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! More than she had in a while. She stopped to examine herself in a dusty mirror,stripping down, she left her clothes in a pile beneath her, and leaving her with 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, and one look at the cavernous surroundings reflected in the monolith of a mirror facing her was enough 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 exactly 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 hoarse 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. He wasn’t intentionally avoiding her, true, things ended nice enough last time, but he couldn’t help remembering the sting too. He just needed a bit more time, then he’d talk to her. The unfamiliar sight of Cercy’s bag greeted him, she must have forgotten it here earlier, he reasoned. Without hesitation he opened it, yes he felt like a thief, but he needed to know what he saw earlier.
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, only to see 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 volatilities 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.
"How!? I didn't-"
“You threw everything 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. Sure, he'd had some experience with women, but he wasn't that good, surely?
“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. Every nerve in her body seemed to alight as she locked her legs around his finger like a lover’ embrace and the 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.