Personal Demons
By Nomdreserv
Part 9
It was again late in the evening when Yuri and Kei, both back to normal size and having escorted Callista safely to her own home, returned to their apartment. Kei, feeling edgy and unsettled since she hadn’t had a chance for her regular workout, prepared to go running again, and started changing into her jogging clothes. Yuri headed immediately for her room, pulling her shirt off along the way.
“Bob must have screwed up my clothes. My bra is killing me,” she explained over her shoulder, dropping the tight shirt on the floor. She was reaching around to the clasp as she disappeared from sight. “Ahhh! That’s better. Whoa. I think they may have gotten a little swollen from being squeezed. Yeah… and a little … ooh! Mmmm.”
Kei listened to this monologue with growing interest but also frustration. Was Yuri trying to tease her? Could she really not know what she sounded like – or the effect her suggestive words and tones produced?
Yuri’s voice was moving in her room. “That feels soooo much better.”
“Um, Yuri?” Kei’s voice sounded unexpectedly squeaky. She cleared her throat and started again. “Yuri, are you ok?”
There was a hurried rustle inside Yuri’s room, and a second later, she reappeared, wearing just an oversized nightshirt. Kei couldn’t help staring at the obvious impressions poking out the front, and felt a strange, answering tingle which called her own nipples to attention before spreading through the rest of her body.
“Damn!” she whispered.
“What?”
“Um, nothing. I asked if you were OK?”
“Oh, sure. I'm, like, fine. Whatever.” Yuri shifted her feet nervously. “So, like, what are you going to do? Go to bed?” There seemed to be a hopeful note in her voice.
Kei recognized a growing sexual frustration adding to her edginess from lack of exercise. She started her pre-running stretches.
“Nah. I need to work some of this stuff off.” She glanced at the clock. It was two hours before Yuri’s usual lights out. “You’re not ready for bed already, are you?”
“Ready for…?” Yuri glanced longingly back into her room. “Me? Bed? No, of course not. I'm not ready for … um, no, I'm not tired. Nooo.”
To prove her point (and self control), she switched the TV on, grabbed a peach iced tea from the fridge, and settled onto the couch to watch. The fact that she had switched on the cartoon network didn’t seem to bother her in the slightest.
Kei paused in mid stretch, to regard Yuri – and the TV - with some surprise.
“No philosophy again?”
“I'm too tired to read.”
“No meditation?”
“Too boring. I just need something to relax.”
“You want to come with me?”
Yuri perked up but seemed nervous at the same time. “C…come with you?”
“Running.”
“Oh.” A disappointed grimace. “Oh. No, thanks. I’ll just stay here and, um … well, I’ll just stay here.”
“All right.”
Kei was still stretching. That weird tingle was moving around inside her again, and it just made her feel … off. She carefully tightened her running shoes a little more since they seemed loose after her first stretches.
Yuri also seemed a little nervous as Kei prolonged her warm-ups – almost as though she was eager to see Kei leave. She was squirming a little on the couch.
“You should get going though,” she prompted. You should take a nice, long run.”
Kei delayed a few seconds longer. There was something else bothering her, something they had forgotten. Suddenly, it came to her.
“Shit! Yuri, we never reported in.”
“What?” Yuri asked, still clearly distracted.
“The anomaly last night. Our node setup today. Assignment for tomorrow.”
“Oh, God,” Yuri moaned, seeming very agitated and frustrated at the prospect of going out on business. She was still squirming impatiently. “Now? Can’t we, like, just wait until morning?”
Kei hesitated. They could wait. They weren’t even on duty at the moment. It was very unlike Yuri to not insist on doing everything precisely and ahead of time, but the very fact that she sounded so desperate probably meant they should indulge her.
“Sure.” She squinted a little. Yuri’s hair looked even lighter this evening, and that seemed odd given the indoor lighting. “That shampoo must take a while to work, huh?”
“Huh?” Yuri barely looked up, and Kei could have sworn she was surreptitiously rubbing herself again. “Yeah, sure. Whatever.”
Taking her cue to be alone, Kei headed out. It had been a long, strange 24 hours, and Yuri was entitled to be a little tired or distracted.
That being said, it was still hard not to think back pleasantly on the mental images of Yuri naked and doll-sized, or nearly naked and lounging around the apartment the way she was. It was almost as though…
She shook her head, reprimanding herself for even considering it. It was just an indication of how comfortable Yuri was with her – she needed to stop reading more into it. True, if Kei didn’t value her so highly as a partner and friend, she would be tempted to do something about it. Alas, those feelings were best kept to fantasies that couldn’t hurt or offend anyone.
And in that spirit, to entertain herself while she ran, she proceeded to conjure a veritable fantasy harem populated by naked Yuris at all kinds of sizes, and performing acts which the normal Yuri would never have imagined or possibly even recognized.
The current Yuri, of course, was an entirely different matter.
In any case, she had barely gone a few hundred meters and just hit her stride (both in running and fantasies) before she abruptly tripped over her cuffs. She cursed, assuming they had slipped or pulled on something, and stopped to tug them back up, only to find that even with the waistband sitting above her hips (and loosely at that), the cuffs were sagging over the tops of both shoes. She stood up, and saw how baggy and long her pants were, then held out her arms and felt her sleeves slide down over the hands.
“Shit!”
