Carol sipped her coffee and pulled up her phone’s screen to read the morning news. She couldn’t help but grimace as she saw her reflection in the black screen. Everyone told her she was aging gracefully, but aging gracefully was still… aging. She looked at the hint of crow’s feet in the corner of her eyes and scowled. She’d found a grey hair the other night too, a harbinger of more to come…

Stop that, she told herself, you are HOT you are a COUGAR! You are… thirty...

“Happy birthday to me,” she muttered as she opened her phone, viewing the notifications.

There was a knock on the door, and she sighed and got up to answer it.

“Good morning Miss Adams!” James said with a smile. “I’m here with your rent check! You can call it your birthday present.”

“Come in!” she said with a kind smile, “I just made breakfast, you need to eat something! You’re skin and bone!”

James was one of her favorite tenants, living in the basement apartment below her own house, the two of them saw each other more than most of the other renters did. Something about the young student just lit up her nurturing instincts. He was a scrawny boy in his sophomore year of study, with straw-blonde hair a shy attitude made worse by the fact that he’d evidently moved across several states for study and had few friends or family nearby.

“Well,” James said with a smile, “okay, I guess it couldn’t hurt.” He sat down and started serving himself, filling a plate with bacon and fried potatoes. He knew she always cooked “too much” breakfast on days he’d be by to drop the rent off, and he appreciated the gesture.

Miss Adams herself, or Carol as she vainly insisted he call her, was certainly easy on the eyes too. She had a curly mop of brown hair and a curvy body that haunted his fantasies. His mouth went dry as she tipped her coffee mug back, slurping up the dregs and exposing those massive breasts. He blinked and forced himself to look back down at his breakfast.

She’s so nice to you, he thought angrily at himself, and you’re always perving on her. He shook his head slightly, finishing his meal.

“If you’re not doing anything today, there’s a new girl moving in to the unit a few doors down,” Carol said with a smile, “a big strong guy like you might help her with her stuff.”

He snorted; big strong guy like me? yeah right.

Still, he wanted to be friendly, “Sure,” he said with a smile, “I’ll stop by and ask if they need any help.”

She smiled pleasantly as he left, you really should try to date more James, she thought to herself. For a moment she indulged the fantasy of taking him out on a date herself, complete with ending back at her place… She giggled, you’re way too old for him.

With a sigh she put the dishes away, thinking over the things she had to do that morning. Her rental units were fairly low maintenance, she almost exclusively rented to students like James who weren’t here for the college party life. That gave her plenty of time for her real passion, witchcraft.

With a hum she stepped up the stairs to the house’s attic. She felt a slight buzz as she passed through the wards of protection, and the wooden passage creaked as she entered her laboratory.

“Happy birthday granny,” a smug female voice called as she walked in. With a scowl Carol turned to see the red skinned demoness, Asmodea, lounging on a couch at the far end of the wall. The demon was using her long tail to scroll through a smartphone while she held it in her hand, and casually chewing pink bubble gum with an occasional *pop*.

“Be nice,” Carol said, hefting a squirt bottle of holy water.

Asmodea gulped, “I mean uh, happy birthday, you’re aging like wine!”

“That’s better,” Carol muttered, placing it back on the table while she walked over to her cauldron. “You’re my familiar now, I expect you to be polite, courteous, and most importantly not evil!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Asmodea muttered, going back to her phone, I’ll corrupt your ass so bad they’ll be calling you the wicked witch of the apartment complex, the demon assured herself. Still, despite her thoughts, the witch had proven more resilient to her attempts than she’d expected. “Out of curiosity, you ever think about just letting me go?” Asmodea asked, “getting a familiar a little more your speed?”

“After all the trouble I went through to catch you?” Carol laughed, “look, a succubus wasn’t exactly what I had in mind for my first familiar, but I couldn’t let you just keep going on a rampage through those frat houses. You’re much better off sealed up here in the attic.”

“Hey, everyone was having a great time,” Asmodea protested, “until someone showed up with that super soaker full of holy water…”

“Enough,” Carol snapped, “Asmodea, your mistress commands you, assist me at the potions table.”

“You can just say come over here,” the demon muttered, standing up and joining her. “So, what are we brewing up today? Magical wrinkle cream?”

“Thirty isn’t old!” Carol protested. She paused, thinking a moment, “out of curiosity, would you happen to know a youth or vitality potion?” She tried to keep the desperation out of her voice.

“Oh yeah,” Asmodea laughed, “it’s one of the most common ones that witches brew up.” She gazed around the laboratory a moment, “yeah, looks like you’ve got pretty much everything you need here, let’s get started.”

…

Mary Hopkins crossed her arms, looking angrily at her parents as the last of her things were carried into the apartment. As an Acolyte of The Order, she’d spent most of her life in their hidden mountain base, only straying out into the world at large for training and missions. Until now anyway… her parents were insistent that she had to live here in the mundane world, that it was important that she learn to “function,” whatever that meant…

Her parents were dressed in civilian clothes, button up shirts and jeans, Mary had defiantly worn her brown leather jacket over a white tunic, along with a well-tailored pair of pants that hide multiple knives and other weapons. She’d have liked to wear a full set of armor, and maybe her broadsword or crossbow, but her father had put his foot down on that one…

“I still don’t understand what you expect me to do here,” she said bitterly, crossing her arms.

“You will go to classes,” her mother explained, “you will meet people! You will be friendly!”

“Pfft,” Mary waved dismissively, “these sheep don’t know the terror that waits in the night mother, you cannot expect me to take their mundane concerns seriously!”

“See, talking like that is exactly what I mean,” her dad said, rolling his eyes, “clearly we pushed you way too far into the order’s disciplines, you will attend this university for at least one semester, and I expect good grades, a social circle, maybe a boyfriend-“

“Father,” Mary gasped, “to abandon my divine calling in order to fraternize with the opposite sex would be-“

“What every other member of the Order does,” Her father said with a chuckle, “Goodbye Mary.”

With that her parents got into their car, closing the doors and driving away. Mary sighed, looking at the prison of normality she’d been forced into.

It’s only for one semester, she reasoned, then I can move back in to my quarters at the fortress and-“

“Hi!” a male voice said from behind her. Reflexively Mary’s arms came up over her head, grabbing the stranger’s arm and twirling easily, bringing him to the ground as she knelt over him.

James grunted as his back hit the ground with a thud, he looked up at the girl, wide eyed. She had dark, almost black hair, and her blue eyes were lit up as she pinned him, her lithe form alive and tense. Mary blinked, blushing as she realized what she’d done. She mumbled an apology, then helped the stranger up.

“Uh, sorry if I surprised you,” James muttered, still a bit stunned.

“It’s okay,” the girl muttered, straightening her jacket. “I uh… I’m really into self-defense.”

“I can see that,” James said, impressed, “uh, I’m James. I saw you moving in and thought I’d come give you a hand?”

“Oh,” Mary said dismissively, “I’ve already finished moving my things in.” She pushed the door to her apartment open, revealing a sparse room with a mattress sitting on the ground, a laptop computer, and a few yet to be unpacked cardboard boxes.

“I see,” James said uncertainly. “Minimalist, I like it.”

“Asceticism sharpens the mind and body,” Mary replied. She turned to regard him, “I’m Mary,” she said, holding a hand out.

“James,” he said, wincing at her strong grip as he shook her hand. “So, are you from around here or you from out of state like me?”

“Out of state,” she said, “I’ve been studying at a… religious institution until now and I wanted to try something new.”

“Oh, cool,” James said. He noticed her outfit for the first time, it seemed odd, like something you’d wear to the renaissance fair? He decided not to question it, he wasn’t exactly a fashion guru himself, as his faded anime convention shirt could attest.

“Well, I live in the basement unit over there,” he pointed to a two-story home at the edge of the complex, “it’s right under the landlady’s house actually, she’s pretty nice. Anyways, you want me to show you around the complex?”

Mary thought it over, mother and father do want me to fraternize with the uninitiated… and this one does have a pleasing face, in spite of his lack of fortitude…

“Sure,” she said with a forced smile.

…

“And there we go,” Asmodea said with a smile as the second cauldron stopped bubbling “standard youth and vitality potions!”

“Two potions?” Carol asked curiously.

“Yeah, this one is a little more complicated than just brew and drink,” Asmodea explained, “first, you take this one.” She pointed to the now still pink mixture.

Carol grabbed a nearby goblet, scooping it in to the cauldron and drawing out a cupful of the potion. She sniffed it a moment and grimaced, it had a sour, pungent odor. She hesitated, glancing at the demon, who gave her a thumbs up. Her familiar couldn’t knowingly take any action to harm her, or disobey direct commands, but that still left plenty of wiggle room for… mischief.

Asmodea seemed to guess her thoughts and rolled her eyes, “it’s not going to hurt you! It’s a very standard youth and vitality ritual, witches have been using it for centuries.”

“Very well,” Carol muttered, and with that she drank it down, feeling the oily mixture seem to slide down her throat. She grimaced, fighting a gag, then finally coughing as it seemed to settle in her stomach. “What now?” she rasped, steadying herself, “I drink the next one?”

“Oh no,” Asmodea said, “that one goes to your target.”

She frowned, “my target?”

“Yeah,” Asmodea said with a grin, “you give this to a guy you like, or who likes you, and then you’ll slowly drain him and-“

Carol sighed angrily, “I should have known better than to take your advice,” she muttered, “this is a curse, isn’t it?”

“Well, for whoever drinks the other potion, sure,” Asmodea said with a shrug, “but it’ll make you super hot, I guarantee it!”

“What part of no evil don’t you understand?” Carol asked, exasperated.

“Like the whole concept I guess,” Asmodea said, “but whatever, if you don’t want to use it, it’s no skin off my tail.”

“I’m going to dump this down the drain,” she muttered, hefting the second cauldron, sloshing the yellow mixture inside.

“If you don’t want anyone being exposed to that stuff you probably shouldn’t do that,” Asmodea said.

She sighed, “what’s the proper way to dispose of this stuff then?”

“Stick it somewhere cold and it’ll eventually go inert,” Asmodea said, “seems like a waste of a good potion though.”

“Will the fridge work?” Carol asked.

Asmodea shrugged, “probably.”

“Well, there’s a milk jug in there that’s almost empty anyways,” Carol muttered. She sighed, angry over a morning wasted.

…

James walked back to his apartment, having spent most of the afternoon showing Mary around the complex. She was… odd, but maybe that was just nerves from moving someplace new? She seemed really into true crime stuff too, she’d asked a lot of questions about weird disappearances or murders, and he could tell she was disappointed when he told her that nothing like that ever happened around here.

He frowned as he noticed a large package on Miss Adam’s doorstep. He diverted from the steps leading down to the basement, hefting it up with a grunt. He rang the doorbell, and a moment later his landlady opened the door.

“Hi Miss Adams,” he said, holding the package, “I saw a delivery person left this, and I know how much you hate having your packages left out.”

“Oh, thank you James!” she said sweetly. She reached to take it from him, but he just grunted and hefted it away.

“It’s uh, kind of heavy,” he muttered, “do you have a place you want it?”

“Just bring it into the kitchen!” she said, opening the door wider and gesturing for him to follow her, “and stop calling me Miss Adams! You’ve lived here for a year now; you don’t need to be so formal!” At her direction he hefted the box into the kitchen with a grunt.

“What’s in this thing?” he muttered, panting a moment as his arms ached. I really need to start hitting the gym or something…

“Just some decorative rocks for the garden,” she said with a smile. Decorative rocks with runes of protection… “I’m going to go get some scissors to open this box up, why don’t you get yourself a drink? Help yourself.”

She hummed softly as she walked to her office, sauntering her wide hips and drawing James’ eyes. He felt something stir within himself, and fought it off. With a sigh he went to the cupboard and got himself a glass. He opened the refrigerator, deciding to spoil himself with a bit of cola or maybe juice. His eyes lingered on an unlabeled gallon jug of a yellow liquid. Lemonade maybe? With a shrug he took it out and poured himself a glass.

“Okay, let’s see if they got my order right,” Carol said sweetly, brandishing the scissors as she returned to the kitchen. She froze when she saw the jug of potion on the table, and James finishing a glass of it. “O-Oh you drank the-“

“Is this homemade lemonade? He asked, licking his lips, “it’s a little sour, like it needs a little more sugar…”

“S-Sugar, right,” she repeated, oh god what have I done? “Uh, hey James, why don’t you just… wait here a moment.”

He frowned, “sure, everything okay?”

“I need to… check the smoke detector in your apartment! It’s not safe to go down there, just stay here!”

He watched as his panicked landlady raced out of the kitchen. James just shrugged and went to the faucet, hoping a glass of water would wash the taste of that “lemonade” out of his mouth.

“Asmodea!” Carol said, bounding into the attic, “the potion! How does it work!?”

The succubus had been reading a magazine, and was startled enough by the witch’s entrance that she stumbled off the couch. With a grumble she stood back up, regarding Carol and then smirking ater panicked expression.

“Oooh, someone used the curse!” she said teasingly, “who’d you pick? A cute mailman? Pizza delivery guy?”

“For your information it was the boy who lives downstairs, and it was an accident!” Carol hissed, “what does it do, and how do I cancel it?”

“It sucks him dry and makes you stunningly beautiful,” Asmodea said. “Didn’t we go over this?”

Carol gulped, imagining James rapidly aging, shriveling away and then collapsing into dust. She gave a whimper, almost falling to her knees.

“Oh relax,” Asmodea said, “look, he’ll get smaller, you’ll get prettier, it’s not so bad.”

She paused, “s-smaller?”

“Well yeah, as his physical presence is drained and converted into youth, beauty, and vitality, he gets smaller,” Asmodea said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Any time he has a lustful thought about you, or thinks of you during the moment of his pleasure, it’ll happen…”

Carol blinked, “s-so you’re saying that this curse, it’s only going to take effect if James has a lustful thought about… me?”

“Yes,” Asmodea giggled, “it’s a delightfully cruel hex, the target gets smaller the more they are consumed by their lust for the witch, and as she gets more beautiful he’s entranced even further in a vicious cycle!”

“Well, we have nothing to worry about,” Carol chuckled, “James would never be interested in me like that.”

“Uh, look, as a demon it’s kind of my thing to make fun of your insecurities and all, but…” Asmodea bit her lip, trying to think of how to word it, “you uh, might be surprised.”

Carol just rolled her eyes, “please, I’m ten years older than him, and with his cute looks he’s probably got girls throwing themselves at him.”

…

James checked his phone, Miss Adams, Carol, had been gone an awfully long time. He sighed and looked around, his eyes lingered on some photos held to the fridge by magnets. One in particular caught his eye, and his throat went dry as he saw the smiling form of Miss Ad- Carol, in a bikini at a beach.

He got up from the table, taking a closer look. In the skimpy swimwear his landlady’s ample assets were visible in full, those massive breasts, and a wide plump backside that he could imagine burying him like an avalanche.

…

“Well,” Carol sighed, “that’s one crisis averted, I guess we should-“ she gasped as her whole body tingled. The air seemed to shimmer, and she struggled to stay steady on her feet as a wave of lust came over her.

“Wow,” Asmodea mused, “yep, no way he’s into you, no way at all.” The succubus snapped her fingers, and a hand mirror appeared in her hand. She handed to Carol, who took it shakily.

“Oh wow,” she said, looking at her face in awe. She ran her hands over her skin, small imperfections had disappeared, wrinkles at the corners of her eyes had flattened, and everything her fingers touched was soft and smooth.

“That’s just the beginning,” Asmodea said. “Seriously, you’re going to look so great by the time you’re done sucking all his essence out.”

“James!” she said in panic. She fled the attic, stomping down the stairs and peeling back into the kitchen.

The sudden appearance of his landlady startled him, and he felt suddenly guilty for looking at her vacation photo. He blinked as she rapidly closed the distance between them, was she always that tall?

Heels, he reassured himself she just put on some heels… He stared at her another moment, fighting the urge to let his jaw drop. Her face looked… radiant, did she put on makeup? He wondered; she couldn’t have had time…

“H-Hey Carol,” he stammered, looking up at a landlady that was now a few inches taller than him, “did you replace the smoke detector?”

“Uh, yeah,” She said, looking down at him in awe. “Listen, James, I’ve got a lot to get done…”

“Right,” he said, “I’ll get out of your hair.” He turned to leave, stumbling slightly. He paused, looking down with a frown. His pantlegs were hanging low, and his shoes felt loose too…

Carol watched him go, trying to ignore the feeling of lust building in her as the now shorter man walked away. His helpless form was suddenly so enticing, she wanted to just pin him to the ground and give him a rough kiss, then take him right there on the floor! She breathed out slowly, forcing herself to calm down.

It’s the spell, she reasoned, it’s probably drawing us to one another…

She hurried back up to the attic, where a chuckling Asmodea was waiting.

“Well?” The demon asked.

“He’s definitely a few inches shorter,” she muttered, “I don’t think he noticed.” She fought a girlish giggle, “I can’t believe he’s thinking about me like that though…”

“Okay cougartown, let’s focus up here,” Asmodea said, with a smug smirk, “are you one hundred percent sure you don’t want to just shrink this guy away to nothing and make yourself a supermodel?”

“YES!” Carol said indignantly.

“Fine,” Asmodea said, crossing her arms angrily, “well, I’ve got no idea how to cancel this once it’s started, so we’re going to need to do some research. Roughly how much time do you think we have?”

“Er… I’m not sure I follow,” Carol said uncertainly.

“Let me spell it out for you,” Asmodea said with a sigh, “this guy is going to shrink every time he has dirty thoughts about you, right?”

“Right,” Carol said, nodding.

“So how often do you think that would be?” the demon continued, “like, was that just a fluke downstairs, does this guy have lots of prime tail chasing him and he won’t think about you again, what am I working with here Carol?”

“Well, he doesn’t have a girlfriend,” Carol said, biting her lip nervously, “and he doesn’t seem to go on a lot of dates…”

“Okay, what does he like to do?” Asmodea said, gesturing for more info, “is he at the club a lot? Maybe he’s a gym rat?”

“No, he’s pretty small, I don’t think he works out,” Carol giggled, “he’s very into some science fiction series, something with an emperor I think?”

“Okay, that could tell us a lot,” Asmodea said eagerly, “was it Star Wars? If he’s into that he’s practically a normal well-adjusted guy.”

“No, it wasn’t that,” Carol said, trying to remember.

“Dune maybe?” Asmodea said hopefully, “a little more obscure, but not totally outside the realm of-“

“No,” Carol muttered, “it was the one with the little plastic figurines, war-something. He brings them home from the store and paints them. It’s actually pretty neat!”

Asmodea’s face fell, “Oh Lucifer… Well Carol, buckle up, because we do not have a lot of time. This guy sounds like some kind of super nerd and he’s probably going to jack off to you as soon as he gets home!”

Her eyes went wide, “Y-You really think he would-“

“Carol, he lost a couple inches just talking to you for a few minutes,” the demon poked her roughly in the chest, “now, we’ve got a nerdy, single guy with a crush on his older landlady, do you know what nerdy single guys do at the end of the day?”

“W-What?” Carol stammered.

“They jerk off!” Asmodea laughed, “now again, my opinion is that you should just let this happen, if you really like the guy, we can get a hamster cage to keep him in, a lot of witches liked to keep their victims as pets once they’d sucked them mostly dry, they’re pretty cute and-“

“No!” Carol said angrily, “We’re going to find a way to fix this before he gets that small!”

…

James looked down at his freshly painted miniatures and sighed happily, now that is a good way to spend a free evening, he thought to himself. He got up from his table and flopped on his bed, trying to think of something to kill time. All of his school assignments were done, and he wasn’t quite in the mood to hop on his PC for gaming just yet. His eyes lingered on a bottle of lotion by the bed, and he felt something stir in him as he remembered how radiant Miss Adams, Carol, had looked. He’d always had a thing for her, but today she’d looked better than she ever had before.

With a shrug he reached for the lotion and box of tissues

…

“I’m still not finding anything,” Asmodea said, flipping through a spellbook casually, “we could call someone downstairs, but most hellbound demons won’t tell you shit without some souls to trade, and we don’t exactly have any spare ones laying around.”

“Keep looking!” Carol said. She sighed and tried to focus on the Latin translation of a grimoire on protection from curses.

She gasped suddenly, dropping the book as the same tingle from earlier washed over her body. A fire lit in her loins, and she fell to her knees and groaned as an orgasm rocked her body. She suddenly had an image of James, his face contorted in pleasure, she was standing over him, no, towering over him! He was a toy in her hand, a miniscule plaything in her power, a worshipper of her divine beauty!

“YES!” she hissed loudly, letting the waves of pleasure wash over her.

“Oh damn,” Asmodea laughed, “looks like your nerd got done playing with his dolls and decided to play with something else.”

“H-he doesn’t play with dolls, they’re miniatures,” Carol said weakly, forcing herself back to her feet. She panted a moment, steadying herself against a table.

“Whoa,” Asmodea said, taking a look at the witch, “you clean up good!” She reached for the mirror again, handing it to Carol.

“Whoa,” Carol echoed, looking at herself. Her hair was silky and thick, shining in the light, her breasts seemed to defy gravity, and her cheekbones seemed more defined. She was beginning to look like someone people might stop to look at on the street, like a news anchor, or a model…

“You’re taller,” Asmodea said, looking up at her thoughtfully. The two were usually the same height, around 5’ 5”, but now Carol had a few inches on her. “Your boy must like to look up at girls.”

“What do you mean?” Carol asked, still looking over her new appearance in awe.

“The beautification, for lack of a better word, is guided by the tastes of your victim,” Asmodea explained. “He likes ‘em busty and tall? You’re going to get busty and tall.”

“S-So how do you think he’s doing?” she asked nervously.

Asmodea shrugged, “I’m guessing that, given how good you look, there’s no way he hasn’t noticed it.”

…

“What the fuck?” James whispered in shock, the third time in as many seconds. His clothes were hanging off him, and the bed seemed larger somehow? He slid off it and let his feet hit the floor, stunned at how high his mattress was.

There was a knock at the door, and, in a daze, he walked towards it. He stumbled, realizing that his pants had fallen down, and he numbly reached for them, holding them up as he turned the doorknob.

