 

The tattooed girl was there now, pigtails askew, the three of them dancing together in a triangle, the giant girl’s heavy boots threatening but agile. Anna was taller, but barely – not much more of an amazon to her than Yuan had been, on that night long ago. Both tiny women moved and swayed beneath the protective gaze of the giantess, letting her carve out space for them where no other would intrude. Anna communicated something by eye to their temporary goddess, and then Michelle felt giant hands take her by the shoulders. The tattooed woman pulled Michelle against her body, snuggled her head beneath perky little breasts, an enormous pelvic bone pressing against the center of her back. Then Anna was there, adding her own hands, and body, and lips. Michelle writhed with the music, with the ecstasy of it, surrounded by colossal walls of femininity. The sensation, the celestial bliss of it was all too much. She felt herself going limp as a sudden upwelling took her by surprise. The two giant woman held her, cradled her, as she came. No one had even touched her beneath her clothes.

Their new titaness friend helped them outside, called them a cab. Anna thanked her, gave her a business card. The sight was hilarious, in a cosmic sense – the professionalism of it, while Anna was now at least as short as Michelle had been when they’d arrived, with a dress a dozen sizes too large draped haphazardly over her tiny frame. Articulating this was beyond her for the moment. For that matter, so was laughter. She let the two larger women help her into the backseat of the car, and smiled as their friend waved goodbye. Michelle had never learned her name.

She was too small to properly use a seatbelt, and Anna let her put her head in her lap. Michelle relaxed, ears still ringing, her entire body buzzing from the weight of sensation she had experienced. Anna smiled reassuringly down at her, gently stroking her hair. “You burned out for tonight cutie?”

“Mmm, what?” Michelle blinked, looking up at her. Even after everything that had happened tonight, she still got a bit of a thrill seeing Anna actually larger than her. Though she had to admit, it was less of a crisp feeling now. Everyone in the club had been SO much bigger, after all. And Anna had lost a great majority of her height advantage after her long bout of shrinking. It made her a little sad, that the best of this sensation was over. “No, I just need a little aftercare, is all. Maybe a cup of coffee when we get back to my place.”

Anna lightly brushed a few stray locks of blonde hair from Michelle’s forehead. “Coffee sounds nice. But I think I have a better idea.”

“What?”

The larger woman didn’t answer. In the dim orange glow of the passing street lamps, Anna was grinning.

Her apartment was huge now. Michelle couldn’t believe she had ever been large enough to live here. The countertops reached almost up to her shoulders; the chairs so high that she’d need to hoist herself bodily into them, and even then her feet would dangle well above the floor. Anna patiently allowed her a moment of wonder. “You know. If you’d started out the evening this small? I would have been more than satisfied. If I were normal-sized, I guess you’d look about five foot three. Does that sound right?”

“Yeah….”

“But five three isn’t even that short, by my standards. Besides, I saw you much, MUCH smaller than that tonight. I mean, relatively speaking. It’s a bit of a let-down. Do you agree?”

Michelle was beginning to see where this was going. She felt herself growing excited.

Warm lips pressed against her ear, followed by a honeysuckle voice that made her let out an involuntary whimper. “Do you still have more of that shrinking potion?”

“Yes!” she cried at once.

Anna reached around, rested her hand against Michelle’s chest. One by one, she undid the buttons of her massively oversized top. With dreamlike slowness, she pulled it from the smaller girl like a cloak. Now she was utterly naked before her friend. “Go get it,” Anna ordered, giving her butt a playful tap.

At once the little munchkin scurried off.

The vial of potion was on the bottom shelf of her medicine cabinet. Michelle strained, found that even at her maximum height she couldn’t reach. Anna, who had been following along behind, scoffed at her efforts. The taller woman stood on tip toe, swatting with her hand…and was also too short to reach. 

Unthinking, Michelle laughed – and immediately clamped her hand over her mouth in horror.

Anna turned, her expression death. Arms crossed over her chest, she stood toe-to-toe with Michelle, glaring at her with more authentic anger than she had ever seen on Anna’s face.

“I’m sorry! I’m SORRY! You’re still bigger! You ARE! But, you…small too and…it…it was funny….” 

Her taller friend opened the cabinet under the sink, stood on the ledge, gripped the faucet for support. She looked absolutely ridiculous, but humor was the last thing on Michelle’s mind. A couple of swipes, and Anna just barely managed to grasp the bottle with the tips of her fingers. She began to unscrew the cap. “Drink,” she commanded darkly.

The miniscule blonde hesitated, looking at the dropper full of thick, absinthe-colored liquid. “Um. How…how much smaller do you want me?”

Anna looked like she wanted to simply stick the whole tube in Michelle’s mouth, and squeeze. 

“It’s really powerful,” Michelle said timidly. “I could shrink to nothing.”

Anna took a deep breath. Then another. “How much…” she began, speaking very slowly. “…did you take earlier tonight?”

“Three drops.”

Eyes still narrowed, the larger woman held out the dropper. “Open.”

