Not Another Medallion
by Nomdreserv

This is a work of fiction intended for mature readers. 18 and over please.

All rights reserved by author.


Part 4


Kelly wasn’t sure how magically adept Lisa would turn out to be, so she decided she
wouldn’t take any chances. Her ring with its defensive wards should protect her from
most low level attack spells, and she doubted Lisa would have anything more potent
ready. She slipped the medallion around her neck, hiding it within her shirt, smiling as
she touched it. This artifact was so powerful and easy to use, whoever designed it had to
be a genius. If Lisa was that sorcerous genius, her capture should prove valuable beyond
words.

She passed the time listening contentedly to the rapid, faint tapping from inside the
wastebasket as her tiny captive beat on it frantically, and wondered if Lisa would prove
any more of a challenge to capture. She didn’t have long to wait. The woman she
recognized from lunch appeared in the office outside Karen’s door. She was dressed in
jeans, a casual shirt, and moccasins, and also wore a puzzled expression as she saw Kelly
sitting at Karen’s desk.

“Um, hello,” she said uncertainly.

“Hello,” Kelly called cheerily, standing and walking to the door. She tried to lead Lisa
away from the office, as the drumming on the wastebasket had increased to more
noticeable levels at the sound of Lisa’s voice, accompanied by faint squeaking. Kelly
kept talking to help cover the noise. “Can I help you? I’m afraid we’re closed for the
evening. Did you have an appointment?”

“I was supposed to meet a friend, Karen Rhodes.”

“Oh?” Kelly swiveled her head as though searching the outer office. “I just saw her.
She must be around somewhere. Now where could she have disappeared to?” She
covertly studied Lisa while talking, noting the ring which indicated an Institute affiliation,
and undoubtedly provided the same sort of protection as hers. Kelly’s own ring was an
unmarked version - she had reasons not to attract the attention of other magic users. No
other defensive wards were obvious. “You must be Lisa. I’m Kelly Donas.”

“Lisa Notokrisse. I’ve heard Karen mention you.”

“How sweet of her - only good things I hope. Karen is such a little doll, isn’t she?” A
brief pause and an innocent blink of the eyes accompanied this comment. “Notokrisse? Is
that Greek?”

“Um, yeah.” Lisa had briefly stiffened at Kelly’s choice of words, but the brunette’s face
was so open and friendly (even if sporting a bit too much makeup for her own taste), she
relaxed again. “So where do you think Karen is?”

An extra flurry of barely audible taps from the wastebasket made Kelly reach out to take
Lisa’s arm. “She said she needed to … uh … check out something under office supplies.
In the back.” She started to steer the reluctant Lisa away from Karen’s door.

In her dark prison beneath the trash can, Karen could hear muffled voices but couldn’t
make out the words. Sure that it was Lisa, she screamed and literally threw herself
against the metal wall, actually moving it a millimeter and producing a more audible
thunk.

“What was that?” A surprised Lisa turned towards the apparently empty office.

In the few seconds silence that followed, the faint tapping from Karen’s fists hammering
the wastebasket furiously could be plainly heard. Damn, thought Kelly, shouldn’t have
used a metal container. Oh well, it just meant acting sooner rather than later.

“A … mouse,” she said quickly. “I caught it under the wastebasket. Please don’t open
it. I’m just scared to death of them.”

Lisa looked at her skeptically. She didn’t look particularly frightened, but there was
definitely something under the surface. Her guard came up again.

“Poor little thing,” she said, edging into Karen’s office while watching Kelly cautiously.
“It’s probably more scared of us than we are of it.”

“That’s true,” Kelly admitted, a strange smile forming. “I never thought of that. Well,
do what you want, but I’m staying out of there.”

Lisa shrugged and turned to approach the overturned receptacle. As she did, Kelly
surreptitiously touched the medallion beneath her shirt, her heart jumping in delight as
Lisa immediately shrank a few inches.

Lisa froze, and turned slowly, green eyes burning and face fixed by the anger of
realization.

“You know,” she began quietly. “A good witch or sorceress can cast a spell without their
target ever knowing it.” Her voice hardened. “You’re obviously not one of them. You
have 30 seconds to tell me where Karen is and what’s going on before I take you out.”
She crossed her arms in a menacing stance.

Kelly had no way of knowing it, but Lisa’s threat was purely physical, since her powers
were gone as a result of the medallion’s creation. Nonetheless, her attitude was so
confident and threatening, Kelly actually wondered if she didn’t need to hurry her spell
along. She pretended to be flustered.

