
I first met Elizabeth in our macro economics class. I was
preparing myself to take notes, when she walked in. I tried to be
discrete about sneaking glances, but I'm not sure how successful
I was. Her beautiful red-brown hair tumbled down her back and over
her shoulders framing a perfectly made up eurasian face and black
plastic rimmed glasses. Her big breasts were covered by a tight
orange sweater. The ensemble was completed with a maroon corduroy
skirt and knee length red socks. Three inch suede pumps matched her
skirt. Slung over her left arm was a medium sized handbag. It was
very hard not to goggle.  She was by far the hottest girl in the
lecture hall. Probably on campus.

To my surprise she walked right up to me and sat down. "Hey, I'm
Elizabeth." She said.

I cleared my throat. "I'm, uuuggg, I'm Zach." I said.

"Have you heard anything about this professor?" She asked,
crossing her legs at the knees and giving me a good
view of her thigh.

"Not really. I think someone said she is a real hard-ass on
the grading, but then curves it."

She bent over to get a notebook out of her bag. The action
smoshed her big breasts against the little chair desk. When
she got up she said, "Economists and their bell curves. If you
can fit a normal distribution to it right?"

I smiled. "Yeah."

She smiled back at me, and we both turned back to our notes
as the professor walked in. All throughout the lecture I kept
sneaking glances in her direction. She seemed quite focused
on the lecture, so I slowly got bolder as the lecture went
on. By the time the lecture came to a close I was spending
seconds at a time looking at her toned thighs and bountiful
breasts out of the corner of my eye.

"Do you have the textbook yet?" She asked as everyone started
packing up.

"Uhh, yeah. Why?" I said stuffing my notes into my bag, hoping
she had not noticed my ogling.

"Well, I haven't gotten one yet, and I was wondering if you wanted
to work together on the first problem set."

I couldn't believe my luck, "Sure. That sounds great." I said.

She smiled and took out her phone, "Let's exchange numbers and decide
on a time later today."

Even though we were just going to be study buddies I felt myself
sweat a little. I wasn't bad looking, but I knew that Elizabeth
was way out of my league. She looked like a glamor model, and I
was getting her phone number. After the exchange we parted ways,
though I could not help but look at the way her heals made her
ass pop as she walked.

A few hours I got a text from her

    Want to meet in the library in 30?

it read.

    Sure. That sounds great.

I replied. Half an hour later she breezed through the revolving
front door of the library. I had just gotten there and was loitering
around the front lobby area. "Hey." She said.

"Hey." I replied. Still not really believing that this vision was talking
to me.

"Do you have a place you like to group study?" She asked.

"Not really. I did not study in groups much last term." I said.

She hiked her bag up onto her shoulder. "Ok then follow me."

I was happy to oblige. And I settled in to walk passively behind
her as she lead me down two levels of stairs and into a little
nook. It was early in the term, so no one was really around.
"This looks good." She said and put her bag on the little table
which sat between three chairs.

I agreed and followed her example. I had to find a way to avoid
embarrassing myself, so I pulled out my laptop and found the course
syllabus online. I wrote down the problems we were to do and got
out my text book. "Which problems do we have to do?" She asked,
leaning over the table to take a look at what I had written. The
movement compressed her breasts, forcing them up towards her chin.
She did not seem to notice my distraction however because she
popped right up and flashed a brilliant smile at me, "Great. Let's
get started."

We worked in semi-silence for half an hour before she said, "Do you
mind if I flip the page?" I was only halfway done with the problems
on the first page that we were supposed to do, but I said, "sure"
anyway. I just skipped the remaining problems on the first
page and started work on the last two problems.

I was still trying to figure out how to frame the second problem
when Elizabeth sat back and put her pencil away. I glanced at her.
"Are you done?" I asked.

She put her papers away. "Yeah." *Wow* I thought. Not only
was she smoking hot, but she was clearly really smart. Econ
students tend to be bimodal. You have your quantitative kids
like me who are there because we are interested in the subject,
and you have your athletes and business bro types who are there
because they think it will make them money and not be too hard.
Sometimes there is overlap. My friend Mike is a defensive tackle,
but spends his free time learning about probabilistic modeling,
high speed trading, and overclocking. Still, the two types of econ
students definitely existed. Clearly Elizabeth was a member of the
first group, though with her toned body I would not be surprised if
she was an athlete as well.

It took me another hour and a half to work through the problem set.
Normally I would be pretty proud. Finishing a week long problem
set that quickly was pretty good. It did not feel that impressive
after the way that Elizabeth had breezed through it.

Elizabeth continued to sit next to me in lecture through that
week. Our intermittent conversation remained confined to the
course material. Occasionally we would stray from using each other to
clarify some point to make a joke to two about macro economics.
I found that Elizabeth had a dry wit that matched my own. Just
one more thing making her my dream girl. I tried not to think
about it too much, knowing how far out of my league she was.
Heck, she was probably even out of Mike's league, and he is
one attractive dude.

The next week she asked me if she could study with me again.
"I'm sorry. I still haven't gotten a book." She said.

"Nah, it's fine. I like having a study partner to keep me
on task." I said. "In fact, you could just not get a book
at all." I was a little worried she would see through my
attempt to spend more time with her and laugh or something.

"You sure? Do you want me to pay for half of it? We can have
joint custody." She grinned.

"Sure. That would be awesome. You can tell we are econ majors
by how frugal we are." I said.

She laughed. "Tell that to my bank account."

When she showed up later that day in the library she was wearing
a brown leather jacket and a tight gray pencil skirt. Her black
pumps clicked against the floor.

"C'mon." She said. I fell in behind her as she lead me to the
alcove from last week. She plunked her bag down and took a
seat. In a smooth motion she unzipped her jacket and shrugged it
onto the back of her chair. Up until then I had done a fairly good
job of keeping my ogling discrete, but when the zipper moved down
far enough to reveal the tight gray tank top she was wearing, my
resolve broke. I openly stared as more and more of the tops of her
breasts were revealed. When she shrugged her jacket back over her
chair her chest jostled back and forth.

I abruptly became aware that she was staring at me. "Ahem. I. Sorry."
I managed, my face turning bright red. *Fuck* I thought. I had screwed
this whole thing up.

She laughed, "I don't bite. Jesus, I'm not some succubus here to
steal your soul. You won't die if you look at me." Her words only
made me turn redder. "You're cute when you're embarrassed."
Then a second later she said, "Though for the record, if I was
a succubus you would totally give me your soul."

My head was doing a decent impression of a tomato. "I, uhh, I
probably would." I looked at her, "I'm sorry Elizabeth."

She smiled at me, "Don't apologize." Then after a moment she
got serious, "I'll kiss you if you give me your soul."

"What?" I said a little taken aback.

"If you just say, 'Elizabeth Collins I give you my soul,' I will kiss you."
She said seriously, "I just want to see if you would really do it."

"C'mon. That's kinda weird."

She looked at me. "What are you scared? Afraid I'll make you dance
around a ring of mushrooms?"

"Isn't it the fey who do that?" I asked.

She rolled her eyes, "Whatever. Made up creatures or kiss me. Your
choice."

It only took me about five seconds to decide. I might be bad
at picking up on social queues, but I could definitely recognize
her come on, even it it was more like something you would expect
out of a goth chick. I looked her straight in the eyes.
"Elizabeth Colllins, I give you my soul." I said. At the words I felt
a shiver run up my spine. Probably just my nerves.

She leaned forward, pursing her lips. I came to her, and was met
by her pillowy lips. We moved our lips slowly against each other
for a few moments before she thrust her tongue into my mouth
briefly and settled back into her seat with a twinkle in her
eye.

Needless to say I found it very difficult to concentrate on
work. She seemed able to concentrate fine, and she
breezed through this problem set as quickly as the last one.
She put her stuff away and waved me goodbye, eyes smoldering through
her glasses. I gulped and stared as she walked off.

Later that night I received a text from her

    Hey you up?

