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 7

Lisa could feel the cedar shavings shift next to her as the cat’s claw raked the cage. In
another second, she’d move into the trough the swipe left and be in range herself. She
dug into the mulch, trying to crawl back to the safety of the corner, but the
earthquake-like shaking of the cage prevented any purposeful movement. She could hear
Karen screaming, mostly buried in the shifting shavings and still in relative safety. A
small part of her mind at least hoped that when the cat took her, it would forget about the
almost hidden figure squirming nearby.

Suddenly, a booming voice - now joyously reassuring so recently after being despised -
came to their rescue.

“Shoo! Scat!” Kelly ordered, waving her hands and hurling a cushion that dispatched the
fearsome hunter, though the cat yowled its protest before disappearing from the table.
“You can’t eat them yet!” Kelly peered through the plastic at the cowering women,
panting and shaking in their nest of cedar shavings. “Are you all right?” she asked,
sounding genuinely concerned. When both tiny figures started to stir, hardly daring to
move and still too unnerved to speak, she relaxed. “I see you’ve met Hecate. Isn’t she a
beauty? She’s a Bombay - did you know they originally bred them to be like little
panthers?” She watched the two women stand shakily, cedar shavings stuck to the
lipstick all over their bodies and in their hair. “Geez, you’re a mess,” she commented
dryly, “I should have picked up the little bathtub, too.” She continued when she saw
them looking fearfully around. “Don’t worry. She’s gone. For now.” Reproving smile.
“Silly girls. Did you think the cage was to keep you in? I’m not worried about that - I
mean, where are you going to go? It was to keep you safe while you’re my guests.
Hecate can be temperamental with strangers.” She giggled. “Especially strange, little
mice like you.”

“You could have warned us,” Karen called.

Kelly frowned. “I can barely hear you, Karen, especially through that cage. Your voice
is just too high and thin.” She pursed her lips thoughtfully. “This will never do. I need
you to be able to … hmm.” She closed the door securely this time. “You two relax. Let
me get us a little something to calm your nerves. Then we’ll see about making you more
comfortable. And audible.”

She walked away, her figure wavering and increasingly distorted with distance through
the neon plastic wall, finally disappearing into an adjoining room. Soon they heard
cupboards opening and closing, dishes being moved, and water running. Lisa and Karen
huddled together in the cage, mortified beyond words at the situation. After reassuring
each other that they had emerged relatively unscathed, they tried to take stock.

“Naked, filthy, and trapped in a hamster cage,” Karen summed up.

“And those are the good points,” Lisa replied, smiling grimly. Don’t forget Hecate. And
Kelly. Between the two, I’d almost rather face the cat again.”

“I wonder what she’s planning?” Karen asked. She tried to brush the wood chips out of
her hair.

“I’m afraid to guess,” Lisa replied grimly. She also began picking the thick cedar
shavings off her body. “She wants something from us.”

Karen was thirsty, and finally overcame her embarrassment enough to drink from the
water bottle. Stooping by the metal pipe, she touched her mouth to the suspended drop
and was rewarded with a faceful of water, a small amount entering her open lips. Twice
more she drank, drenching her upper body with the metallic tasting water. She paused,
wiping her mouth.

“Gotta hand it to the hamsters - they make it look easy. I guess I’m getting that bath after
all.” She noticed the spilled water had been soaked up by the wood shavings, and was
uncomfortably reminded of another bodily function, for which the litter was specifically
designed. At least she didn’t have to face that prospect yet.

“We’ll both get a lot of practice if we don’t get out of here,” Lisa returned, examining the
cage walls more closely. “And find some way of getting help.”

They explored their prison carefully. The plastic walls appeared several inches thick to
their perspective, and the door and tunnel openings were now securely fastened, leaving
no immediate hope for an escape. Not that they were sure they’d leave the cage right now
even if they could, knowing Hecate waited somewhere outside, but they needed to know
if they could get out when an opportunity arose. Digging through the cedar mulch
revealed only the smooth surface of the plastic tray base, and prospects for immediate
escape seemed to drop from slim to none.

In the kitchen, a teakettle whistled.

“Tea?” Karen asked in disbelief. “She shrinks us, humiliates us, beats us, and her stupid
cat almost kills us, and she’s making tea?”

“Gregor would approve. He says there’s never a bad time for tea.”

“Bet he never said that while waiting in a hamster cage.”

Three minutes later, Kelly reappeared, carrying a platter with a tea service which she set
on the coffee table.