His eyes went wide as he looked up at the statuesque figure of his landlady. If Carol had looked good before, now she was like something out of a fantasy, with enormous breasts that jutted out at him, creating a deep valley of cleavage that was almost at eye level. Blinking in awe, he let his gaze drift down, her hips had a deeper curve, giving her a decidedly hourglass shape.

“Hi James,” she said weakly, looking down at him with a small smile, “I just... wanted to check in, are you… okay?”

“I-I,” he stammered, “I don’t know…” He looked down at his clothing, hanging off him loosely, then up at his landlady, who towered over him where they’d stood eye to eye that morning. “Miss Ada- Carol, something really weird is happening!”

“Oh dear,” she murmured. She reached out and pulled him into a hug, and he grunted as his face was buried in her massive chest. She held her hand against the back of his head, hoping to comfort him, “James, it’s going to be okay, do you hear me?”

She released him and he stumbled backwards, almost dropping his pants again, “I’m smaller,” he whispered, “is this a thing that happens?” His eyes widened, “I think I need to go to a doctor!”

“No!” Carol said a little too quickly, “Uh… that is to say…” she thought quickly, looking at his confused expression. “If you go to a doctor for shrinking… they’ll probably want to send you to a government lab!”

“Just like E.T.” James breathed fearfully.

“Exactly!” Carol said, seizing on it, “why don’t you just… sleep on it! Then we can figure out what to do about it tomorrow, maybe it’ll just go back to normal?” Maybe I’ll have a fix by then…

“Uh, okay,” he muttered, “I think… I think I’m just going to go lay down then…”

…

“How’s he taking it?” The demon asked, giggling as Carol stormed into the kitchen.

“I think he’s calmed down a little,” she said, sitting down at the table with a huff, “I gave him a hug and sent him to bed.”

“You gave him a hug?” Asmodea laughed, “you are just digging the hole deeper, you probably shoved his face right into those bazookas!” she gestured at Carol’s expansive chest.

“Well, he’s already… relieved himself for today,” Carol said, crossing her arms, “so that should buy us some time.”

Asmodea was quiet a moment, “you uh, don’t have a lot of experience with men, do you Carol?”

She was quiet a moment, not wanting to admit that the demon was right. Asmodea just giggled at her, fighting the urge to break into full laughter.

“Okay, so what do you suggest?” Carol asked angrily.

“Okay, so just hear me out,” Asmodea began, “three words, cursed chastity cage, I run down there, slip it on him, bing bang boom, our problems are over!”

“Absolutely not!” Carol said angrily “we’ve already cursed him once; I’m not going to put some… unholy sex toy on his dingaling!”

“But-“

“I said no!” Carol said, slamming her palm down on the table.

“Fine, whatever, I want him to shrink,” Asmodea said, rolling her eyes, “maybe once you’re a perfect twelve out of ten and he’s your little pet you’ll finally realize how much it kicks ass to be evil!”

“I’m never going evil!” Carol snapped, “I’m a good witch and you are going to be a good demon for as long as you’re bound to me!”

“Gotcha boss,” Asmodea said with a smirk, “well, in the spirit of helpfulness, I feel I must tell you that I don’t think there’s a way to cancel this curse.”

“That’s okay,” Carol said with a sigh, running her fingers through her now perfect and luscious hair, “we just need to… figure out a management strategy, then we can fix it on the back end.” She gave a smile that looked way more confident than she felt, “as long as there aren’t any unseen variables, I think we can make this work!”

…

Mary grimaced as she waited for the bust stop. She was being forced to attend classes at this university, officially her cover story was that she was a history major. She scoffed at the prospect, she knew the real histories, the hidden histories! These people probably didn’t even know which one of the founding fathers was a vampire…

“Morning Mary,” James said hesitantly, joining her at the bus stop. He grunted as he hefted a much heavier backpack.

“Good morning James,” she said, eyes narrowing, “you seem… different.” She walked up to him, looming over him slightly as she looked down at his shorter stature. “You are… smaller,” she said.

“Uh, no,” he muttered, “I’m just… not feeling well?”

The truth was he was terrified. James had taken some time to think over his condition, and he’d realized his landlady was probably right, this wasn’t a problem the medical field could help him with. Somehow, magic was real, and it was affecting him. He was going to campus, but he would be skipping classes today. Instead, he intended to spend some time in the school’s library, researching myths, legends, local history… anything that might give him a lead on what was happening to him, or how to fix it.

Mary was quiet a moment, “Yes, not feeling well,” she muttered, “I think I feel a little ill myself.”

She sprinted back towards her apartment, and James blinked in surprise, watching her go.

“Weird girl,” he muttered. He wasn’t that small to cause a weird reaction like that, was he? Yet, he thought bitterly. No, can’t get stuck in that mindset, this is probably an easy fix, he assured himself. It had to be, right? Magic, or whatever this was, it was probably like your first computer virus, super scary, but no big deal once you knew how to deal with it.

…

Mary eagerly pulled out her crystal ball, chanting the sacred spell to instantly contact her parents. The crystal was filled with static for a moment, then her mother and father appeared.

“Mother,” she said, grinning, “father, I-“

“Aren’t you supposed to be in classes?” Her father asked in a tired voice.

“Father, I believe I have uncovered evidence of witchcraft, heresy, and possibly mutation!” she said eagerly.

“Mary,” her mother said with a sigh, “that is one of the quietest towns in North America, we chose it specifically so you would be forced to interact with the world in a normal setting.”

“B-But-“ Mary stammered, “I’m a member of the Order, on a holy mission to-“

“All that Order training will never amount to anything if you can’t walk among the rest of the human race,” her mother said with an exasperated sigh.

“But what if I did find a witch?” She whined, “would I still have to go to classes?”

“YES!” both of her parents said at once.

“Balancing your duty to protect the world with your everyday life is critical to success in this life,” her mother said, “and by the way, we gave you a cell phone, call us on that next time!”

“The crystal ball is for magical emergencies only,” her father said sternly. “Now, if there is a witch, do what you’ve got to do, but for now, go to your classes and try to enjoy yourself! You’re only in college once.”

“Thankfully,” she muttered, watching the crystal ball fuzz out.

Mother and father’s lack of dedication troubles me, she thought angrily, I may be on my own against whatever vile agent of chaos lurks in this apartment complex… She stroked her chin in thought, James… he’s the key here. She smiled, maybe she’d find something fun to do around the college campus after all.  

Carol chanted, holding her crystal ball high as Asmodea sprinkled the pink salt in a wide spiral around her. A moment later there was a flash of light, and the air seemed to ripple as the spell exploded outward, altering reality to her will.

“Did it work?” the witch asked, letting the demon steady her as she stumbled slightly.

“I think so,” Asmodea said, “nobody who didn’t already know James got smaller should notice now.”

“How sturdy is the illusion?” Carol asked.

Asmodea shrugged, “well, people who already noticed he got smaller won’t be fooled, and if he gets really small, like impossibly small, then people are going to notice, I mean people can rationalize seeing a guy at like three feet tall, three inches? Nope, you’re out of luck.”

“I can’t believe he went to classes,” Carol muttered, “what kind of person discovers they’re shrinking and still goes to classes?”

“Super nerd,” Asmodea said dismissively, “anyways, do you have game plan here?”

“We keep researching!” Carol said, “we either stop the curse now, or we figure out a way to grow him back when it’s done, our big move right now is to try to buy time.”

“And what are you going to do when he starts getting too small to be wandering around on his own?” Asmodea asked with a smirk. “Might I suggest picking up some doll clothing? Unless you’d rather keep him au natural?”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” Carol muttered, “Look, I know you think that he’s some kind of lust filled beast, but we’ve probably got a little longer until he shrinks again.”

…

James groaned in exasperation, closing the latest book on myths and folklore. The library had plenty of books on magic, curses, and mythology, but trying to determine what was real and what was just nonsense was impossible. He’d decided to start with anything related to shrinking, the one thing he knew was real… but he was coming up empty.

His stomach growled, and he realized he hadn’t eaten anything all day. Briefly he thought of Carol, sometimes when she cooked, she’d bring him down her leftovers, usually with a comment about how recipes were always meant for two to four people and just too big for her on her own… she was a great cook too, he wondered if she’d bring him dinner today.

He had a sudden image of her buxom form, bending over to take something out of the oven, that gorgeous round ass hovering in front of him.

He blinked, “Oh no!” he moaned, feeling the familiar tingling coming over him.

…

“Eep!” Carol jolted upright, feeling the tingling feeling race over her body. She swayed a moment, feeling the fire in her loins as the energy from James reached her. When the wave of lust passed, she quickly scrabbled for the mirror, hoping to see what had changed.

“That wasn’t a huge one,” Asmodea commented, “looks like you picked up about half an inch of his height and your hair is a little shinier.”

“What is going on with him?” Carol asked in exasperation, “is he just having random sexual thoughts about me all day!?”

“You really should have dated more Carol,” Asmodea said, fighting a laugh, “I’m honestly surprised we made it this far into the day.”

“Okay,” Carol sighed, “desperate times, desperate measures.” She looked at the demon, a scowl on her face as she tried to think of any alternatives, but she came up empty. “Asmodea,” she said, “I’m letting you off the leash.”

Asmodea froze, then slowly grinned, “wait, you mean it?”

“I want you to go and do your… succubus tricks, on James, make him think about someone other than me, divert some of this energy,” Carol explained.

“Oh hell yeah,” Asmodea laughed, “can I fuck him?”

“W-What!?” Carol exclaimed, “t-that probably won’t be-“

“Carol, hun,” Asmodea said with a chuckle, “you want him to be thinking about someone else for a few days, right?”

“I guess,” Carol muttered uncertainly.

“Then let me rock his world!” Asmodea said gleefully.

“Fine,” Carol muttered, “if you think that’s the best option, but he’s a really nice boy Asmodea, don’t do any freaky demon stuff to him!”

“Yeah, imagine if I did something crazy like put a shrinking curse on him!” she laughed. She snapped her fingers, and her demonic red skin became that of a tanned human, her tail vanished, and the black leather outfit she normally wore became a stylish plaid skirt and white top.

“He should be around campus,” Carol said, already regretting her decision. “Do you think you’ll have any problems getting close to him?”

“Relax,” Asmodea said with a wink, “nerds summon succubi all the time Carol, I’m practically an expert on them, once I’m on the prowl your boy toy has no chance.” She licked her lips, “I’ll be sure to break him in for you!”

…

Mary angrily flipped through her history reading assignment. As her parents had insisted, she’d attended classes, she’d even taken notes and tried to be friendly with her classmates. It had been dreadfully boring, but she’d made it up to herself by killing two birds with one stone, tailing James to the library and observing him.

“Subject is reading a number of books on the paranormal,” she muttered, writing it down, “highly unusual behavior for a mundane…”

“Mary?” She jolted slightly as James approached her, “Uh, hi?” he said uncomfortably, “how long have you been here?”

“Just finishing up some studying,” she said hurriedly, covering her notes and shoving them into her backpack. She stood up, noting that he now only came up to her chin. Did he get even smaller since this morning? “What were you reading up on James?”

“Uh… myths, and stuff,” he said uncomfortably. Mary just stared at him, unblinking. “I’ve… just been interested in that stuff lately,” he said, shifting slightly.

Mary pursed her lips, thinking, he’s clearly not some manner of homunculi, someone or something is doing this to him… he seems clueless.

“James,” she said calmly, “I know you were taller than that this morning.”

He froze, “M-Mary, that’s-“

“Stop,” she said, “listen, this isn’t an issue that you can handle on your own. Explain your situation to me.”

He sighed, “I… okay, yeah, I’m getting smaller, it happened just now actually, I think I’m maybe an inch or so shorter than when I came in.”

Mary stood up from the table, closing the distance between the two of them quickly. He gulped, as those intense blue eyes regarded him, she wasn’t a tall girl, but he came up to the bridge of her nose at best.  

“Yes,” she agreed, rubbing her chin thoughtfully, “I think you’re right… did you do anything that might have caused it?”

“No, I was just reading!” he insisted.

“Curious,” she muttered. “James, I’m someone who might be able to help you, but you must do exactly as I say.”

“That’s great!” he said excitedly, “how do you know-“

“Perhaps in time you’ll have earned that secret,” Mary snapped, “but for now, we have to get to my apartment. It has protections against supernatural beings that might be responsible for your… condition.”

James blinked in surprise, “uh, okay, sure, lead the way.”

…

Asmodea had opted to simply wait in ambush for James to return to the complex, and as the campus bus pulled up her nose caught his scent on the wind. She smiled, she hadn’t been lying when she’d told Carol that Succubi and nerds had a long history, Asmodea herself had even written some of the rules to the first edition of Dungeons and Dragons after being accidentally summoned by the game’s creators in the 1970s. She sighed fondly at the memory, nerdy guys and succubi just clicked, they had a perfect mix of refined sexual energy to feed off and the attention to detail and knowledge to pull off a summoning in an age where magic was all but forgotten by most.

She watched James get off the bus from the far side of the complex parking lot, then frowned as a girl got off with him. She watched curiously as the black-haired young woman led James towards another unit, and the two entered together.

“A little study buddy perhaps?” Asmodea chuckled. She strutted across the pavement, letting her magic activate and create a form more pleasing to James’s taste. With every step she grew slightly, until she passed well over the six-foot mark, towering like a basketball star over the pavement. Her breasts were next, growing slightly until they became massive orbs, dominating features that would surely draw any eye that gazed upon her Amazonian form.

She reached Mary’s apartment and took one final moment to spruce her appearance. When she was satisfied, she reached for the door handle, locks wouldn’t keep a demon out, and she was confident she could simply entrance the girl once inside. Suddenly there was a jolt of pain in her fingers, and she leapt back from the door as if shocked.

“What the fuck!?” she snarled. Wards of protection? Carol should be the only one around here who knows how to… Her eyes narrowed, So… not a study buddy after all, an outside consultant? Naughty boy James…

This would just require a little… trickery.

…

Mary’s apartment was still sparse, but with her things unpacked it looked slightly better, if still somewhat spartan.

“So you’re saying you think I’ve been cursed?” James asked.

“There are several things in the mystical world which could cause a man to shrink,” Mary explained, reaching for a book off her shelf. “There is, for example, a race of elves from a nearby dimension who are both hostile to humans and fond of using shrinking magic offensively, but I think you’d have noticed if you ran into one of those…”

“Mary, this all sounds a little crazy,” James said uncertainly.

Mary shrugged, “I’m not the one shrinking James.”

“Fair enough,” he muttered, “so what kind of ghost or goblin do you think is responsible here?”

“Given that you haven’t seen your assailant? I’m guessing a witch,” Mary spat the word hatefully. “Wait here, I think I left my copy of Malleus Maleficarum by my bed.”

She turned towards the bedroom, leaving James alone in the sparse living room. Suddenly he heard a tapping, he looked towards the window and saw one of the most stunning women he’d ever seen waving to him and smiling.

“Open the door!” she mouthed, pointing towards it. James frowned, but uncertainly walked over to the apartment’s entrance. Slowly he turned the knob and cracked the door open. His eyes went wide as he took in the sight outside. The stature of the woman wasn’t immediately apparent from the window, but now he could see just how enormous she was, made all the more imposing by his own diminished height.

“Hi!” She said cheerfully, “I’m… Jane!”

“Uh, hi,” he said nervously, keeping the door cracked, “I’m James… can I help you?”

“Oh totally,” the statuesque woman said with a grin, “see, I just ordered a package that was supposed to come today, and I’m wondering if they dropped it off at one of the other units by accident so I’m checking around. Did you by chance get a box of wargaming miniatures?”

“Uh, no,” James said, opening the door wider.

He’s interested, now let’s bait the hook, Asmodea thought excitedly, “Oh, that’s too bad,” she continued, “I was super excited to paint those new sisters of battle I ordered, I guess they’ll come tomorrow.”

“You play Warhammer?” he asked, stepping outside.

Now to reel him in, “Oh yeah,” she giggled flirtatiously, “are you a fan?”

“Definitely,” James said, “I have a few armies, if you live here in the complex I could show them to you sometime.”

“No,” Asmodea said, putting a hand on his shoulder, “you want to show them to me right now.”

James blinked, his head going fuzzy as her yellow eyes seemed to bore into him, “Yeah,” he muttered, “let’s go see them right now.”

Asmodea giggled and took his hand, dwarfed in her own, and led him slowly toward’s Carol’s house and his own basement apartment. Dazed, he let the towering amazon lead him like he was a lost puppy.

“Okay,” Mary muttered, walking back into the living room, hefting a large book under her arm, “I’m going to need you to memorize several chants of-“ She froze, seeing the empty room and the opened door. The slightest smell of sulfur caused her nose to twitch, “Oh hell,” she muttered angrily.

…

Asmodea closed the door to the basement apartment smugly, turning the latch and locking it behind her. James was rather obliviously walking over to his table, where his drying miniatures from the night before were arrayed. She stalked him like a lioness, and as he was explaining his desired color scheme, she gripped his shoulder again and forcibly turned him around, bringing him face to face with her enormous chest.

“James,” she said in a sultry voice, “your miniatures are very nice, but I’d like to play with something else…” She reached down for the hem of her shirt, pulling it up over her head, and tossing it dramatically to one corner of the room.

James’ eyes went wide as the luscious pair of breasts loomed before him, threatening to swallow him up. The succubus had already clouded his mind, but confronted with such a sight, his rational mind simply shut down, unable to process it.

“Would you like to play with me James?” she asked, boring deeper into his mind.

“Yesssshh,” he slurred, falling into her power.

“Good boy,” she said, patting his head, “now, let’s see what momma’s working with.”

Asmodea sifted through his sexual thoughts and fantasies, giggling now and then at particularly raunchy ones, you’re so perfect, she thought excitedly. James not only had a crush on Carol, he was harboring a heavy load of submissive fantasies and kinky thoughts, an ideal candidate to help Asmodea turn her mistress towards a path less… straight and narrow.

For now, though, she did have to obey Carol’s orders, and Carol wanted James fantasizing about something else. She snapped her fingers, and James blinked a few times, his senses returning. His eyes bulged again as he realized there was a half-naked amazon in his room. The journey to his bedroom came flooding back just as the towering succubus gripped his shirt tightly.

She thought about tossing him on the bed right then and there, but… No, Carol will make you drink a holy water martini if you give him the usual treatment…

“Listen up scrub,” she growled, “you’ve got two options, the first is that you can tell me to leave and I’ll give you a little kiss, then you can spend the rest of the night jerking your little dick thinking about me. Option two is I take you for a ride, but you’re on that ride until it’s over, understand?”

James gulped, his heart pounding in his chest and the most powerful erection of his life straining in his pants. The enormous woman both terrified and aroused him, and he couldn’t even be sure how the two of them had ended up back here, his mind was foggy on that one… but at the same time he knew he wanted this more than he’d ever wanted anything.

“O-Option two?” he said weakly.

“Smart choice,” Asmodea said with a smile.

With that her other hand came up, gripping his collar and easily tearing his shirt down the center with a loud rip, exposing his chest and stomach. With a cackle her hands went under his armpits, lifting him up bodily. His pants were already loose, and as she did this they simply fell to the floor, leaving him in nothing but the tattered rags of his shirt and a pair of boxers that he was desperately clinging to.

“Let them go!” The demon ordered; her yellow eyes boring into him.

He gulped, and then released them, letting them fall to the floor and allowing his erection to spring free. She giggled as she took it in, and he felt her hot breath on his groin as she lifted him up higher to get a good look. He was awestruck at how easily she was manhandling him like this, and it made him feel helpless in her arms. Somehow, the thought just turned him on more.

He gasped as she took him into her mouth, her tongue flickering out and teasing him expertly as it worked up and down his length. He moaned in pleasure, and his eyes rolled back in his head as he heard a low giggle from the towering woman.

She pulled away from his hard on with a *pop* sound as it left her lips, and his world blurred as she tossed his limp form on the bed. He bounced slightly, looking up in a daze as the amazon climbed onto the bed from the end, coming towards him on all fours like a lioness, a predatory grin plastered across her face as she took her position over him. She’d stripped off the rest of her clothing at some point without him noticing, and he looked up into her perfect brown nipples, looming over him from their central place on her perfect breasts.

She was positioning herself over him now, her fingers slipping down to spread herself open, preparing to take him. He gulped and looked up into her eyes, wanting to say something, anything.

“B-be gentle?” he whimpered.

She bit her lip to stifle a giggle, “You’ll live,” she said dismissively.

Her first thrust took him by surprise, the force and speed like a freight train as she bore down on him. The bed creaked and he cried out in pleasure, Asmodea just laughed madly, bringing herself down again, faster this time. She gripped his arms, holding them out at his sides as she rode him, driving him down into the bed with impossible force. Each movement of her hips was a wave of pleasure, building together one after another like a tsunami approaching shore.

“UNGH,” James grunted, gritting his teeth and trying his best to stay lucid as the amazon plowed into him. Each successive blow brought him closer to the edge, but at the same time she seemed to know exactly how close he was, slowing to keep him from his climax as he squirmed helplessly beneath her.

“Say my name!” she shouted over the creaking of the bed.

“J-Jane?” he tried weakly.

She scowled, having forgotten the false identity she’d given him, “Asmodea,” she growled, “Say it when you climax mortal!”

“A-Asmodea?” He repeated.

“YES!” She cackled, slamming down on him and causing him to grunt in pain and pleasure as she renewed her assault, “at the peak of your pleasure scream it!”

“ASMODEA!” he shouted, his body tensing as orgasm finally arrived. He tried to say her name again, but it just became one long shout as he sprayed into her, and he was soon joined by her own triumphant moan as she rode his pleasure to her own. With one final thrust there was a crash as he bedposts splintered, driving the boxspring and the mattress to the ground and with them the two occupants.

“Oof!” Asmodea laughed as they thumped to the floor, “sorry, guess I don’t know my own strength…” James just moaned beneath her. She giggled at his state, running a hand through his hair again, “Oh, come on, it wasn’t so bad…”

There was a bang, startling both of them. They looked towards the door as another loud crash came, and the door exploded inward. A cloaked figure clad in shining steel armor walked in, broadsword in hand.