I replied immediately

    Yeah

    Wanna come over and see what a succubus can do? ;)

    Where do you live

    Blanchard 418

    That's a 10 minute walk. I'll be there in 5.

I grabbed my stuff and headed out. When she met me at
the door she was wearing a bathrobe. She smiled when she saw me,
"Someone's raring to go. Follow me." I could not believe my
luck. I was about to bone a girl who should not even have
given me the time of day.

She opened the door to her room and ushered me inside.
As soon as we were through the door she opened her robe
to revel a black pinstriped bra and a pink lacy thong.
Her belly button was pierced and a row of diamonds adorned
it. My eyes nearly fell out of my head.
"On the top shelf in my closet is a leather roll. Get it."
She commanded. I wasn't quite sure what she wanted with it, but
unless it was really kinky I was up for anything. I reached
up to get it. There was a leather tool roll, like the kind
of thing you would keep metal files in on the shelf. I got it down,
hearing a metallic clink.

"Great. Can you unroll it on the bed?" She said.

I compiled. When the tool roll fell open I immediately stepped
back. "What is this? Why do you have knives?" I asked, a little
uneasiness creeping into my voice.

She turned from a trunk she was bent over. Her appearance made
me take a half step back. She still looked like herself, but
like a muted version of herself. Where before she was dripping
sex appeal, now she was just hot. Her breasts had gone from
huge to merely large. Her ass still looked juicy in her
skirt, but not as much so. Seeing my reaction she said,
"I decided to drop the illusion. I could use my strength, and
you have already given me your soul, so there is no real point."
She spoke casually.

Her words were strange. Even though I could see the evidence in
front of my eyes, I could not help but think that this was just
part of some elaborate joke.
"That illusion is just not fair. I mean if this is what you
naturally look like you're still hotter than like 99.9 percent
of women, and to add to that." I felt like I was focusing on the
wrong thing.

"Awww, thanks!" She smiled at me, "now go strip and kneel on
that." She pointed towards a piece of black slate that she had
laying on the carpeted floor. I obeyed without really knowing why.

"Lets see. Chalk, moonwashed knife, charcoal, lighter, candles,
amphibian extract, lipstick, pendant." She listed items under her
breath as she pulled the out of the leather tool roll and her trunk.

"So are you actually a succubus?" I asked. It was remarkable
how calm I felt.

She started drawing a circle around me with the chalk. "No, silly.
I don't know if those exist. I'm a witch." Then after a moment she said,
"Well, more of a hedge witch. I'm not very powerful."

"Oh." Was all I said.

I knelt in silence as she finished drawing a perfect pentacle around
me. There was a point of the star just outside either of my knees, making
it an inverted pentacle from my perspective.  Next she tied her hair up in
a pony tail and got her charcoal stick. She began writing small symbols all
around the outer circle of the pentacle. It took her twenty minutes to
finish. Through it all I just sat passively.

Wait a minute. This was not right. Elizabeth was drawing more shapes on me
in bright red lipstick. I couldn't just let her do whatever it was she
was doing. I had to throw off this spell she had put on me. It was hard
to bring myself to care, but I commanded my limbs to move.
I managed to shift my weight a little before she noticed.

"Stop it." She said. I stopped, but I kept commanding my limbs to move.
She stopped drawing on me and sat back against the bed, concentrating.
I threw my will into my body, trying to move. Elizabeth's breaths started
to come more raggedly and she was gripping the silver pendant at her neck
so hard that her knuckles were white. I stood up an inch. She stared into
my eyes, focused and gasping. I noticed that sweat was running down
my body as well. My breath was coming just as raggedly as hers.
Tiny amber runes were glowing around the outside of the room.

We must have stayed like that for half an hour. Finally I collapsed
back into a kneeling position, wheezing with exertion. Elizabeth
lay back against the bed post, her chest heaving. "Holy shit."
She gasped after a while. "You almost had me. Fuck. I should have
made a slave collar."

I could neither move nor speak, so I said nothing. Instead I watched
as Elizabeth recovered and started drawing on me again. After a while
she switched to the charcoal. The hard black rods hurt when she pressed
them into my flesh, but not too much. As she worked I was consumed by a
sense of dread.

"Hold out your wrist." She said. I did so and she cut me shallowly
with her silver knife.

She caught the blood in a plastic bowl and added a few drops of
a thick green liquid, which I could only assume was the amphibian
extract. She muttered something over the bowl and started swirling
it around. After ten minutes she was satisfied.

She looked down at my stiff cock. I had been hard since she
texted me, and had remained stiff throughout this whole ordeal.
"It looks like you are ready for me." She said.
She took a drink from the silver bowl and handed it to
me, "Drink up." She commanded.

As I obeyed her she lit the candles around us then stood
in front of me and stepped out of her panties. Then with deliberate
care she unclasped her bra and let it fall to the ground.
"You may not cum without my permission." She started chanting
slowly as she squatted onto my dick.

It was both the most pleasurable and uncomfortable coupling
of my limited experience. Her pussy was extremely tight and
wet. It felt like a hot vice around my average sized dick.
She rocked her hips above mine and rolled her head back,
lost in her own pleasure. Her weight on top of mine made
my already stressed knees and feet hurt a great deal more.
Her thrusts rubbed my nude legs against the slate, and before
long I was bleeding from more than just my wrist.

After about ten minutes her chanting reached a crescendo
and I saw the runes around us start to glow. She lost
the ability to maintain her chant as she was swept up in
orgasm, but the runes around us just kept getting brighter.
When she came down the powerful glow persisted. She seemed
to collect herself, then spoke some words in a language
I did not recognize.

"You may cum." She said. At that moment I realized just how
much her spell had been doing to hold back my orgasm. I
pitched back onto the hard slate and nutted hard. Cum
gushed out of me in wave after wave. Not a single drop
escaped her pussy lips, which were clamped down hard around
the base of my dick. The orgasm went on for thirty seconds,
then a minute, then two minutes, then five. All the while
I was slowly growing smaller and smaller. As I grew smaller
and smaller Elizabeth's taught belly bowed outward.

When it finally stopped I was maybe 4 inches tall, and
Elizabeth looked like she was 10 months pregnant with
twins. There were no stretch marks on her huge belly,
just taught skin. She sat gasping for a minute, then
levered herself to a standing position. She had to
set her legs wide so that she could bend over an pick
me up. She put me in a mason jar and shoved me in
the closet.

My tiny naked body quickly started to feel cold even in
the room temperature air. I sat against the side of my jar
and shivered. After a couple of hours I could feel myself
get hungry. The cold and hunger dogged me for the entire
night until a giant hand pulled my jar from the closet
and set me on the bed.

"Good morning!" Elizabeth said brightly. She stretched,
sticking her toned butt out and raising her arms overhead.
Her belly from the night before had shrunk down to a
small, hardly noticeable bump. She opened my jar and
dumped me out on the bedspread. "How are you?"

I shivered, "I'm cold. And hungry." I squeaked.

She bent down, a look of concern on her face.
"Oh no." She scooped me up in warm hands.
"I'm sorry. I didn't realize you would get cold,
but I should have." She held me to her chest.
Her breasts were huge, completely dwarfing me.
She shoved me between her huge mammaries, wrapping
my frail body in warm breast flesh. With one hand
she held me between her breasts, and with the other
she went looking for some food. After a moment
she was sitting on the bed feeding me little
bits of rice cake. It wasn't long before she
had me full and warm, nestled between her breasts.

Elizabeth put me down and started getting dressed. She managed
to stretch a purple thong over her ass, but it dug in. When
she went to put on a matching bra she found that it would not
fit. "Goodbye C cups." She said tossing it next to me
Each one of the cups could easily have wrapped me up. She
managed to fit into a U-necked sports bra after a bit of
stretching. Her breasts spilled out the sides at first, but
she managed to tuck everything into place after a bit.
"I may not need very much illusion." She said to herself,
looking in the mirror.