It was obvious what had happened, and she sent several long, physically improbable profanities onto the night air in Bob’s direction. She made one more half-hearted attempt to keep running, but her loose shoes and ridiculously oversized pants just made a normal run impractical. Tying the drawstring of her pants as tightly as she could, and rolling the cuffs up, she started back home.
She had to stop a couple of times along the way to tighten the laces on her shoes again, and the run back took noticeably longer than the run out, but she still made it back in excellent time. She jumped up the stairs (only managing one at a time instead of her usual two) and burst angrily into the room.
“Goddamn it! You would not believe what…”
She stopped as she heard a surprised cry. A second later, Yuri scrambled off the couch and onto her feet, smoothing her shirt down over her body frantically.
“Kei!” Her voice was high and stressed, and her cheeks were flushed. “You’re back!”
She realized her appearance looked strange, and she tried to bring her voice back to normal. She brushed at her shirt as though making sure it covered everything. “I mean, of course you’re back. Why wouldn’t you be back?” A pause, and slightly plaintive note. “But why are you back so soon?”
“Are you kidding?” Kei asked. “Look!”
She again adopted her spread-eagle pose to emphasize how long and baggy her clothes were. Yuri looked puzzled.
“You’re shrinking again?”
“Not again,” Kei growled. “Isn't it obvious? Rhodes didn’t change me back all the way.”
“But…but you looked all right before.”
“Sure. That’s because he shrank our clothes too. You said it yourself. Yours were tight, but mine felt fine. I didn’t fucking notice until I put on my running clothes. Look at me!”
She let her sleeves slide over her hands, and her baggy pants were accordioned over her legs, giving her the appearance of a little girl in her father’s workout gear.
Yuri still looked doubtful. “Are you sure?”
Kei stalked over to her and stopped, chin to breast, tilting her head up to emphasize the discrepancy in their heights.
“Pretty sure.”
Yuri shook her head. “It’s just funny we didn’t notice it before.”
Kei grumbled. “Fuck! I was so small before, anything close to my normal height must have seemed OK. Now, everything else looks so … so …”
She was going to say “big” but became distracted by the slight jiggling underneath Yuri’s shirt. Big wasn’t a strong enough word. Her current perspective placed her nearly at chest level, and combined with her loss of size, Yuri’s breasts looked truly enormous. She felt another tingle.
And her pants slipped to the floor.
“Damn!” She pulled them back up, finding the drawstring inexplicably loose. “I thought I tied these things tighter.”
“Never mind,” Yuri sighed. “You want to go back now, or wait until morning?”
Kei looked back up from her struggle with her pants. Damn! Had Yuri’s breasts gotten even bigger in the last few seconds? Gorgeous, full globes, suspended at eye level for perfect viewing. She could just make out the thimble-sized nipples and the faint outline of silver-dollar sized areolas around them. So enticing, so close…
She swallowed hard and pulled her eyes away, looking down, around – anywhere but there. No, she couldn’t do that. Yuri was too important to her. At the same time, she felt a warmth in her lower body that could no longer be denied. She needed to get some private time of her own, even if it meant postponing her size restoration, or her lust would overwhelm her principles.
“You know,” she suggested slowly, finally letting her eyes wander back up to Yuri’s face. “I'm thinking tomorrow morning would be fine. That will give us … them a chance to sleep.”
“Righttttt. Sleep,” Yuri nodded eagerly. “Great idea. Right, well, I'm going to get right to getting to sleep right away.” She all but bolted for her room.
Kei bent down to retrieve something she’d noticed on the floor while averting her eyes. “Yuri?”
Yuri stopped and turned. Kei held her panties out to her with a knowing smile.
“You, um, must have dropped these.”
Yuri accepted them with a blush.
“You know,” Kei smirked. “If you keep handing me your panties, I'm going to get the wrong idea.”
Yuri had already turned and stalked off to her room, but mumbled something in reply.
The odd thing was, Kei was almost sure it had been, “Promises, promises.”
Kei was all but trembling by the time she’d ripped her loose clothes off and opened her drawer to pick one of her many toys. It was very disconcerting to be nose-level to the drawer – it seemed she even smaller than she’d thought at first – but she stepped up on her tiptoes and peeked inside. One positive side effect adding to her excitement was the apparent increased size of her dildos and vibrators. She hefted a couple of the larger ones in awe. These had gone from large to super-size - some seemed almost two feet long! She picked up a favorite gel one that came with an extra wide tip and caressed it in amazement. It combined the best qualities of firmness and pliability, and both vibrated and rotated. It was a favorite under ordinary circumstances, but now seemed to be about 16 inches long and as wide around as her hand.
This was going to be amazing! Maybe Rhodes had known what he was doing after all.
She should have been more concerned about the fact that her bed seemed even taller than when she had first entered the room, but was too excited about her anticipated session with her jumbo sex toy. She was already quite wet, but given the size of her dildo, she decided a little extra lubrication wouldn’t hurt. She ran her hand along it lovingly as she applied the super-silicone gel, enjoying the rubber cock’s feel and wondering just for a second what touching a real one would be like. Though, perhaps not surprisingly, her fantasies there automatically “attached” the appendage to an otherwise unmistakably female body; in this case, imagining Yuri wearing just that nightshirt with her giant breasts poking out the top and a giant cock poking out the bottom.