“Mary!?” James exclaimed.

“Release the innocent, demon!” Mary bellowed, holding her sword in front of her. It glowed suddenly, and James eyes went wide as the blade lit with blue flame.

“Oh shit,” Asmodea shouted. She leapt up, holding her hands in front of her, “uh, hey, Mary was it? Let’s talk this out!”

“Reveal thy true form!” Mary said, waving a gauntleted hand.

The air around Asmodea seemed to shimmer, and her human disguise was stripped away, revealing the red skinned demoness, horns, tail, and all.

“You’re a demon!?” James exclaimed in shock.

“Hey, you weren’t complaining five minutes ago!” She shot back.

“James, get behind me!” Mary shouted, “I’ll send this beast back to hell!”

“Fat chance,” Asmodea muttered. She snapped her fingers, and where she was a moment before, there was a cloud of buzzing flies. The swarm buzzed past Mary and out the door.

“I’ve got to go after her!” Mary shouted, and without another look at James she bounded through the destroyed door after the fleeing demon.

…

Carol heard the crash of the bed breaking downstairs, and she was already heading out the door to investigate when she heard the second crash of Mary kicking the door in. She came around the side of the house to the basement apartment entrance, and her eyes went wide as she saw a cloud of flies burst out, chased a moment later by a screaming woman in what appeared to be medieval armor.

She blinked in shock, then slowly walked down the stairs, “J-James?” she called, “are you okay?” She stepped inside and then eeped in surprise. James was in there all right, he was laying in the bed and he was naked!

“Carol!” he yelped, reaching for a pillow to cover himself.

“Uh, hi!” she said weakly, her face burning red. She’d gotten a good look at everything, and… she’d liked what she’d seen.

“Hi,” he repeated, “umm… I’m sorry about the door, I’ll pay to get it fixed.”

“Oh nonsense,” she said, laughing nervously, “it uh… it’ll probably screw right back on.” She glanced at the door, the doorknob and lock were completely busted, she grimaced. What the hell happened down here!?

“James,” she said slowly, “why don’t you uh, get dressed, and you can come upstairs and stay in my place while we call a handyman to put your door back on…”

“Yeah,” he muttered, still holding a pillow over his crotch, “okay.”

…

Carol sighed, hanging up the telephone and sitting down at the table next to James, “well, they should have it fixed by dinnertime, we’re lucky we caught them on a slow day…”

“Thanks Carol,” James muttered, taking a sip of water. He grimaced as he saw how his sleeve hung off his arm, “My life’s been… really weird lately.” He sighed and leaned back, “I don’t know what I’m going to do if this shrinking stuff keeps up Carol, I’m getting kind of scared… there’s a demon involved now!”

“A demon, ha, wow,” Carol said uncomfortably, “look, James… I promise you, no matter what happens, I’ll take care of you, okay?”

He sat up, looking at her curiously, “thanks Carol, it means a lot.”

“Don’t mention it,” she said, giving him a quick wink.

Suddenly she felt the familiar tingle coming over her, oh come on! She thought miserably, was the wink too sexy!?

“Oh shit,” James muttered, and a moment later he was drifting downward, looking up at her in fear as he shrank further into his clothing, the cloth billowing around him. He stopped after a moment, and shakily he slid off the chair, standing up. He couldn’t be more than four feet tall now, if that, and Carol gulped nervously as he struggled to keep his pants up.

Carol by contrast had become even more radiant, her hair now billowed down her back, gleaming like a precious metal, she looked at her hands in shock, they’d become perfectly smooth, satiny almost, and her nails were perfectly rounded and had painted themselves a lush red. She looked and felt like a movie starlet, ready to walk down the red carpet.

James seemed to notice her appearance suddenly, and blinked, his shock at his own size fading, “Damn Carol,” he rasped, “whatever your routine has been lately… you look great.”

“Thanks,” she muttered nervously. I’ve got to get him out of here, if he spends much more time near me like this he’ll be doll sized by dinner! “Uh listen, James, why don’t you go downstairs and see if you have any clothes that maybe… fit you better.”

“Uh, right, of course,” he said, his face red. He shuffled slightly, trying to hold his pants and underwear up as he moved towards the door.

…

Asmodea’s swarm of flies flittered in through the attic window, reassembling into the demon’s normal form. She sighed, leaning against a shelf for support. The chase had taken more out of her than she’d expected, that Mary was certainly a tenacious little witch-hunter…

“There you are!” Carol snapped, looking up from her spellbook. “What happened?”

“I’m pretty sure your new tenant is a member of The Order of Light,” Asmodea said.

“The order of what now?” Carol asked, hands on her hips.

“Order of Light, witch hunters, monster slayers, all that Buffy stuff,” Asmodea said dismissively.

“W-What!?” Carol stammered, “but she passed the background check!”

“I don’t think they look for membership in secret societies,” Asmodea laughed. “Don’t worry, I lost her in the park.” She paused, looking over Carol, “damn, someone looks even better than when I last saw her!” She gasped, “did you go play with James after we left?”

“No!” she insisted, “I just went to see if he was all right!”

“Oooh,” Asmodea cooed, sidling up to her, “what’d you do? Offer to kiss his booboos?”

“No, I just promised I’d take care of him is all!”

Asmodea froze, then rolled her eyes, “Carol, making him think thoughts of genuine affection towards you is way worse than just lustful thoughts! He probably lost like half a foot from that!”

“WHAT!?” Carol exclaimed, “t-that’s not fair! You never told me-“

“I thought you had a crush on him, I didn’t think you’d be promising to take care of him in sickness and in health!” Asmodea said in exasperation.

“So what should I do then?” Carol asked, crossing her arms angrily, “cuss him out and slap him across the face next time I see him?”

“Uh no,” Asmodea chuckled, “with this guy, that’ll probably make him fall for you even harder…”

Carol frowned, “what do you mean?”

A sly grin came across Asmodea’s face, another of her hooks had a nibble, “Well Carol, I spent a little time inside his head before we got down to business… your boy is really into a more… domineering sort of woman.”

“Really?” Carol asked, taken aback, “like… he wants to be bossed around?” She rubbed her chin, thinking.

Asmodea shrugged, “that’s one way of looking at it,” she moved around behind the witch, in one smooth motion her hands came up, gently rubbing Carol’s shoulders. “He just sees you for what you really are Carol, a powerful and accomplished woman, a queen he wants to serve…”

“Y-You think?” Carol asked, fighting the urge to sigh as the demon’s powerful fingers worked her shoulder blades. The tension she was carrying just melted away at Asmodea’s touch.

“I don’t think, I know!” Asmodea insisted, “he wants you to just go down there and take him Carol, make him tiny, make him yours!”

“No!” Carol snapped suddenly, stumbling away from the demon, “I know what you’re doing!” The squirt bottle of holy water appeared in her hand, “bad, bad demon!” she admonished, spraying Asmodea, who hissed angrily as the droplets stung her skin.

“Careful, that shit stings!” Asmodea muttered, dancing back a few paces, “You won’t be able to hide from it forever Carol!”

“I won’t have to because I’m going to fix James and save him!” She snapped. “Now, tell me about this Order of Light…”

…

Mary dragged herself back to James’ apartment, grimy with sweat and exhausted. She was in excellent physical shape of course, but even the best would be winded sprinting through an urban park in full plate mail. James was waiting for her, even smaller than before. Where he was even with her nose when they’d arrived, now the top of his head was lower than her chin. He was wearing a faded white undershirt and a pair of shorts cinched as tight as the drawstring would go, they still hung comically large on him. She scowled; the witch must have activated the curse somehow while she’d been distracted by the demon…

“Why did you leave my apartment?” She asked angrily.

“I uh… I think I was bewitched or something,” that was partially true, he didn’t want to admit that he’d opened the door of his own free will…

“Okay,” she sighed, rubbing her temples, “James, from here on out, avoid strangers, avoid unusual circumstances, and for the love of god do not sign any mysterious contracts.”

“Got it, no crossroads, no golden fiddles,” he joked.

“We’re obviously dealing with a very powerful and very evil witch if she’s got a demon like that at her beck and call,” Mary said, sheathing her sword, “did the succubus give you a name?”

“Yeah,” he said, “she made me yell it when I…” He cleared his throat, “that is to say, she said her name was Asmodea.”

“Asmodea,” Mary muttered, “well, that’s the best lead we’ve gotten so far.”

James blinked as the first rays of the morning sunshine hit his eyes. With a groan he sat up, and it only took a moment to realize that it hadn’t been a dream, he was still four feet tall. With a sigh he got up, sliding out of a bed he’d had to climb into the night before. At least he had clothing, Mary had run to a nearby big box store and grabbed him a few things in his current size, though he wondered how long even these would fit him.

The witch-hunter was draped over his easy chair, still wearing her armor, sword propped against the armrest as she snoozed lightly. James cleared his throat, and she stirred.

“Morning,” he said.

“Good morning,” she muttered, sitting up, “any unusual dreams or visions?”

“No,” he said with a smile, “thanks for watching over me though…”

“It’s the duty of the Order to protect those under attack by the forces of evil,” Mary said, waving her hand. She scowled as she looked at the clock, “my family is insistent that I attend classes,” she muttered, “I suggest you do not.”

“Right,” he muttered, looking down at his diminutive form.

Mary stood up, the armor clanking slightly, “I’ll need to go freshen up, do you have anyone you can stay with? A demon is less likely to attack if there are multiple people around.”

“Carol,” he said without thinking, “the landlady I mean, we’re kind of friends, and she knows about my… problem.”

Mary froze, and her eyes narrowed, “this… Carol, our landlady, does she live alone?”

“Yeah,” James said, “she says she just never met the right man, and she’s too busy with the complex for dating.”

“Does she bake a lot?” Mary continued, “offer you food?”

“Oh yeah,” James said obliviously, “she’s a great cook.”

“Does she own a black cat?” Mary asked, her grip tightening on her sword.

“I don’t think so,” James replied. Suddenly he realized what she was implying, “hey! Carol isn’t the witch! She’s, my friend!”

“Hansel and Gretel thought the kindly old woman was their friend too,” Mary muttered, “Come on, let’s go have a talk with Carol.”

…

Carol stared glumly into her coffee cup, she’d fallen asleep at her desk the night before, reading about the history of the ritual she’d inadvertently completed. Asmodea sat across from her at the table, scrolling through celebrity gossip on her phone and humming an asinine pop tune cheerfully.

“I think I’m out of ideas,” Carol muttered.

“So, do you want to spill the beans when he’s three feet tall? Two? Or are we going to wait until he’s measured in inches?” Asmodea laughed.

Carol was about to give a snide reply, but their conversation was interrupted by a knock at the door. With a flash Asmodea disappeared, and a black cat was in her place, meowing and looking up at Carol. With a sigh she got up from the table to answer the door.

She was greeted by Mary, still dressed in armor, and behind her James’s small form peeked out. Carol’s eyes went wide when she saw the sword at the young woman’s side, and she nervously smiled at her steely gaze.

“You must be Miss Adams,” Mary said coolly.

“Why yes, and you’re Mary, my new tenant,” Carol said nervously, “how can I help you?”

“James tells me you’re aware of his… predicament?” Mary said, stepping inside. James nervously followed her, and a flustered Carol tried to get ahead of her as they moved into the kitchen.

“Uh yes, James, is the shrinking still going on?” Carol asked, trying not to seem suspicious.

“Yeah,” he muttered, following them, “Mary thinks there’s a witch responsible.”

“A witch!” Carol tittered nervously, “how absurd! I mean, can you imagine-“

“I thought you said she didn’t have a cat?” Mary said, seeing the disguised Asmodea.

“Just a uh, stray I was feeding,” Carol said quickly. She glared at the disguised demon, who even in cat form seemed to give her a mocking look. A moment later the “cat” meowed once and scampered away.

“This is a nice broom,” Mary said, picking it up from it’s spot leaned against the fridge, “good heft, balance, wouldn’t you say Carol?”

“It sure sweeps the floors, haha,” Carol said, forcing a smile.

“Mary come on,” James said, rolling his eyes, “Carol’s not the witch, she’d never do anything to hurt me!” Carol felt her heart flutter a moment with guilt, but didn’t let it show.

“You’re a rather stunning woman Carol,” Mary said, ignoring James, “one might even call your beauty… otherworldly?”

Carol gulped, “I uh…”

“Simply grasp this sword,” Mary said with a devious grin as she drew the blade, “evil burns at the touch of sanctified steel…”

Carol hesitantly reached for the hilt as Mary offered it, and a moment later her fingers clenched the cool metal of the handle. Mary watched, expectantly, for a moment, but Carol just returned her stare.

“See?” James said finally, “she’s fine!”

“She’s not evil at any rate,” Mary muttered, sheathing the blade again, “damn… I was so sure too.”

“Well,” Carol said with a relieved smile, “can I help you two with anything else?”

“I was wondering if I could just hang out up here while Mary’s gone?” James asked uncertainly, “the witch has a demon working for her, and Mary thinks I’ll be safer with someone else.”

“Yes, you should be perfectly safe from her up here with me,” Carol muttered, seeing his confused look she blinked, “That is to say, if she shows up, I’ll chase her right out!”

“It’ll have to do,” Mary muttered, “I’ve got to go get cleaned up and changed, after classes I’m going to make a few calls and we’ll see if we can’t find out who currently holds the reins on this “Asmodea” creature.”

Carol’s heart skipped a beat, Asmodea used her name!? She forced herself to calm down, don’t panic Carol, just because they can track her doesn’t mean the trail will necessarily lead to you… right?

“I’ll return this evening,” Mary said, turning and heading towards the door, “while I’m gone don’t tempt fate, avoid heavy metal music, Halloween decorations, and Dungeons and Dragons.”

“Hold on,” James called, “you mean Dungeons and Dragons really is satanic?”

Mary paused, shrugging, “No, the game itself is harmless fun, demons just really like playing it.”

“Good to know,” James muttered as she left.

The door slammed behind Mary, an air of finality about it as silence settled over the house. James turned to Mary, now a towering and statuesque woman who loomed over his small form. His head was now low enough that she would comfortably be able to rest those massive breasts on it, and each of her legs was probably as thick as his torso, maybe thicker…

And that was just her size, Carol herself was drop dead gorgeous. He’d always found her attractive, but this was not the pretty woman entering middle age with a few extra pounds, this was a world wonder of a woman, a Greek statue come to life with a perfectly chiseled face, skin you could feel just by seeing it, and a pair of breasts, hips, and buttocks that gave her a luscious and welcoming shape that had an almost magnetic pull.

“Carol,” he said, “whatever diet or exercise plan you’re doing… it’s working!”

The convert all your height into beauty diet, she thought madly, “T-thanks,” Carol said, blushing. She felt something stirring in her own loins looking down at him, he was so cute, helpless…

She blinked, get it together Carol! She thought, if you get flirty with him now? Who knows where it’s going to stop!?

…

Up in the attic the black cat of Asmodea quickly resumed her demonic form, giggling excitedly, They’re going to be together, alone ALL DAY! This is perfect…

The demon fought down a giddy laugh, and turned herself into the same swarm of black flies she’d used to escape from Mary the day before. Flying out through the attic vent she circled around to the side of the house, reforming herself next to a humming air conditioning unit.

“Oh Carol,” Asmodea laughed to herself, “the forecast is in the nineties today, and sooooo humid…” A sledgehammer appeared in her hands, and with a cackle she began smashing at the unit, sparks and the sound of rending steel filled the air as she destroyed the house’s air conditioner.

…

“Okay, thanks,” Carol muttered, sweat covering her forehead as she hung up the phone. She sighed and turned back to James, “they can put the new unit in tomorrow.”

“Who would smash up your AC unit?” James asked, wiping sweat off his own brow.

I’ve got some ideas, Carol thought bitterly. She looked down at her shirt, already starting to soak through. James had already taken off his shirt, and was panting in the heavy heat. Carol felt her clothes sticking to her skin as she moved, sitting down in a chair to give herself some distance from James. For her part she’d changed into a white tank top, and she grimaced as she realized her mistake, the white fabric was quickly becoming transparent as she sweated, and her dark bra was visible through the shirt.

She wasn’t at all surprised when she felt the electric racing feeling up her spine as more of James’s height drained into her, and she just gave a resigned sigh as fire danced briefly between her legs. She turned to see that James was just a bit smaller now, maybe a few inches had been lost at most, but at this size each one was noticeable. James just blushed, looking at her, embarrassed.

“So,” Carol said uncertainly, “you seem to be taking this… situation, in stride.”

“I’m not sure what else to do Carol,” he said, sitting upright, “I’m just trying to keep calm, I don’t even know what I did to piss this witch and her demon off, did I cut her off in traffic or something?”

“Maybe that’s not it,” Carol said, “maybe you’re just her type?”

“Her type?” James asked, raising an eyebrow, “look Carol, I can believe in witches, demons, and shrinking curses, but that’s a step too far for me.”

“James!” she said, shocked, “you’re a great catch!”

“I’m sure the girls are just lining up to have a short nerdy boyfriend,” James said, rolling his eyes.

“I would,” Carol said without thinking. There was a silence in the room, and Carol wished she could take the words back as soon as she said them, but James was just looking at her, sweating, shirtless, cute as hell…

Did she really just say that? James thought, heart pounding, she must mean like, if she were my age or something…

“Ha, that would be something, a guy like me with a girlfriend like… you,” he gulped.

Fuck it, she thought. She stood up, towering over him as she approached the couch, with a deliberate motion she sat next to him, the couch creaking slightly. His eyes went wide as she reached a hand around his shoulder, hugging his small form close and giving him a comforting smile. She felt her heart hammer as he started shrinking again, the spell causing her a wave of pleasure.

“I-I’m getting smaller,” James panicked.

Damnit, Carol thought, I should leave… She looked at him, looking up at her, terrified, looking for reassurance… The lingering sexual thrill of the essence transfer was clouding her mind too, It would be cruel to leave him while he’s this scared, she reasoned, besides, you can just… let him shrink a little for now, then make up for it by staying away from him all week!

“Just relax,” she said in a low voice, leaning in.

He calmed down slightly as she drew him close, feeling helpless in her powerful arms as he dwindled. James almost cried out in surprise when her lips met his, and a moment later when her tongue forced it’s way into his mouth it was all he could do not to yelp. He lay back, resigned to letting the enormous woman have her way with him. Her powerful hands held him in place as they continued to his, his erection straining against his pants as the sweaty material of her tank top traced against his skin, coating him in her sticky perspiration.

They separated, giving him a moment to breath and look on at the amazon who now cradled his form in her arms. Dimly he realized he was losing more of his size for every moment they were embracing, but he didn’t care, not now. Carol was a goddess to him, looming over his shrinking form, completely dominating his senses she leaned towards him again.

He’d shrunk enough by now that she easily slipped him out of his pants, her hands under his armpits as she lifted him up and away from them. Her eyes lit up at the sight of his naked body, held before her like a seized prize. She licked her lips, leaning forward and bringing his erection into her warm mouth.

James grunted in surprise as his landlady began to toy with him in earnest, her enormous face filling his view as he looked down at the pillowy lips that had swallowed up his manhood. Her fingers tightened around him, holding his arms at his side and keeping him from squirming away as her powerful tongue went to work on him. Carol knew what she was doing, and even at his diminutive and rapidly decreasing size her tongue worked him up and down in all the right places, and he groaned and went limp. The witch gave a low giggle that reverberated up his body, and then with a final onslaught from her puffy pink lips and lithe tongue she brought him over the edge.

Orgasm rocked James as he cried out, shrinking away as Carol greedily sucked down his seed, and with it his very size. Carol hugged him close to her face, closing her eyes and savoring the feeling of bliss that passed over her as the mystical energy left his body, flowing into hers and further sculpting her into the very image of perfection.

When his orgasm had run it’s course he was left blinking, stunned, looking up at the giantess holding him in her hands. He fearfully looked down at himself, and had to hold in a startled gasp of terror, he couldn’t be more than a foot and a half tall!

“C-Carol?!” he rasped. “I’m… I’m so small!”

She almost dropped him as the guilt and embarrassment hit her, instead she hugged him against her massive chest, gulping nervously as she tried to think of what to do. She stood up, still cradling him, and her eyes bulged as she saw Asmodea standing there, a smug expression on her face.

“Get out of here!” she mouthed, the demon just rolled her eyes and vanished, I’ll deal with my rogue familiar later, she decided. She reached for a throw blanket, draping it over James like a robe and setting the shocked young man back down on a couch that now rose around him menancingly.

“Oh no,” he moaned, “I can’t be on my own like this,” he looked up at her, “Carol, what am I supposed to do?”

“I said I’d take care of you,” she said firmly, “and I will!”

“I don’t know what I’m going to do for clothes now,” he muttered, hugging the blanket close to him.

“You could just… forget about them,” Carol said, a little more eagerly than she’d intended.

His face burned red, but he smiled, “If I’m going naked, is there a chance my landlady might return the favor?”

She giggled, “We’ll see,” she purred.

“How long have you felt like that about me?” James asked suddenly.

“Too long,” Carol said with a sigh. “I’m sorry, I know it must be weird, having a woman my age suddenly making a pass at you-“

“Carol, you’re the most beautiful and interesting woman I’ve ever met, if you really want to be with a scrawny loser like me, then that’s a win in my book,” he gave her a broad grin.

“G-great,” she said dreamily, “I’ll umm…” she cleared her throat, “it’s still hotter than hell in here, let me go see if there are some sodas in the fridge!” Without waiting for him to answer she hummed happily to herself, strutting towards her kitchen.

She was rooting around in the refrigerator, trying to fight the urge to start dancing, when Asmodea appeared again, the signature black puff of sulfurous smoke announcing her presence. The demon had a broad smile on her face, gripping her tail and twirling it idly as she regarded her mistress.

“Felt good, didn’t it?” Asmodea chuckled, “sucking all that poor boy’s size away…”

“I-I just wanted to-“ Carol stammered, “I didn’t mean to, but we’re both very happy with how things turned out!”

“Just like I said you’d be,” Asmodea replied, “just go in there, shrink him down the rest of the way, and then we can start focusing on how to get rid of that little witch-hunter brat!”

