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 5


Karen had stopped her hammering and yelling, in a desperate attempt to hear what was
happening outside her metal prison. She had never felt so helpless before in her life
(understandable, since she had also never been four inches tall and trapped in an
overturned wastebasket before - a condition pretty much guaranteed to invite feelings of
helplessness). She heard occasional exclamations and cries, but couldn’t make out the
words. Their tone and accompanying noises had convinced her that there was a fight, and
knowing Lisa from a few of their own wrestling matches, her hopes rose, but after several
minutes, they fell again - she could only hear one voice with certainty now, and it
sounded an awful lot like Kelly. In despair, the naked, doll-sized woman sat with her
back against the wall, hugging her knees and waiting.

Time dragged on, and she wondered what Kelly was doing so long if she had trapped Lisa
as she feared. Finally, as the hopelessness of her physical situation set in, Karen decided
to try a different tack. Experimentally, she tried to clear her mind and relax. She
remembered Gregor’s explanation of how the age-changing magic that had caused so
much trouble (including alerting Kelly to Karen’s magical activities), had “imprinted” or
bonded to her. If she could just activate the power now, she could still turn the tables on
Kelly.

Unfortunately, she had no idea how to do so. The magic had only manifested before
because of some malicious mind control commands set in place by a jealous, eight year
old Lisa, and the resultant churning of Karen’s stricken subconscious. Gregor had
professed himself astonished at the magical mayhem that had developed - not only
because of the magnitude and subtlety of the spells (quite unintentional, of course, but
hinting at great potential), but also due to the inherent difficulty of age-changing magic.
It was usually the province of advanced sorcerers, and beginners normally couldn’t hope
to cast such spells (thus the prevalence of medallions to help). Putting it down to Karen’s
mental distress, he had as much as hinted that it was probably only possible because she
had been “a little bit crazy.”

“Not to worry,” he had assured her after seeing her troubled expression. “Actually, just a
touch of lunacy can be quite beneficial in learning magic. Much easier to see beyond the
ordinary. Open minded. More interesting spells. A veritable boon sometimes. And you
have nothing to worry about. You seem right as rain to me now.” The fact that he had
recited this benediction while organizing a package of gummy bears into parade
formation (“Green has to lead,” he had informed them solemnly.) had provided little
comfort.

As Gregor had predicted, her power had disappeared upon the return of her peace of
mind, likely only to return when she reached the proper level of training to access it
normally. Still, if mental anguish had activated it before ...

She squeezed her eyes closed and tried to visualize Kelly getting younger and younger - a
babbling baby, unable to use the medallion and helpless before them. It was a very
satisfying mental picture. She took the image and tried to “solidify” it, the same way Lisa
had taught her to use the medallions. The image became real in her mind, and she was
sure she could feel a tingle. Yes! Soon, Lisa could take the medallion from the forlorn
infant and ...

Her thoughts and conviction were interrupted as the wastebasket was unexpectedly lifted
from around her, leaving her sprawled naked on her back and squinting into the sudden,
dazzling light.

And also into the giant, smiling face of a completely unaffected Kelly. Karen blinked
several times as her hopes dissipated, then gasped as she saw the toy-sized figure clutched
in Kelly’s hand.

“Lisa!” she squeaked.

“Surprise!” Kelly answered. “Look who I found.”

Lisa’s head had been hanging, but it came up at Karen’s squeak, and suddenly she started
struggling against the immovable fingers around her body.

“Karen!” she piped. “Oh, thank God, thank God! She said you ... I mean, I thought ...”
She hammered at Kelly’s top finger, producing a light tapping which made the giantess
smile. “Put me down, damn it!”

“Still the tigress.” Kelly shook her head in disbelief. “Maybe you need another lesson
after all. Hmmm. But then again, who am I to keep friends apart?”

She opened her fist, and Lisa dropped, kicking and flailing, on what seemed to be a 60
foot drop to the floor. She screamed in spite of herself as she saw the ground race
towards her, and closed her eyes to brace for impact.