She made a few practiced gestures and her face was covered in
artful makeup. A few more gestures made her tits and ass
swell up a bit. Then she picked me up and tucked
me between her breasts. It was much tighter than before,
and I could hardly move. She went to stand in front of
the mirror again and I was blown away. I looked so tiny
nestled between her firm mounds, so helpless. She made
another gesture and her hair went from a tangle to a perfectly
tousled waterfall. Then she pulled on a white skirt
and a green curve hugging cashmere sweater. She walked
out the door with me sandwiched between her bountiful breasts.

After a few hours I started to get hungry. I must have been
squirming around because Elizabeth went to the bathroom and pulled
up her sweater. "What?" She asked looking down at me.

I looked up at the giantess, "I'm hungry." I said.

She sighed, "You do have such a tiny body. I'll go get some food."

She had to feed me every couple of hours to keep me from getting
painfully hungry. By the end of the day I could tell that she
was getting really frustrated by the interruptions.

When she went back to her room for the night she immediately
stripped down to her underwear. Any trace of her belly was gone.
Now she had only toned abs. With me still nestled between her
breasts she started leafing through several old books she had
in her chest. After a while she said, "Here it is. Under fertility."

She drew some runes on her breasts with charcoal and chanted
for a few moments. "That should do it." She said. She was
panting from the effort of casting the spell. With every
breath I was heaved up and down.

She brought me to her fat perky nipple and I could see
a drop of creamy milk forming. I slurped it up, and kept
slurping as she produced more milk. I had hardly drank any
before I felt full and drowsy. I was asleep within moments.

When I woke up I was wrapped in a blanket which I realized
must have been one of Elizabeth's old lace bras. I was back
in my jar, but a rune glowed on the bottom of the lid,
and I felt much warmer than before. I was still really hungry,
but my stupor seemed to have helped a little. I was much less
hungry than the previous morning.

After I had been lying awake for half an hour Elizabeth
came to get me. "Hey sleepyhead." She said, bringing me
to her nude breast for a drink. If anything her breasts
looked even bigger today, swollen from all that milk.
After I drank my fill I again drowsed off.

When I came to Elizabeth was in a lecture hall. I was
sandwiched firmly in place under a canopy of blue.
After the lecture she went to the bathroom and fed
me again. When I next awoke she was back in her room,
putting the finishing touches on a couple of runes
she had etched on the side of my little jar.
"This should fix your hunger issue." She said
and put me in the jar.

After she left I went over to examine the marks
she had made on my jar. They looked like more of the
angular runes she used to cast her spells. I wondered
what she had done this time. My question was answered
when I saw a little drop of milk bead in the center
of the tiny runic circle. I was quite hungry, so I
went over and slurped it up. It was warm and fresh.
I wondered if it had been transported here magically
from Elizabeth's breasts.

The milk normally made me sleepy, but this time I remained
alert after I drank my fill. I quickly became bored trapped
in my little glass cage. After some pacing I curled up in
my lacy blanket and let my mind wander. I had not yet really
had the opportunity to process everything that had happened
to me, but now fear and anger crashed over me. I had been
kidnapped and shrunk by a beautiful witch. I had no control
over my own life. I'm sure that everyone thought I was dead.
Hey, maybe someone would come looking for me. Then again,
maybe not.

Even though the whole experience was terrifying and demeaning,
I could not help but linger on the erotic nature of my predicament.
Elizabeth's perfect body had a sort of mesmerizing power to it.
Even when I was human sized she was a sex goddess, but now that
she towered over me her presence was overwhelming. I started
stroking my hard dick as images and memories flooded through
my head. When I came it was exhausting. Even though the orgasm
had not been that intense it seemed to have taken the wind
out of me, and left me clammy. I huddled against the wall of
my jar, falling into a fitful half-sleep.

I was woken up by the sound of Elizabeth moving around in her
room. The closet door was jerked open to reveal an underwear
clad Elizabeth. She brought my jar out of her closet and put
it on her dresser, "Thanks for the gift today." She said.

I looked up at her, "What do you mean?"

She unclasped her bra, baring her breasts. My eyes followed
her big nipples as the traced circles in the air. "That's
right. Stare at my big breasts." She pressed them together.
"It's ok. You can touch yourself." She said. I wanted to
resist. Even at four inches tall I had some dignity, but
she was just too sexy. The power of her body overwhelmed
me and I sat helplessly masturbating in front of her.
After a moment she cocked an eyebrow and said, "Cum for me."
I did, emitting a pathetically small drop of seamen. Even
though it was a relatively subdued orgasm I felt exhaustion
wash through my limbs. At my moment of climax a little
shiver of pleasure went down Elizabeth's spine. "Thanks
again little man." She said.

After a couple seconds I managed to gasp, "Thanks for what?"

She smiled at me, "Well I own your soul, but it is still
yours, still separate. Every time you cum it breaks off
a little chunk and merges with mine."

If I was not so exhausted I would have screamed or something.
"So," a gasp, "you are a succubus."

She laughed, "No just a hedge witch bent on power. You see
magic users are just people born with more vibrant souls.
Sorcerers and warlocks have so much soul that they are almost
elemental beings. Witches and wizards are much closer to a
regular human, but we learn to use ritual and symbols to
leverage our abilities."

There was no way I was getting away now, so I figured I might
as well learn as much as I could, "So why do you keep calling
yourself a hedge witch?"

She sighed, "I'm really quite weak even for a witch. I can hardly
heat a pot of tea."

"Then how could you do all this to me?"

"Well the key was getting you to give me your soul. Once you have
someone's soul, or know their true name, all your spells are much
stronger on them. I also used a lot of ritual and runes. To be honest
I wasn't sure it was going to work. If you hadn't been in my daemon
circle when you tried to break my compulsion you would have just
walked right out the door."

"So if I had just realized how weird you were being before you
drew that pentacle around me?" I slammed my tiny hand against
the glass floor of the jar.

She smiled at me, "I'm afraid so. I did have a pretty strong calming
charm on you, so don't beat yourself up too much. I'm pretty
good at glamours and enchantments, well relatively, I'm not actually
good at anything."

"Can you explain to me why shrinking me down to the size of a
mouse is something you could do. That seems like some pretty high
level stuff."

She preened a little, then looked sharply at me, "Why all the interest
in magic. Are you trying to escape?"

I laughed, "If you are draining my soul and that is what
I need for magic how could I be any trouble? I just want to know how
this happened to me."

She chewed her bottom lip, "Fine. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to
tell you about this. And it would be nice to talk to someone
about magic. The only one I can talk to normally is my great aunt
and my parents, and they are always lecturing me about staying
away from black magic."

"This is black magic?" I asked.

She rolled her eyes, "Do you think good witches run about stealing
people's souls? Or manipulating their emotions for that matter?"

"Well now that you mention it I suppose it is a bit obvious. If
it's black magic why are you doing it?"

"I thought I told you. I want power. It's that simple. There is
a nature sorceress freak from back home who would always lord
it over me. I spent months trying to grow a blood crystal, and
just before I was ready to christen it Lauren decided she wanted
to wake a fucking ent. The ripples disrupted my crystal. When
I went to her house to give her a piece of my mind she told
my parents and they grounded me for three fucking months because
blood crystals are technically banned by the Seelie accords,
but only because you have to sacrifice a fucking chicken. We
eat chicken all the time, and my parents are toootally fine
with it when my mom's voodoo priestess friend from college
comes over and blesses our house by sacrificing a chicken.
I'm tired of being pushed around because I'm just a fucking
hedge witch." She was breathing hard at the end of her
speech.

She took a few calming breaths (heaving her breasts up and
down). "Plus I really want to study magic. I've been
able to learn a lot growing up with witch parents, but
in order to get good I need to go to a university of magic.
I'm really good considering how strong I am. My control is
even better than my Dad's and he is a wyird surgeon. I know
a lot. I was meant to be a witch. It's all I ever wanted.
I just need to get more powerful." She sighed. "I guess it's
pretty scocipathic to consume your soul to follow my dream."
A pause. "You know I don't take pleasure in hurting you.
It's just necessary." She looked at me with her big brown
eyes.