“I’m not ‘getting rid’ of anyone!” Carol insisted, “this is just a little… detour, my plans are still the same, I’m going to fix James, and then… maybe take him out for a nice dinner somewhere!”

“Oh wow,” Asmodea laughed, “no way, you’re going to get horny, shrink your victim the rest of the way down, and then keep him as a little pet! You’re getting turned on just thinking about it, aren’t you?”

“I am not!” Carol lied, her face burning.

“It’s okay to enjoy being evil Carol!” Asmodea said soothingly, “we’re going to have so much fun with it! James is probably going to love it too, who wouldn’t love watching a scary sexy witch terrorize a town? Especially from his spot dangling between your breasts in an adorable little cage?”

“I’m not going to terrorize the town!” Carol said stubbornly.

“You were saying just the other day that those kids from the neighborhood over messed up the hedges,” Asmodea said in a low voice, “wouldn’t it be cool if the hedge sculptures came to life and ate them?”

“No! That would be awful!” Carol snapped, “Clearly I made a mistake letting you out, Asmodea, I banish you back to the attic!” She snapped her fingers, and Asmodea cried out once before her form was converted back into black smoke, drifting up into the vents and sucked away with a howl.

“You can’t hide from your destiny Carol!” her voice called from the vent.

“Whatever,” She muttered, staring up into the vent. She turned around, withdrawing a pair of cold soda cans from inside the refrigerator, and then turned back towards the living room.

“Who were you talking to?” James asked curiously as she sat the can on the table in front of him. He gulped as he looked at the size, there was no way he’d be able to pick it up properly, it would be like hefting a barrel, but a moment later Carol produced a straw, popping the top and setting it in the drink for him.

“Just a… contractor,” Carol lied, “someone I haven’t been happy with lately. She joined him on the couch, cracking her own soda open and taking a long drink. She glanced at his tiny form, and suddenly had an idea. “I’ve been on my feet all day James, would you mind?” She shifted, propping her feet up onto the couch.

“Sure,” he said, reaching out from his blanket “robe” to gently begin massaging her. Her feet were half as big as he was now, and his fingers easily slid over the slightly sweaty soles.

“Yeah, right there,” Carol sighed happily. There were a lot of things she had to deal with, the rebellious demon locked in the attic, the fanatic bent on finding and slaying a witch, and now her relationship with her young tenant, but… for now, things were good.

…

Mary grumbled angrily to herself as she slammed the door behind her. Classes had been boring, as expected, the American Civil War as taught in the mundane world wasn’t nearly as interesting as the way it was taught in the order, the ninja clans and the use of European psychic warriors as mercenaries wasn’t even on her syllabus! Mother and father must have chosen this major to test her patience.

Throwing her backpack to the floor Mary’s mind returned to the matter of the witch. Drawing her crystal ball out she began the ritual chant, activating it and calling out to the Order’s head librarian, an older man named Worms who had been guarding the ancient tomes in their vaults since before her parents were born.

“Mary,” the jovial bearded face cried as it appeared in her crystal, “I’m glad to see you, but I had heard your parents had banished to the mundane world, for training, yes?”

“The shepherd must learn to live among the sheep,” she said neutrally, “I need you to look up a demon for me.”

“I doubt your parents would approve of such extracurricular matters while you are on your sojourn,” Klaus chuckled, but she heard him already typing as he pulled up the database, “do you know the beasts’ name?”

“Asmodea, succubus, judging by the size of her bosom a very powerful one,” Mary replied, “I suspect she’s bound to a witch operating nearby.”

“Ah yes, here we are, Asmodea,” Klaus muttered, “quite the rap sheet here, it says she partied with King Nebuchadnezzar, and is recorded in several testaments as the cheap date of Babylon… Well known for her love of drink and good times, the demon Asmodea can be placated with bottom shelf alcohol, collectible trading cards, and romantic movies of poor quality.”

“Yeah, that sounds like her,” Mary muttered, “she had a really trashy air about her, even turned into flies to get away from me. Do we have any information on her last master?”

“Well, it says here that she was a groupie for several rock bands during the eighties, but she disappears after that. The last time she popped up on anyone’s radar until now was when she was spotted by one of our field operatives at a fraternity Halloween party at the University of Michigan.” The sound of furious clicking echoed through the crystal ball as Klaus brought up the file, “She declared her intent to drink dry every frat party in the country, that she wouldn’t stop for heaven, hell, or anything in between.”

“So, she was targeting frat houses, until someone stopped her,” Mary mused, “It sounds like enough of a lead, thanks Klaus.”

“Any time Mary, and do try to relax a little while you are on your… sabbatical.” With that the crystal ball winked once, and went quiet, quickly filling with the normal distorted transparency again.

“Sounds like I’m going to be learning a little about the Greek life,” Mary muttered, standing up. I’ll recover James, hopefully he hasn’t had it too rough in my absence.

…

Mary stared, dumbfounded, at the tiny form of James, barely coming past her knees, “Y-you lost over half your height!” she stammered. She bent down for a better look, he had a dish towel wrapped around himself like a makeshift toga, and he started slightly as her hands wrapped around him, gripping him as though trying to make sure he was real. “Did the Demon attack you? Did she do this somehow?”

“No,” James sighed, looking up, “I just started shrinking really fast in the middle of the day, the witch must have gotten tired of waiting…”

“I’m sorry,” Carol said uncertainly, “I kept him away from all that demon stuff, just like you said…”

“I think maybe the Witch saw me with Carol somehow,” James theorized, “she must have gotten jealous and really hit me with a double dose of the curse.”

“Uh, yeah!” Carol said, seizing on it, “I’m so sorry Mary, I tried to keep a look out-“

“It’s not your fault,” Mary said bitterly, “a demonic creature could strike in a million ways that you, a mundane, would never realize…” She sighed, guilt filling her, “I’m sorry I left you James… I’ve let you down.” She picked him up, hugging him to her chest and causing him to grunt as the air was forced from his lungs.

“Mary,” he rasped, “it’s okay, I forgive you!” Briefly he wondered if the gargantuan paladin squeezing him half to death was really strong, or if he was just small, probably some mix of both, he thought miserably.

“I’ll not fail you again!” she insisted, standing up and cradling him in her arms, “I’ll keep you with me until this over!” She grinned, “and don’t worry, I’ve found a lead, soon we will find this hellion, and her mistress!”

“A lead!?” Carol yelped, “Uh, what kind of lead?”

“I think I know where the Demon last was when she was free,” Mary explained, “I think that by interviewing a few of her usual victims, we might find out when and where she was when she was bound into this sorceress’s service.”

“Oh my,” Carol said nervously, “and uh, what then?”

“I chop the witch’s head off and her curses are undone,” Mary said nonchalantly, “or perhaps I dip her in burning oil, or simply dunk her in water until she confesses and then-“

“I get the idea,” Carol said weakly, “well uh, good luck!”

Mary cradled James and gave one final nod before walking away. Carol watched her go, sweating in a way that had nothing to do with the broken air conditioning unit.

“They’re going to find you Carol!” Asmodea’s smug voice called from upstairs.

“No they won’t!” she snapped, looking up towards the attic angrily, but she wasn’t so sure…

“What manner of mad sorcery is this?” Mary hissed, looking at the projection in the lecture hall.

“Just use your graphing calculator, this is basic stuff!” James replied from his hiding place in her backpack.

Mary scowled, withdrawing her Texas Instruments calculator and putting in the values at James’s instruction.

“Just let it graph the potential values of X,” he explained.

“Very well,” she muttered, “but I don’t see when I’ll need to know this.”

After his last burst of shrinking Mary was determined to keep him close, even going as far as to snuggle his diminished form like a teddy bear the night before as she slept. It hadn’t been altogether unpleasant, but now he was trying to walk her through gen ed classes, something it was clear she didn’t care much about beyond her duty to her parents.

Finally, the class ended, and with a sigh Mary stood up, zipping the top of her backpack closed and hiding James from view again. He was jostled as she walked through the campus, the first time he’d been here since he started shrinking. So far he’d only missed a few days of classes, but he wondered what his academic future entailed if this size change was permanent…

You’ve always got Carol, he reminded himself.

…

Asmodea and Carol squared off with the group of armored elves on the other side of the attic, “Pathetic human, we shall conquer this world in the name of the empire!” their leader sneered. The others brandished weapons, and one began chanting words of power, her hands glowing slightly.

Carol had started looking through other realities for magical assistance, and one swirling vortex later she’d pulled the small troupe of elves through to earth. She hadn’t even managed one question for their mage before the group had attacked her,

“Asmodea, clean this up,” Carol muttered angrily. The demon nodded, snapping her fingers and causing the elven mage to cry out in terror as her magic flittered away on the wind. Another twirl of the demon’s finger and the elves were thrown bodily back through the portal, still twirling and shimmering at the edge of the attic. A moment later it snapped shut again.

“I could have told you that one was a bad idea,” Asmodea snickered.

“You said the elves knew a lot about size changing magic!” Carol protested.

“They do, but they just use it to be dicks," the demon said, flopping back on the couch lazily “Word of advice Carol, almost all the other dimensions are bad, just stick with this one and Hell.”

“They can’t all be bad,” Carol muttered, flipping through a spellbook.

“Okay some of them aren't totally awful,” Asmodea admitted, “but this area is kind of the armpit of the multiverse, the next realities over to us are a zombie one, one where hamburgers eat people, and that one with the elves.”

“Those elves didn’t seem that scary,” Carol said with a shrug, “their spells just kind of stung a little.”

“Not everyone has the benefit of a demon familiar to cover her fat ass,” Asmodea said, not even looking up from her phone, “you’re also running way hotter than you usually do because of all that essence you’re pulling off James.”

“Wait,” Carol said, “I thought James’s essence was just converted into beauty, you mean it’s not spent?”

Asmodea shrugged, “it’s stored, for lack of a better word, as your beauty, sure, but if you need to you can tap into it and spend it just like any other source of magical power. It’s not your own magic, so it’s going to feel a little slippery, I wouldn’t use it for any complicated spells but-“

“I could give it back to James!” Carol said excitedly.

“That conduit is one way,” Asmodea said, sitting up, “and there’s no way to break it now, we’ve been over this.”

“What’s the usual endpoint for this?” Carol asked suddenly, “a few inches tall? Half an inch? What?”

Asmodea shrugged, “the essence drain tends to peter out once the target gets down to a few inches, at that point it’s a lot like trying to suck those last few drops of a soda up through a straw, you can keep going at him but it’ll take a lot more effort on your end and you won’t get much.”

“But there’s no point where the conduit breaks?” Carol asked.

“It’s for life,” Asmodea said, “but once he’s super tiny it’s pretty much just an afterthought, a lot of witches keep their victim as a pet, some just step on them, it’s whatever you want to do.” Asmodea grinned wickedly, “personally? I think you should keep James, he’ll probably want to go evil too, I’ll bet he’ll love being tiny.” Asmodea snapped her fingers, “he could be like, your tiny spy, planting cursed artifacts on your enemies!”

“I’m not going to turn evil and neither will James,” Carol said, crossing her arms angrily, “now, I need you to help me prepare a soul trap.”

The demon raised an eyebrow, “sure thing boss, but why would we need a soul trap unless…” Her eyes went wide and she covered her mouth with her hands and squealed, “You’re going to kill him!” Carol just shifted uncomfortably and Asmodea burst out laughing, “Oh Lucifer yes! I knew you had it in you Carol, how are you going to do it? Stomp him? Eat him maybe?”

“I am not going to kill James!” Carol said angrily, “I just might need to… destroy his physical form.”

“Whatever, I just want to say I am one hundred percent on board with this one,” Asmodea said, leaping up excitedly, “can you put the wards down so I can leave the attic?”

“You are to gather materials for a soul trap,” Carol said sternly, “nothing more, do not bother Mary and James!”

“Aye aye!” Asmodea said excitedly, and a moment later a cloud of black flies was buzzing away from where the demon had stood.

…

James felt the movement outside of Mary’s backpack stop, and he reached up to try to undo the zipper and take a peek outside. They were in front of the row of fraternity houses at the edge of the college campus, and Mary was walking up the path towards one.

“The demon apparently preys on fraternity brothers,” Mary explained over her shoulder, “or she did anyway. I think that our witch must have picked her up during one of her feeding runs.”

“Feeding runs?” James asked curiously.

“Succubi feed on sexual energy,” Mary said, walking through the front door, “all these young men, horny, intoxicated? This is practically a buffet for her.”

“Excuse me,” a young man in a sweater called, “are you here with one of the fraternity brothers?”

“Just visiting,” Mary said with a smile.

The young man blinked, “Uh, well unless you’re someone’s guest, you’ve got to go-“

Mary withdrew a small coin on a string from her pocket, “Watch,” she ordered, and the young man’s eyes were instantly drawn to the swaying coin. “Focus on the coin, listen to my voice,” Mary said in a monotone. “Will you speak to me?” she said.

“Yes,” he intoned, watching the coin drift back and forth.

“Did you just hypnotize that guy?” James said excitedly, his head poking out.

“Indeed,” Mary said, “it makes questioning people much easier, particularly when their memories have been otherwise altered.”

“Mary you are so cool,” James laughed.

She smiled, “thanks, now my friend, tell me, has your fraternity ever been set upon by supernatural creatures?”

“Yes,” he said blankly, “Last year, our big party after finals.”

“Elaborate,” Mary ordered.

“This red girl showed up, with a tail,” the young man continued, “she was… taking people upstairs, one at a time, but she was too wild, she was wiping us out, you know?”

“She probably drained them to the very point of death,” Mary muttered, “did she give you her name?”

“As-something,” the young man muttered sleepily, “I didn’t catch it, we were scared, but we couldn’t leave somehow.”

“How did you escape?” Mary continued.

“This lady showed up, she cornered the monster lady with… a squirt gun,” he muttered, as if struggling to remember.

“Holy water probably, what did she look like?” Mary asked eagerly.

“Curly brown hair,” the man muttered, “big butt, big boobs too… middle aged…”

Mary and James were both silent a moment, and as the unspoken realization hit the two of them, the young man Mary had hypnotized started blinking, his eyes coming back into focus. With a sigh she shoved the coin back in her pocket, turning and leaving before the confused man could ask her any more questions.

“That sounded like Carol,” James muttered as soon as they were outside.

“Yes,” Mary said, rubbing her chin, “it did… but she was able to hold my sword without burning? Something just isn’t adding up.”

“Your sword only hurts evil people, right?” James asked hesitantly, “maybe Carol is the witch, but she’s not-“

“Please James, this isn’t Harry Potter,” Mary snapped, “one doesn’t dabble in the dark arts because they’re full of warmth and love for their fellow man.”

“You do magic, and you’re not evil!” James protested.

“I use what tools I must to keep the world safe,” Mary said, “I wouldn’t expect a mundane like yourself to understand. Besides, this witch, if it is Carol, is shrinking you and loosed a demon on you, does that sound like a good witch to you?”

“No,” he muttered.

“Let’s go question Carol again,” Mary said, “this… this is too much, especially with you having shrank so much in her care…”

…

“Heads up Carol, I think you’ve got company,” Asmodea said, glancing out the attic window. Mary was walking up to the house, a backpack that almost certainly contained their shrunken victim over her shoulder.

“Shit,” Carol muttered, “we’ll need to figure out a way to get James away from her at some point… how tough are these Order of Light people?”

“Well, she seems pretty young,” Asmodea mused, “but if you pissed Mary off, she could probably toss your car like a brick, these people are also hard to seal with a spell, you’d probably need an archdemon to really make one stick.”

“What!?” Carol asked, taken aback, “you’re joking, right?”

“Nah, they fight werewolves with their bare fists,” Asmodea said with a smirk, “if she gets her hands on you, you’re fucked.”

“So what am I supposed to do?” Carol asked, looking down at Mary again, “how do most witches deal with these people?”

“Most witches die,” Asmodea giggled, “you’re pretty talented though Carol, I’ve got a good feeling about you.”

“Okay, well simply running down there throwing spells is out,” Carol said. She snapped her fingers suddenly, a diabolical enchantment raced across her mind, a trap so cunning, so sinister, that Mary would never see it coming! “Asmodea,” she began, “get the following things ready…”

…

“Mary,” Carol said uncomfortably as the witch-hunter joined her in the kitchen, “what a pleasant surprise…”

“Carol,” the black-haired girl said icily. She hefted her backpack onto a nearby chair, undoing the zipper and letting James poke his head out.

“James!” she said eagerly, moving around to pick him up.

“Hey Carol,” James said with a smile as she scooped him up into her arms. He reached up to her face, embracing her entire cheek and giving her a quick kiss. She giggled, blushing as she sat down with him.

“We were just at the fraternity house,” Mary said, interrupting the display of affection, “the demon was definitely there, the witness indicated that she was captured…” She glared at Carol, “would you like to take a guess as to the description of the woman who bound the creature?”

“Uh…” Carol gulped, “probably someone really cool, right? Like one of those guys that has a CW show.”

“Brunette,” Mary said flatly, “about thirty years old?”

“There are lots of thirty year old brunettes around here!” Carol said somewhat desperately, “W-Why are you so sure it’s me!?”

“Carol,” Mary said in a low voice, “put James down, we’re going to run a few more tests…”

Carol made an *eep* sound as Mary advanced on her, “NOW ASMODEA!” she shouted. There was a puff of smoke, and a clatter of steel as a massive cage slammed down over Mary.

“You think your summoned tricks can hold me?” Mary laughed. She began muttering a chant which would dispel a witch’s magic, but she frowned as nothing happened. “What sorcery is this?” she demanded, running up and attempting to bend the bars. Even with her immense strength all she did was produce a creaking noise.

“It’s not a summoned cage,” Asmodea said smugly, walking around the side, “It’s just a regular shark cage I stole from a fisherman.”

“So instead of using magic to create an entrapment, you’ve simply used it to bring a mundane one to me,” Mary muttered, running her fingers up the steel bars, “Very clever Carol, but now that I know it’s you, your days are numbered!”

“Yeah whatever,” Asmodea said, throwing a thick blanket over the top and hiding Mary from view. “Just so you know Carol, I’m pretty sure we can’t move this thing while she’s in it.”

“C-Carol?” James rasped fearfully, looking up at the buxom woman who held him in her arms.

“It’s me,” Carol admitted with a sigh, “I’m the witch. Come along James, we have a lot to talk about.” She stood up, carrying him easily as she walked out of the room. She paused, “Asmodea, get Mary some tea or something, try to calm her down.”

The sound of angry swearing came from underneath the blanket, along with a few metal clangs. Asmodea glanced at the cage and gulped.

“Sure Carol, whatever you say.”

…

Carol sighed softly as she lay the stunned James on her bed. He looked up at her, this enormous and powerful woman who had somehow been responsible for shrinking him. Multiple emotions fought within him, and the bed shifted slightly as Carol’s massive form sat next to him, her hands folded in her lap as she tried to decide what to say.

“Why?” James asked finally, “why did you do it Carol?”

“It was an accident, I swear!” she said quickly, “do you remember that lemonade you drank out of the fridge?”

His eyes went wide, “it was cursed?”

“Yeah, I really shouldn’t have left it in there,” she said sheepishly.

“Are you going to hurt Mary?” he asked suddenly, “She’s done nothing but try to help me, whatever this is between us, I don’t want her to-“

“I’m not going to do anything to her!” Carol said, “I just… need to figure out how to fix things… that’s what I’ve been trying to do since this started.” She gave him a smile, “I really like you James, I hope… I hope you’ll still want to see me after this.”

“After this?” he said, looking down at himself, “can you can fix it?”

“Maybe,” she admitted, “I’m pretty sure I’ve got a solution, but…” she grinned sheepishly, “you have to get smaller first.”

“Okay,” he sighed, “I… I think I trust you, Carol.”

Her heart fluttered excitedly, “You won’t regret it!”

“So, how does the shrinking actually work?” he asked with a smile, “I’m still kind of in the dark on that one…”

“It was every time you had a lustful thought about me,” Carol giggled, “and it’s making me prettier too.”

“I knew something was up,” he laughed, “wait, so you know every time that I-“

“Yep!” she said with a smirk, “it’s been great for my confidence…” Her enormous finger came down on him, pushing him to the bed and playing with the edge of his dish towel robe. “Now, if you don’t mind, I think I’d like to pull a little more of that size off you…”

“Uh, how much?” he said nervously, looking up at her playful smile.

“It’s all gotta go by the end James,” she said, leaning over him and letting her massive breasts hang over him, “don’t worry,” she giggled, running a finger over her breasts, “it’s going to a good cause.”

“I don’t know that you can get much more beautiful,” he gulped looking up at her immaculate face.

“Pish posh,” Carol teased, “You’ve got a whole foot and a half left… Asmodea tells me that what happens to me is guided by your thoughts you know,” she looked down at the valley of her cleavage and smiled back at him, “someone likes them big.”

“Fuck,” he muttered, looking up in awe at the pair of breasts waiting to swallow him up, “I have no secrets left, do I?” He felt the familiar tingling as his size began to leave him, the sparks of the magic dancing quickly around Carol as her breasts grew, even as he shrank.

“You don’t,” Carol said, licking her lips, “my pet demon told me a lot of other things about you,” she giggled. “Do you really want me to just take you James? Do you want to be my little boy toy?”

“Oh god,” he muttered, he’d shrank right out of his makeshift robe, and Carol was looming over him, seemingly gaining size with every second.”

“Oh my,” Carol laughed, “you’re making me taller? You already had me at six feet James!” She shrugged, “it’s a good thing you don’t have much left in the tank, otherwise who knows where I’d end up…”

“Stepping on cars,” James answered in awe.

“Hmm… maybe I’ll get out some hot wheels and you can live out that fifty-foot woman fantasy while you’re still itty bitty,” she teased, “come on, stare my boobs, give it all up James.” She reached down and pulled the billowing cloth of his robe away, flicking it across the room casually and leaving him naked. With a wink she reached down for her own shirt, pulling it up slowly, revealing the massive jiggling landscape of her breasts. There was a sudden sound of an elastic snapping, and her bra, a leftover from before the ritual had began, finally gave up under the weight of Carol’s changes.