Instead, her stomach flipped as Kelly caught her, once more driving the breath from her
body as the huge fingers squeezed her securely, then swung her back into the air at
sickening speed, faster and sharper than any roller coaster. Once more she found herself
facing Kelly’s smug face, plate-sized teeth glistening a menacing white as she smiled in
open triumph.

“Oh no. I’m not done with you yet, little lady. You’re not going anywhere until we’ve
had a chance to talk. Though, come to think of it ...” She opened her fist again, but this
time she used her finger and thumb to grasp Lisa’s hands, completely engulfing them.
She dangled the kicking, nude woman speculatively. “I don’t know. Would a four foot
drop kill you or not? I mean, acceleration’s a constant, right? You wouldn’t hit very
hard. But then again, you’re pretty fragile, aren’t you? These little ribs are so delicate.”
Her other hand came up, and she tapped Lisa’s chest experimentally, making the tiny
woman wince. “Probably wouldn’t take much to break them. So much to learn.”

Karen had watched in horror, and unconsciously began edging away from the threatening
giantess before her. Suddenly, Kelly’s high-heeled foot - a car sized shoe with a stiletto
heel as thick as a fence post - slammed into the ground next to her. She felt the ordinarily
insignificant thud like a small tremor, and the force of air and loud slamming noise made
her drop to her knees and cover her ears.

“Careful, Karen,” Kelly boomed. “I’d hate to lose track of you down there. Can’t watch
every step.”

Lisa swung kicking and yelling, her high-pitched voice barely carrying to Karen on the
floor. “Leave her alone! Damn it! Why are you doing this?”

“Why, why, why,” Kelly repeated in irritation. “Everyone’s always asking me why.
Well, why did you shrink and enlarge those women at lunch today?”

Lisa stopped kicking, simply staring in surprise.

“And you were SO discreet playing with your little toy, weren’t you?” She held Lisa
teasingly close to the medallion shining on her chest. “Well, now it’s my toy. And so are
you.” Smug defiance. “Now, back to business.”

She dropped Lisa a few inches (or feet, by Lisa’s perspective) onto Karen’s desk, then
swiftly reached down to scoop up the still kneeling Karen. A few seconds later, she also
tumbled onto the desktop.

Standing shakily, Karen looked around in disbelief at the alien landscape of her once so
familiar desk. Her computer keyboard covered the area of a small room, with each key as
large as a floor tile, and the adjacent mouse was the size of a chair. The monitor loomed
as large as a movie screen, and the words of the document displayed on it seemed a bit
blurry to her new perspective - she could actually see the dots that made up its display.
Her pens and pencils lay like discarded pieces of lumber on the paper she had been
writing on, and the paper itself had a perceptible thickness now, like poster board. She
could only read a few of the words nearby - each letter the size of her hand, and the
sentences stretching almost beyond sight. With a start, she realized she was the same
height as her coffee mug, and could fit easily inside it. In fact, she had to fight thoughts
of doing just that - the urge to hide somewhere and seek protection was almost
overwhelming. She needed to get away from this vast openness that left her feeling so
exposed and jittery. In shock, she realized it was probably just how a mouse felt as it ran
for its hiding hole.

She jumped at the touch on her shoulder, spinning to find a somewhat battered Lisa, her
face full of concern. In relief, she fell into Lisa’s embrace. They spoke simultaneously.

“Oh, Karen, thank God you’re OK. I was so worried ...”

“Lisa! I am so sorry. Please ...”

Abandoning their attempts at explanations, they hugged silently for several seconds, tears
of relief coming unbidden to both. Then, Karen finally pushed back and wiped her eyes,
taking in Lisa’s appearance at close range. Her hair was disheveled and twisted, and her
body was marred by several large bruises and mysterious, long, red welts.

“Lisa?” she gasped. “What happened?”

Lisa merely grimaced, but a rumbling chuckle from above redirected their attention.
Kelly had leaned close to hear them speak, but now stood tall again, laughing down at
them. Casually, she sat in Karen’s chair and pulled in close to their face level.