This was a side of Elizabeth that I had never seen before.
I almost felt sorry for her. Still, my empathy was only a
puddle besides the churning ocean of fear, anger and lust
that I felt for her. I did not know how to respond, so I
asked an orthogonal question, "So, if I promise to help you get
back at this Lauren will you turn me back to full size?"

She laughed, "I couldn't even if I wanted to. It takes a
lot more energy to make someone grow than to make them
shrink. My ritual converted a lot of your mass and energy
into magic to push through the transformation. You'll notice
that I am bigger, but not twice as big." She cupped her
swollen breasts at the word bigger.

My life settled into a very dull pattern over the next
couple of weeks. Elizabeth would check on me in the morning
and head out to class. I drank milk from the little
magic hamster bottle in my jar when I was hungry, and
I slept when I was tired. I tried to avoid masturbating
to the image of Elizabeth, but it was the only thing
I had to do. It was like picking a scab. I knew it was
bad for me, but I just could not stop. At night Elizabeth
would come home and check on me again. In the rare cases
when I had managed to avoid wanking to her during the
day she would entice me with a little show. I never lasted
more than ten minutes through one of her strip teases.

Something broke the monotony two weeks in. Elizabeth was
home during the afternoon and there was a knock at the
door. Elizabeth got up to open it. "Hello... Officer.
How can I help you?" She asked.

I heard a male voice reply, "Are you Elizabeth Collins?"

"Yes."

"May I come in?" He asked.

"Sure." She said. I could hear the sound of the door opening
wider, "What is this about."

"Well, Ms. Collins, a student has gone missing, and we have determined
from cell phone records that you might have been one of the last
people to see him. Do you know Zach Toffle?" He asked.

Elizabeth replied smoothly, with no hint of hesitation,
"I do. We're in the same economics class, though I haven't
seen him in lecture lately. We studied together a few times."
There was a pause, "And we, aahh, we hooked up once. I haven't
seen him since then. I figured he felt awkward about the whole
thing."

I started pounding on the glass walls of my jar, but to no avail.

The cop replied, "Well no one else heard from him after you. I
do have a few more questions for you, if you don't mind."

"Of course not officer. Have a seat. I hope you guys can find
him."

I kept pounding on the jar, but gave up when I realized that the
cop could not hear me. The cop's voice slowly shifted from
intimidating and assertive to quite and almost flirtatious.
When he left Elizabeth was giggling at a joke he had made.

After he was gone she opened the closet door, "Were you hoping
he would rescue you?" She smiled evilly down at me. "You know
you don't have to worry about that. You aren't going anywhere."

I held out hope that the cops would figure things out and come
back, but they never did. Elizabeth just kept going about
her life as if everything was normal, and I kept giving her
chunks of my soul orgasm by orgasm.

A month or so after she had taken me, Elizabeth laid out her
slate again. She put me on her dresser so that I could watch
her work. This time she got her supplies ready and laid
out on her bed. She was humming to herself as she worked.
"I did not think I would make this new moon." She said
to me.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Oh I'm still not strong enough to get this ritual to
work without the moon's help. Oh and just so you know
there will be a glamour on you, so don't think about trying
to shout a warning or anything like that." She said.

A few hours later there was a knock on the door. Elizabeth
opened it to admit a tall athletic looking man. "How did
I know this was your room?" he asked

Elizabeth smiled "Lucky guess. Go kneel over there."
she said.

He walked over to the slab of slate and knelt. I wanted
to warn him somehow, but there was no way I could. Instead
I just watched as Elizabeth closed a pentacle around him
and started writing runes around the edge. He tried to get
up when she was halfway done with the runes around the edge,
but she just glared at him and he sat back down. The
rest of the ritual played out just like mine had. When it
was over she leaned over her belly and picked up the tiny
man on the floor. She put him in a jar that looked just like
mine and left him in the closet. She must have forgotten
about me because she just went to sleep after that.

I watched in fascination as Elizabeth's body changed while
she slept. Her belly was slowly receding with ever breath.
It was not as fast, but her breasts and ass grew slowly but
visibly as well. I could not help myself. The sight was so
erotic that I came four times that night, leaving me an
exhausted wreck when morning came.

Elizabeth stretched as she got up. With a start she looked
down at her breasts. "Let's measure you girls!"
She said. Her figure was now almost as bodacious as her
normal glamoured form. She went to the closet and got
some measuring tape. After a taking a few measurements
she said, "I need an FF cup? Damn. No more overstuffed
sports bras for me. I need to go shopping." She turned
to me, "And thanks for all the gifts last night!"
She swept out the door.

The addition of another shrunken man to Elizabeth's
closet did not seem to change anything. She still went
about her life as if nothing had changed. My routine
daily routine continued uninterrupted. They guy next
to me in the closet settled into the routine quickly.
I never learned his name, Elizabeth had done something
to our jars so that we could not talk to one another.
He did not seem very interested in making contact
with me, just masturbating himself into oblivion. I
thought I was helpless before Elizabeth's sexuality, but
he was far worse off. He did not even know that it was
bad for him.

A month later Elizabeth repeated the her ritual on a
third victim. I noticed with interest that I was the
only one she put on her dresser to watch. When her
belly receded her breasts and hips were once again
larger. "I think an H-cup is a good stopping point, don't
you boys?" She said as she measured herself. When she was
finished, she said, "Shit that's a double J! I must have
forgotten to adjust for my new power. Oh well." She did her hair
and makeup in a few seconds with long practiced gestures.
After a moment of consideration she looked at herself
in the mirror and made a small gesture. Her breasts
seemed to get a little smaller.

The next month Elizabeth again put me on her dresser
to watch as she shrank a man down. This time her ritual
was a little different. I was not sure exactly how, but
she had definitely changed something. By the time she
woke up the following morning her figure had returned
to normal. She got up and flexed. Her bicep popped out
noticeably. In fact her whole body seemed a little bit
more muscular. I watched as she checked herself out,
flexing and stretching. Her muscles were not that noticeable
when she relaxed, but when she strained herself they pumped up.
I could hear her humming to herself as she left for the day.

Elizabeth shrank two more guys that semester. Each time
she got a little fitter looking. Before she had looked
like a girl who spent a few days a week in the gym, but
now she looked like a fitness enthusiast. Her legs were
pillars of sleek muscle, and she had a faint six pack.
Her back and pectoral muscles must have gotten stronger
because her breasts seemed a little perkier, despite their
large size. Her increased core strength seemed to have
translated to a better posture, because she hardly
ever slouched anymore.

At the end of the term she packed us up to travel. She took us
out of our individual glass prisons and placed us all in one
jar. Then she told us not to talk to one another and placed
the jar between her two huge breasts. Even I was surprised
that they managed to completely cover us. We were jostled
around quite a bit as she moved around. Every time she took
a step her breasts would bounce up and down, giving us a
lurch. By the time that she sat down in the plane we had
each been bumped or bruised quite a bit.

"Hey guys, I'm Zach." I said.

The others all just ignored me. Apparently they were taking
her command to not talk pretty seriously.

"You know she is eating our souls." I said, looking at their
stony faces for any sign of interest. I thought I might have
seen a flicker of something behind their eyes, but in any
case the did not say anything.

The summer was much like the school year except that instead
of going to class Elizabeth would go the beach. She seemed
to have an endless supply of bikinis, which she would parade
around in front of us in before heading out. She added
three new members to our little prison during the first
half of the summer. She no longer shrank her victims in
front of us. It probably had something to do with not
wanting to get caught practicing dark magic by her parents.
After a night away from home she could come home with a
new prisoner trapped between her breasts. Each time her
body had subtly changed. Her muscles were firmer, her
lips a little fuller, even her hair seemed to have changed
at the roots. The last prisoner she took was not even during a
new moon. She was definitely getting stronger.

Halfway through the summer she pulled me out of my jar.
"Hey Zach I need you to do something for me."

"Why should I? You're a serial killer." I said.

She laughed, "Well maybe a black magician, but I haven't killed
any of you!"