“I … I don’t know what you’re talking about. 30 seconds? What … I mean … why …”
In her apparent nervousness, her hands drifted up towards her neck.

Too late, Lisa saw the flash of the metal as Kelly’s hands stopped their wandering and
settled on the artifact. Her anger flared to rage.

“MY MEDALLION!”

In a heartbeat, she had launched herself in a stunningly swift and apparently trained
attack, catching the astounded Kelly in the stomach with a kickboxing blow that doubled
her over, and in the next instant toppling her to the floor with another kick behind the
knees. Kelly hadn’t even caught her breath before Lisa was on top of her, trapping one
arm painfully beneath her body and immobilizing the other by twisting it awkwardly at
the elbow, then pinning it to the floor with her knee. This left both Lisa’s hands free, and
with one, she grabbed Kelly’s hair and forced her head back.

In a panic, Kelly realized the reason Lisa wanted her neck flexed, as her triumphant
attacker used her free hand to reach for the medallion’s chain. She flailed uselessly
against Lisa’s practiced holds.

“OK, bitch,” Lisa spat, twisting Kelly’s hair in her hand and making the now genuinely
frightened woman wince in pain. “How did you get this?” She began to lift the
medallion. “And where’s Karen?”

Lisa was grim but confident in her victory. Whatever this Kelly might know about magic,
she sure didn’t know much about fighting. She’d gone down with almost laughable ease
despite her larger size, and Lisa had only moderate self-defense training. Even now, her
panicky struggles were useless as far as actually breaking Lisa’s holds, though her head
thrashing and twisting were making it difficult to remove the medallion. Lisa needed to
get it away from the other woman’s aura to use it safely, but didn’t dare pull too hard for
fear of damaging it. Still, it was only a matter of time. They seemed roughly equal in
strength, but Lisa’s position and training left her clearly in control.

Or so it seemed. Kelly was apparently stronger than she had seemed at first, suddenly
freeing her arm from Lisa’s pinning knee with a grunt. Lisa had to let go the medallion as
she grabbed it to lock it down again. But she couldn’t. At first, she had started to force it
down, thanks to her leverage and dominant position, but she couldn’t finish it. She
strained and pushed, but they seemed to have reached a sort of stalemate. It was also
getting harder to keep Kelly’s struggling body straddled beneath her - she hadn’t realized
just how big her opponent really was.

A malicious smile replaced the expressions of fear and pain that had distorted Kelly’s
face. With a triumphant cry, she twisted enough to free her other trapped hand, and Lisa
had to release her hair to grab it. Lisa briefly wondered at what large, strong hands Kelly
had - she’d never have guessed it by looking at her. She dismissed the thought as she
struggled with increasing ferocity but less effectiveness at maintaining her position atop
the fallen woman.

Kelly still smiled patiently, as though allowing Lisa to indulge herself, enjoying the look
of increasing surprise and frustration that replaced her early triumph. She seemed to find
their struggle much less taxing, and in fact now began steadily pushing and twisting
Lisa’s arms back, almost at will. She squeezed hard around Lisa’s small hands and was
rewarded with a flash of pain in her opponent’s face. Finally, she grew tired of the game,
and decided enough was ...

“Enough!” she called, literally throwing Lisa into the air and off to the side in a display
of unsuspected strength. Lisa rolled with the throw and came up in a defensive crouch,
ready to attack again. Her less confident hostility, however, was almost immediately
replaced by a sinking dismay as her body sense returned.

First, her clothes felt all wrong, much more obvious now that she was moving again, and
she almost tangled her legs up in her baggy, too long jeans, the cuffs extending several
inches past her feet. Her pants had also slipped halfway down her waist, and she could
feel cool air against her partially bare behind where they had dragged her panties with
them. Second, her shoes, instead of bending with her feet, flopped away, leaving her
barefoot. Realization sobered her. This wasn’t just a few inches.

As if in confirmation, Kelly stood up, straightening her clothes disdainfully and brushing
her hair with her fingers. Lisa swallowed in a suddenly dry throat. Her adversary now
looked to be about eight feet tall, yet her clothes fit perfectly, which meant Lisa ...

“Probably three and a half feet,” Kelly sneered, guessing her thoughts. “And still
shrinking. I left the spell open-ended. So you’d better ... HEY!”