“Your friend and I had a slight disagreement about my keeping the medallion,” Kelly
explained. “And when little Xena there decided to get rough, I had to teach her a lesson.”
Half smile. “Well, several lessons, actually. Guess she’s a slow learner. But I think we
understand each other now, right Lisa?”

“Better than you think, bitch,” Lisa spat.

Out of nowhere, Lisa’s finger appeared in front of the defiant woman, and with a flick,
Lisa flew across the table, landing doubled up and clutching her stomach, once more
gasping for breath. Kelly’s face glowered.

“I warned you about your language, Lisa,” she said angrily. “Now apologize the way I
taught you, and let’s show Karen how well you’ve learned your lessons.”

Lisa closed her eyes stubbornly, refusing to acknowledge her, and Kelly’s anger
transformed to a grim smile.

“After all, if Karen can’t learn her lessons from you by example, I may have to teach
them to her myself.”

Lisa’s eyes flew open.

“No!” she shrieked, climbing to her knees, pain forgotten. “Don’t. I’ll ... I’ll do it.”
Kelly’s face remained set. “I ... I mean, I’m sorry ...” her body almost shook as she
finished “Mistress Kelly.”

Karen’s jaw dropped, then set again, seeing Lisa’s not quite controlled tears of anger and
shame, while Kelly clapped her hands approvingly. Karen’s own confusion and fear were
replaced by an unexpected anger.

“Kelly! What do you think you’re doing?” She had to shout not only to vent her feelings,
but to make sure she was heard. “We’re women, not slaves, or toys to ...”

She was interrupted as Kelly pursed her lips and blew at her, the seemingly near gale
force wind tearing her words away and almost physically pushing her back. Kelly
laughed as Karen was forced to cover her face in shelter.

“Not from where I sit, sweetie. Right now you’re only waist high to a Barbie doll - hell,
you’re even short for a toy.” She paused as she looked them over critically, Lisa slowly
struggling back onto her feet. “Not much by Barbie standards anyway. Karen, you’ve
got the boobs, but you’re just a bit too chunky.” Karen blushed in spite of the seemingly
minor consequence of her appearance under the circumstances, but still moved her hands
self-consciously over her breasts and crotch. Kelly noticed her attempt to cover her pubic
hair and smirked. “At least I know now you’re a natural redhead. Frankly, I had my
doubts. And Lisa - with your figure, you’d never qualify as anything but one of those
lame “Proud to be Me” dolls they make for girls with no figures.” She reached her finger
down, and Lisa stiffened, expecting another blow. Instead, she used the tip to lift Lisa’s
chin. “But I will grant you your eyes - I think they’re the clearest green I’ve ever seen.
Very nice.” Playful tap that staggered Lisa back a step. “Now then, my little dolls, what
do we do next?”

Karen’s hopes rose. “Change us back, Kelly. Please. We’ll forget about the games, and
you can keep the medallion!”

“Karen, Karen,” Kelly reproved her gently. “It wasn’t really a question. And as for my
keeping the medallion, that’s already decided, cupcake. But you two - well, I’m still
thinking how best to handle that.” She stood again. “Tell you what. Let’s see if I can
trust you. Trust is so important for a relationship, isn’t it? I want the two of you to sit
here quietly and wait for me while I go back to my office. I need to make a couple of
phone calls that I’d just as soon you didn’t listen in on. After that, we’ll go home to ...
discuss things. OK?”

“Home?” Karen squeaked.

“My apartment,” Kelly answered. “At least for a while, we’ll consider you guests.” She
giggled. “Little, tiny guests. I’ll be back in a few minutes. If you wait quietly, maybe I’ll
let you stay this size and ride up front in the car with me. If not ... well, there are less
comfortable ways to travel. Understood?”

Karen nodded defeatedly. Lisa simply stood sullenly.

“Right, LISA?” Kelly asked, fingering the medallion warningly.