"Not yet." I muttered.

She looked at her second victim. "He is looking a little weak, huh."

"Yeah. You're just bleeding us dry."

She sighed, "Don't be so dramatic. Anyway, you must be bored stiff.
Nothing to do but sit around and wank. I'm giving you the opportunity
to have a nice distraction, and besides if you don't do what I say,
I will turn you into one of them."

A distraction would be nice. "What do you mean 'one of them'?"

She rolled her eyes, "You mean you haven't noticed that you are the only
one who can have an original thought."

My pulse quickened in fear. "What do you want me to do?" I asked.

"You guys were pretty beat up last time we traveled. I want to fix that.
I plan on making a little portal for each you you so that you don't
starve. They will be just like the things on your jar walls, but smaller.
I don't have tiny hands, so I can't make the runes small enough. That's
where you come in. You scribe the runes I show you, and I will empower them."
She tossed a little scrap of paper with instructions on it along with some
bits of metal into my jar. There were 12 little bronze disks and a steel
pick for cutting into them. "Don't try to kill yourself with the pick. It
won't work." She said.

In truth I was glad to have a project again. I had been so bored by my
captivity that I did not know what to do. The runes I had to cut into the
bronze were not very complicated, and I was able to finish with two
disks every day. It was not long before I had etched the runes in
each disk. As I fell asleep I would stare at the unpowered runes.
They seethed against the back of my eyelids when I closed my eyes.
It should have been scary, but for some reason I was unafraid. Very
little besides Elizabeth could scare me. She just took up so much
mental space that the strange runic patterns which danced through
my dreams were hardly worth getting worked up about.

When I was finished with all the disks Elizabeth brought my jar out
onto her bed. She was clad only in a pair of green lacy panties and
a black bra which left most of the tops of her full breasts bare.
"Are you finished?" She asked.

"Yeah." I said holding up a disk, "They are all done."

She smiled. "Good. Get in a corner, I'm going to turn you jar sideways."
I obeyed and she slowly tipped me over. The floor became a wall. She
made a gesture and the top of my jar came off. I was a little surprised
that she would use magic so casually. Normally she saved her strength
for more important things, but she was getting stronger. "Ok. Put them
on the lid." She said.

I carried the disks out in a big stack. One thing that was nice about being
tiny was my relative strength. There is a common urban legend that ants
would be strong enough to pick up a car if they were human sized. Of course,
without a circulatory system and an endoskeleton they would suffocate and
collapse under their own weight. As size goes up an organisms weight grows
with the cube of its size factor, but the strength of any given muscle
group must grow much slower. This means that relative strengths are much
higher at smaller sizes. I could probably bench triple my own weight
despite a frame that can only be described as reedy. The stack of solid metal
disks the (relative) size of a bathroom scale were easy to lug around.

"Good. Now let me just empower them." She trailed off, "What did you?"
She chewed her bottom lip, "Hhhhmmmm." With a distracted look on
her face she closed her eyes. Her breathing settled into a steady
rhythm, and her hands moved slowly to her knees. I thought about
making a run for it, but I knew she would catch me, and besides
I wanted to know why she was meditating. Finally she opened her
eyes and looked at me, "You little imp." She said calmly.

A spike of fear set my little heart racing. "What? I didn't do anything!"
I said.

She looked at me, "You've been empowering these runes. You've tapped our
soul bond to draw on my power."

I started backing up, "Please. I didn't know what I was doing. I'm sorry."

She reached out and snatched me up. "Oh don't worry Zach. I'm not angry.
Well, not that angry. This could be very good." She started humming,
and tucked me between her breasts. The last time I had been here I had
been encased in a glass jar with several naked senseless men, completely
surrounded by breast flesh. The jar had been dark, warm, glassy, and not
particularly erotic. This was a different proposition. Elizabeth had
left my head completely clear so that I could see. Her breasts rose up
steeply on either side of me like smooth, tan walls of a crevasse. It
was dark and warm, but not so dark that I couldn't see out past her
breasts.

She took a deep breath and her breasts closed over me. When she breathed
out I could see again. She was holding the top of my jar in front of
her, angled so that I could see it. I felt a shiver of something playing
over the skin of her breasts and the tiny runes I had etched on the disks
glowed into life. "Good work. Those are well formed runes. Here
take one." She said, handing me a disk. I could feel the power of her
voice through her body.

"Thanks." I replied.

Instead of responding, Elizabeth got up off the bed and started to get
dressed. She pulled on a pair of jeans so tight she could have been
poured into them, and a tight black tank top which bared a strip of
midriff and exposed plenty of cleavage. She went over to stand in
front of the mirror and I gasped. Something about seeing her
breathtaking face and ridicules curves from chest height was different
than seeing her from below. Her hard nipples were visible even through
her bra and shirt. I wondered if she was as aroused by keeping me trapped
between her huge breasts as I was to be there.

She made a few gestures to apply her illusory makeup. "That must be
better for your skin." I said.

She glanced down at her cleavage, "What?" Then quickly afterward,
"Oh the makeup. I suppose it is, nothing working its way into my
pores." She chewed her now cherry red lip, "Do you think I should
go with an H cup?" She gestured and her breasts seemed to shrink
(I also disappeared from the dark cleavage between them),
"Or look less like a porn star and go with an F cup?" Her breasts
shrank a good deal more.

"Uuggg." Was all I could say.

"You're right. I should slut it up." She made another gesture
and her chest slowly swelled before my eyes. The sight of the
slow expansion was too much for me. I came between her breasts.
The tiny drop of my seamen not even making out of the confines
of her mounds. She grinned at me, "Awww, thanks!" She gave her
hair a fluff, pulled on a brown leather jacket, and walked out
the door.

She walked down a flight of stairs and into a modern looking
kitchen. An attractive Asian woman stood chopping some sort
of root at the counter, "Are you going out?" She asked.
When she saw Elizabeth she sighed, "Can you at least wait
until you are out of the house before you use that ridicules
glamour? You know I hate the way you make your body so
exaggerated."

"Yeah yeah yeah. Western standards of beauty. Blah blah muh
patriarchy." I could hear the eye roll in Elizabeth's voice.

Her mother sighed, "You know women in my generation really had
to fight Eli. What do you think girls who don't have any magic
think when the see you?"

Elizabeth spun towards the door, "That they had better keep an
eye on their boyfriends!" She called over her shoulder.

She got in a green Prius parked in the short driveway. "I think
your mom might have a point." I said after she had closed the
door.

She made a gesture and I heard a pop overhead, "What was that?
I had a sound shield up so that you couldn't yell." She was
nothing if not careful.

"I said: I think your mom might have a point."

"Oh, shut up. You've been kidnapped by a dark witch and your
biggest concern is weather or not I'm contributing to the
objectification of women."

"Well, more of a dark hedge witch."

"Feeling brave I see." Her voice was amused.

"Well I am pretty bored. I mean, you'll kill me eventually,
so why worry about it?"

She made a turn. "That's actually a pretty good way to
handle it." She took a breath, "And I'm not going to kill you."

I was amazed at how strong my voice was, "Oh come on. The guy
you took after me is almost dead. When we run out of soul
our bodies will die."

She glanced down at me. "You seem awfully certain for someone
who had never read a grimoire before."

"I can see the writing on the wall." I muttered.

She laughed, "I bet you can. You're a smart one." She
smiled down at me, "I won't kill you. The other's are
different. I don't know why I never cast a lust spell
on you, but I'm glad I didn't because I'm going to
make you my familiar."

I was taken aback, "What?"

"I'm going to make you my familiar." She said simply.

I didn't say anything for a while, so she said, "The
first step in the process is that you accept me in your
heart as your Mistress." I gulped. "Tell me you submit."
She said softly.

I did not trust myself to speak. I was powerless before
her, but I had been burned by verbally giving her my
soul, and I didn't want to find out what she would do
to me if I submitted to her.

"Ok, have it your way." She giggled, "But your arousal
will double every hour you are between my breasts. You
won't be able to cum unless you submit to me." I set my jaw.

