Cercy had a deep connection with the table.

  Or at least, that’s what anyone observing would have to think. With her head turned, cheek pressed tightly against the wood as she slumped over the table, and arms hanging loosely by her thighs, it may as well have grown around her.  

  A sudden spray of cool water made the opposite very clear, however. “Whu–!” She sputtered as she jerked upright, her head swiveling 

   “My, I actually hit you?” Came the culprit’s wry voice as she extinguished her magically summoned water. She sat down beside Cercy, brushing a tuft of navy hair off her forehead. “Perhaps the seas are feez- actually, something has happened, hasn’t it?” She frowned.

“Oh… it’s only you, Aegea.” Cercy sighed, displaying an almost theatrical degree of melancholy. 

 “Ah, don’t tell me… forgot a comma in your last essay? Accidently gave yourself a tail during your last practical demonstration? Indigestion?” Aegea put her finger to her chin in mock thinking.

“What? No, definitely not, and no!” Cercy shouted.

“Height?” Aegea shrugged.

“N- actually, yes.”

Aegea giggled, “tell me about it. It’ll help, I am sure.” 

“I don’t see how…” Cercy grumbled, but she began anyway…

….

 “It was earlier today, I was in my seminar for Advanced Transformative Brews-”

….

“Oh yes, I believe I dropped that one.” Aegea muttered offhandedly.

“You did. Now shush and let me continue.”

“Sorry, sorry.”

….

   “Right, as I was saying, we are all required to–annoyingly–participate in a group presentation,” she grimaced. “Now, I had little choice for my partner, but even still, he would not have been my first. His unkempt hair, his shirt left half-untucked, and his muscle-bound physique, none of it even remotely resembled a deserving academic.”

   “So when we began, I made it clear that I expected him to treat this with maturity, and that I would not tolerate any failures to keep up. His response? He merely scoffed! When I confronted him, he denied his actions at first, but with enough prodding, he confessed ‘that he couldn’t believe someone who couldn’t even reach the top shelf was going on about maturity,’” Cercy went on in a deep, mocking, voice.

  “And then, he had the gall to lift me up around the waist to reach the top shelf, as if I am the disadvantaged one here!” Her fist trembled as she relived the memory. “I can't stand a man like that!”

….

 When she had finished, Aegea pursed her lips as if searching for the right words. 

  “I am attending this school to build a future for myself,” Cercy said. “But if all people see from me is some ingénue or-or… child, then all my achievements or prospects will be for naught!” She continued breathlessly.

  Aegea sighed, her voice serious. “Look, Cer’, I’ve known you a long time, and in that time, I’ve seen no one smarter or more hardworking. The fact that your body holds a mind so brilliant should be more than enough to compensate.” She stretched contentedly.

  Cercy craned her neck upwards, Aegea’s loose, gauzy, sleeves flowed around her lithe arms as they stretched on upwards. “The have-its cannot understand the plight of the have-nots,” Cercy muttered, looking away.

 Aegea giggled again, “all I am saying is that you need not worry about measuring up, it’ll only drag you down. I know you’ll find a way to surpass this, Cer”

“Surpass…” Cercy repeated as she began to rise.

“There it is,” Aegea said, a knowing smile on her face.

“I… I have to go, thanks again!” Cercy said as she hastily gathered her belongings.

“Anytime, 'Cer, always happy to provide a pick-me-up!” Aegea called out after her as Cercy rushed out the dining hall, her figure disappearing into the distance.

….

There were scant few places Cercy felt more at home, than the campus alchemical wing.

 The familiar sights of glass labware and wood tables freshly cleaned from the day's endeavors greeted her, all lit by cool, pale light emanating from glass-encased Whisps along the walls. Despite herself, Cercy smiled.

   Something didn’t fit however. A set of labware had been left shattered, its pieces tinged green, a mild, unpleasant haze still emanated from it. They hadn’t even bothered to put their protective wear away! First-Years can never do anything right, she thought ruefully, already deciding to clean it up before she could move on.

  Cercy opened a large recipe  tome she had carried here, its pristine visage interrupted by one heavily dog eared page. However, even as she skimmed the familiar words, a touch of apprehension still lingered in her mind. 

  It wasn’t that she was necessarily unhappy with her body per se, though when she often compared Aegea’s far fuller figure to her much more modest one, she couldn’t help but feel a small, guilty resentment. No, Aegea had been right, her mind far eclipsed that of her form, and if others were unable to see past her body to give her the respect she deserved? Then it was time to bring her body up to task and make him respect her.

  A small, distant… chittering? Brought her out of her thoughts. Was there someone here? The idea didn’t seem likely at this hour. Still, an uninvited audience was exactly what she did not need right now, and so she peeked out into the hallway, only to see… nothing. She scowled, it was unbecoming of her to jump at shadows.

  A base of Charybdis brine, add Kelpie’s mane, Pixie Dust, and… what else. Cercy recounted her list as she stood in front of an imposing shelf stocked with various reagents, some in boxes, others in preserving-fluid filled jars, all neatly labelled and organized.

She spotted what she was looking for with practiced ease, but then she froze, her thoughts ringing with the two words that never failed to make her scowl…

Top shelf.

  Stretching out her arms, standing on her toes, even jumping, it was all hopeless. She stood there impotently glaring up at the shelf. A certain part of her knew it would be best to walk away, find a stepstool, but the words of her classmate rang in her head, drowning out any rational voice.

  So, obviously, the way forward here was to unfasten her robe, and attempt to scale the shelf like a rocky mountain side. Much of the shelf was taken up for its intended purpose, meaning she would have little purchase on the smooth wood.  Unless she shoved a hand, or foot into school property, she gritted her teeth, some things were beyond even her. Still her plan worked, with the boost, she was able to reach out and grasp her prize. I-I did it! She thought as the jar seemed to sparkle in the pale light.

  Unfortunately, she had forgotten her precarious position. Her eyes went wide as her fingers began to slip, and in an instance of cat-like scrabbling, she collapsed to the ground. 

  “Ugh…” Cercy groaned as she rubbed her side. Nothing was broken thankfully, including the jar itself. There was only a throbbing ache, and… she gasped, something was faintly twitching beneath her. She immediately stumbled to her feet and covered her mouth to suppress a scream. She was sure she would see a cockroach or some other repulsive insect twitching in its death throes. 

 However, insects usually had more than two legs… didn’t they?

  Cercy kneeled down, interest overcoming repulsion. Was it some rogue golem? No, what shallow breathing there was seemed too rhythmic.  Illusion? There was no apparent caster. Dream? While she’d had dreams which had started like this before–the thought bringing a touch of colour to her face–her pain seemed real enough.

Yet looking at the creature’s tanned complexion, soldier’s haircut and matching toned build, even if it seemed impossible, only one conclusion appeared viable.

“Od!?” She cried. 

The shrunken man winced at her volume. He was somehow unharmed, but clearly still sore. “Is that…? Today just keeps getting better.,” he muttered in response.

“B-But how did– Whatever caused– I-I sat on you!” Cercy sputtered. Then, it all hit her at once. the damaged equipment, discarded robe, the weird noises…

“You tried to make a shrinking brew, didn’t you?” She asked pointedly.