Michelle did, closing her eyes. The potion, when it came, was bitter. It evaporated quickly on her tongue, giving it an astringent quality that was not entirely unpleasant. She counted the drops. One. Two. A long paused. Finally, a third.

Anna made her brush her teeth afterward, watching her rinse thoroughly to make sure every stray drop was gone. By the time she finished, she could already feel herself changing. Anna reached out, taking her by the hand. In the other, she held the bottle.

Following the Recipe - Pt. 3

 

Anna was silent as they were led to their table, were handed their menus, informed of the specials. Michelle couldn’t resist making near-continuous eye contact, a constant I-told-you-so to her slowly growing ex-roommate. For once Anna actually looked SHY. She chewed her lip, fidgeting nervously with her dress as she watched Michelle slowly dwindle. 

 It was after they’d ordered drinks when she finally spoke. “So. Magic, huh?”

Michelle buttered a slice of bread. “Uh-huh. There’s not a lot of money in it. But there ARE benefits.” She tugged at her increasingly loose collar for emphasis. The experience of shrinking…she hadn’t expected it to feel so damn GOOD! It was a bit like being drunk, though without any loss of function or wherewithal. Her senses of touch and smell seemed sharper. And earlier, when Anna had purred sensually in her ear, it had been all she could do to not scream with pleasure.

“Hm. Neat. So you’re ACTUALLY going to get small, then? Like MUCH smaller than me. Five feet even? Wow. That’s small enough that I basically get to have my way with you, isn’t it? How interesting.” 

Under the table, the edge of Anna’s heel brushed against Michelle’s calve. It was slow and deliberate, a sudden bite against her sensitive skin. The heel went on, pressing higher, harder. Michelle whimpered. The butter knife slipped from her grasp, clattering on the table. And just like that her moment of smug victory was over. 

“You know, I ALWAYS had a crush on you back at school.” Anna didn’t bother to keep her voice down as she accepted her cocktail from the waiter. “The physical stuff sure – you’re DEFINITELY my type, minus the whole Giganta thing. But besides that. You have this quiet, unassuming confidence that I find VERY attractive…yet you manage to be shy around me, even when you’re fully a head taller. I think about what might have been sometimes. If our tastes in, ah, STATURES hadn’t been mutually exclusive.”

“Yeah….”

“But then, you found a way to address that, didn’t you? That satisfies BOTH our needs. And going so far as to have your height made-to-order? Letting me TELL you how small to get? I can’t imagine a finer gift for my particular sensibilities.”

“Yeah….”

Michelle was having a hard time following this conversation as anything other than a series of warm emotions. That ‘slightly-drunk’ feeling was getting stronger. Anna’s heel was well past the hem of her skirt now. She was incredibly conscious of how oversized her panties were growing, of the soft kiss of fresh air against her nether regions, of how easy it would be for the tip of that heel to slip past.

“God Michelle, I can actually SEE you shrinking.” Anna leaned closer, still speaking in full voice. “You’re already shorter than I ever was. Are you SURE you aren’t going to be five feet tall until after dinner? Because at this rate….”

Michelle moaned. And shrank, in a sudden, dramatic burst. Several heads turned in their direction, as the dwindling girl lost three inches of height in the space of as many heartbeats. 

“Holy shit!” both girls said, in unison.

“That’s…okay. Unexpected. Am I done? I’m not still shrinking, am I? After that?”

Slowly, Anna nodded. She sipped her drink. “Even faster. I think you MIGHT have taken a little overdose, sweetie. No matter. Tiny is a SUPER cute look on you – the smaller the better as far as I’m concerned. Plus I can TELL how good it must feel. Your cheeks are all flushed. You have this delightful look of embarrassed need in your eyes. Plus that shirt is getting way, WAY….”

Anna’s monologue was suddenly interrupted when she, too, moaned. And shrank. Not as much as Michelle had. But enough. Her perfectly tailored dress hung loose around her shoulders, her large breasts no longer supported by the taut fabric.

The restaurant was very quiet now. Every other patron was either watching them, or scrupulously NOT watching.

“Bathroom. Now!” Anna hissed.

Michelle helped support her taller friend, who was suddenly having quite a bit of trouble walking in those enormous platforms of hers. Though come to think of it, she was having problems of her own. Even her simple ballet flats were barely staying on her feet. She had to consciously flex her toes and ankles with each step, dragging them along more than walking in them. It was a constant tripping hazard. Michelle guessed she was about 5’4” now – the height of a NORMAL person. The idea was thrilling, in a way. To be average. For the time being, with her heels, Anna had a full head of height on her. But with BOTH of them apparently dwindling now, there was no way to tell how long that would last.

In the bathroom, the taller woman ran straight to the mirror. Michelle locked the door behind, and pulled out her phone.

Michelle: Hey sorry to bother you. Remember that shrinking potion I made?? I finally tried it, was SUPER careful with the dosing. I’m shrinking way faster than I should. Plus my friend is too now??? Ideas?

“What are you doing?” Anna shot a glance over her shoulder, then went back to a panicked assessment of her reflection.