The car rolled to a stop in front of a swanky beachfront house.
Music was thumping inside and I could see colored lights pulsing
out of the windows. Elizabeth spoke a strange word and the quality
of sound I heard changed subtly. She stepped out of the car and
walked towards the house. She knocked on the door and a
tall blond boy opened the door. When he saw Elizabeth his
eyes opened a little wider. "Come in. Come in. Are you
a friend of Keith's?"

Elizabeth stepped through the doorway. "Scott's actually.
I was going to meet him here."

"I don't think he is here yet, but please make yourself
comfortable. Do you want a beer? A shot? I'm Andrew by the
way." He asked.

"Elizabeth." She purred. "And a shot sounds lovely."

Andrew led her deeper into the house. College age kids
were standing around, drinks in hand. Most of them
were talking over the sound of the music, but a couple were
dancing on the balcony overlooking the ocean. "The party
has not really started yet. Give it another hour though."
Andrew said as he led Elizabeth to a bar set up in the living
room.

"Oh, I don't mind. This is more..." She paused, "Intimate."
If Andrew hadn't been paying attention before he certainly
was as he poured two shots.

They each tossed back a shot and Elizabeth grabbed his hand.
She led him onto the balcony and started dancing. Her gyrating
body sent tremors through her breasts which set me to bouncing.
I felt myself get aroused at the sensation.

If I tilted my head far back I could see Elizabeth and Andrew
locking eyes. As they danced Andrew seemed to relax. After a
while he was just standing there moving softly with the beat
and watching as Elizabeth moved in front of him. Elizabeth
made an arcane gesture in front of his face. He started, realized
where he was, and continued dancing. Soon afterward Elizabeth walked
off the dance floor. Andrew shuffled behind her like a puppy.

When they got to a place where the music was not so loud Elizabeth
said, "Thanks for the dance. You should go be a good host."

Andrew nodded, "You're right. I should go be a good host." His voice
sounded a little stilted. As he walked away he seemed to shake off
some grogginess. Soon he was laughing and serving up drinks. He seemed
to have forgotten all about us. I wanted to ask what Elizabeth had
done, but I knew she would not hear me through the sound shield
she had cast before entering the house.

Before long Elizabeth was chatting up another boy. After a bit of
flirtation she dragged him onto the dance floor and started dancing
in front of him. My already intense arousal built. The pattern she
had laid out with Andrew repeated itself and before long she was
walking away from the dance floor with her latest partner trailing
in her wake. She dismissed him with a few words, then went looking
for another.

With each dance I grew more and more aroused. I don't know how much
of it was my own lust and how much had been stoked by her spell.
The way she hypnotized the succession of boys she danced with held
a sick appeal. Her sexuality was like a living thing. It trailed
behind her like a great cloak. I could see it wrapping hot fingers
around the sex-addled minds of the boys. How could I ever stand up
to a woman like her? How did I even want to?

At some point my building arousal became unbearable. I rubbed my
little hips against the firm walls holding me in place. I touched
myself in a vane effort to relieve my sexual pressure. Nothing
I could do helped. After half an hour of fighting, I said, "Please
let me cum." Unfortunately Elizabeth did not seem to hear me.
She just kept dancing hypnotically in front of her latest victim.

She finally left the party an hour later. Once the pounding of
the bass faded away I started thrashing around. My struggles
did nothing to help me escape from her firm cleavage, but
they did get Elizabeth's attention. The sound shield disappeared
with a pop. "How ya doing down there buddy?" Elizabeth asked with
a giggle.

I shuddered. "Please let me cum."

She laughed, "That easy, huh? You must be pretty horny. You've been
in there for what? Three or four hours?"

I just looked up at her, "Please."

She smiled down at me, "Now, you know the rules. You have to submit
to me. Acknowledge that I am your Mistress."

I set my jaw, "Come on." I whined.

Elizabeth laughed, "Ok little man. Have it your way." She started the
car and drove off.

She did not check on me again until she brought the car to a stop
outside of some sort of warehouse. We were a couple thousand feet
away from a thin highway winding through the desert. I could not
see any cars on the road, and Elizabeth's car was the only one in
the empty parking lot. I don't know why a spike of fear shot through
me. If she wanted to kill me she could do so in the middle of a
city just as easily as out here. Still, it was hard to concentrate
on the location, encased as I was by Elizabeth's sublime breasts.

"How ya doing little guy?" She asked playfully.

I looked up at her and groaned. "P-please." I managed.

She smirked at me, "Please who?"

"Elizabeth. Please let me cum Elizabeth."

"Not quite Zach. Do you want me?" Her huge smoky eyes smoldered at me.

"Y-yes."

"Then say it. Tell me you submit."

I looked up at her stern face, "I s-submit." I said.

"Goood." She purred, "Now acknowledge me as your one and only
Mistress."

I glared back at her, "you'remymistress." I mumbled.

"What was that?"

"You're my Mistress." I said more clearly.

She pressed her breasts together, squeezing me a little. "I don't think
you really believe that. Say it again. Beg me to let you cum."

"Please, Mistress, let me cum!" I said, desperate for release.

She giggled and spoke a few strange words, "Listen to me closely,
my little pet. When I give you permission, you are going to cum,
but it won't just be seamen leaving your body. All of your defiance
will leave. All of your will to resist me will jet out of your tiny,
tiny balls. You will become mine. Forever and for always." She sounded
a little husky. Was this turning her on? "Now," she smoldered, "do
you understand?"

I gulped convulsively, "I-I understand." I whispered.

"Do you still want to cum?" She asked playfully.

I hesitated for a second, but I was too far gone, "P-please? Mistress
let me cum." tears were streaming down my face.

"Beg me to take your defiance from you." She said.

I groaned, "P-please Mistress. Please take my defiance away." I was
wracked with shame at how easily I had give in.

She giggled, "Well, if you insist." she looked at me, "You may cum."
I blacked out from the strength of my orgasm.

When I came back to myself Elizabeth was my Mistress in truth. I
felt shame at my defiance in the past, and started to cry. "What
is it little man?" Elizabeth asked, almost sounding concerned.

"I-I-I disobeyed you! I t-thought about t-t-trying to escape!" I wailed.

She stroked the top of my head with one huge, elegant finger. "It's ok
little man. I forgive you."

I looked up at her hopefully, "Really?"

She smiled fondly down at me, "Really. Now be quite for me. I have to finish
turning you into the perfect familiar." As she spoke I saw a pair of headlights
rolling down the access road.

When the car came to a stop in the little parking lot, two college age boys
got out. I recognized them as two of Elizabeth's dancing partners from earlier
in the night. They looked a little confused about why they were there. "Hey
guys! Thanks for coming out to give me a hand!" Elizabeth called.

They looked at each other a little uneasily, "What exactly do you need help
with?" One of them asked.

"Oh, it's just in here." She said, leading them towards a doorway in the
side of the warehouse. They followed her at a little distance.

The interior of the warehouse open and empty. Here and there bit of industrial
refuse littered the floor. A 30 foot diameter circle had been swept clean, and
I saw chalk patterns on the floor. "What it this place?" Asked one of the
guys.

"For you? Hell." Said Elizabeth. A stun gun seemed to appear in her right hand,
and she slammed the contacts against the neck of the nearest boy. He fell to
the ground screaming.

The other guy ran towards Elizabeth to get her off his friend, but she saw
him coming and slammed her shoulder into his waist, bringing him to the ground.
I lost track of exactly what happened after that, but a few seconds later
Elizabeth was sitting astride his chest tying his hands together with a few
deft motions. A minute later she had him hog-tied on the floor. She stood
up to find that the other boy had recovered and was headed for the door.