“Figured it out, huh? Guess I missed a step,” he chuckled awkwardly.

  Cercy looked down at the pitiable thing. Finally she sighed, “very well, since you are clearly so incompetent on your own, I suppose it falls to me to clean up after you.” She said, barely veiling her condescension.

“It’s alright!” Od nervously backed away. “I’ll just find some professor on my own.”

“Pfft, obviously you are not alright on your own, otherwise we wouldn’t be having this conversation,” she said smugly. “Now hush and be grateful.”

Without allowing any more words to the contrary, Cercy scooped Od up, her hand closing around him like a vice grip. 

Despite token efforts, she could hardly keep the smile from her face as she made for the exit. One way or the other, he would learn respect.

….

  The room Od found himself in was laconic in presentation, aside from a modest bed pushed against the back wall, and a small bookshelf tucked beneath a covered window, the room was bare of personal possessions. In fact it didn’t seem like there was a mote of dust out of place. Like seemingly everything about Cercy, it all seemed immaculately put together, 

He couldn't be farther from "put together" if he tried.

  Suddenly, the world shifted around him as Cercy reached down to take off her boots. From his position gripped at Cercy’s side, an acrid and earthy odor hit him, and his face scrunched up as the smell washed over him.

  Cercy movied on, seemingly indifferent. She picked three books seemingly at random from a nearby writing desk before sitting down comfortably on a cushioned seat placed in front. Od meanwhile, was tossed unceremoniously onto the hard table. He hardly had time to recover when two more thuds shook him.  

  “I am all sore from walking all the way from the labs,” Was all she said. Od turned to see her feet–both dwarfed his form considerably–turned towards him, she flexed her toes as if to say; 'Well? I’m waiting.' 

“You cannot be serious,” Od said. He sighed, “look, Cercy, are you still upset about what happened ear–”

“This isn’t about anything! All I am asking is a small favour in return for my generous aid! Now get to it!” Cercy snapped open her book, and began to read.

  Further protests would only incur further ire, so Od gritted his teeth and made for the gigantic sole in front of him. Immediately, he gagged, so close to the source, the musk he’d smelled before was far worse, and he struggled to move. However, a few stray droplets of sweat rolled off her toes, nearly knocking him over had he not narrowly dodged. The message was clear, get moving

  He began to push earnestly against the wrinkled flesh. Rubbing and kneading at different points of the sole, occasionally his efforts would bring soft sighs from Cercy’s lips. But it wasn’t easy, Cercy’s soles were covered in a thin layer of sweat, making the skin moist and squishy, it was a struggle to maintain a decent grip.

  “Now, why would someone like you be spending their evening alone in a lab? It’s deeply irresponsible to try and brew a shrinking brew without experience.” Cercy chastised. 

  “I. Realize. That,” Od grunted through gritted teeth as more sweat fell toward him, showering him in the warm, salty, liquid. “And hey! Just what were you doing there!?” He countered. 

“I-It hardly matters!” Cercy sputtered. “Now do the other one!”

   As he made his way to her left foot, Od couldn’t help but smirk. Still, something was different. All the sweat, the musk… it didn’t seem so uncomfortable anymore. It was as if his brain was reordering itself to find it all… nearly pleasant. Od shook his head, there was no way he could enjoy something like this. He began to take out his frustration on the sole, attacking it like the training dummies he was experienced with, the soft sole absorbing the blows like a cushioned wall. Annoyingly, his frustrated efforts only seemed to pleasure Cercy further.

  Od was caught unaware when Cercy’s right foot crept up behind him like a stalking predator. Suddenly it pounced, and Od screamed–though it came out more like a squeak–as he found himself sandwiched between the bony surface of Cercy’s right foot, and the squishy underside of her left. Surprisingly, Cercy hardly seemed to notice her own actions, her attention seemed solely aimed at her book.

  Od found himself plastered spread-eagle against the titanic sole, each part of him adhered completely to the warm foot flesh through the unrelenting pressure on all sides. It was as if everything he’d felt before had been multiplied. There was nothing left to breathe aside from her scent, and smothered to her sole, sweat seemed to soak into every fiber of his being. Whether he liked it or not, Cercy had become his entire world. 

  Cercy began to run over him in stuttered intervals, sometimes back and forth, other times he was pressed down in circular motions, or she would stop abruptly,. though there was hardly an opportunity to truggle free under the immense pressure. Cercy’s actions were almost absentminded, as if he was a toy she was fiddling with out of boredom. 

  There wasn’t all, however. Between the sauna-like heat, and the way the slick flesh seemed to conform to every nook-and-cranny, Od soon found himself growing aroused, and with little room to hide it.

It wasn’t long before a small poke against her foot broke Cercy’s concentration. She gasped, letting her plaything fall to the table below.

 “I-Is that…? Hmph, guess I shouldn’t be surprised someone like you gets so… excited being under my feet,” Cercy giggled.

“I— It doesn’t…” Od panted out.

 “You know, it’s really sad you can’t be honest with yourself even now,” Cercy wagged a chastising finger.

  Od was scooped up in his fleshy prison again. This time however, Cercy had only one intention. The sole rolled over Od, leaving him panting against her. He shuddered as Cercy picked up speed, and he knew he would soon reach his limit. When suddenly, it all stopped.

  Cercy lifted her left foot, revealing his battered form scraped against her right. “Admit it. Admit you like being under me,” she commanded.

Od said nothing.

 “Fine then, be that way," she said threateningly. The foot came down again and pinned his midsection under the ball of her foot. Cercy came at him with redoubled vigour, subjecting his length–still sensitive from the sudden temperature difference--to untold levels of intensity. He gritted his teeth, but it felt like a lightning storm of pleasure was arcing inside him, and he desperately needed a release. 

  “Admit you love this, or… or I won’t f-finish you off!” Cercy shouted, parting her toes to reveal his face.

Od couldn’t take it anymore. “Fine! Fine, I love this! So get it over with already!” He cried.

  That was all it took for Od to cum harder than ever before. Black spots swam across his vision as he shook and shivered, his seed shooting on Cercy’s waiting foot. Finally, he was left a panting mess, finally given the release he craved.

  ….

  When it was all over, Cercy placed her feet back on the floor and reclined. “You know, maybe I should just keep you this way. You could give me a massage whenever I wanted, since that seems to be what you’re best at,” she sneered.

“Would you just cut it out already!” Od snapped. 

  “Oh, so now you don’t find it acceptable to treat others like they are incapable, just because of something they can’t control,“ Cercy seethed.

  Od let out a mirthless laugh as he began to rise. Cercy only scowled. “Hmph, I was not making a joke. But I suppose it makes sense that someone who’s never had to fight to be taken seriously wouldn't get that!” Cercy’s voice rose to a shout.

  “No one takes me seriously!” Od countered. Everyone thinks I’m either some idiot who can hardly tell left from right, or a disaster just looking for a place to happen,” he let out another laugh, though it almost sounded like a sob. “And they wouldn’t be far off, you know? I’m already failing half my classes and struggling with the others, not all of us are prodigies here!