If she had expected her announcement to quell Lisa’s spirit, she was proved dramatically
wrong as the shrinking woman launched herself in another full frontal assault.
Unfortunately, the results for Lisa this time were far less satisfactory. Slamming into
Kelly full force did drive a gasp from her large opponent, but little else. Instead of
toppling her to the ground again as it should, Lisa found herself literally bouncing off her
massive foe, more shaken then her intended victim. She recovered and threw her arms
around Kelly’s legs - barely able to reach around them now - trying to drop her opponent
to the floor and more equal footing.

Alas, their sizes and weights were simply too discrepant now, and though the taller
woman staggered, she didn’t fall. Angry, Kelly decided to mirror Lisa’s earlier hold and
reached down to grab a fistful of hair.

Lisa grunted as Kelly pulled, forced to release her grip around her legs. Kelly was simply
too strong to resist, even if she could have ignored the pain. Unfortunately, instead of
letting go, Kelly pulled even harder, almost lifting Lisa off her feet and leaving her
stretched awkwardly on tiptoes. Even though the pain brought tears to her eyes, Lisa
refused to surrender, and started swinging wildly at Kelly’s stomach, only to find she
couldn’t reach it while Kelly held her at arm’s length.

“Well, well,” Kelly said mockingly. “Quite the little warrior princess aren’t you? And in
this case, let me emphasize the LITTLE.” She watched Lisa’s fists windmill comically,
and a tight-lipped smile returned to her face. “I expected a fight from you, but hardly this
kind. All in all, rather disappoin ... Ouch! Why you little ...”

The interruption had resulted when Lisa realized her legs could still reach where her arms
couldn’t, and she had delivered a forceful (for her size) kick to her taunter’s knee. She
also switched her fists’ attention to Kelly’s restraining arm. It still wasn’t enough to do
much more than irritate Kelly, now more than twice Lisa’s size, and in response, the
angry giantess flexed her arm, literally lifting the struggling woman by the hair twisted in
her hand. As Lisa’s toes left the floor, the pain from her scalp became unbearable.

“Ow, ow, OW!” she cried, trying desperately to pry Kelly’s fingers from her hair.

Kelly sneered contemptuously and dropped Lisa to the floor. Lisa started to sigh as the
lancing pain in her head subsided, but almost immediately doubled over as Kelly landed a
ham-sized fist to her stomach. She staggered back, and Kelly smiled expectantly,
planting her foot on the flopping jeans’ legs dragging behind Lisa’s feet. Sure enough,
Lisa stumbled, literally falling out of her oversize jeans.

She backed away from her triumphant opponent, panting and defeated, though refusing to
admit it. She stood her ground again shakily, and reached beneath her baggy, dress-sized
shirt to grab her slipping panties.

“What’s the matter, Lisa?” Kelly jeered. “Losing your nerve? Or just your underwear?”
She laughed at Lisa’s defiant scowl. “You know what they say, it’s not the size of the
girl in the fight ... Oh, but I guess sometimes it is, huh?”

At about two and a half feet in height, Lisa knew another physical attack was useless.
Her hopes shrank with her body, and her sagging clothes emphasized her dwindling
prospects. She tried to secure her drooping panties over her waist, but they were just too
loose to stay up without being held. Her shirt was knee length and falling, and she could
feel her bra slide uselessly over her small breasts.

If she only had her magic, she thought wildly. But then again, although she didn’t
recognize the ring pattern on Kelly’s finger, she guessed its purpose. Standard spells
probably wouldn’t have much effect anyway. She fingered her own ward ring anxiously,
since it would have already slipped off if she hadn’t been keeping her fist clenched.

Kelly saw her movement and increasing nervousness.

“Don’t worry, short stuff. You can probably keep it on another minute or so, and then
you can wear it as a bracelet.” She took a menacing step forward, and was rewarded with
Lisa scurrying back two. “But, really, I doubt I’ll be needing any other magic to finish
you off, will I?”

“You bitch!” Lisa cried, her voice as high as a child’s. “Afraid to face me in a fair
fight?”

“Fair? What’s fair?” Kelly countered. “It’s FAIR if a butch piece of tomboy ass like
you beats up on a gentle, professional woman like me, but not if I hit back after evening
the odds?” Indulgent smile. “Well, more than even them, eh, sunshine? Sorry, Lisa.
Life’s not fair and neither am I?”

Kelly advanced another step towards the thigh-high woman. Lisa stumbled back in
response, almost falling and having to release the hold on her panties. The
periwinkle-blue, lace-edged satins fell to the floor. Kelly stomped on them with a cry of
delight when Lisa tried to grab them back, then held them up mockingly.