“Like your new home?” she asked solicitously, coming over to smile down on them.

“Come in and find out,” Lisa suggested.

Kelly pretended to consider.

“No, I don’t think so,” she laughed politely. “But I would like a chance to get to know
my sister witches better. Maybe we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot.”

“You think so, MISTRESS Kelly” Lisa shouted sarcastically.

“Now, now. I may have overreacted a little, but you did give me a rather nasty
introduction yourself. It’s no wonder I felt a little angry. After all, you two felt no
compunctions about going around and shrinking others, but let somebody else try it on
you, and you’re ready to throw daggers. Is that it?”

“Yeah, well ...” Lisa mumbled.

Karen intervened. “We’ve always reversed spells we’ve cast before anyone got hurt.
And we never shrank anyone like this, especially against their will.”

Kelly appeared thoughtful and remained silent for several seconds.

“OK,” she said quietly. “Maybe I was wrong. It’s not every day a magic item like this
becomes available. I did get a little carried away. Let’s talk about it.” She paused,
indicating the tea service on the table. “I made us some tea as a peace offering. Since it’s
so hard to hear you, I’ll grow you back a little.” She grew stern. “But only a little for
now, until I’m sure I can trust you. And no tricks, or attempts to grab this.” She patted
her neck to indicate the artifact. “Or we’ll need a magnifying glass to find you.”

She opened the cage and put in her hand, this time making no effort to forcefully grab the
naked women, but simply waiting for them to climb on. As further evidence of how
small they were, Karen realized they could both fit on the same palm, and they climbed
on reluctantly together. As soon as they did, their stomachs churned as Kelly whisked
them into the air at what seemed like rocket speed.

She set them gently together on the couch, then stepped across to the other side of the
table to sit in a wing chair she had pulled over to face them. She lifted the medallion
from beneath her blouse as Karen and Lisa stared longingly.

“Let’s see if I can do this right,” she mused.

“I CAN DO IT!” Lisa shouted.

“I’m sure you can, dear,” Kelly snickered. “But I’m not that stupid. OK, hang on.”

First it was Karen. Lisa saw her gasp, then found herself looking up into her friend’s
face, then shoulder, then her large breasts, apparently double their normal generous size.
Lisa almost reached out to touch her in awe before she felt the same jolt, followed by a
sinking feeling in her stomach. She was growing, and tensed unconsciously as she waited
to see if she’d be big enough to launch another attack on their captor.

She looked around as the tingling subsided. The room was still huge, but looked less like
an alien landscape as they at least approached a recognizable scale. Karen even looked
normal to her, but Lisa realized this was purely relative. Sitting in mid cushion, their feet
still didn’t reach the couch edge, and she guessed they were probably about one and a half
feet tall - probably about knee level to Kelly, and still too small for any reasonable
attempt to overpower her. She relaxed a bit, ruling out another physical challenge for
now.

“There,” Kelly decided, as though reading her mind. “That should be just big enough for
us to talk comfortably but not give Lisa any ideas to start beating on me again.” She
leaned forward to pick up the teapot. “Shall I pour?” After looking at them sweetly, she
laughed. “What a silly question. Of course I should.” She poured out half cups for
Karen and Lisa, and a full one for herself. “Sugar, lemon, milk?”

“Um, sugar,” Karen piped, her voice louder but still almost mouse high in pitch. She was
trying to adjust to the bizarre ritual of taking tea with their recent tormentor.

Lisa was having even more difficulty, crossing her arms defiantly and remaining sullenly
silent.

Kelly prepared the cups.

“You know,” she began. “This reminds me of tea parties with my dolls when I was a
girl.” She paused and eyed them meaningfully. “Though my dolls were never so
anatomically correct.”

Karen blushed, suddenly feeling more naked than ever. She squirmed, pressing her
thighs as tightly together as she could and bringing her arms up across her breasts. Lisa’s
crossed arms also moved to a more strategic location.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Kelly apologized, while still smiling at their discomfort. “Did I
embarrass you. Of course I did. You’re so obviously real, naked women at this size,
whereas before it was easy to pretend you were just toys, I forgot how you must feel.
Wait just a minute.” She stood, handing them each a napkin. “You can clean up a bit
while I get something.”

She walked quickly from the room, barely giving Lisa enough time to scramble to the
couch edge and gauge how far the drop was to the floor before returning. She held out a
couple of pastel silk scarves.