“I-I didn’t mean to–”

  “People like  me don’t go to places like this. My parents… it was supposed to be a way out. But I’m three years in and I hardly know what I want out of this place. Not to mention all the money I have no idea how to repay. So, yeah, forgive me if I got a little snippy when someone I hardly knew started lecturing me on my conduct when I have bigger problems!” He finished breathlessly.

  Cercy winced as if struck. “I-If you knew your limitations, yet still foolishly tried to work beyond them, that only makes my assessment of you more accurate!” She countered, though her indignant expression seemed fractured.  

  “Fine. you want to know why I’d want to shrink? I thought it would be the only way I’d get a break. I don’t know why, maybe I just liked the idea, maybe I thought it’d be meditative or something, I don’t know! I just wanted to get away,” he gestured around him. “Didn’t exactly work out that way.”

  Weariness soon settled over Od like a heavy blanket, he hadn’t realized how tired he was, and he slumped against the firm spine of one of the many books arranged on the table. A long silence settled over the room, but eventually, the three words that broke it got Od’s full attention. 

“I didn’t know,” a soft voice said.

Od wasn’t sure he had heard her correctly. “Course you didn’t,” He muttered

  “Ugh, look… I still can’t understand why you would want to be small, but… I know what it’s like to feel like you’re one step from losing everything…” She trailed off, grasping the hem of her skirt. “And if I were in your position, I think– no, I know, I would try to take it into my own hands as well. So… if I knew, I would have handled things… more maturely.

“Yeah, well I didn't start us off very maturely either.”

Neither of them met the other’s gaze.

“So… can you unshrink me now?” Od asked with some effort.

“A-Ah… about that,” Cercy replied nervously.

“Cercy…”

  “No it’s not that… It's just that the alchemical building will be closed by this hour, and there will be wards to keep people out. I promise, tomorrow evening,  r-right after my classes.”

“Cercy…!” 

“Fine! …Fine, I guess I can skip Practical Transformations.” She muttered somewhat unhappily. 

  Just then, Cercy wrinkled her nose, she sniffed the air twice before she moved Od up in front of her face… before immediately scowling and pulling him back. “Do I… really smell like that?”

Od only shrugged, as if to say ‘your words, not mine.’

“Perhaps… Perhaps there is something I can do for you.”

….

There really was nothing better for a sore body than a hot bath.

  Od sighed contentedly as he relaxed in the water, steam rising around him. He was laying in a small wooden pan, like the ones he could find in a sauna, though where Cercy had found this one, he had no clue. Honestly, he was far more interested in washing the stale sweat from his… everything.

  “Well, someone’s enjoying himself,” Cercy said as she re-entered the room, her steps creating ripples in the water. Since he had last seen her, she had changed into more casual nightwear. She leaned over the tub and began aimlessly dragging her finger through the water. “You know, you really are quite sturdily built.” She said slowly as if realizing for the first time.

Od chuckled nervously. “Thanks? I guess the training ground isn’t bad for burning stress.”

  “I see, a-and the water’s alright? The heating spell is actually quite elementary,” Cercy suddenly stopped. “Er, but don’t feel bad if it’s beyond you,” she added hastily. 

  Od quirked an eyebrow. After her earlier performance, it was weird to see Cercy tripping over herself, The juxtaposition was nearly comical. Then again, he supposed he didn’t know her all that well. “Say…” he began. “That ‘worship me’ stuff, was that just you? Or did you pull it from somewhere? Forgive me for saying, but you don’t exactly seem the wild type. 

  Cercy went red, but didn’t say anything. After a long moment, she finally muttered “...I guess I could show you.”

   She pushed her chair out delicately and made for her bed. intrigued, Od leaned over the tub’s rail to see her pulling various out-and-ends from beneath it –a colourful feather, a lone piece from a strategy game, a dusty bottle of deep-blue liquid–until finally, she pulled out a simple book bound in a maroon cover, unlike the pristine books dotting the room, this one was clearly well-loved.

  “These are the memoirs belonging to a famous courtesan in the capital. Normally I wouldn’t care about someone so vapid, but this woman… She was a complete visionary! Not only did she have the maturity and allure to charm her way through high society, but her applications of size transformation are ingenious!” Cercy said, her voice growing excited. “For example, just by utilizing the increased sensitivity of a shrunken individual, she could create an attraction by her scent alone! Not to mention…”

  Od smiled, he realized there was none of the condescension or derision he had come to expect from Cercy. In fact, she was actually kinda cute when she got all excited about something.

  “...And I may have taken some inspiration from her more unorthodox methods,” Cercy finished with a blush. Her eyes fell to a passage on the open page, then moved to Od, back to the page, and Od again. Finally she spoke. “Actually, I’ve always been… curious about some items here. I-I don’t know if I’ll ever get another chance, do you think we could…?” She looked at him expectantly.

    Maybe it was the heat getting to him, or maybe it was the lingering memory of that strange pleasantness he’d felt, but Od decided to indulge her. “Well, we’ve already gone this far.”

  Cercy’s whole demeanor lit up. “Great! I just need you to turn around,” she flipped a page.

  Od turned around and sunk deeper into the water. Soon, he began to hear footsteps and rustling behind his back, then a faint sweet smell greeted him. Finally, there was a soft fwup of something hitting the ground. “I… I am ready now,” a nervous voice said.

  There Cercy was, standing naked in front of him. Her arms were nervously clasped behind her back, as her toes pawed the ground. “I’ve been staring at you all evening,” she said softly. “I know I’m not much… but I thought I’d do something to return the favour.”

  Od found himself at a loss for words. Sure, he had been with other girls before, but something about this felt different. Maybe it was how she loomed above him, or how everything about her–the sound of her foot falls, the rise and fall of her chest–seemed so much grander. 

“It’s enough,” Od said through a dry mouth.

  Cercy’s confidence seemed to grow as she approached him. Moving in a slow saunter as she leaned forward to emphasize her chest. Od’s eyes caught on them. Despite their modest size, they still dwarfed him easily, and he couldn’t help but imagine being pressed between the warm skin, or her moans reverberating through his entire body as he serviced her nipple. For the second time that night, he felt something stir below.

  Still, there was also a sort of trepidation to Cercy’s movements, as if she was rehearsing a script she wasn’t fully comfortable with. Her focused gaze, however, suggested none of this.

   She was so focused in fact, she hardly noticed the lone Chess piece she'd pulled from beneath her bed had rolled directly in her path, not until her food landed right on it. Cercy gave a pained gasp as she stumbled forward on one foot, her arm reaching out for support. Od could only watch helplessly as the falling hand knocked the tub over the edge, sending him tumbling.

With a conjoined cry, the two collapsed into a heap below.

 “Ugh…” Cercy groaned as she pulled herself up. “Not exactly graceful.” 

  Od, for his part, had his fall broken by the soft skin of her thighs. Though as Cercy pulled herself into a sitting position, he fell between them with a grunt. His new view greeted him with dripping wet skin and a scowl plastered so deeply to Cercy’s face it might have been chiseled on. Still, as he lay there, an odd scent met him. He turned to see the massive lips of her womanhood, they were dripping slightly, as if anticipating him.

  They were both still ready to go, so why stop? Yet his tongue caught on how to voice this to Cercy.