That mental image was all she needed, and she carefully inserted the vibrator, eliciting both a slight wince and a high pitched moan. It was almost too big to take in at this size, especially the bulbous head, and she had to gently work it partway in and then out again before she was able to accommodate it. Even when the tip had made it inside, it was very, very tight, but gloriously so. She worked the shaft in and out a little more, enjoying the feeling of fullness and transmitted pressure, then turned on the vibration.
Her feet shot out and her toes pointed at the sensation, and it was all she could do not to scream. The vibrations were also doubly powerful, and seemed to rock her whole pelvis from the inside out. The extra tight fit also meant even more transmission than usual to her sensitive clit, and she had barely moved the shaft around a few times in delight (while also closing her eyes in fantasy, imagining an illogically well hung Yuri lying on top of her) before her body arched into its first orgasm.
This also seemed magnified, as though compensating for her reduced size, and she rolled helplessly onto her side as the climax wracked her body. She released her hold on the dildo, but there was no chance of it slipping out given how tightly it was lodged inside her now. Indeed, if anything, it seemed to be getting even tighter inside her, no doubt because of her physical contractions, increasing the pleasure yet again, this time almost beyond endurance. Before she knew it, the first climax had cascaded into a second and then a third orgasm as the vibrator continued its relentless massaging of her over-tight pussy. She couldn’t keep silent any more, and began moaning, then screaming as she came and came again, too lost to notice the rising pitch in her voice or the way her head was slipping off the pillows.
She was rolling around the bed helplessly now (and not noticing how far she could roll without reaching the end), still squeaking in passion, as she slid right into a fourth and then a fifth orgasm, but by then, as she lay panting and exhausted, she felt the first intimations of pain from the overlarge dildo. She reached down to switch it off.
And found out she couldn’t reach the switch.
She straightened out her body and opened her eyes, looking down between her legs, then let out a scream of a different kind.
The vibrator seemed to have doubled in size, and was nearly as long (and thick) as her leg! A second later, of course, she realized it meant she was still shrinking, an impression confirmed when she noticed the bed seemed 20 feet long underneath her. She tried to roll and twist to reach the end of the vibrator, but the control switch was well out of reach. Although it was only near toe level, the shaft was too rigid to bend or pivot on – at least while it was stuck inside her. It was like trying to touch the wheel of a unicycle while riding it. The exertion did seem to drive it in a little deeper, and she yelped as the first spasm of real pain hit her. The bulbous tip was probably about double fist-size now.
And it was still getting bigger.
She felt another spasm, and watched in amazement as the dildo seemed to grow before her eyes, spreading her legs – and her increasingly uncomfortable sex – as it swelled. It was positively obscene now – longer and wider than her leg and distending her pussy to its limit, while stretching her labia to pencil thinness in a perfect circle, as though her nether lips were making their own version of a wide-mouthed “O” of astonishment. She reached her hands around the part of the shaft she could reach, noticing with dismay that her hands couldn’t quite reach around it, grunted and tried to ease it out.
Another jolt of pain, and she was panting again. The damned tip was too big! She pulled again gently, then more urgently, bulging her labia out around the bulbous tip of the toy, then screamed and tried to force it, drawing only a shooting pain that made her immediately let it go.
It was no good. With this angle, and not being able to get a good grip on the shaft, she couldn’t manage it. She tried to use her feet to switch it off, then changed her mind and grabbed the end between them, wrapping her legs around it and pulling again, looking almost as though she climbing a tree.
Except this tree was splitting her open! Another spasm, and she cursed as her feet slipped. The damn thing was too slick from all that gel she used to get a good grip. She panicked a little as the girth seemed to swell just a bit more. Even at rest it was becoming unbearable. Worse, it was still vibrating. By this time, she could feel the shaking all through her body, even through to her back, and thought the end of the shaft might be literally shaking her spine. Indeed, her breasts jiggled ominously as the vibrations continued on into her chest and began to rattle her teeth.
Death by dildo. As many dangers as she had faced, both real and imagined, Kei had to admit: she’d never seen that one coming.
The morbid joke and growing pain finally overcame her embarrassment and even more her anticipation of the episode becoming a lifelong source of ridicule. Trying to keep her voice steady – not easy through the sex toy’s vibrations and her own pain - she began to call out.
“Yuri. Yuri!” Her voice was ridiculously high pitched, but also noticeably weaker, and she suddenly realized with real fear that she might not be able to make herself heard. “Yuri! Godfuckingdamn … YURRRRRIIIII!” she screamed.
In a panic, she tried to sit up, feeling the weight of a now 4 foot dildo hold her back. Ignoring the pain, she managed to roll and drag it to the edge of the bed, a bizarre appearance indeed: a tiny woman the size of a toddler, with a sex toy as large as her whole body protruding obscenely between her legs and, for good measure, merrily vibrating her whole body into a blur as she crawled. Even when she reached the bed’s edge, she faced an 8 foot drop to the floor. She hesitated, fearing what would happen if she landed on her “extra leg.”
And then to her immense relief, Yuri threw the door open. Dressed only in a rumpled shirt, she looked decidedly flushed, sweaty, and not a little annoyed.