“I’m texting my mist – I mean, Eve. Hopefully she’ll have some advice.”

Anna bit her lip, clamping her hands down on the edge of the sink. Another little pulse of shrinking went through her body. The spaghetti strap of her dress slipped a bit further down her shoulder, as she lost another inch of height. “Like an antidote? Tell me there’s an antidote!”

“If there is I never learned it. Wait!” she added, as Anna’s face contorted in anger. “It wears off! It’s like a twenty-four hour kind of thing? Okay? What, did you think I wanted to be tiny for the rest of my LIFE?”

Her shrinking friend relaxed a little at this. She took a deep breath. “Well. Actually.”

“You sound disappointed.” Michelle smirked, then balled her hands into fists as she, too, shrank again. Deciding to give up on her increasingly giant footwear, she stepped out of her flats. She flexed her toes, and walked barefoot across the cold tile floor to stand beside her friend. Now the top of her head just barely cleared Anna’s shoulder.

“I STILL didn’t sign on to shrink tonight,” Anna grumbled. “The idea was for YOU to be the little one.”

“You’re still bigger than me,” Michelle said quietly.

Anna cocked her head, in surprise. The corner of her mouth turned up slightly. “You know….”

Just then Michelle’s phone chirped.

“What’d she say?”

“Hold on.” Michelle frowned. “That I probably didn’t have the cork on all the way, and some of the potion evaporated. So it was too concentrated.” The phone buzzed again. Michelle blushed. She typed in reply.

“What?”

“I guess…sometimes. Contact can spread it. If it happens too soon after you take your dose. Like, mouth-to-mouth.”

“Mouth…oh.” Anna gave a guilty little laugh, and ruffled her friend’s hair. “I guess I DID kind of pounce on you, huh?”

“Yeah….” The phone chirped again. Michelle sighed, then read aloud. “’I’ve got my own little visitor this weekend. Don’t bother me again unless it’s an emergency. Have fun you two! Kissy emoji, water drop emoji, eggplant emoji.’”

“Sounds like you have a fun working environment.” Anna grunted, as she shrank again. Her expression looked less pained this time. Michelle took her hand. Anna gave her a squeeze. “Do you have any idea how small I’m going to get?” Her voice had a petulant, almost childish quality.

“No. You’ll probably shrink less than I will, if that’s any consolation. Then again, I started out a WHOLE lot bigger….”

Anna scowled. “Okay. But!” She took Michelle by the shoulders, stood behind her, made her face the mirror. It was mounted high, and the smaller woman was shocked to find she could only just see the top half of her face. “When we came in, you were all the way up to the bottom of my chin.” Anna held her hand there to demonstrate. The position was several inches above the top of Michelle’s head. She dropped it slowly, giving the smaller girl a skritch. “Now? You’re barely up to my shoulders, cutie. Face it. Even if we’re both shrinking? You’re still shrinking FASTER.”

“You’re still in your heels, though!”

Her friend pursed her lips, considering this. With a dramatic sigh, she finally stepped out of her platforms – no need to even loosen the straps. She flexed her ankle, visibly relieved. Anna’s height had dropped precipitously. She was actually on the SHORT side for a woman. Even so, Michelle could see in the mirror that her head was only level with the taller girl’s eyes.

“I may be short,” Anna growled. “But as long as I stay taller than YOU? I think I’ll manage.”

Anna kissed her then, touching her on the chin, making her crane her neck to meet her lips. She was clearly in no hurry, took her time to let Michelle melt into it. Her tongue teased, finally daring to slip into the smaller girl’s mouth. Michelle wasn’t surprised when another surge of pleasure announced she was shrinking again. Anna held her tighter, squeezing, almost as if it was the pressure that was forcing Michelle smaller. Hands at her side slipped delicately under her much-too-large button-up, past the waistband of her skirt.

“Okay?” Anna breathed.

Michelle nodded emphatically.

A large, soft hand drifted lower on her body. Her panties were impossibly huge on her now. Anna used the tip of her finger to nudge them, drawing a line around her hip, until they gave way and fell to pool at her feet. Michelle spread her legs obediently, leaning more of her weight against the suddenly Amazonian girl, painfully aware of how fast she was shrinking now. Anna scratched fingernails through the smooth curls of Michelle’s pubic hair, reaching lower…and lower….

The knob of the bathroom door jiggled suddenly. From outside, there came a polite little knock. “Just a minute!” Anna called sweetly.

Michelle opened her eyes. She couldn’t even see her own reflection now – just Anna, smirking down at her. The girl was a giant! Michelle’s eyes were only JUST level with the long valley of her cleavage. It was quite a sight from this angle, especially since Anna was having a rather severe wardrobe malfunction. At some point during the kiss she’d obviously done some shrinking of her own.

“God, I can’t be much more than four and a half feet tall.” Michelle tightened her skirt to its maximum, set to work rolling up her sleeves. “I don’t know HOW I’m going to get through dinner after that.” 

Anna tied off her dress, tucking her hilariously large shoes under her arm. “You know it’s the darndest thing? I’m not hungry anymore.” 