 He didn’t have to, however. From above, Cercy stopped consoling herself as she observed his approach, grin widening as she caught on. “Hmph, having a backup plan is quite reliable, you know, but… you’re sure about this one?”

 “I am, so-” he couldn’t even finish his sentence before Cercy’s hand came up behind him and pushed him inside her, his body–still slick from the bath–was easily enveloped by her pink walls.

  Cercy let out a choked gasp as he entered, one hand covered her mouth to suppress a moan, while the other grasped his ankles, as if she was afraid of losing him.

  Od sputtered as the most overwhelming pressure he had ever felt surrounded him on all sides. He instinctually thrashed against it, but the hungry walls only seemed to contract further around him, sending jolts of pleasure up his spine as they pressed down on him.

  Above, Cercy began to push him deeper and faster, her rational thinking quickly being replaced with raw desire. As her orgasm approached, the contractions rolled over Od like an earthquake. His eyes almost rolled back as the silky muscles compressed and rubbed his tiny form, and it wasn’t long before he finished.

  Finally, with a moan she didn’t–or couldn’t–try to suppress, Cercy joined him, Her legs went taut and her toes curled as it rolled through her whole body. Finally, it passed, and she leaned down on the floor, her eyes growing heavy as she lay there.

  A moment later, a drenched and dizzy Od joined her, splayed between her thighs. With a groan, he pulled himself up, one hand against her leg for support. 

  “Cercy?” He called, but there was no response. Od realized her breathing had become relaxed. She must have been so exhausted that she’d passed out then and there.

Od felt himself grow weary as well. He smiled contentedly as he slumped back down, and his eyes closed. 

….

  Aegea stretched languidly as she stood in a warm sunbeam coming from the dorm commons’ window. Of course, it was another beautiful day, but something was off. Her friend Cercy had missed her morning class, something that seemed less likely than the seas freezing over.

  As she approached the dorms, she expected to see a closed door, and perhaps a moping tear-stained girl behind it. Instead… sitting on one of the couches dotting the room, was Cercy herself talking with a tall, tanned boy she had never seen before.

“...If you ever want… “a break” again, then you will need these,” Aegea heard as she saw Cercy press a felt pouch and a wooden tool into his hands.

   Aegea didn’t hear the rest of their conversation, she had already begun walking away, a knowing smile on her face as she decided to leave the two to their own devices.

  Yet as she left, a final snippet of their conversation floated her way, though she could not be sure which one said it.

  “Apology accepted.”

  Od woke with an unfamiliar sense of unease in his chest. It had only been a week since he’d last seen Cercy, his… well, he wasn’t sure what to call her. But he’d finally agreed to meet with her again, so why was it still tangling him up inside like this?  It wasn’t as if he was angry with her anymore, a lot of shit had happened that night, good and bad. Maybe he just needed some more time, she could understand that, couldn’t she?

  Sounds of rustles and thumps stirred him from his thoughts, and he pulled himself to a reluctant sitting position. But what he saw… it couldn’t be right. After all, he didn’t remember any strange woman standing there when he turned in last night.

  “Cercy…?” He muttered as his blurry vision cleared. “Cercy!?” He cried, his unease quickly becoming dread.

  “Oh,” she squeaked,  “Od, d-dear… good morning,” she spoke like it was her first time using a foreign language. She turned to him, and Od was struck by the frantic look in her eyes. Combined with her weirdly pale skin and flushed cheeks, there was something… distinctly off about her.

 “‘Good morning?’” Od repeated incredulously. “How did you- What are you doing here?” 

  “Well, I arrived early, so I decided to provide some sorely needed clean-up,” she wiped sweat from her brow. “I mean, since I am always willing to help a friend relax!” Still in that same stiffly pleasant tone.

“Cercy, we’re not meant to meet for hours,” Od gritted out. 

 “R-Really? What a… silly mistake. But since I’m here, why don’t we just start now? It isn’t like you want to avoid me, right?” 

  Od looked at her with newfound weariness. Was she… testing him? And if he answered wrong, what would she do? He knew what she was capable of when she was angry, and even if they’d supposedly made up, was he willing to take that risk? 

  All he expressed however, was a brusque, “I have to get to work at the stables,” as he made for the door beyond her.

  “Wait! D-Don’t go, please!” Cercy staggered into his path as her world spun with unnatural dizziness. She would have fallen over entirely if Od hadn’t caught her and set her upright with surprising gentleness. And with that, he was off.

  Cercy stood there, staring at the floor. For once in her life, she was entirely dumbfounded.

….

 “...And that’s what brings you to the dance studio, downtrodden and dreary-eyed?” Aegea remarked once Cercy had finished her tale.

  Cercy looked positively aghast. “I am not dreary-eyed. I am… resolute! That is to say, I need your advice. 

  Aegea nodded sagely, “I’d say, hm… with that hazelnut hair of yours, something sky blue would suit you perfectly if you ever decided to take up Aquadancing,” she said, emphasizing her point with a flourish of enchanted water.

“Focus, Aegea!” Cercy whined. “I’m not one of those weird dress-up dolls you collect.”

“Fine, fine, seeing you twirl really would be a delight though,” she sighed. “If I remember correctly, your behaviour with this boy is quite the turnaround.”

Cercy looked unsteady. “We–we had a transformative experience,” she coughed deeply into her fist.

“Perhaps he’s stuck in between, then.”

“Excuse me?”

  Aegea giggled, “stuck between wanting something new, and being afraid of going back. After all, one experience–no matter how transformative, can only do so much. 

Cercy looked crestfallen. “What… what can I do then?”

  “It may not be up to you, but when the boy is ready, be ready to listen. And Cercy,” her tone became serious. “Try not to force it. Struggling against the current may just drag you deeper."

  Cercy squirmed in place, her knuckles white against the balance beam she supported herself on. “I can’t just do nothing!” She said finally. “I just need a plan this time, Od will see things differently then,” she muttered, moreso to herself. 

  Aegea frowned as she watched Cercy exit unsteadily. Should she perhaps intervene? No, in the end, maybe there were some mistakes you needed to make before you could learn.

….

   Cercy thought her plan was genius in its simplicity. One of the first principles she had learned as a transformation mage was that altering an item's inefficient qualities often produced stronger results than altering it entirely. To that end, she merely had to recreate her original shrinking encounter with Od, with none of the conflict that had marred it.

  Entering Od’s room, she felt excited… elated even! She had missed this clarity of purpose. She stopped to examine herself in a dusty mirror. Stripping down, she left her clothes in a pile beneath her, revealing nothing but a pair of lacy, scarlet underwear. Something she’d bought on a whim months ago, never intending to wear it, but  just owning something so risque had been a thrill.

  Cercy let go of the chair she had been using for balance to apply another spay of Aegea’s floral oils. She wiped clammy sweat from her brow, already feeling dizzy enough to grab the chair. All she needed was a little more time, she would get examined once this was over, once she could relax.

  Something was off however, in the mirror, she saw the strap on her shoulder fall to the side, then the other, but that couldn’t be, she had practiced putting it on perfectly. It was almost like they were getting bigger, or her… smaller. The coughing, strange dizziness… How long had it been since she was in that lab with Od’s concoction? Had she worn a mask? Cercy’s eyes went wide as the implications crashed down on her. She needed to leave, now!