“Yes ... MISTRESS Kelly.” She was back to spitting out her words.

Short laugh. “That’s my girls.” She turned to leave, briefly looking over her shoulder.
“I’m gonna close the door, just so you don’t get any ideas. I don’t think I’ll have much
trouble finding you in here if you try anything. Remember, you can be dolls ... or bugs.
Let’s keep things warm and friendly.”

The door closed, leaving two naked, dazed women alone on a desk the size of a football
field.

“Megabitch,” Lisa exhaled.

“Lisa.” Karen looked her friend over again, wincing at the bruises and swollen areas. “I
am so sorry.”

“Only hurt my pride,” Lisa smiled weakly. “But she got me there good. Damn! If I’d
only had another minute at her size.” Cleansing sigh. “Well, more to look forward to
when we get her back. Revenge is best served cold, and payback’s a bitch, and Kelly
qualifies on both counts.”

Karen was looking over the precipice-like ledge of her desk.

“Any ideas?” she asked, giving up on any thoughts of jumping.

“We may need help,” Lisa admitted dryly, trying a joke to relieve the tension. “She’d be
tough to take out at any size while she holds the medallion.” Her eyes lit up. “Unless ...
your age magic! If you ...”

Karen shook her head. “Already tried it. Nothing.”

“Come on, Karen. It’s there. Just concentrate, and ...”

“I tried it!” Karen snapped, cutting off the expected lecture. “Even felt like it worked.
Nothing. Either she’s immune, or we admit Gregor’s right - I’m cut off from it until I
learn more advanced controls.”

“Or lose control,” Lisa thought, before adding aloud. “OK. How about something more
mundane.” She looked around the desk, while Karen approached her computer keyboard
in wonder. The sensation of its size was disorienting yet magnetic. Only an hour ago,
she had been typing effortlessly, and now ... Could she even work the keys? Drawn
irresistibly, she felt the smooth plastic surface, seemingly boundless at this close range.
The frame stood as high as a counter, and she climbed onto the edge with slight difficulty.
Putting out her foot gingerly, she moved onto her keyboard, stepping on the keys
experimentally, every footfall marked by a click as the key sank beneath her. She started
a bizarre and incongruous dance, hopping from key to key in apparent abandon, her tiny
breasts jiggling with each jump.

Lisa shook her head in wonder and muttered, “OK, that’s useful.” Meanwhile, she
continued to look questingly around the titanic desk. With a cry of triumph, she spotted
the phone and its programmed buttons, and called out. “Karen, stop fooling around and
give me a hand. You’ve got speed dial to home, right?”

Karen slid down off the keyboard and looked doubtfully at the car-sized phone.

“Um, yeah, but should we ...?”

Lisa was already pushing vainly at the huge receiver handle.

“Oof! C’mon, help me push this thing.”

Together, they put their shoulders under the nested plastic, and finally, after heaving and
struggling, managed to dislodge it from its cradle. The heavy handle crashed to the desk,
almost catching Karen beneath it, the dial tone humming accusingly. She looked around
nervously to confirm the door was still safely closed.

“Hurry,” Lisa said, climbing the phone’s front, using the flagstone-size buttons as
supports. “Get around to the mouthpiece. You’re gonna have to yell into it. Now, which
button?”

“One.”

Lisa identified it, took a deep breath, and jumped with all her weight onto it. She felt a
reluctant click, her body barely heavy enough to press it, then tumbled to the desk,
banging her knees on the way. Scrambling back up, she raced to the earpiece, already
hearing rings as the call connected.

“Come on, come on,” she coaxed, as three rings became four. Then she heard a click as
the phone was answered. “OK, go!” she called.

“Hello! Hello!” Karen screamed. “Bob, can you hear me?”

“Hello,” a calm voice returned. “You have reached ...”

“Damn,” Lisa grimaced. “Never mind. Answering machine.” The recording droned on.
“Geez, Karen. Why do you guys have such a long message?” At last, the beep sounded,
and she again signaled.