“Oohh! Looks like somebody had plans tonight.”

Lisa’s cheeks burned, and she cursed herself for wearing such a showy, erotic pair. She
had pictured removing them under far different circumstances.

Kelly spun the panties on her finger, then tossed them over her shoulder. “Don’t think
you’ll be keeping that rendezvous, cupcake. It’s just us girls tonight.”

Her words jogged Lisa’s memory.

“Karen!” she cried in a thin, high soprano. “What have you done with Karen?”

Kelly laughed, watching Lisa try to keep her bra and shirt from slipping off her
toddler-sized frame. One shoulder was already bare, and the precarious bra strap it
revealed proved that she’d chosen matching lingerie. Kelly relaxed and began to enjoy
her teasing more as it became obvious Lisa had no recourse from her rapidly dwindling
physical threats.

“I told you, she’s around her somewhere. Careful where you step.” Sudden look of
concern. “Or maybe it’s already too late. Damn, wouldn’t that be ironic if you stepped
on your little friend while we were fighting? Yuck! Better check my shoes.” She lifted a
foot, pretending to inspect her sole.

Lisa went blind with fear and rage. With a high-pitched cry, she threw herself one last
time at Kelly, desperate that if she could just topple her and touch the medallion ...

No luck. In fact, Kelly seemed to anticipate the attack this time, and simply planted her
feet against her knee-high attacker. Lisa hit squarely against her braced knee and fell
back onto her behind with an oomph, the breath driven from her body. Laughing again,
Kelly reached down and snagged the back of Lisa’s shirt with one hand, while fingering
the medallion with the other.

Scrambling back fearfully as she felt the tingle, Lisa slipped easily out of her comically
large shirt, but lost her bra as well. Naked, she retreated a few feet on hands and feet, tiny
buttocks wiggling invitingly, then jumped to her feet and turned at last to run.

The world went dark briefly as a blanket-sized cloth dropped over her head. Clawing
frantically, she finally managed to clear the voluminous fabric from her face, and gasped
to recognize it as her own shirt, at least twice as large as just a few seconds before. That
meant ...

Sure enough, she turned to find herself mid shin level to the now colossal Kelly, almost
too large for her field of vision at this close range. Lisa’s eyes traveled up inexorably, to
find the giantess laughing at her increasingly woeful expression and dangling her sexy but
now apparently hammock-sized bra by the strap.

“34B,” Kelly commented sarcastically. “But I think you’re giving your boobs a little too
much credit there, peewee. Hell, this was probably half-empty before I ever got started.
No wonder you were playing at breast enlargement.” She fingered the decorative lace
edge thoughtfully. “You’ll have to show me that one, by the way - bet it’s lots of fun at
parties.” Kelly nonchalantly dropped the bra over Lisa’s head, and the doll-sized woman
felt herself shrink even more as she wrestled it off. By the time her vision cleared this
time, she found a true giantess bending close, a hand the size of her shrunken body
suspended in front of her, index finger tautly opposed to thumb. She knew she had no
chance to outrun Kelly, so she simply squared her shoulders.

“No matter how big you are, you’re still just a lying, stealing bimbo bitch,” she squeaked
with as much dignity as she could muster. “And if you had the guts to face me on an
equal footing, I’d rip that brainless smirk right off your face.”

Kelly pretended to reel back, aghast, then leaned even closer and narrowed her eyes.

“Big words and bigger threats from such a tiny woman. Whatever will I do?” Grim
smile. “Well, here’s one idea.” She indicated her cocked finger, suddenly snapping it
forward. “Tag. You’re it.”

The finger hit the four inch woman with the force of a mule kick, literally lifting her into
the air and knocking her back the equivalent of several feet. She lay on the ground
gasping to recover the breath driven so painfully from her body.

“Still ... a ... bitch,” she muttered.

She was still gasping when her body was engulfed and squeezed painfully, then swung in
a nauseating arc to a dizzying height. When her vertigo passed, she found herself
clutched in a giant hand and at face level to her tormentor.

“OK, girlfriend, play time’s over.” Kelly flashed the same cold smile that had chilled
Karen, as Lisa squirmed futilely against fingers almost as long as her body. The giantess
casually studied a well-manicured fingernail on her other hand - a fingernail the size and
shape of a large, sharp shovel. She then carefully and slowly drew it along Lisa’s
exposed shoulders and back, leaving a long, red welt. “Let’s get serious.”


END PART 4


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