  Too late. Cercy felt something like a dam breaking within her. She doubled over in pain as the strongest wave of dizziness yet washed over her. Bursts of warmth bloomed in her chest as she felt herself compress around her ribs. She didn’t know how long it took, but soon she was screaming, air rushing around her as she fell naked onto a soft pile below.

  For a second, everything was nice. The pain was gone, and whatever she was lying on was actually quite soft. Except… Cercy shot up, my clothes! I’m lying on my clothes! She realized frantically, yet all it took was a look at the cavernous surroundings reflected in the monolith of a mirror facing her to confirm her worst fears.

….

  It was undeniable that she had allowed whatever attempt at a shrinking brew Od made to infect her. The mixture germinated within her until she had been reduced to… this! A mistake like this was pathetic, beneath her even!

  Her self-deprecation was soon interrupted by a sound like slow-motion thunder. She turned in horror to see the door creak open, and the monstrously towering form of classmate walk in, each of his casual footsteps an earthquake whose tremors Cercy could feel even across the room. Her eyes went wider than ever, she wasn’t even the bug Od had been in comparison to her, she was a grain of sand!

  As she turned to face Od, he brushed a piece of straw off his shoulder. Cercy gulped, it was big enough for her to straddle at this size and he’d done it so casually. Just a single breath or step from him would be enough to knock her over at this size.

And those tremors beneath her feet were quickly becoming stronger.

  Cercy began a mad dash as reality set in, but coordination was never her strong suit, and foot was soon caught in the gap between the wooden floorboards. She couldn’t even speak as a shadow fell over her. No! It can't end like this, please! She pleaded, just before the tough sole of Od’s boot fell down on her. There was a brief crunch, and then… it was over.

  Cercy sat up with gasp as the titanous foot moved on. Right… right, a shrunken individual’s durability increased in tandem with their compaction, she had studied this, she should have known this. If Od saw her like this, forgetting such basic facts and scrabbling around like some pathetic headless chicken… no she couldn’t stand that embarrassment, she needed to hide, she needed…

  Aha, That was it! Thinking quick, she dove into a tent of discarded clothing nearby. The fabric was so rumpled it was hard to tell what she was diving into, but it was sure to protect her overhead. 

  “Where the hell is she?” Od muttered as he changed. It didn’t seem right for someone as strict as her to show up late, he thought as he reached down for the same threadbare shorts he’d worn earlier.

  Cercy felt the giant shift, but her mind was elsewhere. She had begun to notice something earthy and bitter smelling. Ugh, whatever I’m in, Od needs to wash it better, she scowled.  However, almost without noticing, Cercy began to squirm deeper into the fabric. What am I doing, this isn’t right, I–I… a shiver ran through her as she began to feel strangely warm.

   Cercy was knocked out of her thoughts by the sudden feeling of being lifted hundreds of feet in the air. She squealed in terror as the world turned around her, sending her tumbling towards a catch of fabric that held her body like a hammock.

  She could scream until her voice was horace but he would never hear her. Two great columns rose up beside her, His legs! She realized, then that means… Oh no! She struggled frantically for a few more seconds, until she was suddenly pinned by something warm and squishy.

   A faint sweet scent met Od as he opened the book at his desk. It was almost relaxing in its familiarity, but from where? Ugh, he knew what Cercy would say if she were here. Though not for the first time, he wondered whether it was right he was… intimidated by her.

  Cercy didn’t know how much more she could take. The heat was immense within the forest of coarse public hair.. She could hardly open her mouth without getting a steamy breath of musk. Her thoughts began to grow hazy; maybe… maybe this wasn’t so bad. Cercy shook her head, this needed to end this now! She began to gather every iota of mana within her, building a single, precise, bolt. He simply couldn’t ignore this.

   Od shivered as he felt a nearly imperceptible heat in his groin. He hadn’t been able to find any relief since his encounter with Cercy last week, and it was starting to get to him, it didn’t help that there was something strangely arousing about that lingering scent. He looked back at the door, fuck it, he thought as he pulled his shorts down, she isn’t here.

  Cercy coughed as fresh air hit her. “Od! I’m down–!” She froze as Od’s monolithic cock unfurled in front of her like some excavated tower, impressive in its own right, but down here… there was nothing else like it. She could only lay there, transfixed, as the giant’s hand stroked up and down. It wasn’t long before she was dragged along for the ride as well.

  She should have hated this, it should have been a nightmare for her. But, the difference in scale was… incredible. She was a germ, utterly overwhelmed by Od’s simple movements. He could go further, I-I could stay like this, j-just let him keep me here, her thoughts tumbled out dizzyingly.

  She screamed as body came in tandem with Od, thick globs of his seed sailing overhead. Soon a tepid bliss settled over her as she lightly fell back into the hair below.  She was ready to nod off when a heavy drop seed dripped down on her from the shaft above, knocking her from her fugue as she was pulled deeper.

  “No wait! I wasn’t serious! Please get me out, Od!” She cried desperately. But it was no use, she could only watch as she was sealed in darkness once more.

Od stretched, suddenly feeling reinvigorated. Maybe a trip to the training grounds was in order.

….

  By the time Od returned, the sun was beginning to set outside his window, yet there was still no sign of Cercy.

  He felt slightly guilty about his relief at that. Perhaps 'no sign' wasn't accurate however. As sitting on a table was her bag. Od was struck by a sudden internal dilemma, yes, going through it would basically make him a thief, but right now, it seemed the best way to know if something really was up with Cercy.

  He felt around, trying his best not to look at the contents, until his hand settled on something smooth and hard. He pulled it out, revealing a bottle of navy oils, the sweet scent it emitted the same he’d been noticing all day. His eyes widened, no that wasn’t all, Cercy had used the same bottle before her little “show”, when he had… shrunk.

Cercy was punctual to a fault, what if she had arrived, but he never noticed?

  He began to carefully walk around the perimeter. “C-Cercy? You here?” He called tentatively. What was he doing? This was stupid, he just had shrinking on the brain, and-

  And… that’s when he saw it. Tucked away in a corner was a set of folded women's clothing that definitely wasn’t his. He shivered, his own memories of landing in a mountain of his own clothes still fresh.

  “Shit,” he rushed over and began to feel around in it, but he couldn’t find anything squirming within. An idea came to him. “Cercy if you’re down there, just–just stay where you are.

  It took him a minute, but he remembered where he’d put the little wooden fork with a flower on it. Apparently, the flower would point towards a shrunken person so they could be found, or that’s how Cercy had explained it, at least.

The flower had no interest in the pile, or anywhere else he scanned it. Instead, it slowly seemed to bend back on itself, towards Od. Actually… towards his crotch.

“No fucking way,” He breathed.

….

  A heavy air had settled over the pair. Od held a felt pouch in one hand, and Cercy in the other. “Why were you so tiny anyway, I don’t remember being that small,” he mumbled as he opened the pouch. Were Od closer, he would have heard a fascinating explanation on the volitilties of shrinking potions, and the resultant individual differences. Unfortunately, all he heard was some exasperated squeaking.