James watched it fall to the bed, stretched and ruined, slowly his eyes traced back up and took in his goddess of a landlady. Carol simply smiled, and on all fours she moved up the bed slightly, lowering herself until a pair of breasts several times larger than his body had him pinned in place.

“Fuck them,” she ordered, “come on, squirt away that last bit of your size James, you know you want to!”

He did, and with a groan he started humping upward, gripping those draping orbs as they held him in place, his entire body only managing to jiggling the flesh around him as his landlady’s hot breath washed over him. Her skin was as soft as velvet, and the slight amount of sweat on her skin lubricated her cleavage as he thrust up into it with all his might.

Carol giggled as he groaned in pleasure, “You’re losing that height very quickly James,” she said in a low voice, “you’re not even a foot tall now…”

He gasped and tried to look around, she was right, and Carol seemed like she was relishing it. The tingling excitement was washing over both of them as the magic continued transferring his essence into her, making her hair bouncy and vibrant, her breasts larger and firmer, she slapped her ass with a giggle as it too filled out perfectly, the dregs of James’s energy going to his favorite places on his titanic landlady.

He came with a roar, the energy flashing briefly around him as his shrinking picked up speed. Carol’s breasts seemed to collapse around him as he sank lower, pinned between them and the bed as he heard her deep giggle reverberate down through her skin to him.

Light filled his world a moment later as she got up, smirking at him smugly, “Let’s see what my little tenant has given me,” she said with a wink. She glanced at a full length mirror at the end of her room and her eyes went wide. She was a true amazon now, several inches over six feet and with a powerful physique to match. Her breasts seemed to defy gravity, perky and with nipples erect in spite of her size. She had a generous hourglass shape, and her hair now traced all the way down her back, every inch of it catching the light perfectly.

“Wow,” she giggled, turning back to the tiny man on the bed, “now let’s see what’s left of you…” Her hand reached down for him, and he didn’t flee as her long fingers traced around him, each one as thick as his legs and easily powerful enough to crush him. She squeezed him slightly, making sure he was firmly in her grip as she lifted his naked form up to her face.

“I-Is this small enough?” he asked weakly, “Carol… you look…”

“I know,” She laughed, “I really should thank you for the body work James, you’ve got excellent taste.” She cocked her head, enjoying the feeling of power as the tiny James squirmed in her grip. “I don’t have a tape measure,” she mused, “but… I have something else that can give us an idea of how big you are.” She walked over to the dresser, dropping him on it unceremoniously as she turned and walked towards her closet.

James shivered slightly, it was summer, and Carol usually didn’t keep her air conditioning that cool, but at this size the room just seemed a little chillier. He looked at a hairbrush that was longer than his body, and gulped. It was beginning to set in for him just how small he’d become, and in the back of his head he wondered if this was really a good idea…

“Here we go,” Carol said, holding up an old doll, “call me sentimental, but I held on to Barbie here all these years…” she placed the doll, clad in a simple pink dress, next to James. He looked up at the towering plastic model, he didn’t even come up to its waist!

“I hope Barbie likes short guys,” he muttered nervously.

“Don’t worry about Barbie, I love them,” Carol giggled. “I’d say you’re about six inches James, cheer up, at least you’re still taller than your Warhammer guys!”

His eyes lit up suddenly, “Uh, Carol, I know it’s a weird thing to be thinking about right now, but could you maybe put me down there on my painting table? There are some of those designs that are pretty tricky, and at this size I could really do them right.”

“You’re so cute sometimes,” she laughed, “sure, can Barbie come meet your friends?” She shook the massive doll back and forth teasingly.

“I don’t know if she’ll get along with the Ork Warboys,” he said, feeling a little more at ease.

“Well, I was going to let you borrow some of Ken’s clothing,” Carol mused, “but I think you’re too small…” She shrugged, “do you even want clothing at that size? You’ll outshrink anything I make for you anyways.”

“Outshrink?” he said hesitantly, “you mean this isn’t the end?”

“Nope,” Carol said sweetly, reaching down and picking up her shirt. She struggled to get it back on, her shoulders were a little wider, and she had a noticeable midriff as she forced it over a pair of breasts that stretched the shirt to the breaking point. She turned around, giving James a glorious view of the massive globes fighting for freedom.

“Well, how much more of my size do you need before you can fix this?” he asked weakly.

She sighed, “I said all of it, James, and I meant that, six inches is a lot if you think about it, too much really…” she smiled and brushed the top of his head with her fingertip, “those last few are going to be the toughest to squeeze out of you, like getting that last bit of toothpaste in the tube…”

“Makes sense I guess,” he muttered nervously.

He’s really not going to like how this is going to end, she thought miserably, but I don’t have any other ideas… I’ll just have to make the journey fun for him.

“Hey, cheer up,” she said with a perfect smile, “if this hadn’t happened, we’d never know how we felt about each other, and when this is over it’ll just be a funny thing that happened to us.”

“I guess,” he said with a sigh. He saw her downcast expression and tried to give her a smile too, “You’re right, getting my sexy landlady as my girlfriend is probably worth a few days being tiny.”

Girlfriend!? Her heart fluttered, and she fought the urge to giggle and swoon, “Come here,” she growled, plucking his body between her thumb and forefinger. His world blurred as she brought him up to the opening at the top of her shirt, the fabric stretched around the hem as her cleavage struggled to escape. Without another word she lowered him in, exerting just enough force to send the struggling six-inch man deep into that cavern. She bit her lip as she felt him struggling, and pushed harder, making sure there was no chance for him to squirm upwards and escape. In the tight confines of her shirt James was utterly trapped, pressed from all sides by her warm and inviting flesh. It molded around him even as he fought, seeming to grip him and claim him as it’s own.

Carol sighed contentedly as she looked down at her breasts. There was no way to tell he was even there, whatever feeble struggles he was managing couldn’t even jiggle those immense orbs enough to reach the surface of her top. With a happy hum Carol started for the stairs.

…

“So, do you like, want a snack or something?” Asmodea asked the angry looking witch-hunter.

“Poisons will not work on one of the order,” Mary snapped, “our blood is blessed by the very angels-“

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Asmodea said, rolling her eyes, “you guys are badass, it’s cool, really, but I’m supposed to offer you refreshments, now do you want one or not?”

Mary glowered at the demon, then licked her chapped lips, “I suppose if you have something to drink, I would be agreeable.” She thought a moment, “chilled sweet wine, or perhaps a soda? I’ve become quite fond of those-“

“She’s got orange juice and Capri Sun,” Asmodea said, looking into the fridge.

Mary’s brow furrowed, “Capri Sun?”

“I know right? What kind of adult drinks Capri Sun,” the demon muttered, pulling out a juice pouch and tossing it through the bars of Mary’s cage.

Mary penetrated the circular hole with the straw and sipped it, seething silently at the demon. Asmodea just chuckled, scrolling through her phone.

“You know Mary,” Asmodea began, “you and I might have a common interest here.”

“Please,” Mary muttered, lowering the juice box, “as though a warrior of light could ever-“

“You know that the Order works with demons all the time, right?” Asmodea chuckled, “or do the higher ups not tell you newbies that?”

“You lie!” Mary spat.

“Oh no I don’t,” Asmodea laughed, “trust me, every now and then something comes along that necessitates a little… cooperation, between the forces of good and evil.”

“And how does that apply to us?” Mary asked curiously.

“Well, the thing with Carol is, I feel like she’s not living up to her potential as a witch,” Asmodea explained, “she’s pretty comfortable with her life, so avarice, lust, the usual things people want? Those aren’t really paying dividends. I had high hopes for James, but it looks like they’re just falling in love, which, while sweet, isn’t quite what I had in mind.” Seeing she had the young witch-hunter’s attention Asmodea smirked, “Being a familiar, I can’t raise a hand against my mistress, but Carol’s going to attempt something soon that I think is going to leave her pretty tuckered out, weak... If a certain someone were to happen to escape around that time…”

“I understand what you want,” Mary said, her eyes narrowing, “give me another juice box, and tell me what you get out of this?”

“Never you mind,” Asmodea laughed, “let’s just focus on you!” Either you kill her and I’m free to go back to partying, she thought, or Carol has to dip into the dark arts to beat you, win-win baby! She smiled as she handed Mary another Capri-Sun through the cage bars.

“So, what’s on the agenda for today?” Asmodea asked, looking up from her phone as Carol sat breakfast on the table.

“I want to paint some miniatures before I shrink too small,” James piped up from his spot next to Carol’s plate.

“You sure that’s the best use of that size, while you’ve got it?” Asmodea smirked.

James frowned up at the demon, who now loomed over him like a giant, “W-What do you mean?”

Asmodea held out her hand, and a large silicone dildo appeared in it, seemingly from nowhere. She slammed it down on the table, the rubbery fake cock jiggling slightly as she compared it to James. She grinned wickedly, pressing him up against it, smushing his face against the bright purple sex toy obnoxiously.

“Cut it out!” he managed, trying to push it away, but the demon just laughed and squeezed him against it harder.

“Look, you’re at a great size to make Carol over there very happy,” Asmodea said, “or me, or even Mary for that matter!”

“I cannot express in words how distasteful it is that you’re playing with a sex toy at the table,” Mary muttered angrily. She was still sitting on the floor inside the cage, unmoved from it’s spot in the kitchen when Asmodea had trapped her in it the day before. She had a plate in her hand, and was picking at a pancake Carol had given her. “This is excellent,” Mary muttered, bringing another piece to her mouth, “Tell me Carol, were you lured into the path of witchcraft by cooking? A lot of Satan’s brides are tempted to it that way.”

Carol frowned, flipping another of the pancakes and causing the griddle to hiss, “I’ll have you know that these pancakes are one hundred percent magic free!” She paused, “Cooking? Really?”

“Yes, it’s a notorious gateway to knowledge that should be forbidden to mortal eyes,” Mary mused,

“I got into it trying to clear my skin up in time for Prom,” Carol said with a shrug, “also Asmodea, that’s gross, no sex toys at the table.”

“Oh, so your sex toy gets to be at the table,” she gestured to James, “but mine has to go?”

“Don’t call my boyfriend a sex toy!” Carol snapped, “he’s just… temporarily small.”

“Boyfriend!?” Mary and Asmodea said at the same time.

“Yes, what’s so crazy about that?” Carol said defensively.

“The age gap, the fact that you’re a witch, the fact that he’s six inches tall, I could go on,” Mary said coldly.

“Carol, this is so… wicked!” Asmodea said excitedly, “a younger man, and your tenant no less! And he’s tiny, and into kinky stuff, oh I am so proud of you!” She thought a moment, and grinned.

Just between us Carol, Asmodea’s voice echoed in her head, you’re gonna squish him, right? PLEASE tell me you’re gonna do it barefoot-

I’m only going to do what’s necessary! Carol thought back, I’ll take no pleasure from it!

Oh yeah right, laughter from the demon echoed through her skull, you’re going to touch yourself while doing it, I’ll bet he does too, accept it Carol you’re going to crush your loverboy like a bug-

Stay out of my head, Carol replied simply, and the demon went silent. She glanced at Asmodea, who just smirked at her from across the table.

“Okay Mary,” Carol said, bringing the plate of pancakes over, “We need to discuss what we’re going to do about… this,” she gestured to the cage.

“Let me out so I can rip you limb from limb!” Mary demanded.

“Mary, please, I’ve talked it over with Carol, this whole thing is a big misunderstanding!” James pleaded, walking across the table.

“You’re six inches tall,” Mary said in exasperation, “and you’re not thinking clearly! Look James, she’s got a Demon, right there!” Asmodea waved pleasantly. “There are a million spirits she could have picked for a familiar, and she’s got a succubus!”

“Well it’s not like I picked her from a catalog,” Carol said defensively, “I defeated her-“

“You jumped me with a super soaker full of holy water while I was seducing some guys!” Asmodea said angrily, “any other day Carol, I’d have-“

“Well you didn’t,” Carol said with a smirk, “anyways, I defeated her, and then she was crying and begging me not to banish her back to hell, I felt kind of bad for her.”

“Crying and begging?” Mary said, regarding the succubus with a raised eyebrow.

“If I go back to hell, I’ll have to move back in with my parents!” Asmodea said, “rent has just gone crazy down there!”

“Your parents?” Carol asked with a frown, “you told me if I sent you back, you’d get tortured!?”

“It would be torture Carol!” Asmodea said with a groan, “they eat dinner at like four thirty!”

“Anyway,” Carol said, rolling her eyes with a sigh, “I didn’t have a familiar, and I couldn’t just let her go, the rest is history. I’m trying to train her to be a little less evil.” She snapped her fingers, and with a scowl Asmodea began clearing the dishes, “also, it’s nice to have someone to help around the house.”

“Knowledge of ancient and terrible secrets,” Asmodea muttered, “and she wants me to clear the dishes…”

Mary watched, frowning, “you’re a very unusual witch Carol…”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Carol said, “Now Mary, I really want to let you out of there, because if you stay in there any longer, I’m going to have to get a bucket for you…”

“That would be… unpleasant,” Mary agreed.

Carol brandished a shimmering gold contract with a bright red signature line at the bottom, “This is a magical contract, it just says you’ll leave and that you won’t cross the runestones in my yard.”

“Do you think you’ll be able to hide in here from me forever?” Mary snarled, grabbing the contract and reading it over.

“I just need a little longer to fix James, then we can all be friends, right?” Carol asked hopefully, “I mean, come on Mary I’m not evil, I swear!”

“I’ll not abandon an innocent to your depredations,” Mary muttered, taking an offered pen from Carol, “but… I see no choice for now.” She quickly scrawled her name across the bottom, hissing in pain as a golden light seemed to race over her body.

“Asmodea,” Carol nodded, and with a smirk the demon sauntered over and opened the cage door.

Mary glared at them, and the gold sparks danced over her form as she briefly tried to fight the effects of the magical contract. With a huff she finally stepped out of the cage, giving Carol and Asmodea a final glare as she started towards the door.

“I will save you James!” Mary promised, “and the wicked shall receive their just reward!” With that she slammed the front door behind her, and Carol released a breath she’d been holding in.

“Well then,” Carol said with a smile, “shall we go paint your Warhammer figurines?”

…

James hefted the paintbrush under his arm, delicately guiding the colored tip over the plastic armor in an intricate pattern that would have been impossible at his normal size. Behind him Carol was humming happily, painting her own model, and in a folding chair she’d brought from upstairs Asmodea was working on one too, expertly tracing the brush along the tiny space marine’s armor.

“Thanks for helping me with this!” James said excitedly, “these guys are going to look great!”

“You don’t even have any Chaos guys,” Asmodea muttered bitterly. “What’s wrong, you think you’re too good for Slaanesh?”

“James can play whatever team he wants!” Carol said defensively, “besides, I think these space marine guys are cool!”

“Yeah, whatever,” Asmodea said, finishing up her model and placing it on the table next to James, “okay, we got rid of little miss buzzkill, and we’re done painting, I say it’s time for James to go spelunking!” She reached for him with a grin.

“Hey, leave him alone!” Carol snapped, causing the demon to pause.

“You know Carol, I didn’t want to make this a big thing,” Asmodea muttered, “but I am overdue for a feeding…”

“You just fed off James a few days ago!” Carol protested.

“Uh, Carol, how often do you have to… feed this thing?” James asked uncertainly.

“Don’t call me this thing, that’s mean!” Asmodea pouted, “and for your information I can go months without feeding, but Carol keeps making me use up my magic! You think fighting elves is just something I do every day?” She licked her lips, “just come over here a minute James, I’ll do it quick-“

“Give me James,” Carol said crossly, and with a scowl the demon handed the tiny man over. James felt her fingers curl around him protectively. “I’m giving you permission to go find someone to go on a… date with.”

Asmodea raised an eyebrow, “Okay, now we’re talking! I’ll just go pick up a keg of beer and-“

“You leave those frat brothers alone!” Carol snapped, “And I expect you to be a kind and gentle lover to whoever you end up with!”

“Aw come on!” Asmodea protested, “James, tell her it’s fun getting ridden by me!”

“I…” he gulped and looked up at his giant landlady, who was giving him an amused look, “It wasn’t totally awful…”

“Shoo!” Carol said, waving her hand for Asmodea to leave. The demon gave a dramatic hiss, then scurried out the door. Carol just rolled her eyes, “drama queen…” She giggled and looked down at James with a playful expression, “If you really want to James, I’ll let you feed her sometime.”

James gulped, remembering the bed smashing romp the demon had given him when he’d been larger, “I don’t know,” he muttered, “she’s kind of…”

“I think you like it a little rough,” Carol said with a grin, squeezing him slightly and causing him to grunt. She thought a moment, “She’s probably going to try to kill me pretty soon…”

“What!?” James asked, “and you’re keeping her around?”

“Demons are a very high-risk high reward familiar,” Carol explained, “the book on keeping them says that, even if they like you, most will try to off you at least once.” She shrugged, “she’s a way more powerful spirit than a witch like me would normally be able to bind, but I got lucky and literally caught her with her pants down. I can’t afford to let her go, and besides I think she likes me more than she lets on.”

“Well uh, how does she feel about me?” James asked uncertainly.

“Oh, she thinks you’re going to help corrupt me,” Carol said with a laugh. “Can you imagine?”

“Did she help you brew the potion that shrank me?” James asked with a sardonic smile.

“Uh, yeah,” Carol admitted, “but it really was an accident…” Her thumb traced up and brushed through his hair, “then again, seeing you get tinier like this, knowing every sexy little thought you have about me is making you smaller?” She giggled, “yeah, that awoke something.” She leaned in close, her puffy lips enveloping his whole head as she gave him a kiss. He sputtered slightly as she pulled away, giving him a wink.

“I’m not making it out of this basement at six inches, am I?” he asked, feeling the tingling of the magic begin as his erection strained against the fingers wrapped around him.

“I let you paint your miniatures,” Carol said with a giggle, “there’s really only one other thing to do at six inches before you say goodbye to this size” She licked her lips, “Asmodea had a point with the dildo, you’re right about the size of mine…”

“Oh wow,” he muttered, his eyes going wide. “I uh… what about…” he gulped, “air?”

Carol held her hand over him a moment, muttering an enchantment under her breath. There was a flash of blue, then an electric feeling very similar to the one when he shrank.

“That should take care of the whole breathing problem,” Carol said with a predatory grin.

She strutted over to his bed, or what was left of it anyway, his boxspring and mattress were laying on the floor, the splintered bedposts arrayed around them. Carol gently placed him down on it, reaching down to pull at a top stretched to it’s limits by her massive breasts. Her chest bounced free as the shirt went over her head, and with a flourish she tossed it in the corner. She’d gone braless, none of them could contain the changes James’s subconscious had made to her, and as he looked up in awe at the colossus of a woman, she reached down and undid the button on her denim shorts.

Carol struggled to push the shorts down over her wide hips. With a grunt she managed it, the denim material sliding down her long smooth legs and pooling between her feet. She stepped out of them, causing her breasts to jiggle slightly as she loomed over James. She smiled down at him as her thumbs hooked her neon pink panties, drawing them down slowly and giving him an ample view of the patch of trimmed brown hair shaved into a perfect triangle pointing down, between her legs. As she left the panties with the jean shorts she stood up to her full height, running a finger through her pubic hair and chuckling softly.

“I don’t think I ever did any trimming down here,” she mused, pinching one of the hairs and tugging slightly, “when you made me your perfect sex fantasy, I guess it did some womanscaping for me…”

“I-I like a sort of arrow,” James said defensively.

“It’s assertive,” Carol said, leaning down and crawling towards him as the bed creaked, “points right where my boytoy should go, I like it.” Carol reached for him, gripping him and flipping over on the bed, laying on her back and staring up at him. She licked her lips suggestively and traced him lower on her body, past her enormous breasts and bellybutton until he was over the trimmed triangle of hair. Her other hand traced down, spreading her lips and exposing the glistening pink opening for him.

The scent of her arousal hit him like a wave, causing him to start and breath in deeply, filling himself with the smell and taste of Carol’s most intimate place. He stared, transfixed, as he was lowered towards it, and as her hand gently let him down on the bed he was left face to face with Carol’s hungry opening.

“Wow,” was all he could manage, and over the hills of her body he heard Carol giggle in response.

“Go on,” she said softly, her giant hand meeting his back and slowly ushering him forward. His face made contact with the sticky wet opening first, and he gasped as her fingers gently but forcefully guided him in. His shoulders went next, then his torso, and soon his world was completely dark as she swallowed him.

His world was coated by a soft and powerful grip, the slick musculature of her insides coiling and contracting around him with her arousal. He felt her fingers gripping at his legs, forcing him back and forth in a rhtymic motion that slid the silky walls of her womanhood against him in a way that caused him to gasp, even as the fluids of her arousal filled his mouth and nose, flooding his senses with her rich musky scent.

“Give it up,” She breathed, fingering herself slightly with her free hand, “let yourself go in there James, let that size slip away…”

Somehow; he could hear her. He gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes shut as he felt the muscular walls contract around him, seeming eager to bring his own orgasm forth, draining his size away and sending what little he had left to the goddess who was now using him as a living sex toy. With every inch of his being he fought it, knowing he would lose, but wanting the experience to last as long as possible.

Carol seemed to guess his intentions, and she laughed even as pleasure rocked her body, “It’s mine James!” She laughed, “those last piddly few inches you’re holding on to? They’re mine!” She hissed in pleasure, arching her back as he squirmed inside her.

James felt her tighten around him as she said it. The fluid motion of her hand thrusting his body in and out blinded him as her juices flooded his mouth, nose, eyes. His own erection was like a ship in a storm, battered about as she forced him into her depths and out again, groaning in pleasure as even her heartbeat was felt by the tiny man trapped inside her.

Through it all he felt the familiar magical tingling as his size drained into her. It was different now, with a deliberate feel to it, as if instead of just naturally flowing to her, she was sucking his size out, making him consciously aware with every millimeter that drained away that it was her taking it, turning his mass into clearer skin, shinier hair, bountiful breasts…

He cried out in pleasure as he came, the sound of his orgasm muffled by the powerful muscles that squeezed tight around him at the same time. Carol’s final moans of pleasure drowned out anything he could manage, and her convulsions whisked away his seed as quickly as he sprayed it, a feeble sprinkler in a hurricane that didn’t even notice him as it tore his world apart.

