“All I’m saying is that this Wicca stuff – anything that’s supposed to be magic – is obviously impossible.”

 

The speaker was Cindy, a tall, athletic redhead who starred for the college’s volleyball team. Next to her, and nodding enthusiastically in agreement as always, was her friend and teammate, Audrey. As the alpha females on the floor, they were used to having their statements treated as gospel. Despite this, (perhaps since neither of the other women in the room was strictly religious, and therefore held a less strict adherence to gospels) the argument continued.

 

Their opponents were Tina and Jannette, and the contrasts between the women were as deep philosophically as they were physically. As noted, Katrina was striking almost to the point of excess – tall, long-legged, with an athletic lower body and toned arms, but also with very large, full breasts, almost disproportional despite her striking 5’11” height. They were big enough that they would probably sag eventually, but at age 20, they were still firm and magnificent. Audrey wore her dark hair short, and matched Cindy’s athletic build, albeit with smaller breasts and an inch less height. They were stereotypical princesses, their positions assured by physical beauty and the privileges of successful athletes. Their attitudes were also at least subconsciously affected by their height advantage, literally enabling them to look down on just about everyone.

 

Tina and Jannette, on the other hand, were earth mothers to these sky deities. Both were short, Jannette in fact being under 5 feet, and Tina just clearing that mark. Jannette sported nearly the same impressive breast size as Cindy, but on her smaller frame, it made her look rather top-heavy. Together with short legs and wide hips, her body was almost all tits and ass – which, when you came right down to it, wasn’t such a bad thing. She, however, received no end of teasing about her height, perhaps as a substitute for the discomfort many of the other girls felt about her open lesbianism. After all, it wasn’t politically correct to disrespect sexual orientation, but physical attributes were still open season.

 

Tina, a blond, was that most prized of women in male fantasies – a true bisexual, a plus that more than made up for her small breasts and boyish figure in their eyes. Unfortunately, her interest in the occult and devotion to her magical studies marked her as sufficiently unusual that she was considered “doable but not datable.” Perhaps their closeness in height as well as sexual interest had driven her to form such a close relationship with Jannette, with whom she shared a suite.

 

The girls all lived on the same floor, and were casual friends, though they usually kept to their own social circles. Only an unusually aromatic and delicious pizza brought home by Jannette had enticed the athletes to the “Lez Lounge,” as they jokingly called Jannette’s suite.

 

Which brings us back to Tina’s cool reaction to Cindy’s assertion. They had consumed enough liquid refreshment with their pizza to make them all rather uninhibited (and no, not in that way – not yet). She examined her almost gone beer as though considering. “And how would you know what is and isn’t possible?”

 

“Well, look around,” Cindy said in exasperation. “Do you ever see these so-called witches DO anything? I mean, you’re supposed to be into this magic crap, right? Show us something. Fly around the room or something.”

 

Audrey laughed while Tina merely glared. “You know I can’t do that.”

 

“Because it’s impossible.”

 

“No, flight is a tricky spell that takes long preparation and has unpredictable results. It’s almost never worth it.”

 

Cindy spluttered. “Oh, right. Sure. Only happens in the privacy of your ovens or covens or whatever after you’ve had a few drinks and drugs to get ready, right? How about something else.” Her eyes lit up. “Hey, make Jannette taller, then she wouldn’t have to always be staring at my chest.”

 

Jannette blushed while Audrey laughed on cue again. Though to be honest, her eyes had been dwelling rather openly on Cindy’s boobs, and the nice way they stretched her shirt. Tina actually seemed to consider the suggestion.

 

“Taller?”

 

“Maybe you could make her normal,” Cindy said.

 

“And make her taller too,” Audrey added with a giggle that broke up the two athletes.

 

“I am normal!” Jannette insisted with an angry tilt of her head.

 

“Don’t get all bitchy on us,” Cindy soothed. “I’m just saying maybe you could stand to be less vertically challenged. I mean, what are you? 4’6”? I swear you’re shorter than my kid sister, and she’s only 10.” She stood up and looked around the room, pouncing on a pair of Jannette’s jeans. “What are these, a 24 inseam?” To everyone’s surprise, Cindy actually looked inside to examine the tag. Her eyes went wide. “No way! Is this really your waist size? How can it be this big when you’re so fucking short!”

 

Jannette jumped up to grab them back in embarrassment, but Cindy just wadded the clothing up into a ball and triumphantly held them out of reach, smirking at the much shorter woman’s attempts to snatch them. Audrey laughed at the rather comical sight of the height mismatch. Only Jannette’s large, bobbling boobs kept her from looking like a child being tormented by her older sister. Tina stood up to help her friend, but her height wasn’t much better.

 

“Help! I’m being besieged by pygmies,” Cindy laughed, easily overmatching them. “Audrey, take them!”

 

She lobbed the makeshift bundle to her friend, instantly the new target. But when Jannette and Tina tried to swarm her, they were yanked back by their shirts. They turned to see Cindy, freed from defense to offense, smirking while holding them both in place like unruly children, her size and athlete’s strength easily holding them in place. Cindy actually giggled. The two women didn’t even reach her shoulders, and their arms swept the air helplessly before them.