“Bob, it’s Karen,” she yelled. “Lisa and I have been shrunk by Kelly. We’re at the
office, but ...”

But something was wrong. The phone was growing quickly in front of her, the
mouthpiece already taller, with holes big enough to put a fist through, and her voice was
getting fainter and fainter. Looking over, Lisa was also dwarfed by the now house sized
phone, and they exchanged panicked expressions of realization.

“Well, well,” Kelly’s voice boomed. “I guess we’re going to do it the hard way. Good.”
Her gargantuan hand appeared and replaced the phone handle, cutting the connection.
Karen’s heart jumped, noticing that even Kelly’s fingernails were as long as she was,
making her all of an inch or so tall. The world swam, almost too large to comprehend,
and Kelly now stood as a 300 foot high giantess, more than filling her field of vision. A
hand as large as a room reached for her, then stopped.

“Hmm,” the woman-mountain rumbled. “You guys are a little tough to grab safely at
this size. Let’s, oh, say, double your size.”

Karen and Lisa now stood a bit over two inches tall.

“There,” Kelly said in satisfaction. “Now I can at least tell if I’m crushing you.”
Wicked smile. “Not to give anything away.” Serious again. “Well, since I can’t trust
you, we need to find something to keep you out of trouble. Let me see ...” She opened
her purse. “Oohh. Lisa, this might even be your shade.”

She pulled out a lipstick tube, opened it, and screwed up a cool, red pillar. As a puzzled
Karen and Lisa watched, she sensuously and languidly applied a coat to her lips, then
carefully checked the results in a pocket mirror.

“Perfect,” she decided. Unexpectedly, her hand swept out and gathered a kicking Lisa
up. “Here we go, tomboy. Time to expose you to the womanly art of cosmetics.”

Grasping Lisa’s body firmly, she pushed the tiny woman’s legs into the yielding, waxy
substance of the lipstick. When she pulled her hand back, Lisa was buried to her waist in
the tube, struggling uselessly against the thick pigment, her hands turning red as she dug
at its surface.

Kelly smiled, then twisted the lipstick several times, laughing as Lisa spun into and out of
the tube, arms flailing. Satisfied, she started to slip the top back on, and Lisa covered her
head protectively, fortunately also drawing her arms in enough to avoid being hit by the
metal case.

“Now there’s a makeup accessory I’ve never considered,” Kelly mused. “Maybe I can
train her to put on a flawless coat.”

“You ... you bitch!” Karen gasped in disbelief. “Let her out! She could suffocate.”

Kelly leaned in closer, reaching unseen back into her purse.

“Sorry, Karen. I can hardly hear you.” She faked concern. “You seem upset, so why
not... take a powder.” She whisked a blush kit into view, opened it, and blew over it at
Karen, sending out a puff of coral smoke. The tiny woman coughed and waved at the
choking dust storm, even as it turned her half pink where it settled.

“Missed a spot,” Kelly joked, pointing at Karen’s still milky white buttocks.

Before Karen knew what was happening, Kelly had started painting the rest of her body
with the brush, tickling and teasing her mercilessly even as she tried to cover her private
and sensitive areas. She swatted vainly at the invasive brush, but couldn’t stop herself
laughing and crying from the tickling as it moved along her ribs and feet. Finally, Kelly
stepped back, leaving Karen a uniform rose pink.

“Much better,” she decided. “Definitely a good color on you.” She considered the blush
case thoughtfully. “No, too small. Don’t want to squish you. Yet.” She closed the case.
“Let’s just go with the change purse.”

With another deft motion, the small purse appeared, opened, and Karen was dropped
ignominiously into its gaping maw. With a snap, she was again trapped in darkness.

“Time for a girls’ night out,” Kelly said aloud, more to herself than her tiny captives.
She placed them in her purse, gathered up the discarded clothes left behind, then walked
briskly out, obviously elated by her afternoon’s work.

Life was good, and the night was young.

END PART 5


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