“I, uh, I see,” he said, settling the small barley cake in his palm.

  warmth once again bloomed under her ribs as she ate. Though this time she felt stretched rather than compressed. She felt blissful relief as she watched the palm beneath her go from island-sized, to merely bed-sized.

…and then it stopped. “W-Where’s the rest!?” She cried.

Od shrugged, “You only gave me one extra, was enough for me.”

  Cercy cursed herself. She would need to bake a new batch, test different amounts and intensities, and all of that would take time, time she would be stuck tiny. She fell to her knees at the realization.

  “I–look,” Od paused, “believe me, I know you’re having a rough time down there, but we can fix this,” he said softly. He gingerly cradled Cercy in his fingers, unsure if it would bring any comfort.

“T-This is all your fault,” Cercy sniffled.

“I’m sorry, but I didn’t shrink–

“You threw me completely off balance!” Cercy suddenly shouted. “I never even considered shrinking contamination. I-I was pathetic!”

 “I don’t think you’re pathetic,” Od said softly.

  “But I was! I became some horny idiot who was practically giddy with lust when she was hopelessly defeated by you.” She somehow sank lower. “I was supposed to show you things could be normal between us.”

  Od suddenly laughed, the sound loud and clear enough to cut through Cercy’s despair. “Cercy, this isn’t the end of everything. I mean, so what, you have a little kink. In case you forgot, you’re talking to the man who got stiff huffing your foot sweat”

“I suppose…” Cercy’s lip quirked at the memory “but-”

  “It doesn’t hurt to be a little pathetic sometimes. Yeah, fucking up hurts, but sometimes it’s the only way you’re gonna learn,” he sighed, “I mean, we wouldn’t even have been able to meet or talk like this without a few mistakes, right?” He smiled warmly.

  Cercy felt warmth and shock well up as tears picked at her eyes. Overcome with emotion, she acted. She got up quickly and grabbed one of the massive fingers behind her, hefting it up in a full-body hug.

“Um, what are you doing?”

“D-Don’t people use hugs to show appreciation?” Cercy suddenly felt a bit stupid.

“Message understood,” Od chuckled.

  Cercy suddenly backed off and brushed herself down. “Very well, we should make our way to the lab, if we’re quick, we should be able to make it before they close.”

“Just a moment,” Od said slowly.

  “W-What do you mean?” Cercy frowned as she scooted back. There was an entirely unfamiliar smile forming on Od’s lips, it looked almost… mischievous.

  “Well… from the look of those little red panties, I’d say you had more than studying on your mind tonight.” He mused as he absentmindedly drew a finger down Cercy’s smooth leg. The gentle touch of his calloused skin made her breath catch. “And what was that about being ‘giddy with lust’?”

  “T-That was then, this is n–ahhh!” Cercy cried as his finger suddenly pushed her down. Instinctually she squirmed against it, but it was hopeless, just his finger tip was enough to keep her pinned. The thought made her heart beat faster.

  Od fought a laugh, “It’s really sad you can’t be honest with yourself,” he continued, imitating her familiar smug tone, “come on, someone like you has to be curious what it’s like from the other side.”

   Cercy swallowed, finding that she was, she gave a hesitant nod. Her body tensed as his soft touch moved between her legs. A strained moan escaped her lips as he applied pressure to her entrance in slow, firm motions.

  “You know, I can see why you got so into this, it’s-” he was cut off by a sudden cry and a warm wetness on his finger. He stopped, somewhat dumbfounded. It had never happened so quickly before.

 “S-Sensitivity… Not n-normal,” Cercy managed.

   Od smirked in understanding “well, it seems shrinking still has some surprises saved for us. I wonder how many we can rack up?” He course corrected.

  His attack restarted in earnest. Cercy could hardly contain her moans and squeals as she was pushed past her limits again, and again, and again.

  “You know, I almost think I should keep you this way,” Od smirked as he continued to press into the squirming girl on his palm.

  “I-I w-won’t let you!” She panted, “I’ll outsma–EEeek!" She shrieked as another orgasm passed through her body, her hips bucking uncontrollably against Od’s finger tip.

  “Outsmart me? You can hardly string a sentence together. That brain of yours just goes to mush in my palm, doesn’t it?”  Od’s slow and forceful rubs soon became frenetic, “but just think about it, you would be mine, and we could do this every day,” he said in a low, lustful voice.

  A dam broke within Cercy. As every nerve in her body seemed to alight, her legs locked around his finger like a lover’ embrace as her strongest orgasm yet crashed down on her, pushing her into heights of pleasure she hadn’t thought possible. 

  Finally, it passed, and as her legs slowly unhooked, she was left a panting, disheveled mess, softly groaning as she lay there. Enjoying his handiwork, Od lowered his drenched finger to the girl, smirking in satisfaction as she absentmindedly lapped at her own juices.

With a groan, Cercy attempted to stand up, but only managed to flop down on jelly-soft legs, punctuating her efforts with a slightly mad giggle.

“Oh shit, I didn’t… break you or something, right?” Od asked worriedly. 

“Jus… jush a mhomen,” Cercy muttered, eyes half-lidded.

“Bravo! That was quite a show!” Said an unfamiliar, elegant voice.

Both Od and Cercy turned in horror to see the slightly opened door, and the unfamiliar blue-haired stranger in their midst.

….

  “I shouldn’t be getting used to strange women popping in unannounced,” Od groused. The woman–whose name was Aegea apparently–only giggled in response. She didn’t seem to find anything at all strange about her shrunken friend. If anything, she seemed to see it as a golden opportunity if the way her hands worked behind a book-turned-makeshift-dressing-partition was any sign.

  “She’s ready…” Aegea turned to him, satisfaction clear on her face, “now come on out, dear!” She gestured dramatically.

  With an audible grumble of protest, the shrunken woman stepped out, and Od did a double-take. Between the cascades of pastel blue ruffles, the puffed sleeves and lace gloves, and the sparkling bodice, she had to be the prettiest princess he’d ever seen.

“Oh, Cercy, you look wonderful,” Aegea cooed. “I’d make you the centerpiece of my collection any day.”

“That’s not the compliment you think it is!” Cercy cried as she hid her beet-red face. “A-And you, you’re laughing, aren’t you!?”

“A-Am not.”

“Ugh, I knew I was a fool to allow Aegea to–”

“No seriously, you look cute! Different, but cute.”

Cercy suddenly stopped, “r-really?” She said, her tone suddenly bashful. Hesitantly, she twirled, making the dress spin, “what that… cute?”

  Aegea’s eyes flicked back between the two, and she stepped forward, clapping. “Bravo! Wonderful. Now, here…” she turned to Od, her voice suddenly mischievous, “why don’t you try brushing her hair?” She pushed a small brush into one of his hands.

“Oh, I’ve… never really done that,” Od mumbled.

“Oh it’s not difficult at all,” with a squeak of protest, Cercy was dropped into his other palm. “You two enjoy yourselves now!” And with that she was off.

Od sighed, nothing else for it then. 

“Honestly, that girl,” Cercy began with a sigh, “she can be just impossible when she gets an idea in that head of hers.”

“Can’t say I’ve met someone like that before,” he smiled lopsidedly.