 

“You two are so small. If you don’t behave, we might have to spank you.”

 

As delightful a prospect as this might have seemed in calmer moments, it only seemed to reinforce their inferiority feelings and anger at the moment. Jannette and Tina thrashed helplessly, then finally changed strategy and barreled together into her, actually knocking her off her feet. Their triumph was short lived however, for the much larger Cindy had rolled them both over a second later and sat victoriously on top of them, her knees planted on the floor on either side of the struggling girls, her hands fixing theirs to the ground. For a second, she just sat and enjoyed it, and it actually made quite a sight: the smaller, squirming women pinned beneath her spread, strong legs and toned ass, her tensed arms and shoulders emphasizing her large breasts which were already heaving dramatically. She even seemed to enjoy the sensation of grinding her crotch against the trapped women’s bodies.

 

Perhaps it was this sensation that reminded her of the erotic potential for the situation, though to be honest, based on Audrey’s face and the quickening pulses experienced by Jannette and Tina, she was the only one who hadn’t seized on it already. Even then, for some reason it took a few seconds and an almost conscious will before her face registered the expected shock for the potential misinterpretation of her actions. With a cry that was meant to convey her absolutely-heterosexual-and-helpless-women-don’t-interest-me-at-all revulsion, she stood up and brushed her clothes smooth, her skin flushed deeply (no doubt from her physical exertion).

 

Audrey seemed a little flushed as well, despite not joining the fracas. She now dropped the inciting jeans, though not before a quick confirmation of just how wide Jannette’s hips were. Jannette and Tina slowly – one might almost say reluctantly - stood up. There was a long, awkward silence.

 

“So, anyway,” Audrey finally forced a noncommittal comment.

 

“Yes,” the others agreed, trying to act nonchalant as they sat back down. Jannette carefully retrieved her jeans and deliberately sat on them to prevent further inspections.

 

Cindy cleared her throat, determined to finish her last point. “Actually, this was a perfect example of what I was saying. Suppose I had been a man, and, you know, interested. Which I totally wasn’t, by the way. You two were almost helpless, right? I know not everyone can be as tall and strong as me, but you’re so…so…I mean, there’s such a thing as just being too short.” A sullen silence. “All I’m saying is, if Tina’s magic were real, she could make you both taller, right? What’s wrong with that?”

 

“Those kinds of spells require some kind of sacrifice or balance,” Tina said musingly. She seemed to be twisting a strange ring on her finger.

 

“Oh right. Of course they do,” Cindy snorted, sensing another excuse. “Let me guess, you’re all out of dragon’s snot or whatever.”

 

“No, I mean a cosmic balance. True physical changes are incredibly dangerous without a countersink. It’d be easy if someone were willing to ‘share’ their height.”

 

“Share?” Audrey asked in puzzlement.

 

“Donate,” Tina clarified. “Like, for instance, if you were willing to be a little shorter, then I could do it.”

 

Audrey actually looked worried, but Cindy gave her a reproving glare.

 

“OK, if that’s all it takes, we’ll be happy to contribute.”

 

“We will?” Audrey asked, turning pale, “But…”

 

“Shh,” Cindy silenced her with a look, then turned expectantly. “So, make her tall.”

 

“You both agree?”

 

“We do,” Cindy answered. When Audrey hesitated, she kicked her.

 

“I guess,” Audrey agreed reluctantly.

 

“All righty then,” Tina exulted.

 

“What?” Jannette turned with wide eyes and open mouth.

 

Tina stood up, as though eager to already loom down on the shortened athletes. She raised her hands dramatically, and started an incantation in Latin. Suddenly, a chill filled the air, and with a flash, the lights went out. Audrey screamed.

 

And then, the lights came back on. Cindy sat ashen-faced, while Audrey jumped up, desperately checking her clothes and the room to see if she’d changed. Tina started laughing.

 

“Psych!” she crowed.

 

And in the relieved recriminations and nervous laughs that followed, no one noticed the new glow to Tina’s ring.

 

The impromptu party broke up almost immediately after the incident, Cindy and Audrey still vaguely uncomfortable with Tina’s joke. Tina leaned back on the couch and dropped her feet into Jannette’s lap.

 

“So, would you really want to be taller?” she asked speculatively.

 

“No,” Jannette lied, then smiled at her own lack of conviction. “Yes. I guess what I’d really like would be for girls like them to see what it was like to be short. Then maybe they wouldn’t make jokes.”

 

“Good enough,” Tina nodded. “At least for a start.”

 

Jannette looked at her in disbelief. “You’re kidding, right?”

 

“Am I?”

 

Jannette snorted at being toyed with. “All right. As long as we’re fantasizing, I wouldn’t mind if they were a little less…opinionated.”

 

“You want them to be into dykes and not dicks,” Tina finished.

 

“No…well, maybe. At least be willing to have an open mind.”

 

“And open pants?”