“Yeah…. Um. Do you, w-want to go back to my place?” Michelle’s voice was small, and very hopeful.

“Oh, but you know what I AM in the mood for? Dancing! And there’s a club just down the street. I saw it on the ride in!”

Michelle gave a panicked little laugh. “You want…but everyone will see me!”

“Uh-huh! And you’ll probably get even SMALLER too. But I want to show you off to the whole WORLD. To have everyone see me with my cute. Little. Girlfriend.”

It was the final word that won her over. Swallowing, Michelle took Anna’s hand, and let the giant girl lead her on.

Following the Recipe - Pt. 2

The train ride into the city was long, and Anna had plenty of time to think about Michelle's odd little long-form roleplay. The scenery in this part of the country was dull, all grey brick and suburban decay. As so often happened lately, she pulled out her phone to re-read the same conversation, to try to make sense of it. Revisiting it gave her a giddy little thrill. Michelle was just an endless treasure trove of weird lately. Anna decided this time to go all the way back to the beginning. It took her nearly ten minutes of scrolling. The timestamp was from almost a year ago.

Fri, June 21, 5:42pm 

Michelle: Hey, so hypothetically. If I told you magic was real and I was learning to do it, would you think I was crazy?

Anna: I would think you were 200% crazy. I would think you were two DIFFERENT crazy people at once.

Michelle: OK

Wed, June 26, 12:17pm

Michelle: It is, though.

What followed was an image of a green-haired Michelle, with a gaudy blue aura around her head. She was holding a disgusting little amphibian, and was actually KISSING.

Michelle: I made dis frog 🤣

Anna: Been getting into Photoshop huh?

Radio silence for a few days. Then....

Anna grimaced. The next bit was her ugly breakup with Thomas, the long conversations she’d had with Michelle in the aftermath. She flicked her thumb for a while, making it go away. 

Michelle: Want me to turn him into a goose?

Anna: No lol why a goose? They're MEAN and have too many teeth.

Michelle: Ya but everyone hates them.

More Photoshopped pictures. Michelle with body-builder muscles. Michelle with oddly metallic skin. Michelle doing duck-face with breasts easily as big as her head (Anna had saved THAT one.) She'd never known her old roommate to be any good at digital art, but these edits were pretty good. Except, in some of them, there was a weird green blur in the background. Some kind of editing artifact, she supposed. Then....

Tues, Jan 7, 3:19pm

Michelle: I DID IT! I DID IT!

A selfie of Michelle, winking at the lens like an anime character. She was sweat-stained and covered in soot, and was holding a small vial filled with what looked like green maple syrup.

Michelle: This is TOTALLY for real SHRINKING potion! 🔲🔲🔲 says I did a great job!

Michelle: Just imagine me SHORTER than you. 🤤 Like, a LOT shorter.

Anna: You know, if you want to fuck that bad, you can ASK. No need for all the make-believe.

Thurs, Jan 23, 5:02pm

Anna: Didn't mean to scare you off.

Sat, Jan 25, 8:00am

Michelle: You didn't

By now Anna was in her hotel, hanging half off the edge of the bed, her bare feet kicking anxiously in the air as she read. This section always made her feel a little guilty..

Anna: OK

Anna: You know how I feel about it.

Michelle: Not really

Michelle: We never talked

Michelle: We tried. You got mad at me.

Anna: You LAUGHED though. Sorry. That's always going to piss me off.

Sat, 12:16pm

Michelle: Sorry.

Michelle: I won't last next time.

Michelle: *laugh

Michelle: If there is a next time.

Michelle: If you could have me at any height, what height would you want?

Michelle: How tall was that one girl? Bitsy?

Anna: Betty. I don't know.

Betty was 4'11". Anna had met her in the stadium that day, back when she and Michelle were roommates. Was it the title game? She couldn't remember. The crowd was big though. The girl was shy and submissive, sitting in the row behind Anna, her t-shirt a full size too big. In her pumps, Anna was over a foot taller. A flirty apology for blocking her view, a few kind words – that was all it took. Of COURSE Betty wanted to be her date to the after-party. 

Was it her intention to make Michelle jealous? At the time she didn’t think so, even if she was aware it would detract a LITTLE from their star player’s victory celebration. 

Oh, well. Maybe it WAS kind of a dick move….

Sat, 2:19pm

Michelle: OK. Well Yuan was 6'7". I DID ask.

Anna: You're such a size-slut.  

Michelle: Yeah....

Anna: How did you always seem to end up with the tallest girl on the other team?? Please sensei, teach me your secrets! 

Anna could recall how it felt, when she watched her roommate walk into the party. The party THEY had planned together. With that GIANTESS on her arm – the one famous for being among the tallest in the league. How the night was instantly ruined. That little smirk on Michelle's face when their eyes met from across the room.

Sat, 4:03pm

Anna: If you were smaller tho? If I got to choose? Maybe not as small as Betty. She was too fragile.

Michelle: Yeah....