  For moments, neither said a word. There was only the sound of rough bristles untangling mussed hair. “I was thinking,” Od said suddenly, “we’ve both had some… experience with shrinking now, why don’t we… keep going? We could write 'em down, maybe add to that memoir you were gushing about.”

  “An intriguing proposal. There certainly wasn’t anything in there to prepare me for shrinking,” she agreed. “Now I have a proposal of my own. If either of us have a problem, we tell each other next time, alright!?” She cried exasperatedly. 

Od laughed heartily “Yeah… yeah I guess I’ve been avoiding things for too long. Taking the first step with this book, it feels like the right direction.”

   Od’s technique soon grew smooth. The feeling of the brush against her scalp was oddly pleasant for Cercy, her back arched as she felt a tingle up her spine as she shifted restlessly in Od’s palm.

“You alright? If I’m hurting you, I can-”

“I didn’t say stop,” Cercy huffed.

Od blinked in surprise, “your wish is my command, your highness,” he snarked.

  “Hmph, you should be careful. Or you may discover I’ve developed a taste for being waited on like a princess next time I happen to brew some shrinking potion,” Cercy retorted

“Looking forward to it.”

From below, Cercy’s face held a tender smile only she could see. Maybe… maybe staying like this a little longer wouldn’t be so horrible.

Entry Eight

11/07/4098

 -At the present, tests on Od the subject’s magically-induced metamorphosis(henceforth referred to as “shrinking”) have proven inconclusive . 

 -Previous research has indicated that a particular “sensitivity” innate to shrinking is a vital aspect of its unique properties. However, the previous research had no respect for the scientific method is unfortunately, infuriatingly vague, and does not specify the origin, nor mechanics of this “sensitivity.”

 -Thus, we will first consider "physical sensitivity.” The current research aims to test magical changes in reaction to human stimuli using the subject's internal mana values(IMV) as our primary variable. Two endurance tests will be performed on the subject, one where the researcher’s bodily stimuli are heightened, and the other with a neutral state. We hypothesize that IMV, and associated physical changes, will be maintained or increased in the heightened condition as compared to the neutral condition.

….

  Od squinted as he poured over the pages on the lab table, wondering if he was understanding Cercy’s words correctly. Her strange writing style was one thing, but the need to literally walk over the page certainly did not help. He was just about to make his way around for a fifth lap when he was knocked out of his thoughts by what can only be described as the sound of a dying animal.

  Or at least, no one would blame him for mistaking Cercy’s groan for one. The poor girl leaned hard against the back of her chair, arms hanging loosely limp by her side. 

  “You sure you asked Aegea to put you through some light stretching?” He asked, “feel like I’m growing grey over here waiting.”

“Jhus… jus a few more momens…” Cercy murmured, too tired to care about any attitude.

She had said that three times now, but Od chose to keep that to himself.

  “Urgh…” Cercy groaned again. “I cannot believe she does that everyday,” she shook her head, “I hardly think the human body is meant to bend in such a way for so long.”

  “Right…” Od said with some degree of scepticism. “You know if you’re ever interested, I could help you with your endurance.”

  “I hardly think so,” Cercy said as airily as she could manage. “My strength lies beyond anything physically capable.” She winced again as she sat up. “Though… perhaps I will consider your offer,” she muttered. 

  “Glad to hear it,”  Od smiled and shook his head as a thought occurred. “You know, only you could be smug about running out of air so fast.”

  “And only you could smirk so easily from all the way down there,” Cercy countered. “Speaking of, let’s not let time get away from us. We have an experiment to conduct,” she announced.

  Od watched Cercy, with no small effort, remove herself from the cushioned chair. Even though they were on far better terms these days, he couldn’t help the way his heart dropped as he saw her rise to her full height.

 “First, I’ll need a bodily sample to compare baseline mana levels. Saliva, or even blood would do… but I think we both know there’s a far more fun option,” Cercy said, leaning over him. 

“Oh… oh, I get it,” Od said, looking down at his body. “Yeah, I’m for it,” he added.

  “Hehe, good. Now hold still~” she said, and Od shivered as he felt the warm flesh of her fingers against his back, pushing him forward a few steps towards a small, brownish sheet of paper.  Using her free hand, she pulled her exercise tunic over and laid it on her lap, revealing her petite breasts in full. Od swallowed hard as he felt himself growing hard at the sight.

  “My, it hardly takes much, does it?” Cercy mused. Never one to dally, she stuck her forefinger and thumb in her mouth and covered them in a generous coating of saliva. Then, as gently as she could, she bought her fingers down and began stroking Od’s erection

  Od felt his breath hitch as Cercy’s oily skin encompassed his length entirely. “That’s it…” she purred, her hot breath washing over him, “y-you don’t need anything else but me,” she shook her chest eagerly. Between the all encompassing warmth, and Cercy’s hungry effort, it didn’t take long to get her desired conclusion. With a gasping cry, Od came, the drops hitting the paper below. With practiced fluidity, Cercy covered the sheet in a waxpaper cover and put it aside. “I hope you’re not too tired,” she said as Od rested against her fingers, ”because that was only the first step.”

  Cercy tilted her hand back until Od fell back against it with a grunt. “Right… so–so remind me again, you’re going to… step on me? And that’s going to prove why I just came in two minutes?”

  Od could almost feel Cercy’s eye roll. “In a sense, yes,” she suddenly stopped, “We could very well find an answer to that, but this is more so a… stepping stone, using physical sensitivity as a starting point, we may end up going in another direction entirely.” Her voice grew more animated as she went on. “Admittedly, I am fairly interested in exploring the physiomagical alterations of shrinking beyond a surface level. If we could invoke Medea’s Third, or observe a state of mana flux, who knows where the implications could lead! 

  “Easy, easy!” Od laughed. “This isn’t for credit, you know, and… I dunno, shouldn’t our journal be more about the… I dunno, touchy-feely?” 

“Oh do not worry,  I expect a full account of how you felt once we’re done.”

 Once she was lower to the ground, Od hopped off Cercy’s onto a small “X” she had marked on the floor, and took a deep breath before lying on his back, bringing Cercy’s almost incomprehensible height into full view. 

  She paid him little attention as she scribbled some preliminary notes on a pad before looking down at him. “Are we ready to begin?” She asked.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

  “And remember, if at any point you wish you to stop, simply tap my foot three times. Undue stress may adversely affect  mana levels.” She looked slightly embarrassed as she added, “not that your comfort and safety is not a concern as well.”

“I got it, Cercy,” Od responded.

“Good, then take a deep breath, and…” she raised one bare foot in the air eagerly, “let’s begin the experiment.”

  Her foot fell almost instantly, every inch of Od’s body sunk deep into the oily, squishy-firm foot flesh. For a moment, it was as if he was suddenly drowning, the pressure so deep and all-consuming, he began to instinctively struggle weakly. Though mercifully, it soon let up to merely a firm hold. The effects of Cercy’s workout were quickly apparent. The enveloping flesh was doughy and made almost sticky with sweat. He felt that oily texture sinking deeper as the foot slowly shuffled around him, letting in the acrid, musty smell of foot sweat every time it twitched and arched in its search for a comfortable position. One that was seemingly settled as she placed the ball of her foot directly on his face.