 

“No.” A pause, then she smiled. “Oh, all right. Yes. Just so they could see what they were missing.”

 

Tina sat up, her hands moving behind Jannette’s back. She started rubbing her shoulders.

 

“And what might that be?” she asked sensuously.

 

“Mmm,” Jannette sighed, relaxing in the massage. Suddenly, she felt the clasp on her bra open. She opened her eyes wide in surprise. Tina’s hands hadn’t been anywhere near.

 

“How…?”

 

“Shh,” Tina answered, using her finger to trace Jannette’s lips, then following with a kiss. “We’ll talk later.”

 

But they didn’t, apparently too preoccupied with less verbal activities that took them right into the early morning.

 

Jannette woke up groggily exultant and sated as the sun began to just lighten the room. Tina was pulling on her clothes.

 

“Hi,” she murmured happily.

 

“Hi yourself,” Tina answered, stepping over for a quick kiss. She finished dressing. “Gotta run out for second. I’ll bring back breakfast.”

 

Jannette drifted back towards sleep, vaguely noting the sounds of jars being moved and liquids pouring somewhere towards Tina’s room.

 

Later morning. Cindy was impatiently waiting for Audrey to finish getting dressed for practice. Audrey seemed to pulling at her shoes and clothes nervously. Cindy guessed the reason and decided to tease her.

 

“Audrey, did you lose weight?” she asked, all innocent concern.

 

“What do you mean?” Audrey asked suspiciously. Were her clothes too baggy?

 

“It’s almost like…Oh my God! You’ve shrunk!” Cindy gasped.

 

Audrey went absolutely white. “What? Are you….where…” Her arms windmilled frantically, and flew around as she hopped up and down as though to measure herself. She was a vision of panic until she saw the way Cindy was smirking. “Oh, funny. Real funny.”

 

“That little witch really had you scared last night, didn’t she?” Cindy teased.

 

“She did not,” Audrey lied, tugging and retying her laces. Her shoes seemed a little too loose the first time. She hoped Cindy hadn’t noticed her trying to actually measure herself against the wall that morning.

 

“Come on!” Cindy said in disbelief. “Do you think if she could really do anything like that, she’d be such a midget? That magic garbage just makes her feel bigger.” A smirk. “And that’s the only way she’ll ever be big. She probably still wears a training bra.”

 

Audrey laughed. “At least Jannette has boobs. She’s almost as big as you are.”

 

An icy pause. “Whatever. Let’s get going. If we miss practice again today, the coach’ll have our butts in a sling.”

 

Audrey stopped by the mini-fridge. “You want a drink?” she asked, referring to their sports formula.

 

“Sure.”

 

A perplexed pause. “Hey, what happened to all of them? There are only a couple left.” She removed the two bottles, handing one to Cindy.

 

“I bet Linda’s been raiding here while we’re away again. We’ll have to…talk to her again.”

 

“You mean steal another boyfriend?” Audrey leered.

 

“Hey, if that’s what it takes to teach her.” Cindy slung her extra clothes in their backpack over her shoulders. “Come on, we’re going to be late.”

 

The first part of practice went uneventfully, and Cindy and Audrey both finished off their drinks leisurely during a break as usual. However, a vague, slight sense of things being off followed them to the second half.

 

The first real indication of a problem was when Cindy jumped up to hammer the ball in her traditional and rather over-dramatic spike move. It was a perfect set-up shot, and Cindy called lustily for her right for the kill. She leapt high, swung her arm forcefully…

 

And spiked the ball right into the net.

 

There were a few giggles and sarcastic asides. “Nice one, Cindy.” “Hey, I could have done that.”

 

Cindy blushed at messing up such a perfect shot. Ignoring them, she concentrated on the ball, and actually bumped one of the other girls aside to get a second chance to show off.

 

Which also went into the net.

 

“Hey, Cindy,” the bumped girl complained. “Poaching’s bad enough. At least make the damned shot.”

 

“Sorry,” Cindy mumbled. And when was the last time the team’s star player had been forced to say that? She unconsciously tugged at her shorts which had slipped a little with her landing.

 

Audrey was having trouble with her serve. Her standard line drives kept hitting the net, and she had to switch to an arcing serve that was much easier to return. Even those didn’t go as deep as she intended. Even her perspective seemed wrong – she could swear the net looked higher than normal, and finally called for it to be checked. The coach measured it with obvious annoyance.

 

“Exactly right,” she announced. “Of course, it had to be that the net was higher, and not your serve being off?” she added sarcastically. “Maybe something to do with that missed practice yesterday?”

 

Audrey quailed a bit as the snickers and looks followed the coach’s direction. One of the girls added, “Or maybe you’ve gotten smaller,” to a round of laughter, not noticing how pale Audrey looked.

 

She tried again, barely getting the ball over the net.

 

“Goddamn it, Audrey! Hit the ball,” her coach ordered. “You and Cindy look pathetic out there - like you have no strength at all. What the hell were you two doing yesterday?”