He ran like the devil himself was after him, which considering the
circumstances, was not too far from the truth. I thought he was going
to make it to his car, but just before he got to the door Elizabeth hit
him from behind like a linebacker. I would have been crushed by the impact
if it were not for the cushion of Elizabeth's prodigious bust. Even so, I
got the wind knocked out of me. By the time I had my breath back Elizabeth
was carrying a second hog-tied prisoner back to the warehouse. She carried
the tied boy as easily as if he was a pillow. Even though she looked like
a cross fit sex-goddess, her muscles had to be unnaturally strong to carry
that kind of load so easily.

She plunked each of the boys on the floor in the warehouse about thirty
feet apart and zip tied them to rings in the floor. With efficient motions
of a knife, she cut their clothes off, then got to work
with a stick of chalk, drawing white pentacles around their prone forms.
While she worked they made little noised of pain and fear. If she heard,
Elizabeth gave no sign. When she was finished drawing the pentacles, she
used a black pastel stick to draw tiny runes all over their naked bodies.

When she finished decorating them with runes she took a deep steadying breath.
"Ok, you can do this Elizabeth." She said under her breath.

That sounded worrying. I had never seen her anything but confidant. "Mistress!
Please don't do anything dangerous on my account! I can serve you as I am!"

She smiled down at me, "That's very sweet little man, but this night you shall
become a Djinn." She scooped me out of her bosom with gentle hands and laid
me on the ground in front of her.

"A Djinn? Like a Genie?" I asked in my piping voice.

She laughed, "Yeah, but don't let one of them hear you call them that. Or do, I
guess, the Djinn I'm about to summon is gonna be pretty angry." As she spoke
she started drawing a pentacle around me.

I watched her work for a little bit, then said, "What are you doing now,
Mistress?"

To my surprise she smiled at me and pointed to the collection of runes that
she had just drawn, "These are runes for trapping fire. Djinn are beings of
fire, air, and sand, so you must be properly protected before I call them."

The designs she drew on the floor were far more complex than any I had seen
her draw before. It took her hours to finish the whole design, but when
she had nearly the entire floor of the warehouse was covered in markings.

Elizabeth smacked the chalk dust off of her hands and cracked her neck, "That
took a long time. Okay." She produced a silver knife from somewhere and walked
over to each to the boys. They trembled in fear as she sliced long, shallow
cuts on each of their cheeks.

Her chanting started low and slow, but it built steadily until I could feel the
power pulsing off of her. As her voice reached a crescendo there was a burst of
foul smelling smoke ten feet in front of her and vaguely man shaped pillar of
flame sprang into being in front of her. "Who DARES summon me!" Shouted the
bonfire impersonator.

I saw a flash of fear on Elizabeth's face. She must not have intended to summon
such a large djinn. From everything she had told me, she was relatively weak,
and this guy clearly had some serious mojo. Even I could tell that.

If Elizabeth was afraid, she rallied quickly because her voice was steal hard
when she spoke, "I am the Wytch Elizabeth Collins, and I offer you a deal."

"I am a Prince of the Abyss, and you will die by my hand Elizabeth Collins. This
I swear to you!" The Djinn roared. His flames pulsed green as he made the oath,
and something told me it was not an idle threat.

"You are welcome to try after I release you from this place, but until that time
you are my prisoner, and it would behoove you to make a deal." She said.

The Djinn glowered at her, "Very well. What do you have to offer?"

Elizabeth gestured to her two captives, "I offer you the souls of these two
boys in exchange for two wishes."

The Djinn seemed to like the sound of that because he said, "Done." I could
hear the grin in his voice.

Elizabeth made a gesture and a ribbon of pale light flew from each of the
boys to the Djinn. It seemed to swell as it consumed them. How the hell did
she intend to turn me into a Djinn? Was she going to wish for it?

"What are you wishes little witch?" Asked the fire demon.

Elizabeth clearly had some sort of plan because she said, "I wish for a
sorcerer's boon, now."

The Djinn looked at her sullenly, "Very well. I can grant you so much more.
This you must know. Are you sure you don't want to reconsider. If it is power
you want, I can grant it to you in far greater quantities than a measly.
Sorcerer's boon. If you have been stupid enough to summon a Prince, you
ought to take advantage of it."

Elizabeth just glared at him, "I said now."

The Djinn growled and tossed something that looked like a geode to Elizabeth,
except that no geode I had ever seen flickered with a red light. "Well, then
girl, make your second wish and free me!"

Elizabeth's eyes glinted darkly. Even though her power seemed tiny next to
that of the demon before her I got the sense that it was the Djinn who should
be worried. "I wish to know your true name from your own lips." She said. Before
she finished speaking she crushed the crystal in her hand. Red light seemed to
drip from her eyes, and I could feel her power growing.

The flaming being roared and said something in a thousand voices. Whatever
spell had been holding in place seemed to be broken as he fulfilled his
end of the deal because he charged at Elizabeth. I thought for sure that it
was all over, but then I heard my Mistress speak with a thousand voices, and
the Djinn dropped to his knees before her. Elizabeth smiled sweetly at her
kneeling foe before saying, "Now, give me your spark."

The Djinn groaned, "My brothers will end you, little human." He said, and
a tiny ball of green flame flew from his kneeling form and into Elizabeth's
hands.

She grinned triumphantly. Then she stepped over the dimming body of the Djinn
and looked at me, "Tell me your true name. Now." She was speaking with a
thousand voices again, and I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

I had no idea what she meant, but apparently some part of me did because
I said something. I have no idea what, but Elizabeth seemed satisfied.
She began chanting and shaking the green flame over my prone form. Before
long the flame started to probe towards me like a snake. I was sure that
it would burn me to death, but when it finally touched me it was not painful.
It was hot; hotter than anything I had ever experienced, but for some reason
that no longer bothered me.

At some point I realized that my body had been completely burned away. My new
body was composed of nothing but fire, and yet, as I thought of my old body
I found myself looking at flesh. Somehow I knew that even though I saw hair
and skin, it was really the green fire that Elizabeth had taken.

The red light faded from Elizabeth's eyes and her chest heaved up and down.
Sweat dripped from her nose, and for the first time I realized that she was
exhausted.

I flew over to her, "You look exhausted Mistress."

She looked up at me, "But it worked little man. It worked."

I looked down. I was still 4 inches tall, but I seemed to be floating six feet
off the floor. Where my legs should have been there was only a cloud of smoke.
"Now clean this up for me, and let's get home." She gestured at the chalk
covered floor of the warehouse.

I looked at her, "I'm only 4 inches tall Mistress. I think it will take
a while."

She rolled her eyes, "Use you djinn powers."

I had no idea where to start. I screwed up my eyes and pointed my tiny hands
out at the messy floor. When nothing happened, my chin started to tremble.
"I-I don't know how!" I wailed. The idea of disobeying my Mistress was
incredibly distressing.

She smiled at me, "It's ok little man. See if you can project a flame from
your hand."

I nodded, determined to do something right. I held out my hand and focused on
the heat of my veins. A massive pillar of flame shot from my little hand,
painting the walls of the warehouse with light. Fortunately nothing caught
on fire.

Elizabeth squealed and clapped her hands. "Ohmygod I have a djinn for a
familiar. This is amazing!" She said. "Now go burn those bodies to ash."
She said.

Gouts of flame engulfed the bodies of Elizabeth's former dance partners,
and it was not long before all that we left was two piles of ash.

"Now go get a trash bag from the car. I think there are some in the trunk."

I flew out to the car on legs of smoke. It was locked, so I turned my whole
body into a dense cloud of smoke and seeped into the cracks. I only realized
what I had done when I was already inside, "Cool." I said to no one in
particular.

The trash bags were exactly where Elizabeth had said they would be. It took
me a little while to figure out that I was strong enough to open the door
now, but I was soon zipping towards my Mistress clutching the white plastic
bag.

I handed her the bag and she muttered something under her breath. Air
whipped around the warehouse and sent the ash and chalk dust streaming
into the open bag. When she finished the building looked almost like
it had when we showed up.