  It must have been a good few minutes simply laying there before he felt things shift above him. Light and colour twisted around him as the foot rose up, bringing in fresh air. It would only be a short reprieve however, as without warning, her foot fell upon him once more. This time however, she took her time, methodically covering him from head-to-toe until he was entirely engulfed in the sweaty flesh, giving him a few squeezes just to be certain. 

  Finally, the foot lifted once more, and Od went with it, stuck to the warm flesh, a few quick shakes saw him fall back to the floor. Far above, he saw Cercy returning to her cushioned chair as she shifted into a cross-legged position, his former captor hanging loosely above him. “Now then,” she said, her voice brimming with purpose, “how do you feel?”

  “Like I got caught under a hundred horse stampede,” Od grunted. He could almost feel that eye roll again, and even if he couldn’t see her face clearly, he could somehow feel her lips twitch into a slight smile. 

  “Well, clearly not, if you are still capable of humour.” She said sternly, before giving him a light prod with her big toe, well, it must have seemed light from her perspective, but it was enough to nearly knock Od over. “Do you feel any increased sensitivity? A slight tingling, perhaps, now that we are separated?”

Od hesitated, there was, but there was something else… even without looking, he could almost feel how curious and eager Cercy was, as if the feelings were his own somehow. The feeling had been there before, but it was definitely stronger now. “I’m… not sure, maybe-?”

 “Hm, now that won’t do,” Cercy interrupted, looking at her notes. “Perhaps more exposure is required?”

  “Huh? Wai-” was all he got out before his “experimenter” greeted him again. This time however, the bulk of her sole landed on his chest, leaving the shoulders up to settle neatly within the gap between her first and second toes, allowing him to breathe in the earthy, slightly sour, scent lingering in the crevice between her toes.  Her toes seemed interested in exploring his little body, gliding along his sides, only stopping to pinch and squeeze at various spots along his torso and legs, eliciting a shuddering gasp that Od was sure Cercy was somehow enjoying. Finally, they settled back into place, her first two toes once again broke apart, leaving Od feeling much like a prisoner in a stockade as he sucked in gasping breaths of fresh air.

 Cercy looked down at him with a slight smile “I believe that should be peak saturation. My, he really is cute like that down there, it almost seems a waste to cover him in such filth, but the experiment must go on, I-”

“I’m cute, huh?” Od managed the best smirk he could given his circumstances.

Cercy’s comfortable smile instantly dropped off her face, leaving only mild shock. “Y-You… heard that?”

“It’d be hard not to?” He said it as if there could be nothing more obvious.

 Cercy rested her chin between her thumb and forefinger, “...but then… not physical… absorb… need to test,”

  “Uh… Cercy?” Od said nervously. She had begun to drum her toes as she spoke her thoughts, and they were starting to shift awfully close to his head. The fear must have helped him focus, however, because he quickly noticed Cercy’s lips weren’t moving at all. 

  “Hm? Oh, have you reached the same conclusion as I have?” Cercy said, out loud this time. “This is… hmm, sharing senses, emotions, intuitions. Perhaps this does go deeper than mere physical sensitivity.”

‘So can you hear this?’ Od thought.

  “It’s not mind-reading if that’s what you’re thinking–and no, I do not need to be a mind reader to know that–but as for what it could be… perhaps… aha! A mana integration, I am a fool for missing it from the beginning! Ooooh! This is why I love experimentation,” Cercy suddenly squealed, “I-I will need another physical sample to analyze, let’s not waste any time!”

  Without further warning, the meaty wall encasing him began to shift once more. Od found himself once again pulled under the doughy flesh of Cercy’s foot, the brief exposure to fresh air only seeming to strengthen the scent which overwhelmed his senses.  Though, by this point, the part of him which enjoyed the pressure, the musk, the rough treatment was screaming louder than ever, and it was hardly a minute before Cercy felt something small poke against her.

  Cercy’s eyes lit up. “Ah, good. I was hoping you would be ready for me.” She had hardly finished her sentence before she descended on him. She worked hungrily, her foot pumping against him in quick, stuttered intervals. The soft, slick foot flesh seemed to perfectly conform to Od’s member, bringing him an electric jolt of pleasure with even the simplest movements.

  “Come on… come on…” Cercy began to breathe in excited puffs, her previous precise prodding fading as a less scientifically-focused hunger began to take shape. She could feel Od writhing beneath her,  almost hear his hitching breath in her ears, the sensation nurturing a growing warmth within her.

  Almost instinctively, Cercy’s hand moved between her legs, to the dripping entrance awaiting her. “Haaah, ah-!” She breathed out sharply as she concentrated on her twin tasks. Her toes parted, revealing Od’s face clearly, she loved how only she could shift his usually casual, easy expression into something unrecognizable, and how he welcomed it. Thoughts like these only fueled her growing arousal, and she rubbed faster in kind. It was as if their shared passion was feeding off one another, growing far beyond what they could achieve alone. Of course, the rational part of her brain realized that was likely the case. Perhaps that’s why, almost reluctantly, she stopped and lifted her foot.

Od looked around confused, letting out an involuntary whimper as he felt the warmth and pressure of Cercy’s foot leave him.

  “I know… I know,” Cercy muttered, feeling Od’s displeasure mixed with her own as she reluctantly removed her hand from between her legs in turn, “but you will hardly be useful to me if your results are plastered over my foot. Let me see if I can… work something out.” Moving carefully, she placed another small strip of paper on top of her foot, before placing Od’s dick between her big and second toe. Cercy took it with a gentle pinch as she returned her hand to its rightful place, the tingle at its arrival telling her it wouldn’t be long. She lightly flexed her toes, rubbing circles against her clit in tandem, once… twice, and that was that. With a final conjoined cry, both researcher and subject  finally found their release.

Cercy looked on, flushed and mildly dazed as she came down from her orgasmic high. “I… I forgot how easy it is to lose yourself down there. D-Did it really feel that good?” She asked, smirking.

Od could only groan in response.

“Hehe, you have been an incredible subject, Od,” Cercy began, “now let me show you why it was all worth it.”

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Entry Nine

11/10/4098

-After… rigorous testing upon the subject, the researcher’s original hypothesis remains unsupported. Differences in internal mana values were insignificant in comparison to pre-shrinking levels. Any differences in physical sensitivity are likely the result of the physical alterations of shrinking.

-However, during the trial, an intriguing emotional resonance event occurred between subject and researcher. Further analysis of subject’s emissions revealed an increase of mana values matching those of the researcher

Oh enough oh this- scientific tone is not nearly enough to convey my excitement. I do not even know where to begin! These results suggest that prolonged physical contact alone is enough to overwrite his internal mana values to match my own, as if he literally absorbs a part of me through my sweat, or vice versa, I suppose.

Obviously caution must be maintained, I cannot say how… permanent these effects are after all. However, my mind already races with the potential implications, sharing memories, visual perspectives or conscious thought for example, before even mentioning more “enjoyable” aspects(A spell capable of allowing me to see my partner’s perspective during our shrunken escapades sounds truly exciting! )

All of this, of course, will require much, much further testing. A prospect, I am sure, my partner and I are more than capable of.