 

A round of sniggering at the implications, but their play only seemed to deteriorate more as the practice progressed. Cindy was determined to make shot to demonstrate her star ability, and pushed another girl aside once more to go for the ball. She barely had time to notice the ball netting yet again before she felt a blow that made her stagger. Linda, far from deferring to the captain, had angrily pushed back.

 

And quite hard. Cindy was surprised at how strong L seemed, but immediately reacted with anger. She strode over to stand nose to nose with the junior. Their eyes locked. The proverbial sparks flew as they tried to silently intimidate each other.

 

And Cindy was much too angry and frustrated to notice that she was looking Linda evenly in the eye, instead of from her normal 3 inch height advantage.

 

Unfortunately, before anything more physical could develop, the coach intervened.

 

“Kellerman, Roberts,” she announced icily to Cindy and Audrey. “Since the two of you decided to skip yesterday’s practice, and seem to be having trouble with the team concept today, it must mean you’ve moved beyond the need for a simple thing like teams and training. Why don’t you just give me some laps for the rest of the hour?”

 

Audrey had been trying to balance the ball for another serve attempt. It felt strange in her hand for some reason. She looked up, stricken.

 

“But…”

 

“NOW!”

 

Cindy and Audrey slunk away with as much dignity as they could. The other players either ignored them or smirked at their star’s disgrace. No one noticed Brigitte staring as Audrey passed her, looking physically smaller after the rebuke. She could swear she was actually looking over the taller girl’s head. The surprised player shook her head. No, that was impossible.

 

Cindy and Audrey started running slowly in sullen silence. Audrey noticed that Cindy’s tussle had rumpled her clothes – her normally tight shorts and trim shirt hanging a little loosely. In fact, it looked like Cindy must have jumped to a larger, looser style for her shorts. That was too bad. Sometimes when they were running together, she found herself pleasantly distracted by the sight of Cindy’s strong legs and tight ass pumping rhythmically, especially the way they were showcased by her tight little shorts. It was purely aesthetic, she assured herself, but she was disappointed nonetheless by the baggier shorts Cindy had chosen today.

 

She stumbled a bit, and was annoyed to find that the laces had loosened on her shoes again. She stopped to tighten them again, and had to pull on them several times to take up the slack, leaving a little too much hanging over either side. She pulled up her own shorts as she stood, then hurried to catch up to Cindy.

 

“She’s Miss Bitch today,” she offered, slightly out of breath.

 

“Serve her right if we skipped practice entirely. What’s she gonna do, drop us?”

 

A period of silence as they ran. The indoor track seemed longer than normal, no doubt because of their irritation.

 

“Wouldn’t it be cool if magic were real?” Audrey asked. “We could shrink her down to doll size and see how tough she acted then.”

 

A laugh. “Or maybe turn her into a kid. Wouldn’t she look funny with her clothes hanging off her, surrounded by ‘big girls’?”

 

Various speculations followed, all involving various forms of revenge and humiliation that suggest any number of tangent stories, but we feel obliged to return our briefly distracted attention to our principles here. The two friends were still fantasizing about tormenting their coach, when she blew her whistle to signal the end of practice.

 

“OK, same time tomorrow.” She looked up at them sternly as the other girls dispersed. “And that means you!”

 

“Make that hairy legs AND a mustache,” Cindy mumbled, finishing their last scenario. The two thankfully trudged off the track, not noticing that the coach was still staring at them. She in turn thought she must be seeing things, or somehow the sweat from running had strangely affected their clothes. Both girls wore their shorts baggy, and almost knee level, with big, flapping shirts that hung to mid thigh, and yet she would have sworn they were in their standard uniforms at the start of practice. Even their shoes seemed too big, slapping the floor awkwardly as they ran, with the socks puddled around their ankles.

 

It made them almost look…smaller. An image of junior high girls sneaking in to use the track briefly made her tense up, but then she saw their faces and was left puzzled again. She sometimes ran a hard practice, but she’d never had the girls actually shrink from the effort.

 

And with the combined effect of the absurdity of the idea, together with her little joke, she laughingly put the idea out of her mind.

 

Cindy and Audrey kept to themselves in the locker room, ignoring the occasional teasing comment from across the room. In their shower stalls, each had to adjust the shower head, since it had been set too high, and Audrey unconsciously stood on her tiptoes to reach the shampoo rack. Each took a long, leisurely shower, lucky enough not to have morning classes that day, and deliberately waiting until they heard the locker room mostly clear. Almost simultaneously, they stepped out and grabbed a towel.

 

“Hey, new towels,” Cindy said, noticing how much bigger hers was.

 

“Yeah,” Audrey agreed. “These are like real bath towels.” She was amazed. The towel seemed thicker and almost as tall as she was – a far cry from the chintzy industrial size and quality they were used to.

 

They dried off and walked to their lockers, retrieving their street clothes. Cindy pulled on her panties first, and apparently pulled too hard, since the waist came up to her navel. She realized she must have overstretched the elastic, since afterwards they hung a little slackly on her hips. Next came her jeans.

 

“Shit!”