“That was spectacular,” Carol breathed, leaning back against his bed. She felt the squirming sensation of the tiny man still trapped inside her, smaller now than he’d been when he went in. “How much did you leave in there?” she giggled. Her hand drifted down to fish him out, passing the wetness of her lips as she searched idly for James. A tiny pair of feet met her, and with a grin she gripped them and pulled.

James was dimly aware of a popping sound as he was pulled free, the silky musk of her arousal coating him like paint, cooling as the air hit him and his giant landlady brought him to her face. She was bigger now, or rather he was smaller, he blinked numbly as he wondered just how much smaller he’d gotten.

“Asmodea was right,” Carol mused, dangling him over her face with a smile, “those last few inches are going to take a lot more work to get… I think we got two of them.”

“G­r09;good,” he managed with a weak grin, “you look the same…”

She rolled her eyes and chuckled, “You’re so small now that there’s not much that I’m getting off you, still we’re going to skim every last bit…”

“You keep saying that,” James said, panic rising as he realized just how much bigger everything was even with “just” two inches lost, “but Carol, how small do I really need to be for you to fix me?”

An odd look came over her face, “James,” she said with a small smile, “you said you trusted me, you do, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” he said with a sigh, and it was true, he really did, “I’d like to know more about what’s coming next though…”

“Nope,” Carol said with a small smile, “Sorry, but my pet demon and a witch hunter are both out to screw with me, with us really, so I’m going to keep my final move to myself.” She hugged him to her chest, slipping him between a pair of breasts that now towered over him, the size of houses. “Just let me play it out James, I’m going to shrink you all the way down… then I’ll fix things, I promise.”

“Okay,” he said uncertainly, “but you still haven’t told me what ‘all the way down’ means…”

“It means that when you’re small enough for my idea to work, I’ll stop shrinking you,” she explained.

“We’re really dancing around the question here,” he said nervously, “bug size Carol?”

“That’s a pretty big range of sizes,” she said playfully, “there are bugs way bigger than you out there.”

“Carol,” he said, his voice cracking “are we thinking like cockroach size, or ant size, or…”

“Aphids are cool,” Carol teased.

“H-How big are aphids?” James asked nervously.

“I might introduce you to some this week,” Carol mused, “usually you use ladybugs to control them in the garden, but a tiny guy like you could really-“

“CAROL!”

She giggled at his panic, “James, I promise I won’t let anything happen to you, but you also need to just let me handle this… you’re going to get a lot smaller, we’re going to keep going until I feel like my idea for you is going to work… and that’s a lot smaller than you are now.”

He took a moment to breathe, “Okay,” he said finally, “I… I guess this isn’t the worst thing to happen to me.”

“You like it,” Carol said, a statement, not a question, “you like the idea that I’m just stealing every last bit of you to make myself hotter.” She grinned, “You’re a very accomplished young man James, you live on your own, you’re at the top of your class, you have fun and interesting hobbies…” she giggled, “but you really like being torn down by me.” She gripped his body again with her thumb and forefinger, lifting him and letting him dangle before her enormous grinning face, “come on, tell me about it, let’s lay it out.”

“Yeah,” he admitted, weakly trying to cover his privates, “You’re a dream come true, I guess I thought you were so far beyond me, that you’d never be interested in a guy like me…”

She snorted, laughing, “James, you’re my dream come true, a sexy younger man with the world at his feet who chooses his washed up landlady?”

“Washed up?” James breathed, looking at her glorious body.

“I don’t normally look like this,” she laughed, “when you drank that potion… I honestly thought I wouldn’t have any problems, like why would you be into a woman like me?” She sighed, “you know I’ll look like I did once I fix you, right?”

“That’s the Carol I nursed a crush on for a year,” he laughed down at her, “but… is there a way you could hold on to five or six inches of my height and keep the uh… girls there?” he gestured at her breasts.

Carol just laughed, almost dropping him, “Let me fix you, then we’ll play around with the cosmetic stuff,” she said with a smile.

She sighed and stood up, placing him down on the bed again. He glanced around and gulped nervously as she walked towards her clothes. He was probably around four inches tall now, and it was a pretty dramatic change from six. He could feel every fiber of the sheets below him, and the world rocked like an earthquake when Carol casually got up. He fell to the mattress, looking up in awe as the colossus of a woman hummed to herself, picking up her top amidst the landscape of his basement apartment.

She reached for her panties and paused, “James,” she said with a grin, “I’ve been wearing these panties all day, it’s so hot in the summer… I had to trim the shrubs, pull some weeds.” She held the neon pink underwear up to her nose and sniffed them, her nose wrinkling slightly, “do you want to take a ride?”

“Yes Ma’am,” he said without thinking, his eyes wide.

She smiled as she reached for him, stretching the panties like a hammock between her ankles. He was lowered in lovingly, the rich ripe smell of Carol’s sweat bathing him even over the drying musk of her pussy that covered every inch of him. He looked up one last time to see her grinning face looking down him, then there was an upward motion like the world’s fastest elevator before he was hugged against the warm and soft surface of her pussy.

“Let’s see if we can’t shave off another inch,” Carol giggled, cupping her hand over her crotch and pressing him in. With a saunter of her hips she moved over to her denim shorts next, pulling them up and further tightening James into the wet warm prison.

James’s world was her, the pressure around him was immense as the tight clothes coiled around him, the sweaty flavor of her rubbing into his skin from all sides as he was jostled in the darkness by her movements. He felt himself growing hard again, and the tingle of the magic activating as his essence began draining into her.

“Now,” Carol muttered, fixing her top in place, “I was going to spray the parking lots with weedkiller tomorrow since it’s going to be cooler, but…” She giggled and threw her hands up in a shrug, “what the hell, suddenly I feel like doing it today!”

With her hips swaying from side to side the landlady exited the basement apartment, eager to begin her landscaping duties for the day.

…

“Why can’t I use a crossbow here?” Mary demanded of the firing range owner.

“Lady,” the pudgy redneck said defensively, “it’s not a gun!”

“Your advertisement said firing range!” Mary snapped, “this crossbow is-“ she stopped herself before she said enchanted, “it’s for stopping burglars!”

“Well shieett,” the range owner said with a smile, tipping his hat, “let me see what you’ve got girlie!”

Mary scowled, hefting the crossbow down range. She pulled the trigger, and a moment later her target burst into flame, a second later there was a secondary explosion and all the other targets on the range flew off their mounts, earphones and hats flew off as the blast wave echoed down the range positions. There was silence a moment, then the myriad range attendees cheered and clapped, as Mary smiled and waved at them.

“Holy shit,” the range owner managed, “Miss Hopkins was it?”

“It was,” Mary said coldly, loading another, less explosive, bolt.

“Y-you said you were practicing for hunting?” he asked, “what the fuck kind of deer are you bagging?”

Mary grabbed his shirt, pulling him close, “WITCH deer!” she snarled.

“Which deer? Hell whichever one you want,” the range owner stammered, “uh, for the sake of the building’s structural integrity, could you maybe dial it back a little?”

Mary smiled happily, “Of course! The weight of a dragonfire bolt and a regular bolt is the same, could I get some more of these delightful zombie targets? They bring me back to my summer camp days in the eastern Dead Zones.”

“Right away!” The range manager said with a forced smile. He scurried away a moment later, if nothing else the strange young woman did have a credit card with no limit… it was good to be friendly, he decided.

 “Mary!” a voice called, Mary scowled, lowering her crossbow as the demon sauntered up to her.

“Asmodea,” she said neutrally.

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out!” The demon had disguised herself as a blonde with a pixy cut, the horns hidden beneath a ballcap that carried the Chaos Undivided logo from the Warhammer games.

“You let me be expelled from your master’s home,” Mary said, aiming her crossbow.

“Carol does what Carol wants,” Asmodea said dismissively, “this is actually better for you, trust me!”

“Better!?” Mary asked angrily, “I can’t even go in her yard!”

“You can’t cross her runestones,” Asmodea corrected, “now imagine if there was a mischievous demon who threw all those in the Wendy’s dumpster?”

“I see,” Mary muttered, smiling at the disguised demon, “and what of James, is he doing well?”

“I’m pretty sure she shrank him more today,” Asmodea said with a shrug, “she wants him pretty small, I’ve got an idea of what she wants to do, but she’s not letting me in on the final play.”

“I’m going to save him,” Mary said in a low voice, “he’s been seduced by the dark side…”

Asmodea giggled, “Indeed, he’s more machine now than man, twisted and evil…”

Mary frowned, “he’s used cybernetics?”

The demon rolled her eyes, “Sorry, I thought you were doing a thing… no, he’s just messing around with Carol.”

“Excellent,” Mary muttered, “there is still good in him.”

“You can’t escape your destiny!” Asmodea said dramatically.

Mary glared at her a moment, “You know we watch all of those movies in The Order…”

“Fuck,” Asmodea muttered, “Okay, well James is one hundred percent on team Carol, so if your plan to beat her involves him, it’s going to fail.”

Mary regarded her target a moment, then hefted her crossbow. There was a twang, and then a hole appeared in the zombie shaped target she’d fired upon, directly crossing it’s head.

“All we have to do, is decide what to do in the time that is given to us,” Mary said with a smile as she turned back to the demon.

“Enjoy every sandwich,” Asmodea replied, hefting her small hangun. There was a series of short barks, and small holes appeared around the v-shaped crossbow hole Mary had plugged in the zombie target.

Mary glanced at it a moment, then smiled, “Demon, you and I could have been friends in another life.”

“We’ve got this one,” Asmodea said with a shrug, “so what do you say Witch-Hunter? I’ll send the signal, then you can ride up and challenge Carol…”

“Do you think that’s what James desires?” Mary asked curiously, “There does come a point where my mission must contrast with reality… I’m not sure James wants to be liberated…”

“Slay the witch,” Asmodea insisted, “it’s what your people do… if James ends up your tiny toy instead of hers, who can say he’s had the worst of it?”

“Indeed,” Mary mused, “I could imagine him being… pleased with what I’d do to him!”

“Absolutely!” Asmodea beamed, “and I could hang out with you for a century or so, just to help things along!”

“Yes,” Mary muttered, glancing at the range targets, “helping things along…”

…

Carol writhed with pleasure as James squirmed in her nethers again. With a giggle she applied the hedge trimmer on the sidewalk around her rental units, There was a quick burst of energy as some of his size slipped over to her, translating into longer hair, smoother skin, and rounder endowments. She had a brief flash of Mary in her fantasy, gripping James and pulling him to her… but she just laughed and snatched her boytoy away.

She sat up and blinked, “Mary?” She wondered. Where do you fit in…

Carol stirred, waking up and smiling to herself as the squirming figure between her breasts fought against his fleshy prison. She’d simply stuffed him down there last night when going to bed, and as she reached down towards her cleavage, she tried to get an idea from his movement of how much of his height he’d let slip away overnight.

“Good morning,” she said as she drew him out, dangling his tiny form in front of her face, “looks like you lost a good inch by sleeping between the girls, would you like to see where you compare with Barbie now?”

“Sure,” he called with a grin. Part of him was scared as the world kept growing around him, but another part was… excited? Carol’s power over him was overwhelming, and that thought turned him on like nothing else ever had.

She sat up, bringing him over to her dresser where Barbie lay. She stood the doll up, plopping her tiny naked lover next to the plastic figure. James gulped as he looked up at the smiling blond Barbie, he didn’t even come up to her knees…

“Probably about two and a half inches,” Carol muttered, “I’ll bet we could get you below one by the end of the day…”

“You think so?” he asked, looking up at the looming titaness.

She giggled, leaning down over him and causing him to step back involuntarily as the mountain sized face grinned down at him. Even the smallest of Carol’s movements were starting to affect him now, like she was a force of nature.

“I honestly wonder if you’ll make it to lunch,” she teased, “I think that measuring in inches is going to be a thing of the past for you pretty soon…” She stretched again, her massive breasts fighting against the bra she’d worn to bed. James stared, and felt the slight tingle as some of his energy flowed to Carol. She seemed to notice it, and she shot him a knowing look.

“Lunch,” he breathed, “yeah… might not make it.”

“I’ve got more maintenance work to do today,” Carol said with a grin, “front or back of the panties?” She slapped her ass for emphasis.

“Front,” he said without thinking.

Carol shrugged, “your loss,” she reached down for him, plucking him up between her thumb and forefinger and lifting him towards the elastic of her panties. “Remember James, we’re trying to get you as small as possible before we try the fix, so if you want to rub one out in there… feel free,” she giggled.

“What if I start getting too small?” he asked, glancing at the panties that would be his prison for the rest of the day. “I could fall out or something!”

“I don’t think you’re getting so small you’ll slip out,” Carol mused, “yet… but if you’re feeling insecure just…” she grinned, “go inside?”

“Right,” he muttered. He was hovered over the opening of her panties, and he got a brief look at the shaved triangle of pubic hair before she let him fall in, bouncing against the fabric like a trampoline before she let it snap shut, sealing him in darkness.

James was jostled against the soft hair as he slowly slid down into the hammock of her panties, the warmth emanating from her overhead bathing him in the musky sweet scent of Carol’s pussy. He instantly got hard, and he felt the slow slide of his size upwards, into her. She’d been right that it was taking longer as he got smaller, but being carried in her most intimate place like this? It was a constant drain, arousing him and stealing his size at a slow, but steady, pace.

Carol felt the slight buzz of his energy draining into her, and smiled. She pulled up a pair of shorts, struggling slightly to button them. She looked down at her hips and frowned, James certainly did have a type… With a bit of effort, she managed to get them on, the tight fabric pressing James even further in place between her legs.

She grimaced as she checked the weather on her phone before heading downstairs, it was going to be another scorcher, not a great day to be doing landscaping work. She felt a small squirming movement and cupped her crotch idly, pushing James further into her. She giggled as she thought of what it was going to be like for him… but she was also pretty sure that he enjoyed it.

“Morning,” Asmodea said, chewing on a poptart as Carol entered the kitchen. “Where’s tiny?” Carol just smirked and patted the crotch of her shorts suggestively. Asmodea raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Did he go willingly?” she asked curiously.

Carol just laughed and rolled her eyes, “do you think he could say no to this?” she gestured down at her magically enhanced body. Her face softened slightly, “of course I’d never do anything to him he didn’t want me to…”

“Of course,” Asmodea said with a grin.

Carol frowned, placing her hands on the table and leaning over the demon, “You know Asmodea, I’ve really learned a lot about myself through this whole thing…” She licked her lips, “it’s been really fun having this kind of power over James… I think you’re right, I like it, hell I love it.”

“Fuck yeah!” Asmodea said excitedly, “so, we’re keeping him tiny?”

“No,” Carol mused, “I’m very near being able to fix James, I’m thinking I’ll do it tomorrow, so whatever betrayal you’re planning, get it ready by then.”

“P-Planning?” Asmodea stuttered, “Betrayal!? Carol, come on-“

“You were out a long time yesterday,” Carol said, leaning in closer, “I don’t think it takes you that long to seduce and bed a man.”

“W-Well guys are such prudes these days-“

“Hush,” Carol said, putting a finger over the demon’s mouth, “It’s okay Asmodea, it’s just in your nature.” Carol idly flicked one of the demon’s jet black bangs out of her eyes, “but the thing about a rebellious familiar is that they’ve got to be appropriately… disciplined.” She had Asmodea’s attention now, and she smirked, “a lot of witches lock theirs in a different form for a few months, years… making them take the form of a cat seems popular, but I don’t really think a cat is what I’d want.”

“Yeah?” Asmodea gulped.

“No, if I had a rebellious little demon who needed punishment,” Carol mused, “I think I’d just make her… smaller.”

“What!?” Asmodea said, scooching backwards away from the aggressive witch looming over her, “hey now, just because you like toying with James-“

“My little pocket succubus,” Carol said teasingly, “maybe you’d like to take the ride James is taking right now?”

Asmodea’s eyes trailed down to the seam of Carol’s shorts, “Hey, come on Carol, we just kid a lot!” she managed.

“You’re lucky I have such a good sense of humor then,” Carol said, ruffling the demon’s hair slightly, “anyways Asmodea, do what you think you’ve got to do, but if you take a shot at the queen, you better not miss!” With that her mistress sauntered out the door, humming to herself as she grabbed a pair of earbuds off the counter.

Asmodea sat there in the kitchen, stunned, well someone found her confidence, she thought finally. Briefly Asmodea considered simply abandoning her plans, just being helpful and obeying Carol without reservation… she’d really made a lot of progress towards being the type of witch the demon wanted to serve.

Then again… treachery was fun, and Carol was probably just joking about shrinking her, right? Asmodea laughed, no, Carol would probably just have her drink a Holy Water gin and tonic. She stood up from the table and transformed into a swarm of black flies, heading out the window to find Mary.

…

Mary grimaced as she looked down at the sewer. She had several wooden stakes on her belt, along with a flashlight. She wasn’t exactly scared of the monster she knew was down there, but the sewer had a foul odor to it, and she didn’t relish wading through that stagnant water.

Behind her there was a buzzing of flies, “What’s up?” Asmodea said, appearing in her usual human disguise. She strutted over and peered into the sewer, “ugh, you hunting monsters?”

“Something has been skulking around the old playground after dark,” Mary said tersely, hefting her gear, “witnesses say it comes in and out of here.”

“Huh,” Asmodea said, “that’s usually the kind of thing Carol takes care of… what are we dealing with? Vampire? Clown?”

“Vampire Clown,” Mary said with a sigh, “hopefully just one.”

Asmodea snapped her fingers, and she and Mary were suddenly wearing a pair of rubber fishing waders, “mind if I tag along?”

“I know we’re working together on the Carol issue, but I don’t know if I trust a creature that murders her lovers at my back down here,” Mary said coolly.

“Hey, I don’t fuck people to death!” Asmodea protested. Mary just stared at her, then the succubus sighed, “intentionally,” she added. Mary kept looking at her and Asmodea growled, “what am I supposed to do Mary, get a tattoo that says people with heart conditions should not ride? I’m thousands of years old, there are going to be some accidents, and trust me every one of those went out with a smile on their face!”

“I suppose you can come along if you want,” Mary muttered, “but be warned, if you try to betray me to these creatures I’ll-“

“Hey, most people would be thrilled that their demon friend was coming to help them fight a vampire clown,” Asmodea said, “now get that manhole cover off, my doctor says I’m not supposed to touch cold iron.”

A few moments later the two of them were standing knee deep in the murky water, Mary was dusting off a crystal ball and muttering a few incantations, hoping it could lead the way. It turned out to be a pointless effort, circus music piped from a tunnel leading further into the network.

“Welcome to my circus of terror!” laughter called as they walked together.

“Oh Lucifer,” Asmodea muttered, “is monster hunting always like this?”

“He was probably reading that book about the evil clown,,” Mary said, peering into the shadows, “Monsters are very impressionable, my mother said after the Twilight movies came out a lot of vampires were covering themselves in glitter, and there were some very… unfortunate zombie incidents following the Thriller video…”

A pair of bright red eyes lit up the tunnel ahead of them, and a cackling clown appeared from the shadows, a pair of long vampiric fangs tracing from a contorted and wild face. The vampire clown cackled madly as claws extended from his hands and he seemed to glide towards Mary.

“Well, let’s get this over with,” she muttered, hefting a wooden stake. Suddenly a dozen other pairs of eyes, all glowing red, appeared behind the clown. Other red noses and pale painted faces appeared, Mary turned, holding her weapon up as more vampires drifted into view, blocking their exit. Mary gulped and steeled herself, she was stronger than one vampire, but not dozens of them…

“Oh no!” Asmodea mocked, letting herself fall back into the arms of the hissing vampires, “My sexy neck!” she playfully arched her head back as the vampires descended on her.

“ASMODEA!” Mary cried in panic, trying to fight her way to the demon.

“Come on Mary, I’m fine,” she giggled as the first vampire bit into her. The creature hissed, fire erupting over it’s face and instantly burning it to ash as it broke the demon’s skin. She stood up, playfully dusting the ashes off herself as the other vampires recoiled in horror. She smiled at Mary, “I’m so touched that you cared though!”

“I’ll not let any innocents fall to the forces of darkness,” Mary cried defiantly, staking one of the vampires at Asmodea’s side and forcing another away from the demon with a shove.

“Innocents,” Asmodea said, rolling her eyes, “yeah… I’m not that, but seriously, I’m super flattered. You want a free demonic favor?”

“Never!” Mary spat as the vampire clowns swarmed around her.

“We’ll use your blood to flavor our snow cones!” the lead clownpire laughed.

Mary shouted a battle cry and jabbed one of her wooden stakes at one of the assailants, she landed the blow and the creature screamed as it disintegrated, but another leapt out and grabbed Mary’s arm. She grimaced in pain as it twisted her wrist, causing her to drop the stake. Mary’s eyes went wide as the creature prepared to bite her, but suddenly it burst into flame, a sulphury fire far that had hints of black and silver within it, leaving not even ashes as the vampire simply vanished.

“Hell fire,” Asmodea sang gleefully, “dark fire, come on Mary just say the word and you can be shooting this stuff out of your fingers!”

“You’ll not tempt me into trading for hell’s favors!” Mary said, leaping at another vampire and staking it expertly through the chest.

“A spicier meal, eh?” The lead clown cackled, “boys, wake Boppo!”

The circus music blared even louder, and the walls began to shake, debris fell from the ceiling as a massive mottled form shambled into view at the far side of the sewer. The creature roared, massive fangs glinting in the low light as it rumbled towards them.

“By the light,” Mary breathed, stumbling back and glancing around as the vampires surrounded her.

“Oooh, sorry, it’s not the light bailing you out this time,” Asmodea muttered. She came up behind Mary, tracing her hand along the young witch-hunter’s arm until her fingers curled around Mary’s hand, leveling it at the approaching horde of vampires. “Now, listen and repeat after me, Aldera, Elrya…” Asmodea continued the incarnation, the words of power echoing off the sewer walls. Without a moment’s hesitation Mary joined her, a quick glow racing up her fingers as the spell took effect.