Everyone at the party had heard HOW fragile, that night. After Betty and Yuan had not-so subtly snuck off together. Michelle had rushed to turn the music up loud, to drown out the tiny girl's screams. Later, upon emerging all ruffled and wide-eyed, two dozen people had given the mis-matched couple a round of applause. Yuan had bowed. Betty caught a cab.

The laughter happened later. When the house was empty and trashed. Michelle and Anna, in a cramped little bed together. They’d moved there from the couch. Was that ten minutes ago? An hour? It was a pleasant, pink-colored blur. Michelle had lifted from on top of her smaller roommate, was stripping. Anna made an idle comment. Something about this violating her rule about sleeping with people taller than her. Michelle smirked, and made an ill-advised joke. Something about not usually settling for tiny girls. Anna, 5'9" and particularly sensitive to slights of her stature, had stormed off to fetch her biggest, tallest pair of heels. They hadn't come close to evening the gap. 

They both knew the laugh was a mistake. Michelle had bitten it back almost at once. The night was over. It was the last time they’d ever fooled around.

Mon, Jan 27, 10:58am

Anna: 5' would be a good height for you.

Michelle: Yeah....

Anna was in a cab now. The auburn-haired beauty paused in re-reading the exchange, using her camera to check her makeup. It was perfect, she knew. She just wanted to see again. She dropped the angle, making sure the dress was displaying her assets properly. It was dangerous to go without a bra, but if the night were headed where she hoped, probably worth the risk.

There were long exchanges about what it would be like, to have Michelle at that height. Exactly what Anna would DO with her. Anna's statements tended to start with 'If.' Michelle's, with 'when.' The first few bits were cute - helping the smaller girl shop for new dresses to accentuate her tiny stature. How to pick out elegant and refined solutions for making sure she could always reach the top shelf. Michelle remarking how many more steps she was sure to take in a day, how nice it would be to have someone to rub her tired little feet. That had turned into their first true roleplay. With time, things had become more...explicit. Well, who could blame her, Anna thought. She’d been single for MONTHS now. 

Anna scrolled down, and DOWN, welcoming the feeling of heat in her chest, the faint tightening in her throat that always came with revisiting these sessions. Abruptly she hit bottom. Anna sighed happily to herself, and started to type.

Anna: You small yet?

The reply came back at once.

Michelle: Just started. It’s REALLY nice.

Anna: I’m almost there.

Her car pulled up in front of Michelle’s building. Anna’s lips curled as she felt herself slip effortlessly into the proper domme headspace for tonight. Her black evening dress fluttered behind her. It was sheer down the back and bare at the legs. VERY expensive, but well worth it tonight, to feel like a sex-witch. The shoes didn’t hurt THAT effect either. Platforms, with thin, dangerously sharp heels. It turned out if you wanted them REALLY tall, leather shops were your friend. They increased her already impressive height by fully eight inches. They required a bit of practice before she felt confident going outside in them, but DAMN. The way people on the street looked at her, three parts terror, two parts desire. The way they got out of her way, and STAYED out. She felt like a goddamn goddess in these shoes.

Hopefully Michelle was in a supplicating sort of mood.

It seemed so. The way Michelle opened the door – timid and slow, as if she expected there was a monster behind it. At the moment, Anna was feeling QUITE monstrous. “Hey cutie.” She spent a moment appreciating the two inch height advantage her heels gave her. It was the first time she had ever found herself looking DOWN at her Amazonian friend.

“Hey yourself,” Michelle replied, stepping back to let Anna enter the apartment. They looked each other up and down. “You look…really nice.”

“So do you. I always liked the ‘good girl’ aesthetic on you. Nice pleats on that skirt by the way. School uniform surplus?”

“No.” Michelle crossed her arms defensively over her chest. “I checked. They didn’t have anything in my size. It’s cut down from a kilt, if you really want to know. Did it myself, special for tonight.” She spun in her flats, allowing the garment to flutter prettily. 

“I’LL say it’s cut down.” Anna caught her friend by the hand, stopping her mid-twirl. Their eyes met. “Hey.” 

They kissed, coming together as if whatever fundamental force had kept them apart for so long had finally collapsed. Anna pressed down, emphasizing her superior height, and Michelle gave a soft little whimper from the back of her throat. She dipped lower, apparently bending her knees to emphasize the effect of being smaller. It was smooth, practiced. Anna grinned. Michelle had clearly put thought into this. Oh, tonight was going to be FUN. 

She let the kiss go on for perhaps a dozen seconds, until her ‘shorter’ friend was getting handsy, on the verge of taking things too far. Too far for so early in the evening, at least.

“What about the fitted shirt?” Anna asked, pulling out her phone to check her makeup. It was ColorStay, made for this sort of activity. Still perfect. “Did you make that yourself too? It looks a little loose on you.”

Michelle laughed nervously. “It was custom.”

“CUSTOM? But then…oh.” Anna raised one eyebrow. Michelle hid her face. Of course. All part of the roleplay. Her friend had gone so far as to get a custom top specifically to be just a LITTLE too large. Impressive. Those things weren’t cheap.

