"No," she decided, smirking down at him. "I want you even smaller."
What’s a little thievery between friends?
The Grand Sorceress, unfortunately, is not Lance’s friend; but she might become something far more intimate when she decides to punish the rogue by shrinking him, inch by squirming inch. And for all his cunning, Lance can’t help but be overwhelmed by the titanic woman on top of him as what started as an interrogation turns into steamy indulgence…
Just how small will Lance shrink before Evie is satisfied? Will he manage to escape her grasp—when he’s tiny enough to slip through the cracks of her fingers? Or will he resign himself to the irresistible will of the towering giantess and her landscape of lush, feminine curves?
This 7,000 word story contains: F/m, Shrinking, Sizeplay, Giantess, Multi-Size, Body Exploration, Mouthplay.
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Shrinking Spells
A Giantess Sizeplay Story
“Well?” Evie said, offering Lance a breath of air as she grinned down at him. There was just the hint of a flush on her lilac cheeks. “Are you ready to give up your secrets?”
“I’ve given you all that I intend to. Do your worst.” He gave her a defiant look, the kind of steely-eyed gaze that had seen him through many a showdown. The effect was, admittedly, rather diminished from beneath a woman more than twice his size, his head set to drown in heavy curves the moment Evie leaned forward. Which, of course, she did immediately.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” she said, smirking like a cat, as she wrapped her arms around the backrest and plunged him into her smothering darkness. Like clockwork, the threads of her spell wrapped around him once more, shrinking Lance smaller and smaller in dizzying pulses.
Oh, fuck. Lance tried his hardest to keep his composure, but it was all he could do to hold on as she made his head spin with her magic and her tantalizing presence, dominating his senses without a shred of effort. As he shrank, he found that he could no longer reach around her waist, his hands grabbing in vain as the size differential forced them apart. The seat of the chair rose behind him, keeping him pinned in place, as his face moved smoothly through the deep embrace of her cleavage and further down, until he was level with her navel. And as he dwindled, her luscious hips and thighs only grew more monumental in comparison, until the tip of his feet only barely peeked out between her big, shapely ass-cheeks.
He was, in other words, in huge trouble.
“Mh… Haven’t had such a reckless plaything for a while. Nobody is stupid enough to mouth off to me like that anymore.” Evie chuckled, pressing herself in tight to make the thief feel her voice and her laughter rumbling through his bones like an earthquake.
“You’re just making my job easier. At this size, I can get in and out anywhere without being seen. I’ll become the most famous thief in history,” Lance said, focusing on his bravado to avoid thinking about how hot and wet the gigantic sorceress’ loins felt against him, the thin, elastic fabric of her leotard pulled tight to outline her juicy pussy in detail.
“Really now? What locks do you plan to penetrate? What cracks might you slip through?” Evie laughed, humping him without a trace of shame. “You might not fit through a keyhole yet, little thief, but you’ll get there if you don’t tell me the truth.”
“None of your damn business,” Lance snapped, trying to squirm out of the way—but, of course, there was nowhere to go; Evie’s thick thighs and fat ass were becoming all he could see and touch. The only way out would be to phase through the back of the chair, and though he was slippery, Lance hadn’t quite graduated to that level of sneaking. Even if he had had such a charm handy, he couldn’t cast it in his present state: he was too distracted, too enthralled, even without the spells of dizziness that accompanied his shrinking. The magical tingling rushed through him once more, punishing his defiance by making him smaller beneath the gorgeous sorceress and spurred on his instinctive reaction to free himself.
Part of his panic, he realized, was due to the simple fact that he wanted her like nothing else. She knew that, and he knew that she knew; but still Lance refused to give her the satisfaction of making it plain. And so he tried to hold on, pretending he wasn’t hard as a rock, pretending his heart was still and expression was plain. Even that was futile: Evie couldn’t actually see him, wedged under her pussy; and yet that impossibility did nothing to assuage the feeling that her eyes were on him at all times, watching his efforts with a raised eyebrow and a maddening smirk as she used him for her pleasure; her toy, effortlessly dominated.
Lance passed below her navel, shrinking further. There was nothing but her hips now, nothing to reach around; only curving walls of warm, delectable thighs and the provocatively clothed triangle between her legs. The heat was unbearable. And as his face neared her pubic mound, the intoxicating scent of her sex filled his nose and made his world—and his cock—tremble.
“What’s that I sense? Are you ready to submit?” Evie laughed, her voice booming in his ears. “Such a strong-willed soul. Uncommonly so for a burglar. Makes this whole matter all the more enjoyable. Perhaps you truly are as good as you claim. Or perhaps…”
She shifted in place, leaning back in order to cast her awesome gaze on him, freezing Lance in place as her dark eyes, shining with amusement, pierced his soul.
“…Perhaps you’re simply too turned on to stop.”
Lance reeled. It was as if his heart had stopped, his body gone numb; he was longer himself, but a spirit, watching himself squirm with denied pleasure under this mountain of a woman. At the sight of her face, he truly realized how small he had shrunk; mere inches tall, small enough to fit in the palm of her hand—or in her underwear, he thought automatically, immediately cursing himself. He had snuck into her tower, but now Evie become like a tower onto herself, nearly 200 feet tall by comparison; overwhelming, erotic, and utterly in control.
“No…” he started to say, before he realized his mistake and grit his teeth. “No, I refuse. I won’t answer that.”
“Too late,” Evie laughed, licking her lips as she rolled her hips onto Lance once more. “Shrink for me, little thief. Have no fear—I treat my guests as well as they deserve.” At that, she reached down and pulled the crotch of her outfit aside, exposing her big, wet cunt to the tiny man between her legs.
“You can’t be serious,” Lance said, his voice wavering between hope and horror. Her sopping sex seemed to him a path to paradise and to his doom, his sense of arousal battling the natural trepidation of staring down something that big, like the awe and fear one might feel at the precipice of a steep cliff. Though in this case, the mountain was threatening to climb him, not the other way around…
“Deadly serious. You’ll give me what I want. The only question is how pathetically small you’ll shrink before that point. It’s your choice, little thiefling. Though, at this rate,” she said, pinning him between her plump pussy lips, “I have to wonder how small you’ll get before I can’t feel you any more. Lucky for you, I’m always eager to experiment.”
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