“Here. You can probably do something with these.” She smiled again. “I’ll even turn
my back.”

As a side benefit of their increased size, Karen and Lisa were able to easily remove the
lipstick residue which hadn’t grown with them, and brush off the remaining cedar
shavings stuck to their bodies. They each improvised a makeshift sarong with their
scarves, the silk still remarkably smooth and sensuous even at their small size.
Surprisingly, Karen felt her nipples stiffen as the fabric slid against them, and a sort of
warmth spread through her breasts and into her body. At the same time, a pleasant
perfume from the silk became obvious, apparently one of those essences activated by
body temperature. She found it strangely soothing, and breathed in deeply. Lisa also
noticed it with an appreciative sigh.

“Ready or not,” Kelly sang, turning in time to see them finish arranging their wraps.
“Very fetching, girls. ‘A’ for resourcefulness.” She sat again and held up a teacup.
“Lisa, you didn’t say how you liked your tea.”

“Maybe that’s because I don’t want any tea,” Lisa growled.

“Oh, I see.” Kelly looked hurt. “Here I am trying to be nice and get over our bad start -
trying to act the proper hostess.” Suddenly her brow darkened, and her voice became
quietly threatening. “I don’t like someone refusing my hospitality or a peace offering,
Lisa. Maybe it was a mistake thinking you could act the part of a lady. Maybe you’d
rather SWIM in your tea.” She fingered the medallion thoughtfully.

Lisa paled, any doubts about the friendliness of the tea party resolved. However, it was
Karen who answered for her.

“Please, Kelly. It’s understandable. She’ll take lemon and sugar.” She turned to Lisa
imploringly and mouthed “Don’t leave me alone.” Lisa nodded acceptingly.

Kelly’s sunny smile returned. “That’s better.” She handed over the teacups, small and
dainty china to her fingers, but oversize soup bowls to Karen and Lisa. “These are the
smallest cups I have,” she apologized. “Too bad I don’t still have my toy tea service.”

“Yeah, a shame,” Lisa mumbled, trying to keep the heavy bowl of steaming liquid steady
in her hand. “Don’t drink,” she whispered to Karen without turning her head.

As though she had heard, Kelly immediately chimed in. “Drink up, girls. It’s not a
proper tea party if you don’t.” Seeing them hesitate, she looked meaningfully at the cage
and added, “Otherwise, my feelings might be hurt ...”

Lisa and Karen lifted their cups in the same motion and took a tiny sip. Almost
surprisingly, the tea was quite good, and Karen found herself immediately savoring a
second sip. Again, an almost palpable warmth spread through her.

Kelly watched them drink a few seconds, taking an appreciative taste from her own cup.

“My own special blend,” she explained, then laughed at Lisa’s expression. “And if it
makes you feel any better, I promise there’s nothing poisonous in it.” Now, Karen’s eyes
went wide, provoking another laugh. “Didn’t even think about that, did you, Karen?
Now, Lisa there was much more suspicious, and properly so, about drinking tea at a
witch’s house. Not that you had much choice, of course.”

She continued to smile benignly and watch them drink. As suspicious as she was, Lisa
also found herself quickly finishing her cup, not only because of Kelly’s watchful eye, but
due to the delicious quality of the tea. It was hard not to immediately take another sip as
the wonderful flavor of the last faded.

“Cookies?” Kelly offered, holding a plate with confections the size and thickness of a
deep dish pizza.

“Um, no thanks,” they each demurred, preferring to savor the fine tea.

“Very well.” Kelly leaned back. “So let’s talk. How long have you been practicing
magic, Karen?”

Karen hesitated, but couldn’t see any harm in answering.

“Just a few weeks. We only discovered I even had potential by accident.”

“Really? And yet you’re walking around with an artifact this powerful?”

“Well, that’s really Lisa’s and Gregor’s handiwork, not mine.” She paused. Now why
did she mention Gregor’s name? She didn’t want to volunteer any information Kelly
couldn’t already guess. Lisa also looked at her in shock.

“I see. You’ll have to tell me more about this Gregor. How about you, Lisa? Have you
been practicing long?”

“A while,” Lisa answered noncommittally, biting her tongue when she was tempted to
add more.

“Of course. Finish your tea, Lisa. I see Karen’s already set for more.” She smiled and
poured, adding to both cups.