 

Audrey turned at the exclamation. “What’s wrong?”

 

“Look at these!” she said in disgust, pointing at her jeans legs’. The cuffs lay crumpled on her feet. “They must have gotten stretched in the wash. I told you not to try that new fabric softener from Scidram.” She buttoned the jeans up – all too easily. Sure enough, there was a laxness to the waist suggesting it had been affected as well.

 

“Mine too,” Audrey admitted, showing the extra inches at top and bottom. She checked to make sure they were hers. “Maybe we just lost some weight.”

 

Cindy was considering this when she put on her bra, and was even more disturbed to find the cups slightly big. Damn it! She might be down at least half a cup size, and she was really quite proud of her big breasts. Of all the places to lose weight!

 

They finished dressing in somewhat uneasy silence, cataloging the problems. Shoes slipped on all too easily. Shirts seemed unusually roomy. As the unbidden consideration forced its way into their minds, they surreptitiously checked each other out. Although the idea was absurd, they were carefully and nervously checking to see if they seemed any shorter. Each breathed a sigh of relief to see that she looked exactly the right height. Of course, – luckily - neither considered the philosophical problems that arise in taking accurate measurements if the ruler changes. In any case, the maligned fabric softener was roundly and cheerily seized upon as the vile culprit, and they walked off together.

 

They decided to head back to their room, Cindy needing to get in a major study session, and Audrey to work on a paper. They walked along, their cuffs dragging the ground, occasionally hiking up their slipping jeans, and managed to ignore how tall everyone around them was, though more than once, Cindy found herself looking up into another woman’s face – a decidedly unusual event. Once, Audrey stopped to adjust her sandals, since her heels kept slipping out the back strap. All in all, they were decidedly relieved to finally find themselves back in the relative quiet and normalcy of their room.

 

Audrey automatically opened the mini-fridge and grabbed another couple of their favorite sports drinks, not remembering that they were supposedly out before they left. She gratefully started swigging hers while she walked into her bedroom. Her shoes slipped off all too easily.

 

Cindy settled into her favorite chair, book in hand, sipping her drink. The chair seemed unusually roomy and comfortable today, and she unconsciously swung her feet up and over the side since they couldn’t reach the floor any more in a resting position. She tried to concentrate on her chemistry text, but somehow began to feel almost irresistibly warm and drowsy (note: drowsiness while studying chemistry is perhaps not so unusual, and in fact might warrant a warning label on the books), and discussions of polyprotic acids were hardly the sort of subject to snap her out of it. The warmth began to settle in a familiar and intimate region, and before she even realized she was doing it, her hand had slipped under the waist of her jeans. She didn’t notice how easily it did so, or how much room there was around the waist, she only knew that she just needed to massage there “just a bit” to relieve her tension. Soon, the increasingly heavy book fell to her side, and her other hand moved up beneath her extremely baggy shirt. Suddenly, her very loose bra didn’t bother her at all, since she could more easily reach the stiff nipples that also demanded her attention. The oversized cups were pushed aside to allow her gentle squeezing.

 

Audrey wasn’t having much better luck with her work. First, she just couldn’t get comfortable in her computer chair, eventually settling on a position where she had to lean forward and brace her feet on the wheeled pedestal. She began typing quickly enough, but started making more and more mistakes. She had to keep re-centering her fingers an the home keys, and kept mis-striking letters, especially the ones with her pinkies. Taking a short break to control her frustration, she took a long drink from her bottle, surprised at how much it held and how big it felt. Cindy must have bought a larger size. Setting it down, she shrugged her slipping shirt back onto her shoulders, and tried again.

 

If anything it was worse. In addition to ever more typing mistakes (the whole damn keyboard just felt wrong now), she became distracted by her mind wandering uncontrollably into decidedly extracurricular subjects, many of which involved her usual fantasies of being ravished by powerful – and well-endowed - yet romantically sensitive young men (who kept their uniforms on until she was ready). She felt a demanding tingle in her nipples and growing warmth and dampness below that made her shift uncomfortably. Using all her will, she forced herself back to writing, not noticing that she now had her legs folded beneath her on the seat, and had to lean forward at quite an angle to reach the keyboard.

 

It was no use, she just couldn’t get comfortable. She stretched – her shirt falling over one shoulder, and her jeans hanging several inches past her feet – and decided she just had to take a break. Listening carefully, she thought she could hear some slightly heavier breathing from their common room, suggesting Cindy had fallen asleep. Excellent. That would help cover her activities. She hopped off her chair – an alien action that escaped her notice – and went to unfasten her pants, but was surprised to find them falling off on their own accord. She must have unbuttoned them unconsciously when she started to get aroused. Stepping out of the jeans puddle, she slipped off her baggy panties, and climbed onto the bed, actually having to scramble a bit to make it. Opening her bedside table, and searching underneath the sheaf of magazines and papers, she felt the familiar shape of a favorite vibrator.