“What?” she demanded angrily, looking around without seeing Kei. “What the fuck is so important that …?” As her eyes made their second sweep of the bed, they finally latched onto the undersized figure and her bizarre predicament. Her expression immediately shifted to horror. “Kei? Oh my God, Kei!”
“Little help?” Kei asked weakly, her voice helium high and weak, wincing again as another spasm swept her.
Yuri rushed to her side, reached for the vibrator, then seemed to hesitate. Whether it was simply the understandable awkwardness of removing another woman’s masturbation toy, or that she instinctively realized the pain it might cause, she twisted her hands nervously.
“Umm, are you sure you want me…?”
Kei’s eyes flew wide. Her voice was deadly serious despite the comical effect of her squeaky pitch. “Are you kidding? Get it the fuck out of me!”
“Um, right. Let’s see…”
Yuri first switched it off, which at least gave Kei some relief. She tried pulling it gently but firmly, but only succeeded in dragging Kei along the bed after it, as though the tiny agent came equipped with a built-in handle.
“Owwww!” Kei complained, her sex bulging obscenely with the pressure.
“OK, just hang on,” Yuri soothed her. She reached down and carefully massaged the area above the pubic bone, easing the head of the dildo down and in, past the ridge of bone, and then angling it for easier removal. She then braced her palm against Kei’s tiny pelvis and began to pull more firmly.
Kei’s legs started kicking, slowly at first, then more and more wildly.
“Oh…oh…oh…OH…OHHHHHHHH – YIAHHHHHHH!” she screamed as it finally came loose with an audible and frightening “pop.” Kei’s final scream of release subsided into thankful whimpers. She threw herself back on the bed, her legs still splayed wide. “Oh, God, thank you!” she moaned.
Her sex still gaped wide after its stretching, looking twice its normal size. In fact, it looked as though it might never entirely recover, and under the circumstances, it was just as well she was a lesbian – she would probably have found any normal sized man considerably wanting after that experience.
Yuri stared in shock at her partner. She was between 2 and 3 feet tall, the size of a small child, which somehow made her proportionally large breasts and unmistakably womanly body look almost discordant. She was completely dwarfed by her bed, and obviously much smaller than before, proving she was still shrinking. That was cause enough for panic, without even adding in the fact that she had almost literally ended up impaled by one of her own sex toys.
“Are you all right?” Yuri demanded, trying to establish the basics.
Kei panted a few seconds before answering. She had closed her eyes in relief, her pelvis and aching sex still throbbing. “Yeah.”
“You’re sure?”
“Sure.”
“In that case…” Yuri snuck a peek at the deadly dildo in her hand and couldn’t resist a giggle.
Kei’s eyes flew open and shot daggers. “You think this is fucking funny?”
Yuri shook her head dutifully but continued smiling. “No. Absolutely not.” She broke up again.
“Fuck, Yuri, this isn’t…” Kei broke off over how high and whiny her voice sounded. She saw Yuri standing there still holding the extracted vibrator in her hand like an obscene trophy and suddenly cracked a reluctant smile herself. “Shit! It is funny. Damn it.”
Yuri held the gel dildo up higher. “Designed for her pleasure and comfort,” she said, as though making a sale.
Kei felt a sympathetic pain shoot through her sex, but laughed a little more. “Ow! Stop it.”
“Mmm,” Yuri pretended to lick the slick shaft. “Girl on a stick. The only problem is, what do you do with the stick afterwards?”
“Ow, ow, ow!” Kei rolled on the bed, feeling a twinge with each laugh. “I’ll tell you what you should do with the stick.”
“All right, all right. So what the hell happened?”
“Don’t know. I …I was just, ummm…” She brought her hands down as though to touch herself, and only then realized she was lying with her legs spread and her snatch gaping directly at Yuri while she spoke. Her eyes flew open, she sat up and brought her hands across her lap. “Oh, fuck. Sorry.”
“It’s OK,” Yuri reassured her. “I know.”
Based on her behavior all day, and the fact that she was clearly naked under her shirt, Kei guessed Yuri knew all too well.
“Yeah, well. I was doing it, and then this happened. Rhodes must have screwed me up big time.” She gestured at her immense bed and the now threatening size of her vibrator. It was only then she realized just how gigantic Yuri seemed as well. Her friend loomed above her like a giantess, seeming at least 15 feet tall. Not only that, her breasts stood out like a couple of hot air balloons under her shirt. Even accounting for her shrinking, she knew they were much larger than they had been. “Fuck! Yuri – you’re huge!”
“No, you’re just small.”
“Not that!” Kei stood up, but even standing on the bed, she was only chest level to her partner. Which in this case worked perfectly. She walked up and grabbed Yuri’s breasts in her hands. “These!”
They were immense – more than twice the width of her palms and very heavy, like lifting a couple of full, ripe melons. She could feel the stiff nipples underneath beneath the thin shirt fabric, also jumbo sized – thicker than her thumbs and almost as long.
Yuri yelped, though it was hard to tell if the reaction was primarily surprise, pain, or pleasure. She instinctively brought her own hands up to protect her breasts, and maybe for the first time realized herself how big they were. She hefted them uncertainly.
Meanwhile, Kei was studying Yuri’s face and hair. She could swear her hair was still getting lighter and longer. It showed definite blond streaks, and even the darker background had lightened to brunette.
“Is your shampoo supposed to still be working?”
“What?” Yuri was still massaging her breasts and seemed increasingly distracted.
