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.”

….

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.