 

Well, perhaps not so familiar. The cool, jelly rod felt bigger and firmer somehow, but the way she was feeling right now, that didn’t bother her at all. She coated the shaft with some the small tube of lubricant she kept handy, and began sliding the shaft along her vulva. They were already surprisingly wet and swollen, so she was able to turn on the vibrations and move to her clit in no time. Soon, she was moaning and bucking her hips as the vibrator stimulated her. She went to push the shaft inside.

 

And gasped. Usually, when she was this wet, it slid in easily. After all, it was only seven inches and an average width – just enough to provide some welcome pressure. But somehow, it felt bigger – much bigger. She actually had to gently ease it back and forth to get it into her vagina, and when she did do, it actually stretched her out! And that was with almost half the shaft still out. She felt like she was stuffing a water bottle inside her.

 

But again, given how rapidly her lust had built, and the unusually high level it now flared within her, she didn’t care. In fact, it felt wonderful! No wonder some girls could never seem to get a big enough cock. This pressure seemed to magnify the vibrator’s effects – she could feel it deep within her, even as it massaged the walls of her canal, spilling over to her hyper-sensitive clit. She began fucking herself enthusiastically, even desperately, with the huge dildo, not caring why it suddenly seemed so large, and completely ignoring the way her oversized bra was now sliding around her chest. Her shirt covered her like a blanket.

 

Cindy had slipped into a warm, dark fantasy, openly masturbating through her sagging clothes. Her bra was so loose and lax as to be essentially useless, and she pushed it out of the way, easily freeing her swollen breasts. She didn’t even question why her shoulders and upper breasts were beginning to peek through the collar of her shirt, but was just glad to have easier access than through her oversized shirt. Her breasts still felt huge beneath her own hands, though they were only the size of baseballs in the now half-sized woman. She sat with her legs extended, and didn’t realize that they stuck straight out, her feet barely clearing the chair seat, each capped with a comically large sneaker that made her look like a little girl wearing her father’s shoes. It was these oversized shoes that kept her jeans from cascading over her feet, instead causing them to bunch up like an accordion above them. She luxuriated in how wet and slick her sex was, not noticing that she could easily reach both hands down the front of her closed jeans now. She shoved the loose fabric aside for better access, closing her eyes to lose herself in the delightful, building pleasure. Her hands moved faster and she began to moan.

 

Audrey was moaning too. Her magical vibrator somehow seemed to be getting even bigger, stretching her out more and more, the vibrations pushing ever deeper into her body. Indeed, the now child-sized woman could barely fit a third of the shaft in now, and made quite a lewd sight: a three-foot tall woman lying half-naked on her bed, the shaft of a huge, oversized vibrator protruding obscenely from her swollen, stretched sex, and stretching half the length of her thighs. Her tent-like shirt paradoxically began to cover less and less, since he actions kept her lower body naked, and the neck was becoming so large that it exposed her shoulders and upper chest. Pert, pink breasts appeared and disappeared through the collar as she moved her arms.

 

The dildo was becoming almost painful now, yet the pleasure was too much to let go. As her cunt involuntarily contracted around the oversized shaft, it briefly intensified the vibrations and triggered her own orgasm. She screamed and moaned in a high-pitched voice, her legs thrashing around the slowly withdrawing sex toy – now nearly half the width of her thigh. She looked more like some sex video slut wrestling with a comical prop from a surrealist fuck-farce fantasy than a college student getting herself off.

 

The orgasm seemed to accelerate her shrinking. She clutched the log-sized dildo to her, her orgasm fueled by the residual vibrations to an even higher level that left her gasping. She literally shrank into her shirt, and as her head pulled beneath the collar, this plunge into darkness finally broke her orgasmic fog. She pulled at her shirt, stupefied at the amount of fabric that surrounded her, then finally pulled it off. She looked at herself – naked except for a giant-sized bra that hung like a hammock below her small breasts, a 3-foot long vibrator clutched between her legs like some phallic totem pole, her body resting on a bed that now stretched out king-sized around her, the floor a full body length away.

 

And she quite naturally screamed.

 

Cindy was disturbed from her own pleasant post-orgasmic semi-sleep by the high-pitched cries. It almost sounded like Audrey, except much higher and fainter, like she was farther away. There was also a muffled quality, but the reason for that became obvious the moment she opened her eyes – she was in darkness, completely covered by fabric. Apparently someone had snuck in and thrown a blanket over her while she masturbated. Angrily, and with some embarrassment, she worked the cloth over her head and tossed it to the floor.

 

The light briefly dazzled her, and she only vaguely noticed the color of the discarded blanket – a sort of blue, like the color of her shirt. A shirt, she suddenly realized, she wasn’t wearing! In fact, she was completely naked! How the hell…?

 

She looked around in confusion. Her chair was huge – three times normal size, and her legs didn’t even reach the edge. Underneath her were some crumpled cloths – a tent like volume of some rough denim material, with a huge brass button showing. On the floor, there were a pair of giant’s shoes – at least two or three feet long, with huge socks still inside, as though discarded together. Something huge and heavy pushed against her arm. She turned to a table-sized expanse of some shiny, hard surface with lettering that had fallen into the chair next to her.