Arm-in-arm they walked down to the street, Michelle bubbly, handbag swinging, Anna more demure. She opened the cab door for her date, all slow burn and chivalry. The driver glanced at the two of them without interest. His phone already displayed their route. He spoke quietly into a headset, too low to understand.

“So,” Anna said conversationally. “You’re shrinking.”

Michelle nodded, beaming.

“And you’re going to get how small?”

“Five feet tall, just like you asked. Eve helped me measure the potency – I was very precise.”

Anna cocked her head. “Who’s Eve?”

“My um, gosh.” She laughed self-consciously. “Not my boss.  I guess the right word is ‘mistress,’ huh? But I’m SURE I texted you about her.”

“Doesn’t ring a bell.” She settled in, slipping her arm around Michelle, tilting her head so she could press her lips softly against the rim of her ear. “You know, we’ve been talking about this for months,” she purred. “But I’ve never asked. Why is this such a turn-on for you?”

Michelle shifted uncomfortably in her seat, but didn’t pull away. She took a deep, shuddering breath. “It wasn’t. I mean, not at first. You kind of MADE it that way though. With all those texts. At first I just wanted to be able to date more easily. You know how hard it is to find people TALLER than me. And most of them are assholes.”

Anna nodded, her nose brushing against Michelle’s neck. “You stayed with Tyler for almost a year, and as far as I could tell his ONLY redeeming quality was that he was the tallest guy on the basketball team.”

“His cock was okay too.” Michelle gave a shaking little exhale as if remembering.

Anna squeezed her leg. “Ooo SOMEONE’S getting all stirred up.”

Her friend nodded emphatically. 

“Well,” Anna breathed. “It’s infectious. Maybe we’re both just thirsty. I haven’t been with anyone since Thomas, and honestly, he was a little lack-luster even at the best of times. It’s a sadly common trait among short guys. Though he DID do as he was told.”

Michelle took Anna’s hand, squeezing it hard. She was actually trembling. “I…haven’t dated since Lisa, and that’s been almost two years. I loved her but, the height thing. I just couldn’t compromise.”

“I’m sorry,” Anna said. “I didn’t mean to bring up anything painful.”

“It’s not. I’m okay. Anyway. YOU’RE here now.”

“That’s right,” Anna replied, pulling her closer. “I’M here. And with these shoes of mine, you get to feel extra-special small for me tonight. So let’s pretend that you’re shrinking, sweetie. When we get home, I PROMISE I know how to make you feel absolutely. Positively. Tiny.” Anna nibbled softly on her earlobe, ended by tugging gently.

Michelle moaned loud enough to make the driver glance at them in the mirror. The car was starting to smell distinctly of perfume and musk. “One thing though….”

“What’s that?” Anna growled.

The car pulled up to the curb. Anna thanked the driver. He grunted. She followed her friend, stepping out onto the sidewalk, conscious to keep weight on her toes as she lifted up to her full height in her heels. Anna went to take Michelle by the shoulders, fully intending to kiss the girl speechless right there on the street corner. But Michelle was distracted, adjusting several little clasps along her skirt. She looked up at Anna, a guilty smile on her face.

Anna just stared.

Michelle posed, holding up her arms over her head so that the cuffs of her enormous shirt slipped up nearly to her elbows. She dropped them to her sides, let the sleeves hang loose over her hands. She twirled in place, nearly stepping out of her shoes, a giddy smile on her face.

“You’re –”

“Shrinking,” Michelle agreed. “What would you say, about five eleven?” She made a show of measuring herself against her suddenly MUCH taller date. The top of her head didn’t even quite reach Anna’s mouth. She stood on tip-toe, gave the woman a quick, chaste kiss. “On my way to five feet. I won’t QUITE get there during dinner.” She looked down at her feet, suddenly shy. “But I can’t wait for dessert.” 

Following the Recipe - Pt. 1

This was a fun little commission I did awhile back, and it occurs to me that I never got around to posting it to this blog.  Likely because it pre-dates it by at least a couple of months.  This piece is a favorite of mine.  It's got it all: a gradual, slow-burn, f/f shrink fight, with lots of tension and gentle powerplay.  Not only that, but I was even able to work my own, witchy OC Eve into the works.  I should really write more about her....

Tags: f/f, NSFW, slow shrink, sizes >18 inches, light BDSM restraint and breathplay, light shoe and footplay, light dub-con

Following the Recipe - Pt. 1

When people asked Michelle what she did for a living, she always replied the same way. “Oh. I work in an office. I guess?” It was a non-descript answer, but then, it was a non-descript job. She answered phones. She processed payments. She entertained clients. This last involved tacitly allowing them to hit on her, while they waited in the lobby: flirting, but nimbly preventing things from going too far. 

It was an artform, and, being nimble in many senses of the word, one for which she was well-suited. She was tall and attractive and extremely good at what she did. People tended to flock to her, which was okay, to a point. Michelle had been the captain of her college’s Division Two volleyball team: a minor celebrity, in a very narrow circle. She was used to having fans and admirers. As such, deflecting the advances of strangers came naturally.