“That shampoo you used to change your hair.”
Yuri stopped feeling herself up and tried to grab a lock of her own hair.
“Why do people keep talking about my hair? It’s …” Failing at the examination that way, she walked to see herself in the mirror. Her mouth dropped open. “Hey! What the hell? It changed color?”
Kei was amazed. “You haven’t noticed?”
Yuri was gawking at her new color and highlighting and shook her head. “I guess I noticed something different after my shower, but I, um, got distracted.”
Kei nodded. “Rhodes’ magic must have really gone crazy. It’s not supposed to do that at all.”
Yuri was looking thoughtful. Even through her increasing confusion she could tell something was wrong.
“Kei, I don’t think these changes are from Bob.”
“Fucking hell! Look at me!” Kei sputtered.
Yuri was still thinking. “Yeah, shrinking, I know, but… last night. Remember your top slipping down? And I thought you looked different. I just wasn’t sure how.”
Kei thought of her strange dream, and one look at Yuri seemed to confirm the suspicion.
Bob’s magic didn’t have anything to do with it.
“Fuck – we’re spelled.”
Yuri nodded.
“Damn, Yuri. Who and when?”
Yuri shook her head. “I don’t know. It might just be a joke.”
With so many mages around, including those serving time in the CSA preparatory to magical studies, prank spells and curses were common.
“No way. They’d have been here to enjoy the reaction.”
“Then the an…anomaly last night. Has to be. As far as who?” She paused, closing her eyes in concentration, then snapped them open in angry frustration. “Damn!” She had almost had it, she was sure of it. She even thought she could hear the echo of a woman’s laughter in her mind, but perhaps that was just her own errant thoughts mocking her. She shook her head harder, as though trying to punish them. “It’s almost there, but I just can’t remember.”
She sat down on the bed without thinking, nearly causing Kei to roll into her given their very uneven weights. The tiny redhead felt unusually exposed and vulnerable sitting next to Yuri at this size, especially naked. She cleared her throat.
“Hey, hand me my panties, would you?”
Yuri jumped guiltily. “Oh, sure. Sorry.” Subconsciously, she realized she was actually enjoying having Kei naked and close.
Kei accepted the panties, went to slip them on, and only belatedly realized they were three times the width of her hips. She put them on anyway, holding them up comically, looking like she was trying to model bed sheet underwear.
“Oh, yeah. This’ll work,” she grumbled.
She took them back off, then put both legs through one of the leg holes, providing at least a closer fit, wrapped the rest of the panty around like a sarong, then sat down dejectedly.
“We have to report this,” Yuri said.
Kei felt a surge of panic. Being cursed with hostile magic was a definite embarrassment for an agent, both personally and professionally.
Showing up two feet tall and dressed only in an oversized panty was bringing it to a whole other level.
“No, wait. If we can figure out who and why, we can force them to …”
Yuri simply looked at her. It was enough. Even with her changes, Kei knew that look.
“Oh, fuck, all right. Damn.” An uncomfortable pause. “Can we at least wait a while?”
“Why?” Yuri was genuinely puzzled.
“My size keeps changing. I'm hoping maybe I can actually wear clothes when I go in.”
“You’re not usually so modest,” Yuri smiled.
“I’m not usually 2 feet tall.”
“I … guess,” Yuri relented, hoping perhaps her own transformation might be cyclic as well. She kept hoping the buzzing feeling in her head would clear, and had no particular desire to try to squeeze her new assets into her increasingly undersized clothes. She felt a pang for Kei’s compromised modesty. “Here. This may work better.” She handed Kei a shirt.
Kei slipped it on, and the shirt immediately dropped right over her body, since even the neck hole was wider than she was. She struggled and fussed with it a bit and managed to arrange it more securely, though even then it was like wearing a tent. She reappeared through the top to find Yuri lightly massaging her own breasts again, her eyes unfocused and content.
“Ahem.”
“Oh. Sorry.” Yuri dropped her hands guiltily. “It’s hard not to notice them now. They just feel so … so …”
“Yeah.” Kei was happily remembering her own brief opportunity to examine them. To be honest, it was all she could do to keep from grabbing them again. The feel of the pert nipples half the size of her hand had been unexpectedly erotic.
“And, my God,” Yuri continued in amazement. “They’re so heavy. I think I'm as big as you now.”
Kei eyed her with amusement. “Everything’s as big as me now.”
“You know what I mean.” Yuri pushed her good naturedly and succeeded in knocking her over. Kei became briefly lost inside her shirt again, and Yuri giggled in an unusually high, empty way before catching herself. “OK, let’s do this scienfitically.”
“Scientifically,” the muffled correction came.
“That’s what I said. Scienfitically.”
“Um, right.” Kei’s head reappeared looking worried. “Are you sure you’re feeling all right?”
“Oh, sure. Like, I'm not even sure I'm affected all that much. If it wasn’t for these big, wonderful boobs, I’d be like totally normal and stuff.”
“Normal? Your … boobs?” Kei asked, wondering at the normally refined and prim Yuri’s choice of words.
“You know, my tits,” Yuri giggled. “And to be honest, I'm beginning to kind of like them, you know?” She bounced up and down on the bed a little and watched them jiggle. “Aren’t they, like, totally awesome?”