As Elizabeth walked towards the door I turned myself into a smoke ribbon
and streamed into the cleft between her breasts. I felt my body spin faster
and faster as I did so, and suddenly I was in a round spacious room. It had
polished wooden floors and soft flesh colored walls which joined together
at the ceiling to form a dome. It was a little barren though. As soon as I
had that thought the room was filled with fine furniture. Thick rugs lined
the floor. A massive mahogany desk with a gleaming computer tower dominated
one half of the room while an elegant king sized bed dominated the other half.
I guess I was the genie of Elizabeth's boobs now. Why were djinn always
so pissed about being trapped in bottles? This was pretty nice. I guess it
could get a little boring though. At the thought a cabinet with a TV, a
radio, and a gleaming game system sprang into existence. Speakers which
looked like the would have cost more than my tuition sprang into
existence around the room. On the far wall several book shelves
appeared. I noticed that there were no books in the shelves, and the
CD rack seemed empty. I guess this place could not produce any content for me.

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Elizabeth set about shrinking men with a vengeance during the second half of the
summer. Including me she had already shrunk 9, but clearly that was not enough
power for her. Every couple of days we would go out on a long drive, usually
to another state, and she would pick her victim. She was now strong enough
that she did not need the new moon, or even nearly as much ritual. By the
end of the summer she had gotten so practiced that she could just flutter
her eyelashes at some poor guy and silently command him to meet her privately
in a few hours. They were small enough to fit in her palm a few minutes later.

Even though it was the long, slow drain which increased Elizabeth's magical
power, she gain physical strength each time she performed the ritual. As
each new man emptied his balls and body into her, her stomach would bow out,
and quickly receded as she turned his spelled seed into stronger muscles.
It was not just that her strength increased. She tried to prevent any physical
changes, but her muscles did grow in size a bit, as did her figure. By the
end of the summer she had gained a couple cup sizes, and her hips had
widened. She had to use some of the cash she made her victims give her
before they met their end to buy a bunch of KK-cup bras, which were
quite expensive.

Three of the first guys that Elizabeth had shrunk died during this time.
The rest, I kept in jars on the shelves in my room between her breasts.
It seemed that anything I was carrying shrunk down with me as I entered
the room. The jars were bigger than me when I was outside of my room,
so I was not sure why they shrank down when I entered. It was almost as
if I was normal sized again when I was inside. In total there were 25 jars
lined up neatly along the shelves in the back of my room at the end of the
summer.

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*Where are we going Mistress?* I sat on the brown leather couch in my room. I
could see what Elizabeth saw via the scrying spell we had set up linking her
black rimmed glasses with two flat screen TVs set up in my room.

*I have one last thing to take care of this summer.* She thought back. Witches
and wizards shared an empathic link with their familiars, and apparently when
the familiar could speak it became a telepathic link.

We turned down a dirt road, and suddenly I knew what we were doing. My pulse
quickened. We were finally going to get back at Lauren for slighting my
Mistress. I had no way to be certain, but the rustic scenery flying by the
car made me pretty confidant. I felt a wordless conformation through my
link with Elizabeth.

After an hour we came to a stop in front of a small cabin deep in the woods.
I had not seen any other houses for at least half a mile as we drove up.
Elizabeth got out of the car and walked confidently up to the front door.

When she was half way up the footpath to the house there was a sound like
splitting timber and the huge oak tree standing alongside the path to the
house started to crack and groan. A branch a foot or so thick whipped through
the air at Elizabeth's head level. The boost to Elizabeth's reaction times
from the rituals she performed was apparent as she quickly ducked under the
hammer blow. I was about to go put the tree in it's place when she thought,
*Stay where you are. I want an ace in the hole.*

I glared at the flat screens on the walls of my room as Elizabeth ran towards
the tree. One branch swept towards her legs while another made a beeline for
her head. She dove forward, vaulting off the low branch like a gymnast and
swinging closer to the trunk. She slammed her ritual knife into the bark of
the tree and muttered something in Gaelic. A branch as big around as my wrist
swung towards her, and she caught it on her forearm. The branch shattered. I
could feel a spike of pain through our connection.

When she turned her gaze back to the trunk, I saw a great rotting hole where
she had thrust the knife. As I watched, more and more of the tree became
overcome with disease. By the time Elizabeth had made it onto the footpath
the tree was collapsing under its own weight. I could feel a sense of smug
satisfaction emanating from my Mistress.

The door opened with a bang and a forty something year old woman holding a
tall staff rushed out, "El!" She called looking at the dying tree. When her
eyes flicked to Elizabeth they filled with blood rage, "You little bitch.
I may be willing to overlook dabbling in a little dark magic, but you will
die for this!"

Elizabeth sneered, "Funny, I was about to say something similar." I could
feel her forming a hex that would have blinded her opponent, but before she
managed to release the spell, the druid winked out of existence.

My Mistress reacted quickly. She started a revelation spell immediately, but
was cut off when a thick length of invisible oak slammed into her side. She
went down hard. I thought the druid would finish her before I could fly out
to stop it, but Elizabeth managed to fling up a glamor of herself still standing
quickly enough to confuse her opponent. I heard the whoosh of air overhead
as my smoky body flew out of Elizabeth's bosom.

I spread myself thinly through the surrounding air, not taking solid shape.
I could immediately feel the invisible body of the angry druid. I could have
just grabbed her then, but I knew that Elizabeth would want to do this herself,
so I just conveyed the location to my Mistress through our link.

Lauren started to get frustrated as Elizabeth moved smoothly away from her
vicious swings. With a shout of frustration she dropped her staff and began
to swell. Fur sprouted along her body and I could hear her clothes tearing
as she turned into a huge grisly bear. I started to solidify, sure that she
would maul my Mistress, but when she tried to run forward her legs just
pumped in empty air.

"Lauren, you've been the biggest pain in my ass since I first picked up
a copy of Grey Spells." Said Elizabeth, walking towards the suspended
bear. "It's going to feel good to put a stop to that. Now turn into a
human so we can talk, or I'll force you to turn."

I was surprised when the druid rippled and resumed the shape of a woman.
Elizabeth smiled, "Good. I'm sorry about your ent friend, but he was trying
to kill me."

Lauren looked at Elizabeth guardedly, "So you aren't here to kill me and mine?"

Elizabeth laughed, "Oh no. That's exactly what I'm here to do. I just wanted to
point out that all I've done so far is defend myself."

Lauren floated towards Elizabeth. "What are y-" she was cut off as Elizabeth
drew her down into a deep kiss. I felt myself grow hard as the druid shrank
slowly. This was the first time I had seen Elizabeth drain a woman, and I
found it just as arousing as when she drained a man.

Lauren's struggles grew more and more feeble until at the size of a baby she
was no longer struggling at all. As they kissed Elizabeth's hair took on an
extra gloss, and I could feel her power grow. It was a good thing too because
the levitation spell seemed to have taken most of her juice. Eventually she
was no longer able to lock lips with the tiny druid, so she switched to laying
big kisses on her little body. When Lauren was four inches tall or so Elizabeth
tossed the tiny girl over her shoulder. Before she could hit the ground I
swooped through the air and grabbed her.

"Who the fuck are you?" She asked.

I grinned, "My name is Zach, but that doesn't matter to you."

She screamed as I turned us to smoke and corkscrewed into Elizabeth's yawning
cleavage. When we got to my room she was tiny in my hand. I walked over to
a shelf full of empty prison jars and plopped her in one. Then I placed her
on the shelf with all of Elizabeth's other victims. Opposite the shelf was a
wall of big posters of Elizabeth in various poses. I had placed them there to
help speed the process of Elizabeth's victim's giving their souls to my
Mistress. Lauren's eyes seemed fixed on one particular shot of Elizabeth
smiling at the camera, her huge chest shown off by a red spaghetti strap top.
I smirked as she started to play with herself.

"What am I doing?" She squeaked, rubbing her nipples.

"I guess you've got the hots for Elizabeth." I said with a grin. Lauren seemed
to be too occupied by plunging as many fingers as possible into herself to
respond. I chuckled and walked back to my desk.

A few moments later I felt Elizabeth's satisfaction as she received her first
soul fragment from the horny druid.