There was a brief flash, and then the vampires were… gone? Mary’s eyes narrowed, then went wide with shock. There was a collection of tiny dots moving on one of the stone outcroppings of the sewer. Asmodea released her hand, and she numbly stumbled forward, seeing the bug-sized vampires cowering up at her massive face.

“They’re… tiny,” Mary breathed, “that was no demonic incantation, what was that?”

“Elven shrinking spell,” Asmodea explained, “not the best size changing magic in the multiverse, but it’s quick, it’s easy, and an Elf taught it to me a few hundred years back.”

“Dimension E elves are always hostile,” Mary muttered, “how did you convince one to teach you-“

“Yeah, they’re assholes,” Asmodea laughed, “but Hell has a lot of methods of persuasion that you humans don’t. Keep the spell, call it my little gift to you.”

“I don’t want any more gifts from you!” Mary said angrily, “I won’t give you my soul!”

Asmodea just scowled, “I’m trying to be nice! I don’t want your soul, Mary; I just didn’t want to see those guys grind you up into cotton candy or whatever!” She glanced down at the tiny vampires, “you should probably squish those, vampires are a pain in the ass at any size.”

“Right,” Mary muttered. The vampires cowered, a few ran, but Mary’s rubber wader clad boot hovered over them, and a moment later slammed down. She ground it back and forth, making sure that all of the vampires popped away into dust before lifting her boot. She saw no signs of life, or rather undeath, and sighed as she stepped back.

“Thank you,” she muttered.

“Oh, what was that?” Asmodea said, playfully positioning her hand over her ear.

“Thank you!” Mary snapped, “you… saved my life.” She looked down at the scattered ashes where the troupe of shrunken vampires had been, “Odd to see so many of them here, this is supposed to be the quietest town in North America… that’s why I was banis- I mean relocated here.”

“This town?” Asmodea snorted, “quiet? We get monsters all the time, Carol usually protects the town and probably takes them out before they ever pop up on your radar.” She paused a minute, “she never lets me come with her to these kinds of things, it was kind of fun. You ever think about taking a familiar Mary?”

“A member of the Order,” Mary snorted, “with a demon familiar?”

“It would kick so much ass Mary,” Asmodea promised, “no monster would ever fuck with you, we could spray paint your armor black, you could be like the Order’s Horus!”

“Who?” Mary asked.

“Nevermind,” Asmodea said, “I’m just saying, I see some potential here.”

“My priority is to rescue James… if he needs to be rescued,” Mary said doubtfully.

“If?” Asmodea muttered curiously, “you’re not losing your edge, are you?”

“Carol so far doesn’t seem… witchy,” Mary admitted, “She let me go without harming me, she’s apparently using her powers to protect people… James seems willing, eager even, to participate in her spellcraft.” She sighed, “I’m not entirely sure how to approach this, I don’t know if simply killing Carol is the right move anymore…”

“What if she was going to kill him? Asmodea said softly.

Mary froze, and with blinding speed her hand was on the demon’s throat, “Speak Truth,” Mary said, magic filling her voice, “or burn,” Mary’s grip tightened, but Asmodea didn’t resist, “Is Carol going to kill James?”

Asmodea licked her lips, thinking carefully. Mary had surprised her, and caught her in a spell that would compel truth, even from a Demon of Hell… So long as she kept things simple, the right message would be passed along, without any information that would jeopardize it… Was Carol planning to kill James? In the most technical sense yes, but while her mistress hadn’t let her in on the plan, Asmodea had an idea that it wouldn’t be a permanent situation.

“Carol is planning to kill James,” she said simply, “when he gets small enough, I think she’s going to step on him, like you did to those vampires…” She grinned, “but I keep saying she should try eating him.”

“That settles it then,” Mary muttered, “Carol has to go…” She sighed and looked at the wall, “I suppose I shall bind you after her defeat, to keep you from wreaking havoc?”

“Totally,” Asmodea said, “time to go black knight mode, you’ll love it!”

She gave a small smile, “I do wonder, what shall I do with James? He might be stuck small.”

“Trust me, James would love a girl that just takes charge and keeps him,” Asmodea said, “there’s a lot of fun a girl like you could have with a tiny guy like that!”

“He is pleasing to the eye,” Mary muttered, “and if I end up consorting with a demon of lust… well, some concessions should be allowed.”

“That’s the spirit!” Asmodea said happily, “now Mary, I’m going to get rid of Carol’s protective runestones tomorrow morning, I think that’s when she’s going to do it. I’m going to be busy working another spell for her, so she won’t be able to order me to fight you… it’ll be just you and her, and she’ll be weakened.”

“Very well,” Mary muttered, stalking back towards the sewer entrance, “one way or another, I’ll end this…”

…

James’ world was a mix of the strong salty odor of Carol’s sweat and the overpowering musk that drifted onto him from an ever-growing opening. The scratchy forest of her pubic hair had irritated him at first, but as the day went on and he shrank smaller he found himself tangled in it as Carol had justled him around, snatched up from the hammock of her panties and trapped as he fought the wiry brown hair.

Carol just giggled, every now and then cupping her hand over herself and adjusting the crotch of her shorts, pressing James into her. He’d gotten smaller throughout the day as she’d done her chores, and the confines of his panties washed away his size like sugar in the rain. She wondered how small he was now, she could just barely feel him struggling against her.

She looked up at the sun and wiped her forehead, the heat of the day was coming on in full, and as fun as it was to stay out here, knowing what the heat was doing to the tiny man in her panties, she’d done enough chores for today.

She sighed as the cool air conditioning hit her, sending a quick chill up her spine as she sprawled onto one of the chairs around the kitchen table. Her hand drifted downward, pushing under the waist of her shorts and further until it slipped into her panties. Fishing around she found the squirming bug of a man, and with a happy smile she drew him out, pinched between her fingers.

James shivered as the outside air washed over him, after a day in her underwear the cool of the house’s air conditioning felt like an arctic wind, quickly making him aware of the mix of Carol’s sweat and arousal that covered him.

“Aww, cold?” Carol cooed, leaning in. James gulped nervously, at this size Carol’s face was the size of a building, and it was hard not to be intimidated as those massive eyes bore down on him.

“I just got used to it in there,” he shouted with a smile.

Carol frowned, “oh dear, you’re way too small to hear now… I guess I knew this was coming.” She shrugged, “I think I can guess what you want though, please Carol, let me go back in! Something like that, right?”

He rolled his eyes and smiled, then nodded as vigorously as he could, hoping she’d see it.

“Looks like I was right,” Carol laughed, pinching him slightly between her thumb and forefinger, “you’re not even one inch tall now and it’s not even lunch yet.” She sighed, “I’m going to have to keep very close track of you now, you’re going to be small enough soon that I’ll barely be able to see you!” She squinted, seeing the expression on his face, and chuckled, “don’t worry, we’ll keep it above the microscopic level… this time.”

“This time!?” James shouted.

Carol just barely managed to hear the squeak, and she smirked as she drew him closer, “I was just thinking,” she purred in a low voice that rumbled like an earthquake for him, “it might be fun to do this again sometime… just a thought.” She giggled as she pulled him away again, standing up and stretching.

“Now,” she muttered, “I’ve got to go shower up, after that I’m going to track down my demon and we can start getting tomorrow’s spells ready.” She held the pinched man in front of her face, regarding him, “you really are getting too small for a ride in my panties,” she mused with a grin, “I think you might really get lost in there if I just wear you around all day…” There was a sudden burst of magic transferring to her, and she had to pinch James harder to keep him from falling as another sliver of his size went to her.

“Wow!” she laughed, “did you like the idea that much?” She jokingly lowered him again, pulling her shorts and panties away from her body and letting him see the dark cavern below. “Just think James, if I really was an evil witch, I could just let you go right now…” She bit her lip, “how long would you last down there, before you were too small for me to feel? To see?”

She lowered him further, and James gulped nervously as he felt his arousal spike at the thought. The fingers pinching him were growing larger, rolling and readjusting to keep a grip on his shrinking form. His heart pounded, would that really be it for him if she dropped him? Just disappearing in wave of arousal into the nothingness of his landlady’s underwear…

Why is that so enticing? He wondered, fighting the urge to start stroking his raging erection, if she dropped me now…

Suddenly he was pulled back up, and his world blurred as Carol placed him in the center of her other palm, both letting her have a better look at him and giving him a more stable place to sit. He took a moment to catch his breath, very aware that Carol’s teasing had cost him even more his rapidly diminishing size.

“Judging from the little buzz I felt just now you really liked the idea,” Carol giggled, biting her lip, “just so you know, even if you got really tiny in there, I could find you with magic, it would be a pain in the ass, but I could do it… Pretty sure anyway.”

James wasn’t sure he liked the way she said “pretty sure,” but any protests he made would at best be tiny squeaks to her, unheard and unheeded. All he could do was look up at the monumental woman, now looming over him more like a mountain, a force of nature rather than anything manmade.

Carol brought him up the stairs, heading towards the bathroom as she peeled off her shirt. It was nearly soaked through with sweat, and when her bra went with it and revealed those massive breasts, he couldn’t help but stare. They were geographic in their size, bounding above him like a landscape inviting him to get lost between them.

She gently set him on the bathroom counter, letting him marvel up at her as she finished undressing. He could feel the air around him move as she let her clothes thump to the floor, and she winked down at him, posing provocatively.

“I’d let you join me,” she said with a sultry smile, “but… you’re just a little too small, you could wash right down the drain.” She picked up her pair of panties off the floor, holding them up and gently letting the scent waft in front of her. She wrinkled her nose and giggled playfully, “you’re so small that pretty much everything is dangerous now.” The mountainous witch reached over him, arching across the sky overhead as she reached for a small paper cup from a dispenser next to her sink. “I need to keep you… contained,” she said with a smug smile.

Before he could ask what she meant her fingers were already racing down at him. There was no chance to escape, and he just let the enormous digits pinch him up, quickly depositing him in a paper cup that loomed large around him, an inescapable prison.

“There we go,” Carol giggled, seeing him look up at her in awe, “now for a little padding for ah, safety.” She brought the panties, coated in sweat and other fluids from her day toying with him, and slowly stuffed them into the mouth of the cup, sealing James off from the world and pressing him down as her underwear once again dominated his senses. “This should keep you safe while I get cleaned up,” she said, admiring her handiwork. Without giving him another thought she left her makeshift prison on the counter, stepping into the shower with a happy sigh.

Not even an inch tall, she thought with a smile as she shampooed her long and lustrous hair, yeah, he’s definitely going to be small enough for my spell to work… She felt the slightest hesitation, she was fairly certain she had everything figured out, but that seed of doubt persisted. If you’re wrong, then you’ll have… No, she wouldn’t worry about that, and she wouldn’t let him either.

Her mind continued to focus on it though, and she sighed and let her thoughts begin racing, how should I do it? She wondered. Her ritual would require James’s physical form to be temporarily destroyed, she gulped nervously even as she squirted another glob of shampoo into her hand. Her eyes caught sight of her feet, and she wiggled her toes playfully, the magic had seemingly given her a perfect pedicure, complete with red painted nails… Squish him maybe? He’d be so small she wouldn’t even feel him…

She stepped out of the shower a moment later, drying herself off and regarding the small paper cup, capped off by her bunched panties. She felt a tinge of arousal, genuine feeling mixed with the small buzz of James losing more of his size as her panties trapped him.

He doesn’t have hardly anything left, she giggled internally. There was something so hot about the idea, that her eager young tenant had just let himself go, his dirty little mind washing his size away and letting her steal it… and now she was going to cap it off by… She tapped her big toe against the tile, thinking, fighting the urge to let her hand drift downward, poor James, she thought, sucked dry by a wicked witch until he’s not even bug sized, then all he gets for his trouble is one little tap of my toe…

She shivered excitedly, definitely squishing him, she decided with a smile. A part of her felt guilty, but… I’ll have to ask James what it was like, when he’s fixed again… She breathed out, forcing herself to focus and go get dressed. She had a lot of work to do to get ready for tomorrow.

James struggled against the fleshy mountain of Carol’s breast, grunting as he slipped further down. At this size he was an ant, struggling against two hills that towered over him. The landscape was slick with her sweat, the summer heat fighting through the house’s air conditioning system and winning. He watched with horror as a sweat droplet twice the size of his body slid by, drifting down into the valley of her cleavage and thankfully missing him.

Carol had managed some kind of spell to speak with him the night before, either she’d amplified his voice or her hearing, he wasn’t quite sure, but from the way he shouted in vain trying to wake the sleeping titan, he guessed that it wore off when she went to sleep. They’d agreed her breasts would be a safer sleeping spot than her panties, who knew where he would get lost at smaller sizes in there?

Unfortunately, her ample chest was proving to be a less comfortable and easy landscape to navigate than he’d expected, particularly as he'd dwindled from the heat and arousal that filled his body with every attempt to escape.

“CAROL!” he shouted again, his only answer the slight snoring as she slept.

He cursed under his breath, trying to find footing. He looked up at the peak of her nipple, just barely covered by her bra. He’d started the evening inside there, sidled against it, but he’d decided to explore like an idiot, and here he was. He glanced down, seeing the darkness of her cleavage below, if he got swept into there… he’d be there until morning. The thought frightened and aroused him at once, and he grimaced as his erection rubbed against Carol’s slick flesh as he climbed.

“Oh no,” he moaned as he felt the familiar electric buzz in the back of his head. His size was slipping away again, the thought of being trapped like a bug between the landlady’s breasts, drowning in her pooling sweat, it was turning him on, and with every dirty thought a little more of him drifted to her, and there was so little of him left that she’d never even notice…

He grunted and forced himself to climb upward, he could jack off once he got back inside the bra, he’d be safe in there and it would stop his shrinking… for a little while. His arms ached as he tried to find footing, and he spared another glance downward.

The buzzing intensified, stopping thinking about getting stuck in there you moron! He ordered himself.

Carol shifted ever so slightly in her sleep, and James cried out in panic as he struggled to stay on. He glanced up, trying to calculate how long it would take him to work his way back inside her bra at this angle, and his heart sank. Rolling over those ridges of supple soft skin was another drop of sweat, three times his size now.

“No,” he breathed, “no no no!” the droplet slowly oozed towards him, the world’s laziest flood. He shouted one last time as it rolled over him like a flood, easily dislodging him and carrying him downward. The salty smell of her sweat filled his mouth, his nose, and he struggled for breath as he was washed away, his skin being dragged against Carol’s slick skin and electrifying his body as his arousal grew stronger.

Carol shifted slightly again, “mmm…” she muttered something in her sleep, smiling in the midst of a particularly vivid dream.

The droplet of sweat diverted slightly, dragging James down even further as her breasts started to close around him in her new position. The surface tension of the sweat droplet trapping him broke as it deposited him in his final resting place, and it seemed he was sucked down. He shouted as he came, the sensation of Carol’s skin finally pushing him over the edge as he was swallowed up. He shouted for Carol one final time as another sweat droplet rolled down towards her cleavage, sure to wash him down even deeper as he shrank further.

…

Carol yawned, stretching as the first rays of sun drifted through the curtains. She blinked a few times, remembering a lovely dream she’d had where James had been trapped at a few inches tall and she’d sent him somewhere lovely. She sighed as she recalled where she’d left him, and slowly lifted up her right bra cup.

She frowned as she realized he wasn’t there, “James?” she called, a slight note of panic rising. Making sure not to move she slowly pushed a finger around, pushing her flesh aside as she searched for her tiny boyfriend.

“Shit,” she muttered. She probably could find him with a location spell, but with all the magic she’d be throwing around today she didn’t want to start the morning off wasting some on something so simple. She sighed with relief as she saw a tiny black speck wiggling in the deepest part of her cleavage, almost like an ant.

“Hold still,” her voice thundered down to the man stuck and struggling against her skin. James watched as her hand drifted over to the nightstand where he couldn’t see. A moment later a massive pair of metal tweezers hovered overhead, easily the size of a commercial airliner. He went limp as the massive prongs gently closed around him, lifting him free of the sweaty pool that had collected.

He was brought through the air with ease, the wind seeming to billow against him as the giant casually hovered his pinched form over her face. He gulped as he looked down, all of her features were so overwhelming at this size, those eyes were massive pools the size of parking lots, her smile sparkling like distant waves on a beach as she took in his wriggling form.

“I told you not to go exploring,” she chided, her words rocking over him like a windstorm, “it looks like you got a little lost?” She teasingly tilted an ear towards him, but without a spell she couldn’t hear anything he might have said.

She regarded him again, “Look at you,” she murmured, “I never even noticed you all night, you lost even more of your size and it wasn’t even enough to wake me up…” She giggled, “sorry about the sweat, the AC circulation up here isn’t the best… you must have just been swept away by it!” She glanced down at her cleavage, “imagine if you’d gotten stuck down there, just getting tinier and tinier… I wonder how long you could live down there?” She felt the slightest buzz in the back of her head, something she’d completely miss if she hadn’t been looking for it. “You like the idea!” she said with a laugh, “shrinking away forever, trying to scrounge out a living on my planet sized tits?” She let her head tilt back, laughing as she felt his arousal spike again.

Finally, when she was done, she looked back at him, still grinning widely at the ant sized man held tweezed over her face, “you going down to micro size is something we can discuss sometime… when you’re fixed, I mean.” She shrugged, “I’m positive we could live out some of those wilder fantasies safely… in time.” She sighed, “for now though we’d better get up.” She reached for a small jar on the nightstand, unscrewing the cap she casually brought the tweezers down and deposited James into it.

With her tiny captive secure she could move more freely, and she stood up. James rushed to the side of the glass, looking up in awe at her towering form, clad in only her underwear. Her hips swayed from side to side, giving him a lovely view of her bottom as she went to go shower.

…

Carol hummed to herself, letting the wafting incense drift around her, focusing her thoughts as she prepared for the day’s endeavor. Incense had many mystical properties, but today Carol’s goal was just to fill the house with a pleasant aroma early in the day, it had been so long since she’d used any… She smiled happily to herself as she took a sip of her coffee. Everything had gone smoothly in preparing her spells, and James was rapidly shrinking down to the appropriate size…

She glanced down at the small glass jar on the table, and with a smirk reached for it. James’s world rocked as the massive eye of his landlady hovered beyond the impenetrable glass barrier. A single tiny crumb of toast, coming up to his knee, tumbled around in the jar with him, his breakfast. He struggled to stay upright; the smallest tilting of the jar was like an earthquake to him as Carol’s smug face looked in.

“And how is my boyfriend doing this morning?” she teased. The tiny figure shouted something, but she couldn’t even hear his squeaks anymore. “I do miss talking to you,” she sighed, “I’d draw up a communication rune, but your poor old landlady needs to keep plenty of gas in the tank for today…”

Carol snapped her fingers, and Asmodea appeared in a puff of smoke, slightly startled, “Hey Carol,” the demon said nervously, “y-you figured out how to instantly summon me?”

“I did,” Carol said sweetly, “I’ve been reviewing some of those books you recommended in my free time, Die Vermis Mysteris, was quite interesting, but I think I prefer the Necronomicon, original not Ex Mortis.”

“Really boning up on the dark magic,” Asmodea said, glancing down at the jar on the table, “I’m liking the new direction!”

“Indeed,” Carol muttered, following her gaze to the shrunken James and smiling, “I’ve got big plans for the future Asmodea… you were right, I’ve been keeping my focus too… narrow.” She regarded the demon, “of course I do think you and I are going to have some small changes to our relationship soon.”

Asmodea gulped, “Uh, Carol, dark magic is a lot like hard liquor, you’ve got to pace yourself-“

“Don’t think to give me advice or orders without my leave demon!” Carol snapped, “you serve ME! Not the other way around!”

“Right,” the demon muttered, “uh, Carol, I’m going to need to go feed to get ready for these rituals-“

“Feed?” Carol laughed, a slight breeze appearing from nowhere and ruffling her hair, “Go succubus, enact your feeble treachery!”

“Uh, of course, let me just get out of here to… yeah,” Asmodea said cautiously. She turned into her signature cloud of black flies, fluttering towards the door.

James watched the whole exchange from his place in the jar and looked up at Carol nervously, what’s gotten into her? The demon was… a demon, sure, but he’d never expect Carol to talk to her like that. Was the magic getting to her? The ins and outs of magic were a mystery to James, but he had read a lot fantasy novels, and Carol was pretty clearly displaying signs of corruption.

The only spells she’s been working on are the ones she wants to use on me… He shook his head you can trust Carol, he assured himself, you can trust…

Carol started laughing madly to herself again, and he gulped.

…

 

Asmodea manifested into a disguised human form in front of Mary’s apartment, knocking urgently. A moment later the door slowly creaked open of it’s own volition, the demon gulped and nervously stepped inside, feeling the slight tingle of Mary’s anti-evil wards as she crossed the threshold.

“Mary?” she whispered, seeing her breath mist the air in front of her, “It’s Asmodea, we need to talk about Carol.”

A pair of red eyes opened in the dark apartment, and there was a clank as a black armored figure stepped forward. Mary’s white teeth caught the light as the smiling witch-hunter stepped forward, blood-red runes lighting up her armor.

“Greetings Asmodea,” Mary said, her voice distorted slightly.

“Oh Lucifer,” Asmodea muttered, “Mary? What’s going on?”

“I’ve just prepared myself for our bond…” Her armor clanked as she stepped forward, and red pentagrams freshly painted glowed in the dim light. “I’ve done much thinking demon, you and I are going to change the Order, change how monster hunting is done. You were right! There is so much we could do together…”

The demon blinked, “Mary… have you been doing dark magic all night?”

“I’ve scoured forbidden texts and lore!” Mary laughed, “as forbidden as my very own demon familiar, whom I shall soon claim!” She stalked by Asmodea, who shivered slightly at the magical energy radiating off of the corrupted soldier of the Order.

Mary paused, glaring at her, a slight red glow behind her brown eyes, “Did you remove Carol’s protective runestones?”

“Yeah,” Asmodea said in a low voice, “chucked them all in the dumpster, just like we said…”

“Then the time has come to do battle with the Witch!” Mary laughed, the clattering of steel sounded as she stepped outside, drawing her sword with a flourish.