Kei watched the hypnotic bouncing, her mouth going dry.
“Like, guys will totally notice me now,” Yuri added.
“Girls too,” Kei muttered.
This suggestion just brought another giggle. “You think so? Like, that might be cool too.”
“Yuri, don’t you think the spell might be affecting your mind?” Kei asked gently.
“Um, I don’t think so. I'm just sort of, you know, confused a little, but that’s like totally normal under these cicumstantials, you know?”
“So…you think this is normal?” Kei asked, indicating Yuri’s hair and ballooning breasts.
“Not normal normal,” Yuri giggled again. “But you know – sort of almost normal.”
“Right.” Kei made a silent note to herself. Mental effects with euphoria. That would make the full extent of the changes much trickier to monitor.
As they sat in silence for a few seconds, Kei noticed Yuri’s hands straying towards her breasts and crotch again. She needed something to keep her partner’s mind occupied and alert.
“So, how do we figure this out?” she asked briskly.
“Hmmm? What?’ Yuri’s eyes were unfocusing again.
“How much we’ve changed. How we’re changing,” Kei suggested. “We need to document things. Measure stuff. You know.” She tried to appeal to the usually brisk and unfailingly scientific part of Yuri’s mind. She just hoped it was still in there.
“Measure stuff?” Yuri frowned studying Kei’s tiny form, almost lost in the oversized shirt, then suddenly clapped her hands and smiled brightly. “I know! Let’s see how tall you are. That’s totally measuring something.” She searched the apartment and found a tape measure, than came to stand next to Kei expectantly. “Ahem.”
“What?”
“Like, I can’t measure you in that shirt.”
“Why not?”
“I just can’t. Come on.” Yuri seemed almost eager to get Kei out of her clothes again.
“All right.”
Kei let the shirt slip around her and stood naked if somewhat nervously. Yuri made a small sigh of appreciation, then brought the tape measure next to her body. She carefully put the tape end next to Kei’s foot, then slowly, sensually snugged the rest of the tape flush against her body, taking particular care as she moved it against her bottom and chest. She hesitated for long seconds as she brought the tape next to Kei’s breasts, and the tiny woman was sure she was feeling for something more than the proper placement. Kei’s breasts were plum sized under Yuri’s fingers, and she seemed to be lightly touching them and pressing them with her palm under pretense of placing the tape exactly right. Her breath quickened, her eyes seemed lost, and she was clearly losing any residual interest in the tape measure itself.
“Um, Yuri?” Yuri?”
The eyes briefly swam back into focus, and Yuri blushed.
“Oh, sorry. They’re just so … I mean, you’re so … so cute.”
Yuri was leaning forward, all but thrusting her gigantic breasts into Kei’s face. Kei nearly gave in but steeled herself, remembering not only their friendship, but the fact that Yuri was under a spell.
“So, what’s the bad news?”
“Bad news?” Yuri was confused.
“My height. How am I holding up, partner?”
The use of the familiar professional sobriquet seemed to snap Yuri back. She cleared her throat and brought the tape into less intimate and more practical alignment.
“28 inches.”
“28 fucking inches? Are you sure?”
“Absolutely. Here, let me show you.” She put the tape next to her triumphantly. “No, wait.” Yuri wrinkled her brow. She had thought the tape was exactly on, but now it seemed short. “28 and a half.” She waited a few seconds. “Hey, 28 and three quarters. You’re getting bigger again.”
“Really?”
Kei felt a surge of relief, though it was tempered by the fact that everything looked just as big as before. Another few seconds, and Yuri nodded.
“29.”
“It’s so slow.” Essentially imperceptible, though continued measurements over a few minutes confirmed slow progress, maybe half an inch every few minutes. “I shrank a lot faster than this.”
“I wonder why? And why grow back at all? It’s almost like they want you shrinking for some specifical reason or something.”
“Torture,” Kei surmised grimly. “That way they can laugh at me as it happens over and over again.”
“But why? And I wonder what causes it? Like, what was the same last night and tonight?”
“And this afternoon. Maybe that one wasn’t Rhodes after all.”
“Right, just like he said. OK, what were you doing all those times?”
Kei thought back to the afternoon, and her teasing the naked, doll-sized Yuri, and then the interrupted shrinking last night, with her hoped for “encounter” with Callista, and finally, her near disastrous encounter with her vibrator.
“Sex. I shrink when I get excited or think about sex.”
“Oh my.” Yuri seemed worried. “Do … do you think mine might be the same way?”
“Your changes seem continuous.” A laugh. “So unless you’ve been thinking about sex all day and night…”
Silence.
“Yuri?”
“Well, maybe not all day…”
“Damn.”
“I thought I was just really horny after our talk last night. And then you were all walking around half naked, and then totally naked – like, my God! And then, Callista looked so good, I sort of thought, you know, and Bob – well, he’s so good looking, I was like totally squishy. And Karen has those great curves, and Lisa with those eyes, and …” She trailed off, as her own eyes went wide in realization. The movement suddenly made Kei aware that they had changed color as well, becoming more hazel instead of brown, yet another aspect of a total body makeover. “Kei, I'm attracted to women.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“No, I mean I'm really attracted to women.” Her eyes fixed on Kei’s still naked body but more particularly her prominent breasts. Her breath started becoming irregular again, and she seemed to be fighting for control. “Maybe…maybe you’d better cover up again. You’re making me feel all tingly.”