 

And then, in horror, she recognized the letters as the title of her chemistry book.

 

She stared at the book in complete shock for what could have been minutes, Audrey’s earlier screams forgotten (and now quiet). Tentatively, she reached out to touch the cover. It looked right – there was that rough spot where she’d scuffed it – and it felt right (if she could reasonably suppose to know what a four-foot tall textbook cover would feel like), but she still recoiled in disbelief. She must be having some kind of nightmare.

 

If so, it was the most realistic she’d ever had. Every detail in the room was there – the furniture (albeit giant-sized almost beyond easy recognition), the pictures, the papers she’d been working on – even the discarded soda cans and empty snack bags (and who ever dreamed garbage into their nightmares?). And now, she recognized the expanse of fabric beneath her as her jeans, so large as to be unwearable. In continued astonishment, she noticed a large white cloth, collapsed and partly sticking out of them, and reached out to pull it free. When it expanded in the air, she recognized her panties, seemingly parachute-sized. The admittedly unwarranted implication (to paraphrase a movie line, her “absolutely enormous panties”) made her blush despite her continued shock.

 

Audrey’s voice broke her stupefaction. Again, her voice sounded high and faint, but it carried a recognizable note of fear.

 

“Cindy? Cindy, are you out there?”

 

What to do? She still felt paralyzed by her condition, even if it was just a dream. Of course, it had to be that. Such a thing was clearly impossible. Certainly inexplicable by science. And it wasn’t like there was such a thing as magic.

 

The thought made her pause, soundly vaguely familiar. She felt the cold, glossy cardboard of her book against her skin, she felt the slowly drying wetness of her earlier masturbation. The rough fabric of her mammoth jeans. These weren’t sensations she expected in dreams - they were all too real. The truth was just beginning to force its way home, when their room door opened.

 

And there, framed by the doorway, was a Brobdingnagian giantess, seemingly at least 12 feet tall. Cindy cowered instinctively, both from fear and a sudden sense of her nakedness.

 

And only then did she recognize the giantess as Jannette.

 

Jannette scanned the room quickly, not noticing the doll-sized woman in the chair at first.

 

“Hello? Cindy? Audrey? Tina said you needed to see….EEEK!”

 

The last was occasioned when she finally noticed the tiny, naked woman standing in Cindy’s chair. She crossed the floor slowly, her eyes wide in wonder. It hardly seemed possible for them to open any farther, but they did when she recognized the tiny figure.

 

“Oh my God! Cindy?” Despite her shock, she couldn’t help noticing the marvelous body of the shrunken athlete. She reached out to touch her.

 

And felt the tiny sting of a rebuffing slap.

 

Of course, to Cindy, it had been as forceful a blow as she could manage, actually hurting her hand, and she was chagrined to see that it barely deflected Jannette’s fingers. Jannette jerked her hand back, primarily from surprise.

 

“Wow,” she murmured in amazement. Her more open mind and dabblings in the occult allowed her to accept and admire the transformed woman much more quickly. Still, she wasn’t sure how the transformation had been accomplished. “What happened?” she asked.

 

Cindy allowed her shock and fear to transform into anger. It was just too convenient that Jannette would show up like this after her change.

 

“Don’t give me that!” she screamed. “It’s perfectly obvious what happened. You sick dykes have managed to cast some fucking spell, haven’t you? I should have expected some kind of perverted garbage like this.” While she ranted, Jannette was examining her outgrown clothes, and currently held up the discarded panties. Seeing that infuriated Cindy even more. “God damn it! Stop that and pay attention to me, you fucking queer! And stop touching my panties!”

 

Jannette felt her own surge of anger, not only at the verbal abuse, but at being ordered around by a two-foot tall harridan. She promptly dropped the panties – right over Cindy’s head.

 

Cindy choked and screamed in rage as she tried to free herself, the experience all the worse since her panties were still damp and quite musky from her earlier arousal. Her fury hardly abated when she found Jannette calmly inspecting her bra.

 

“Are you really a Audrey?” Jannette asked. She smirked as she looked as she looked at Cindy’s breasts – still quite large on her frame, but still only the size of plums. “You don’t look that big.”

 

Cindy spluttered. “How dare…!”

 

“Shut up,” Jannette said, tired of the ranting.

 

“What?” Cindy goggled in disbelief.

 

“Shut up,” Jannette repeated, looking around. “Where’s Audrey?”

 

A squeak made her turn, and she suddenly noticed another tiny figure in the doorway. It was Audrey, also about two feet tall, who had finally gotten the nerve to climb off her bed to seek help. Her surprise at finding Cindy in the same predicament, and apparently at the mercy of the suddenly gigantic Jannette had frozen her in place, but seeing the giantess actually notice her made her turn and run.

 

She ran squeaking and screaming back to her room, feeling the floor actually shake as the normal-sized Jannette rapidly made up the distance. She dashed inside, turned and started to push at the door, frustrated at trying to move what felt to be about a hundred pounds of wood. The footsteps sounded outside just as it started to swing.