Asmodea stood there in shock a moment, did I go too far? She wondered briefly, No, I’m sure this could still end advantageously for me…

Mary’s chaotic laughter echoed from outside. For the first time in thousands of years Asmodea wondered if corrupting these particular mortals had been a good idea.

James, Asmodea decided suddenly I’ve got one piece left on the board… James can help bring this all back under control! Not a great piece admittedly, but a pawn was better than nothing… but how to use him?

Asmodea! Carol’s voice echoed in her head, It’s time! With a sigh the demon disappeared again, teleporting instantly to the witch’s side.

…

Carol looked at the intricate runes placed around the attic, two separate magic circles had been prepared, one by her, and one by Asmodea. Candles burned in a pentagram pattern beyond them, the flickering flames giving the room an eerie glow.

Carol delicately used her tweezers to put the speck sized James in the center of her own circle, and he spun around in shock, taking in the alien world of the wooden floor. It stretched around him for miles, the grainy wood a pocked landscape, impossible for him to traverse where Carol and Asmodea casually walked overhead, chatting to one another ash they made their final preparations. Every footstep shook his world, and he gazed up in awe as the pair of titanesses that walked overhead.

“We’re all ready to go,” Asmodea said with a smile and a thumbs up.

Carol nodded and sighed. She forced a smile and knelt down towards James, her vibrant face filling his field of vision. A moment later the grinning succubus joined her, and James was suddenly very aware of just how small he was as those two faraway faces regarded him, not even the size of an ant, on the floor below.

“Go on Carol,” Asmodea said eagerly, “tell him what’s next.”

“James,” Carol’s voice boomed hesitantly, “this spell is going to require me to build you an entirely new body, but…” she bit her lip, “for that to happen, we’ve got to get rid of your old one…”

“WHAT!?” James shouted in shock, “you mean you-“

They probably didn’t hear him, but Asmodea cackled and responded anyways, “if you don’t have the stomach for it Carol, just let me-“ her massive red thumb hovered over him, threating to smudge him out like the speck he was.

“No,” Carol said, stopping her, “I’ll do it, go wait in the other circle.”

“Carol no,” James whispered in fear, dropping to his knees.

“You’ll surv-“ Carol started, then frowned, “well, you’ll be okay, I promise.”

A smile lit up her face again as she stood up to her full height. She leaned down and pulled her shoes off, stepping out of them one by one and flexing her socked toes. At this size the smell wafted over him like a wave, and he trembled as her socked foot hovered over him a moment, the ridges and ruz of the fibers a maze waiting to press down on him.

“You’re a bug now James,” Carol commented, feeling a rush of power, “not even a bug really… a bug would step on you at this point.”

“Please don’t,” he begged softly, trying to ignore the arousal building in him. She’s really going to do it, he realized, she probably won’t even feel me, I’m nothing…

The socked foot left his vision, setting back down on the floor. Carol giggled as she peeled it off, letting it fall next to him with a thud. The white rumpled sock was like a mountain the distance, and he watched again, spellbound, as her now bare foot hovered over him. It set down slightly, until her sole was on the floor and her big toe, a skyscraper sized colossus, hovered over him, just waiting to press down.

“Sorry James,” she laughed, “didn’t want to get a little red stain on my socks.” Carol breathed out slowly, savoring the feeling of absolute control. Her hand slipped beneath the waist of her shorts, then the hem of her panties as she slowly fingered herself.

“Hell yeah!” Asmodea said with a grin, “now that’s what I’m talking about!”

“Hmmm…” Carol mused, “you’d best hope I don’t get a taste for stepping on people Asmodea, unless maybe that’s something you’re into?” she teased. She playfully shifted her toe back and forth over James, “Feeling jealous?”

“N-no way,” Asmodea muttered. The demon cleared her throat, “okay, I’m ready, pitch whenever you want.”

“Goodbye James,” Carol said with a cold smile.

“NO!” James shouted, holding his hands up as her big toe descended like a meteor. The impact was swift, snuffing him out without any resistance, his world went dark, then there were some snaps, then it was over.

Carol groaned as she fingered herself to orgasm, looking down at her toe as she ground it back and forth. She lifted herself up slightly, putting her full weight down on the spot, giving the shrunken man the same treatment she’d give a particularly bothersome spider. With a pant she lifted her toe up, giggling as she realized he hadn’t even been big enough to leave a noticeable mark, he was just… gone.

James’s spirit flittered through the ether, preparing for it’s journey to the next life. Suddenly Asmodea reached up, grabbing him by his ghostly tail.

“Gotcha!” she shouted triumphantly. James was dimly aware of the world coming back into focus, and for the first time that week he looked around a room at his normal size.

“Whoa,” he muttered, “it worked!” he grinned and stepped forward, but then cried out in pain as an invisible barrier met him.

“You’re a ghost dummy,” Asmodea said, “and you’re trapped.” She pointed to the circle on the floor, containing him.

“What?” James asked with a frown, “don’t be ridiculous I feel-“ He looked down and was suddenly aware of how pale and transparent he was, instead of legs he had a whispy tale of spectral energy. “Carol!” he croaked in panic, “I’m dead!”

“I’ll fix it right up!” Carol promised, and as she said it a purple energy was drifting off her, collecting around the circle James was in almost like a cocoon. As the energy left her Carol’s beauty slowly faded, her height left her, leaving her at her normal five foot five, her hair became less lustrous, the crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes returned, her breasts returned to their normal size, and Carol sighed sadly watching them go. A moment later the normal Carol James had been used to stood before them.

“Still think I’m pretty?” she asked with a small smile. The energy now floating through the room was James’s own, but much of hers had escaped with it, leaving her weak.

“That’s the version of you I had a crush on for so long,” James said with a smile. “Are you okay?”

“I just need a minute to get ready for the next part,” Carol insisted, holding herself against a nearby table. “I’m going to use your energy to make you a new body, it’s why I had to get as much of it as possible out of you before I…” she gave him a sheepish smile and stomped her foot against the wood.

There was a loud bang from downstairs, and all three of them jumped. The sound of armor clanking against the wood floor echoed up to them.

“CAROL!” Mary called, “I am here to do battle! Come forth Witch, and meet your destruction!”

“Oh, shocker,” Carol said, rolling her eyes, “looks like Asmodea betrayed me, how could you?” she asked sarcastically.

“Hey, you have no proof this is my doing,” Asmodea said smugly.

“You moved my runestones, threw them in the dumpster I believe?” Carol said, pulling out her phone, “you managed to trick me with your own runes to replicate the feedback, and you even put some fake Styrofoam ones over where they used to be, but you forgot one thing Asmodea,” Carol said.

“And what was that?” the demon asked, crossing her arms.

“The doorbell camera,” Carol explained. She showed her phone to Asmodea, who was shown on the screen in her human disguise picking up the stones and carrying them off.

“Goddamn surveillance state!” Asmodea cursed.

Carol snapped her fingers, and suddenly Asmodea appeared in her hand, a six-inch-tall doll of a demon squirming feebly in her mistress’s grip. Carol smirked as the demon looked up in horror as Carol picked up her discarded sock.

“No, wait, I’ll be good!” Asmodea pleaded, “come on Carol you never wash those-“

“I’ll see you after I fight Mary,” she chuckled, dropping the screaming demon in. She slowly tied the top of the sock in a knot, trapping the protesting demon. With a chuckle she tossed her inside the circle with James. “Keep an eye on that for me, will you?” she asked the ghost.

“Uh, sure,” James muttered, “you’re not going to hurt Mary, are you?”

Carol’s eyes glowed red a moment, “I’ve used up most of my magic James, I don’t have anything left to do but to draw on some… unearthly power. I’m done playing miss nice witch,” she said with a smile, “I’m not going to tolerate anything getting in the way of us.”

“But-“

“There’s only one butt in your future,” Carol said with a wicked grin, “think on it.” With that she reached for her broom, pausing a moment to twirl her finger overhead. Sparks fell around her, and her everyday clothing disappeared, transformed into a flowing black robe, a pointed hat to match appeared from the air. The attic window blew open, and with a cackle Carol hopped aboard her broom and flew outside.

Definitely a witch, James thought to himself.

…

Mary scowled as she looked through the living room, not seeing any sign of her prey.

“I’m outside Mary!” a voice called.

The witch-hunter whipped around, picking up her pace as she stepped over the doorway she’d smashed in during her entrance. Hefting her sword up she glanced around, then finally upward. Carol sat sidesaddle on her broom, her legs dangling freely as she was silhouetted against the midday sun.

“Where is James?” Mary demanded, “and the Demon, what have you done with her?”

“They’re both safe,” Carol said dismissively, “I like the black armor Mary, have you been talking to Asmodea?”

“She has illuminated some alternative paths for me,” Mary said with a smile.

“What a coincidence,” Carol said, red sparks dancing on her fingertips, “me too!”

The first red lightning bolt was deflected easily by Mary’s sword, but the witch-hunter grunted as the second made contact with her armor, overwhelming her wards and wracking her body with pain. Mary snarled, and, holding her sword upright, chanted a quick spell. Energy danced up the blade, rocketing off the tip and smacking Carol out of the air with a scream.

“Ugh,” Carol muttered, picking herself up off the lawn, “nice hit, but I’m still here!” She steadied herself on her broom as the armored figure advanced on her.

“Give up now, and I’ll make it quick,” Mary said, hefting her sword up.

“As if!” Carol cackled, “minions, defend me!”

Mary frowned, “Minions? You don’t have any-“

They were interrupted by the sound of the garage opening. Mary’s eyes went wide as a horde of skeletons marched out, swords in hand. The witch hunter held her hand out, muttering a quick turn undead spell, but though light flashed out from her hand the skeletons didn’t stall in the slightest.

Impossible! Mary thought, no skeleton could resist a turn undead spell- she scowled as the beasts got closer, revealing “MADE IN CHINA” stamped on their foreheads.

“You don’t even have real skeletons!?” Mary asked in exasperation as she cut one of the plastic monstrosities down.

“A real skeleton costs thousands of dollars!” Carol protested, “I get these guys for fifty at the Halloween store!”

Mary snarled and spun, slicing through her attackers to face Carol again. She lifted her blade, but the sound of a motor gave her pause. She turned back to the garage, seeing a writhing mad monstrosity slowly working it’s way out towards her.

“And that’s not all!” Carol laughed madly, “behold, my most powerful creature! Wacky waving inflatable arm flailing tube man!”

“Do you just buy crap at the store and bring it to life?” Mary shouted as the creature roared angrily.

“They’re a lot cheaper than homunculi and almost as good!” Carol laughed.

The air inflated beast lifted high over them, easily two stories tall. Mary grimaced as the tube man’s teeth and claws dove down, rending at her. The attacks were impossible to predict, and Mary found herself driven back before the inflatable beast. Finally it dove at her a final time, and she was able to slip beneath it’s body and slice her sword through the electronic motor giving it life.

“No!” Carol shouted, falling to her knees, “you’ll pay for that!” energy filled her hands, and with a screech she rushed at Mary.

…

James listened to the sound of the battle outside with growing concern, I’ve got to do something… he looked around, testing the barrier with the tip of his fingers. He looked down at the squirming and complaining sock on the floor. With a frown he reached for it, seeing his fingers just pass through it like he wasn’t there.

“James!” the tiny Asmodea called from her sock-prison. “You can’t interact with the world; you’ve got to possess something!”

“Possess something?” he asked, looking around.

“Ideally something you were connected to in life!” she shouted, “please hurry James, Carol’s socks are worse than the pits of hell!”

Something I was connected to in life, he thought. His eyes landed on a space marine figure he and Carol had painted together, it was sitting on a desk, conveniently inside of the circle he was trapped in. She must have brought it up here to use as a desk toy or something, he realized.

He focused on the miniature, and a moment later the world was big again. He blinked as he looked down at his body, he was a space marine all right, his movements were clunky, but with a grunt he ripped his plastic feet away from the model base. Leaping down to the floor he trudged across the wooden boards to the sock. His gauntleted hands grasped it, tearing the fibers.

“Oh, thank Lucifer,” Asmodea breathed, stumbling free. She blinked at him a moment, then smirked, “you’re a Warhammer guy?”

“That’s space marine to you, xeno scum,” he said, the helmet of the figure regarding her.

“Whatever, just don’t let that body get destroyed while you’re outside the circle,” Asmodea explained, “Carol and I did a lot of magic up here to try to keep you on this plane of existence, out there? Your soul is a fart in the wind buddy.”

“Got it,” he muttered, “don’t get squished again. Now do you have a plan to stop those two?” an explosion from outside shook the house, and they heard Carol cackling like a madwoman and Mary shouting swears.

“That’s kind of the unstoppable force meets the immovable object out there,” Asmodea said with a frown, “I kind of set them up for this thinking one would kill the other, but honestly I’m kind of regretting it now.”

“Kind of?” James asked angrily.

“I didn’t expect Mary to be so cool!” Asmodea said, crossing her arms, “and Carol’s finally stopped being a timid little nice girl, so yeah, maybe I regret a teensy bit of this, but…”

“But what?” James asked.

Another explosion rocked the house and Asmodea giggled, “come on, that’s pretty badass what they’re doing out there, right?”

“Carol was right to make you tiny,” James said, “now, can you get us outside?”

“Hold on!” she laughed, hooking her arms around the space marine’s.

…

The two of them appeared in the smoldering and cratered complex parking lot. From the perspective of a miniature figure the world was still large, but still more comprehensible than it had been at speck size. James glanced around, then dove in panic as a fireball rocketed overhead. The heat slightly melted the plastic of his back, and while he couldn’t feel pain in this form the sensation wasn’t pleasant.

“Burn witch!” Mary cried, waving a flaming blade as she advanced on Carol.

“What’s our plan?” he asked Asmodea.

“Pretty simple,” Asmodea said with a shrug, “you get between them, they both care a lot about you apparently, and it might be enough to tone down some of the dark magic they’ve both got coursing through them.”

“Isn’t there some other-“ he began, but Asmodea grabbed him again, and after a puff of teleportation magic they were in the center of the grappling giants.

“Asmodea, this is too dangerous!” he shouted, but the demon had already disappeared. If he’d had a throat he would have gulped, but instead he shouted up to the to figures locked in combat above him, “CAROL, MARY, STOP! You’re going to-“

Mary’s armored boot lifted over him as Carol pulled the witch hunter forward, trying to get the sword out of her grip. For the second time that day James held up his hands in terror, and was met with a *crunch* as his world went dark.

…

Mary and Carol paused their struggle, looking down, “Is that a Warhammer guy?” Carol asked curiously.

“No, that’s James!” Asmodea said, puffing into existence on Mary’s shoulder, “and you two just crushed him when he was trying to break you up!”

Carol and Mary’s eyes went wide, “T-This is your fault!” Carol stammered, “if you had just minded your own business-“

“Me!? You were going to kill him!”

“Just for a little bit!” Carol protested.

“G-Guys?” James voice echoed up weakly. The Warhammer figure twitched slightly as Mary’s foot lifted off it. “I don’t feel so great.”

“He’s barely holding on,” Carol muttered, “we need to get him back in the soul trap!”

“Soul trap!?” Mary exclaimed, “that’s some truly foul magic Carol!”

“Yeah, and those demonic runes you covered your armor in are totally on the straight and narrow,” Carol muttered, “now come on, I’m going to need someone to help me fix this.” With a concerned look at the seizing and shaking plastic miniature, Mary followed.

…

Mary and Carol stood at opposite ends of the circle, Asmodea and the ruined form of James inside it, “Now just repeat my chants, and weave your magic in time with mine,” Carol explained, “the hard work is already done here, I just need a little extra power…”

Mary began chanting, after Carol, the two of them weaving magic and slowly sucking the floating purple essence of James’s energy into a form of Carol’s design. Slowly reality seemed to weave into place, concentrating on a small purple speck in the middle of the floor.

“Asmodea?” Carol called.

“Right,” the demon muttered, tapping the forehead of the smashed Warhammer figurine she once again wrapped her hand around James’s spectral essence, guiding him into the new body Carol had created for him.

“ERmmm… my head,” James muttered, rubbing his temples as he sat up, “what happened?”

“You’re alive again,” Asmodea said, reaching down and letting her red fingers curl around him.

“They made you big again?” he muttered, regaining his senses.

“Uh, no,” the demon laughed, pointing up wards. James’s eyes bulged as he saw the concerned mountainous faces of Carol and Mary looking down at him. Asmodea was probably a few inches tall, still more than large enough to hold him in her hand like a toy.

“Okay, now for the next part,” Carol boomed overhead. She slipped a simple ring with a purple gem on it over her ring finger. The gem glowed a moment, and James began to grow, slowly returning to his old size. When he got larger, Asmodea set him down, stepping back as he passed Carol’s knees, her bellybutton, her breasts, and finally stood eye to eye with her again.

“You did it!” James said excitedly.

“Sort of,” Carol admitted sheepishly, “this ring here controls your essence now, without it you go straight back down to step size.”

“Oh,” James muttered uncertainly, “well… it could be worse, right?”

“The magic conduit would only break when you died,” Carol explained, “the easiest fix was to just… make that happen-“

“By squishing me,” James said with a smirk.

“By squishing you,” Carol repeated, her face going a bit red, “then I could make you a new body, and a new magic conduit to get your essence back, this old ring seemed to be the easiest thing to store it in.” She looked at it and sighed, “I’m going to miss being a beautiful amazon though…”

James hugged her suddenly, surprising her and leaning close, “I love you like this,” James said softly, “but if you wanted to… borrow, some of that essence sometime, I’d be willing to loan it out.”

Carol giggled happily, embracing him back.

…

“Okay,” Asmodea said as the three full sized humans glared down at her on the kitchen table, “I think we can all agree, we did stuff we regretted.”

“You tricked us into fighting each other,” Mary said coldly, “I thought you were my friend!”

“Yeah,” Asmodea said, shuffling her feet uncertainly, “I uh… didn’t expect that either.” She smiled weakly, “I just wanted you guys to both reach your full potential!”

“I suppose I have some blame for this,” Carol sighed, “having a succubus familiar and keeping her around the house is a lot like doing it with a lion, you need… exercise.”

Asmodea looked at her curiously, “You’re going to let me go?”

Carol snorted, plucking the shrunken demon up between her thumb and forefinger, “After all that? Not a chance in hell.”

“Fair enough,” Asmodea grunted, struggling in her grip.

“Mary?” Carol said, turning to the witch hunter, “would you care to explain the deal we’ve worked out?”

“You’re coming monster hunting with me from now on,” Mary said with a smile, “I enjoy your company, and having a demon in my back pocket, literally, might prove useful.”

“Hell yeah it will!” Asmodea said excitedly, “so are you going to grow me back so I can go with her-“

“Nope,” Carol chuckled. She handed Asmodea to Mary, who took the doll sized demon in her hands.

“Carol was insistent that you receive some additional punishment,” Mary said with a smug smirk, “a being of hell can surely understand the concept?”

“Uh, yeah?” Asmodea said nervously.

Mary stood up, she’d stripped her armor off, and was now wearing the usual undershirt and trouser combo that was beneath it. A pair of laced leather boots clad her feet, and she began slowly working one of them off as the demon watched in horror.

“W-Wait!” Asmodea protested, “come on Carol, this isn’t funny!”

“Goodbye Asmodea,” Carol purred smugly as Mary dropped the screaming demon into the mouth of the boot. Any further protest was muffled as Mary’s sock clad foot reentered it, silencing and trapping Asmodea in the leather prison.

“I’ve worked up quite a sweat fighting you,” Mary said with a wry grin, “it can’t be very pleasant for her in there.”

“Should we really be keeping her around?” James asked nervously, “She’s caused us all a lot of trouble…”

“I think she’s learned her lesson,” Carol said with a shrug, “and if not… there are three of us to keep her in line now, I think we can manage.”

“Well I’d best be off,” Mary said, standing up and stretching, “I do have mundane classwork to do, and there’s rumor of a kappa down in the university’s koi pond.”

“You and Asmodea have fun!” Carol said, waving goodbye as Mary headed for the door. A moment later they heard the sound of the dislocated door being forced back into place.

“Well, it’s all over,” James said with a sigh, leaning back in his chair. He grinned at her, “I’m really glad this all happened actually…

“Over?” Carol chuckled, stroking the ring slowly, “James, your girlfriend is your sexy landlady who happens to be a witch, it’s never over for you…”

He gulped, “I guess you’re right,” he said feebly, watching the ring curiously.

“I’ve got so many ideas,” Carol said, the world flashed purple, and lines of light began tracing from James to Carol, her stunning beauty began to return as he drifted downward in his chair, his clothes becoming looser. “I wonder if Mary would like to borrow this ring sometime?” Carol giggled, looking down at him, “who knows what she’d look like after turning your size into beauty?” She stroked it again, and the beams of light returned, and James gasped as his eyes drifted below the table as he sank further into his seat. “Asmodea might need a playmate now and then, if we’re keeping her small,” Carol grinned wickedly, “she’s about four inches, so I’ll make you about three when I send you off to her.”

James gulped, his erection straining against his pooling clothes as he imagined looking up an amazon sized demon while a gigantic Carol looked on. Carol kept going, shrinking him further and further until she stepped around the table, once again a statuesque beauty, her breasts straining against her shirt.

“For now, though?” she said with a smile, “there’s just enough daylight left to go repaint the parking lot sign, want to come do more chores with me?”

“Yes Ma’am,” he gulped, looking up at his landlady as his size raced out of him.

“Good answer,” Carol giggled, reaching down and plucking him up. She pulled her pants and panties away from her crotch, delicately lowering her toy inside. She let them snap shut a moment later, patting the crotch of her pants appreciatively as James began to squirm. A shiver raced up her spine, and she used the ring to suck another inch out of him, causing him to fall deeper into the hammock of her panties.

“Got a black magic woman,” Carol sang under her breath as she sauntered towards the door, “got me so blind I can’t see…”

James heard her muffled singing as he slid further against her, the sweat and arousal from Carol rapidly coating him. He lay back and smiled, letting her consume him.

I’m bewitched, he laughed to himself, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.