Kei almost thought she could see more blond streaks magically appearing through Yuri’s hair, and worried any arousal would potentiate the curse magic. She quickly threw her blanket-sized shirt back over her body.
“That… that’s better,” Yuri sighed. The blond streaks seem to stabilize. She surprisingly covered her eyes and bowed her head. “Oh God! Kei, you don’t know what I was thinking. With you so small and helpless, I could have … have …”
Kei stood up and touched her friend’s arm. It was a surprising and almost comical picture to have the tiny woman trying to comfort a giantess.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing too. Hey, if I didn’t think you were under the influence, I’d be all over you.”
Yuri looked up wide-eyed, but almost in relief. “You would? Really?”
“In a second.”
“Oh, thank you!” Yuri swept the toddler-sized woman into her arms, completely engulfing her, and hugged her tightly.
Kei found herself buried and squeezed between Yuri’s abundant cleavage, as large as sofa cushions on either side of her head. It was also very disconcerting to find that her arms wouldn’t even reach past Yuri’s sides in the embrace when she tried to return the embrace. Kei wasn’t sure if Yuri’s relief was more for the confirmation of friendship or sexual attractiveness, but in either case, her partner’s size and enthusiasm were beginning to overcome her.
“Um, OK. Breathing is good,” she prompted.
“Oh, sorry.” Yuri released her and leaned back.
“No problem.” She eyed the giant, quivering breasts nicely presented at eye level. “There are worse ways to go. So, you were saying?”
“Oh, yeah. I've been so horny and confused all day, I only just now realized I'm lusting after the women as much as the men.” She seemed near tears. “Oh God, the spell turned me gay!”
Kei was a little put off. She automatically went back to her joke line, but a little more stiffly this time. “You say that like it’s … oh, never mind.” She knew what Yuri meant, and there was no point in taking offense. “And as far as changing you, I'm not sure about that.”
Yuri was still panicked. She seemed desperate to keep from looking at Kei, and any potential peeks her oversized clothes might provide.
“It has, it has! I'm gay. I'm totally gay!”
“Oh, don’t be ridiculous,” Kei snapped. As much as she loved Yuri, it was hard to take this kind of desperation and horror over a person’s sexual orientation. Especially when it was Kei’s own. “Didn’t you just say how much you were lusting after Rhodes?”
Yuri paused, remembering her unexpected attraction to Bob vividly. Even now, she thought of him with obvious appreciation.
“Yeah.”
“And when you were masturbating just now, what were you thinking about?”
Yuri blushed, recalling a particularly graphic scene she’d conjured involving the large and unmistakably masculine figure of Agent Darcy.
“See? I think it’s just sending your normal sexual urges into overdrive.”
“But, but…”
“Come on. You mean to say you’ve never noticed another woman?”
Yuri looked at her, then dropped her eyes in embarrassment.
“Yes?” Kei prompted.
“Well, maybe.” She paused a few seconds before adding softly. “You.”
Kei felt a wonderful surge of elation pass through her tiny body. Unfortunately, the same emotion gave her a tingle which seemed to instantly reverse her growth. She deliberately put the thoughts aside, trying to keep everything as clinical and non-erotic as possible.
“Glad to see my efforts were completely in vain,” she smiled, before becoming serious again. “Anyway, I thought so. Of course you have – everyone does. Hell, I've even thought about men once or twice. Well, once anyway. It’s completely normal – and one of the reasons I like to tease you so much. So, you see? The spell hasn’t changed you – it’s just released your inhibitions a little.”
Even Yuri had to smile through her fears. “A little?”
“OK, a lot.” Kei didn’t add her own fear about how much more she might continue to change before the spell ran its course. “Even so, it’s still you. Just … enhanced.”
A giggle. Yuri squeezed her huge breasts together. “I guess you could call them that.”
“So, where were we? My curse shrinks me when I get excited or think about sex. Figures. They must have assumed I’d shrink out of existence. And yours seems to be changing you into … into a …” She wasn’t sure how to phrase it delicately.
“A bimbo?” Yuri asked without any trace of being bothered.
“Um, yeah, I guess that’s one way of saying it.”
“Hmm,” Yuri seemed to struggling with her memories. “There’s something about that, but I can’t remember... Is it, like, bad to be a bimbo?” She got up and looked in the mirror, openly admiring her new body’s drop-dead curves. She looked more closely, and saw that her complexion seemed perfect, and her face even prettier than before. Her lips were fuller, and seemed to have more color, almost as though applied from within. She flipped her lightening hair quizzically, and decided it looked much better, fuller and longer in addition to the color. And her eyes – well, they were changing color and shape too, and looked like something off a magazine cover. Some people might have complained that the old brilliance and intelligence weren’t there, but on the other hand they did sparkle beautifully. She giggled a little more at the effect.
“I mean, like, so far, it seems totally awesome.”
“Right.” Kei was alarmed at the increasing vacancy in her expression. She forgot about her own modesty and decided the shirt would serve perfectly well as a makeshift dress for going out. “Maybe we’d better head in and report this tonight after all.”
“No, that’s OK,” Yuri answered, her eyes had fallen on the discarded vibrator, and her expression drifted even more. “Tomorrow would be …”
“Hey!” Kei was suddenly inspired through her alarm. “Chira. We could see her. Right now.”