 

And it froze in place. She pushed and heaved, grunting impressively, but couldn’t move it an inch. When she finally looked up, she saw Jannette smiling in delight as she held it open with one finger. She yiped again and started to run, making the mistake of trying first to hop onto her bed, which would have now required her to vertical leap more than her own height. In inspiration, she started to dart underneath, but suddenly felt a tarp-like cloth envelop her.

 

“No you don’t,” Jannette decided, catching the tiny woman in Cindy’s bra and dragging her back. A moment later, and she’d transferred Audrey to her hands.

 

She hadn’t been prepared for the tactile thrill of actually holding the tiny woman. Her skin was warm, soft and incredibly smooth. She could feel the tiny cleft of her buttocks moving along her palm and felt an erotic thrill, made even greater when Audrey began to struggle and she was able to overpower her so effortlessly. Although she was near toddler size, she seemed much weaker, probably an effect of her proportionally slighter build.

 

Audrey’s struggles did serve to brush her breasts against Jannette’s fingers. They seemed so small – barely walnut sized – yet perfectly formed and proportional. She reached a finger out to touch one of the pen-point sized nipples, amazed at how hard it seemed. She pushed it experimentally.

 

“Ow!” Audrey complained, stopping her struggling and bringing her hands up to guard her sensitive nipples.

 

“Sorry,” Jannette admitted. She looked around the room, perhaps hoping to find yet another shrunken beauty, and her eyes went wide as she caught sight of the large vibrator on the bed. She suddenly noticed how sticky Audrey’s thighs were. She smirked. “I think I know what you were doing when it happened.”

 

Audrey blushed. “Never mind that. Put me down.”

 

Jannette just shook her head and walked back into the room to find Cindy turned around and suspended at the edge of her chair, her toes stretched down in an attempt to reach the ground. When she saw Jannette was back, she let out a squeak and dropped the last few inches (about a foot to her). Unfortunately, before she could recover and run, Jannette had caught her up too. It was hard to sat which found the situation more unbelievable – the two tiny women caught helplessly in mid air and held easily, one to a hand, or the woman who held them.

 

“Wow, when Tina said I’d find a ‘little surprise’ she wasn’t kidding,” Jannette mused aloud. “I wondered what she meant when she said you two were a couple of real dolls.”

 

“Put us down, you perverted pygmy!” Cindy demanded, beating at the unbreakable grip around her waist.

 

Jannette’s face clouded. “I’d be careful who you called a pygmy right now, Cindy.” A wicked look, and she held Cindy up high, at least two or three body lengths above the floor. “Or I might drop you.”

 

Cindy went pale and kicked her legs. “No! Don’t. I …I’m sorry. Please let me down.”

 

“That’s better,” Jannette decided, bringing her back to Audrey’s level, though she didn’t set Cindy down as asked. “Now, what should I do with you two?”

 

Both girls’ eyes went wide at the implication. Audrey seemed frightened, but not entirely panicked, whereas Cindy again went into a rage.

 

“You wouldn’t dare!” she shouted, her voice comically high in its indignation. “You lesbian witch! Let…me…go!” These words were each accompanied with a extra push to free herself. “I’m not going to be any sick dyke’s plaything.”

 

“I think it’s a little late for that,” a new voice put in, making them all turn. The two shrunken women felt a new twinge of fear, while Jannette felt a warm pleasure at seeing Tina in the door behind them. “So, can I cook or what?” Tina finished rhetorically.

 

“You? You did this?” Cindy demanded, ceasing her struggles.

 

“Of course. From your suggestion,” Tina replied coolly.

 

“What?”

 

“I told you. It’s so much easier to make a person taller when someone else is willing to be smaller. Assuming you both drank a full bottle of my potion, I’d guess we have about 48 inches to play with right here.” She held her finger up to emphasize her ring.

 

“Is that how you did it?” Jannette asked.

 

“Partly,” Tina answered. “It’s a ring of control and helps focus and control the actual spell’s magic. I got the control when Cindy here agreed to be part of our experiment.”

 

Audrey managed to kick Cindy from Jannette’s adjacent hand. “I TOLD you!”

 

“Oh, don’t blame her,” Tina interrupted. “I could have done it anyway, and truth to tell, you’ve both been asking for a takedown. This just makes it…more interesting. See, instead of just shrinking you, I can control your sizes. I could give you your inches back.” A long, significant pause. “Or I can give them to someone else.”

 

Jannette make a small sound as she felt her body tingle. Her feet seemed to move ever so slightly on the floor, and she thought there was a funny “stretching” feeling in her legs. Although everything else looked pretty much the same, she gasped when Tina came closer and she realized she was looking slightly down to meet her eyes.”

 

“Tina!” she exclaimed. “You shrunk too.”

 

A giggle. “No, silly. You’re bigger. Look.”

 

Jannette followed her pointing finger and saw that there was now a small bit of ankle showing under her jeans’ cuffs. She suddenly noticed that her shirt was slightly tighter as well.

 

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