They’d ask about her personal life. “I’m single, but really I’m focused on my career now.” Or about her height. “I’m six foot four, and believe me it’s more trouble than its worth.” The game was to keep the conversational ball in the air, until the little red light went on behind her desk. The older men made this most challenging, were the hardest to put off. The women were the easiest. Most of THEM just stared at her in awe, and many would even stammer when she offered them coffee, which was adorable. She’d even considered giving some of them her number, but this was probably frowned upon. Plus they were all too short for her.

Eventually the light would come on. “Eve will see you now,” she’d say, or, “Right this way,” or if she was feeling feisty, “Come with me.” In the back, past rows of cubes and copiers, was a small office with a mosaic glass window. Michelle would hold the door for them. And that was it. Once in a while she was called to escort them out again, but this was rare. Usually it was the older men. Most, she simply never saw again.

It was late one Friday when all this changed. Michelle had just finished sending a payment to yet another home renovation company, when the red light came on. She looked up on muscle memory, expecting to see a client waiting, perhaps one she’d forgotten. There was none. What is a Pavlovian dog supposed to do, she wondered, if the bell rings and there was no one to feed her?

Michelle did the only thing that made sense. She went back through the empty office space, to the mosaic glass door. She knocked.

“Come in!” a sweet voice called.

She was four steps across the threshold before she realized she’d never seen into Eve’s office before. It wasn’t what she expected – but then, it suddenly occurred to her that she’d never thought to expect ANYTHING from it. The room was cavernous, with a high glass ceiling and polished stone walls going far off in either direction. Everywhere there were plants. Tall palms and low ferns, fragrant bushes and flowers she couldn’t hope to identify. They didn’t seem to be potted either, but growing up from bare soil, as if someone had stripped a hole in the foundation. 

Michelle pushed her way through the strange little jungle, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. She could barely see the other side of the room through holes in the foliage; it must take up the better part of a city block! But there was another storefront next door. On either side in fact. And the sun shouldn’t be coming through the skylight this time of day. With the new condos across the street, this whole neighborhood should be in shadow.

“This way, dear. Take a left past the willow.”

Michelle stepped over a bundle of roots, found a gravel path in the dirt. She followed it. At the end, in a bright little clearing, sat a woman. She was behind a desk strewn with papers, a laptop hanging precariously off one corner. She was pale and pretty, with long black hair that trailed down nearly to her waist, and she was tapping distractedly on her phone.

“Eve?”

The woman smiled, setting the device aside. “Ah, you must be Michelle. Have a seat.” She pointed at a chair that Michelle was certain hadn’t been there a moment before.

She hesitated, studying the woman up and down, sensing a trap. “You’re my boss?” 

“If you want to use the term, sure.” The woman, dropped her elbows to the desk, and her chin to her hands. She twirled one well-manicured finger toward the seat encouragingly. “I just had to get a look at you. You’re making QUITE an impression on our clients.”

Michelle warily took the offered seat. “That’s a...good thing, right?”

“Mmm, yes and no. In general? It’s something I admire. But for your role at our company? It is DEFINITELY frowned upon.”

“I’m sorry,” she responded instinctively. “It didn’t mean to…”

Eve waved her hand dismissively. “No, no, it’s my fault. A problem with the recruitment I suppose. I wanted someone competent, and extremely attractive. You’re BLONDE too, so all that came though just fine. I thought I specified someone unassuming, though….”

She could feel hot blood rushing to her cheeks. Michelle tried not to get angry. “You SPECIFIED? I don’t remember ‘unassuming’ in the job description.”

“What DO you remember? From the job description, sweetie?”

Michelle stared. She suddenly felt cold.

“Nothing huh? What about your first day, then? Any anecdotes from your on-the-job training? Someone MUST have told you my name at some point, at least? Who was it?” Eve’s eyes twinkled green in the afternoon light. “Nobody. Huh? Like you ALWAYS knew?”

“What ARE you?” Michelle asked suddenly.

Eve nodded emphatically, pounding the table with her fist. “Great question! I’m a witch, of course. Or, well, that’s a good a term as any. You could call me a genie too, I guess? The concepts overlap, and neither is accurate.” She tapped her chin with her finger, thinking. “Okay. So, it’s like this. People come to me. They WANT things. They say words, though usually the words aren’t important. It’s the WANT see? We negotiate a price. And then...things change for them. Sometimes even for the better.”

Michelle did her best to act as if she’d understood this. She affected a casually lean against the desk, while inside she felt her life crashing to ruin. “So uh, tell me then. Eve. Why does a witch need a personal assistant?”

Eve laughed, the sound like the tinkling of a dozen tiny bells. “Oh, you aren’t my ASSISTANT silly. You’re my FAMILIAR!”

Michelle pushed her chair back, rising to her feet. “I’m WHAT?”