The healer did indeed share the apartment building. Although she wasn’t one of the official Institute “Dispellers,” she had enough knowledge that she might be able to help them.
Yuri was still distracted. “Umm…”
“Come on, Yuri, for me.”
Yuri tore her eyes away from the dildo. “OK.”
About 15 minutes later, they were outside Chira’s door. Kei had gained another few inches of height, but still looked like an unusually proportioned toddler standing next to Yuri. She had secured her shirt by wearing a headband around her waist like a belt. Yuri had borrowed one of Kei’s shirts, since it came closer to fitting, but it did little to disguise her remarkable profile.
Yuri knocked on the door. There had been no answer with their first attempt, but Kei frowned and insisted they try again. Sure enough, after a longer series of louder knocks, there was a grumbling response inside. A minute later, the door opened, and a disheveled, bleary-eyed Chira appeared.
“What?” she demanded angrily.
“Hi, Chira,” Yuri chirped. “How are you?”
“Are you crazy?” she growled. “Do you have any idea what…” Her tirade stopped just as it had started to build as she noticed who she was talking to. Her eyes went wide. “Yuri?” A nervous giggle was her answer, and Chira turned to look down at the child she had assumed was standing next to her. If possible, her eyes went even wider. “Kei?”
“We need your help,” Kei said.
Chira slumped wearily against her doorframe as the shock subsided.
“That’s an understatement.” Her eyes closed as though testing if she could sleep standing up. “Why don’t you just go down to the Citadel and let the Dispellers handle this for you?”
“We, um, were sort of hoping you could do it. You know – quietly.”
“God, Kei, I am so tired. Of all the nights to …”
“Come on. Suppose someone like Conner sees me like this?”
Chira seemed ambivalent, but her calling as a Healer and her friendship with the agents tipped the balance. She waved them in while tightening her robe.
“How did it happen?” she asked as she pointed to the couch and gestured to magically light a large number of nearby candles. They were strategically arranged around a crystal sphere on the table before them, and their light seemed to bring out a rainbow of colors within it which reflected on their faces.
“We don’t know.”
Chira looked up in surprise. She’d never heard of anyone catching Kei unawares like that. “Effects?”
“You mean beyond the obvious?” Kei asked sarcastically. “Mine seems to be size only so far. Yuri’s changing physically and mentally.”
“I'm going to be a bimbo,” Yuri agreed brightly.
Chira’s alarm grew at the answer, but that was nothing compared to her reaction as she began studying the patterns of the lights. She passed her hand over the sphere and seemed to be listening, then brought her hand over it twice more. All at once, the lights reflected through the crystal became brighter and irregular, flashing rapidly and almost painfully before their eyes. Kei shielded her vision from the strobe effect, though Yuri made a sort of “Ooh” sound as though watching fireworks. With an exclamation, Chira passed both hands in front of the sphere, then gestured to extinguish all but two of the candles. She sat back on the floor, her face in obvious distress.
“What is it?” Kei asked anxiously.
A moment of silence, the Chira shook her head. “The magic’s chaotic.”
Two gasps of exclamation.
“Chaotic?” Could they really have been spelled by a demon and not known it? Worse, Kei anticipated Chira’s next comment.
“I'm sorry. There’s nothing I can do.”
Kei and Yuri recovered enough to stop staring at the Healer and exchanged worried looks instead. Chaotic magic was especially dangerous, but the only potential source that came to mind – especially a source that could have caught them by surprise - was an even worse thought.
“You’ve got to report this and get help. Right away,” Chira prompted. She seemed to scoot back a few inches as though worried, then rubbed her eyes in exhaustion. “Of all the nights…” she mumbled again.
Kei noticed the mixture of fatigue and stress distorting her voice, and also remembered the line from at the door.
“Why? What about tonight?” Kei asked sharply.
Chira opened her eyes in surprise. “Haven't you heard? The desolation?”
The smile that seemed more and more a permanent part of Yuri’s expression disappeared, replaced by one of horror. Kei’s blood ran cold.
“Who? When?”
“Last night,” Chira’s weariness was taking hold again as she recalled the last 24 hours of nonstop attempts to bring the victim back. “A young mage named Geist. We don’t know who did it yet. She’s in hospital, but … but there’s nothing I … I haven’t been able to…” She broke off and sagged into herself.
“Oh, Kei,” Yuri had turned back to her partner in alarm. Strangely enough, Kei could swear that several shocks of blond hair were slowly darkening again.
“Natalie and Richard,” Kei said, clenching her hands so tightly they blotched white and red.
“We don’t know that.”
“Who else? I told Zhukov it was only a matter of time.”
Chira didn’t seem convinced. “Lina says she felt …”
“Fuck, what does Lina know? She’s a rookie – hasn’t even worked in the field yet. I know it’s them.” She tried to gauge how much height she’d gained back in the last half hour. She might be back to five feet in a few more hours. Would it be enough? “Come on, Yuri. If I know Zhukov, they’ll be organizing squads for the dungeons. We need to go.”
“To the Dispellers, right?” Chira asked, sensing something in Kei’s tone.
“There’ll be time for that later,” Kei answered grimly. “I … we let this go too long. It’s time we finished this.”
Copyright 2004 by Nomdreserv