“Save you existential crisis.” Eve rolled her eyes. “You’re still YOU. It’s not even a violation of free will, technically. I made a spell to summon the appropriate person. Someone capable yet unobtrusive, who could fade into the background while doing the necessary, boring parts of my job. YOU showed up. So let’s investigate that, shall we? Because as much as I appreciate your work ethic, you’ve been making my life harder.” The witch leaned back, contemplating the impossible sunlight reflecting from above. “They aren’t thinking about anything, when you escort them back here, see? Except YOU. Half want to date you. The others want to BE you. Tall, and confident, and commanding. All the HOURS I’ve wasted getting them back on task....”

“Sorry,” Michelle whimpered.

“I said save it.” Eve softened. “Here. Let’s figure this out. Look at me.”

Michelle did. The witch came around to her side of the desk. The woman was much shorter than she’d been expecting – though Eve WAS a bit on the tall side for a woman, she supposed. Then again, most EVERYONE was shorter than Michelle. 

Eve stood toe to toe with her now. She took each of Michelle’s hands in hers, studied her palms, then the backs of her hands. Her expression was appraising, yet there was an affectionate sort of curiosity as well. The look of someone trying to find a reason not to throw away a beloved but moth-eaten old sweater. “You’re very tall.”

“I’m six foot four, and it’s more trouble than it’s worth,” Michelle responded without thinking.

Eve nodded, grinning a toothy grin. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

She discarded her stock reply for when the conversation took this path, thought about the question for perhaps the first time in years. Eve inspected a stand of Michelle’s hair, rubbing the ends between both palms, sniffing it. Michelle grit her teeth, trying to ignore the treatment. “It gives me certain advantages. On the court, it definitely did. In real life…it makes people take you seriously. But….” Michelle suddenly yelped as Eve gave her hair a sharp little tug. “Can I HELP you with something?”

“No, no, don’t mind me. Magic stuff, you know.” She pointed toward the floor, at Michelle’s sensible ballet flats. “Take one of those off. The left one. Your sock too. And put your foot on my desk.” Michelle did, feeling foolish. Eve ran the tip of her finger along the blade of her foot, her lips pursed thoughtfully. This continued, Eve’s movements an odd mix of clinical and sensual, until the witch found a point that made Michelle’s whole leg give an involuntary jerk. She nodded approvingly. “Other foot now. You were saying?”

Michelle sighed loudly, but obeyed. “I was SAYING, that being tall tends to attract unwanted attention. It makes SOME people treat you with undue familiarity….”

“Mmm,” Eve agreed, her face two inches from Michelle’s big toe.

“…while others get scared away. And it tends to warp your perceptions, too. Who’s worth your time. Who isn’t. Let’s just say…when I was younger, I made some choices that I regret. A lot of it had to do with being tall. I’d rather not go into details right now.”

“Ah. Don’t want to get too personal with your boss, huh?” Eve was fishing a set of calipers out of her drawer.

Michelle finally had enough. She stepped away from the shorter woman, crossing her arms overher chest. “This? Whatever it is? It’s done.”

Eve stuck out her tongue. “Oh you’re no fun. Anyway I’ve almost got what I want. One last question: would you change it?” 

“Working for a witch? Jesus, probably.”

Eve laughed. “That’s not what I meant. Don’t dodge that question.” She sat back down, putting her kitten heel-clad feet on the desk. “Being tall. Michelle. If I could fix it for you? Would you want that?”

For a long time, Michelle didn’t say anything. Eve let the silence play out, grinning wolfishly at her.

When she spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper. “You…you could really do that? Couldn’t you?”

The witch’s nod was barely perceptible. Her eyes were terrifyingly bright and green. Somewhere, water dripped from a high forest branch.

“But,” Eve said. “I won’t.”

“Why not?” Michelle whined, disappointment evident in her voice.

“Because it helps to have GOALS, sweetie. Something to drive us. If you’re going to be my apprentice, I want you to have something to WORK toward.”

The taller girl threw herself into her chair, pouting.  “But I’m NOT a witch!” she said to the ceiling.

“Nope. But do you wanna be? It’s like, I don’t know, eighty-five percent horticulture? And the other fifteen isn’t hard, if you’ve got talent. I’m quite sure you do, by the way.” Eve dimpled. “I was worried, for a bit, that I’d messed up that spell. But I forgot that I left a LITTLE room for interpretation. So maybe you aren’t as unassuming as I wanted. Unless I miss my guess, you’re QUITE a bit more capable.”

“How’s the pay?” Michelle groaned, still limp in her chair.

“Stinks. Let’s focus more on the benefits package.”

She looked up at this, studying the witch with a wary expression. “You’re really going to teach me to do magic? To make, like, a shrinking potion?”

“That’s a LITTLE advanced. You aren’t even in kindergarten yet. Think more like, Potion of Slightly Redder Hair. Anti-hangnail tinctures. But what you’re after? I promise you, it’s not too far down the road.”

Michelle sighed. “Can I have the weekend to think it over?”

“Oh yeah, totally! But you don’t need it, do you? Special talent, you see?” She tapped the side of her head, then smirking, offering her hand. “I can tell when people have made up their minds.”

Michelle sighed louder this time. And took Eve’s hand