Karen didn’t know if it was from drinking the hot tea, but she felt a warm flush moving
through her body, settling in her pelvis in an unexpectedly intimate manner. She
squirmed a bit on the couch. Damn! She was actually getting wet! In this situation and
under these circumstances, she couldn’t imagine what was wrong with her, but there was
no denying the way her erect nipples also poked accusingly through the silk fabric. She
was so embarrassed, she could only hope Kelly and Lisa didn’t notice.

Of course, if she had paid attention, she would have seen Lisa’s nipples also standing
noticeably at attention, and Lisa’s free hand as she balanced her cup on her lap moved
unconsciously to gently rub her own thigh.

Kelly noticed the changes in both and smiled serenely. “This is nice. Me and my two
new dolls. Let’s try a little test, OK? Now that we’re friends, let’s be honest with each
other. Sometimes it’s just so easy to open up in these intimate little gatherings. You’re
married, right, Karen?”

“Yes.”

“What’s your husband like?”

Karen found herself rhapsodizing about Bob: their closeness and compatibility,
concentrating on his good qualities, but also surprisingly forthcoming about his few bad
habits, opening up in a way that surprised her in front of a relative stranger.

Kelly seemed to be gauging her answers and suddenly interrupted. “And how is he in
bed?”

Karen gaped. How dare she presume ... as if she would answer ... wait, why not rub it in?

“He’s great,” she answered smugly. “He’s always been as much interested in my
pleasure as his own, maybe more.” She squirmed as her warmth and vaginal wetness
increased with her memories. “I usually come at least twice when we make love, and
sometimes I’ll climax three or even four times when we can take our time.”

Lisa stared, mouth open, at Karen’s startling and inappropriate frankness.

“How wonderful.” Kelly still smiled, all sweetness and innocence. “So, when did he
fuck you last?”

That did it, thought Karen. Rude and crude. Well, she could just forget ...

“Last night,” she suddenly heard herself saying. “We did it for an hour before going to
sleep. I came twice.”

She stopped, now sitting as dumbfounded and open-mouthed as Lisa.

“I like a man who takes his time. I’ll have to meet him. Now, Lisa,” she turned slightly.
“You seem more uptight than Karen. Maybe you’re not getting enough. When did you
last get fucked?” The words were incongruous with the continued sweet smile and tone.

“Su ...” Lisa paused, struggling, before continuing through gritted teeth. “Sunday night.”

Now Karen stared in horror. Surely Lisa wasn’t going to say anything about their
threesome last weekend.

“Really? Was he any good?”

“Y ... yes,” she bit the word off, but found herself adding, “Very good.”

“You and Karen both seem lucky in love. I’d have thought you’d be in a better mood.
So, who’s doing you?”

Lisa fought, but the answer forced its way past her tight lips. “Bob.”

Finally, it seemed they had surprised Kelly, and her eyes went wide in amazement.

“Not Karen’s Bob?”

“Yes.”

“Lisa!” Karen yelled in reprimand. “What are you doing?”

Kelly shook her head. “My, my, this is a surprise.” She looked at Karen, expecting
shock. “But evidently not to you. You knew about this, Karen?”

“I was there. He did us both,” she replied archly.

“Karen, you astonish me,” Kelly laughed. “You seem so quiet and proper at work, and
here you’re having wild threesomes.” A speculative look. “Or more? You have any
other participants in your little orgies?”

“No,” they chorused indignantly.

“Wait. Let me guess. You two were lovers first, right?”

This time, an affirmation in unison.

Kelly threw her head back in laughter.

“My God! Karen a bisexual witch - if the office only knew. But wait, maybe they will.”
A hard edge now clearly showed through her smile.

Realization finally crystallized in Lisa’s mind. With an angry gesture, she threw her cup
and remaining tea on the floor.

“A truth spell,” she snarled for Karen’s benefit.

“Duh,” Kelly mocked. “And you’re supposed to be the smart one?” She laughed at the
tiny woman’s impotent rage. “See, Karen, don’t be too hard on yourself or Lisa - you
can’t help answering my questions.”

Karen, now humiliated mentally and physically, asked in disbelief, “Why? So you can
ask us embarrassing questions about our sex lives?”

“Oh, hardly, little doll.” Kelly leaned forward, more serious. “To find out about much
more important things, I assure you. The sex questions were just to make sure the spell
was in full effect. Now we can get down to business. For example, Karen, I hardly hope
you have anything else worth taking, but I’ll ask anyway. Do you own any other useful
magic items or spells?”

Despite every attempt to first say nothing, then hoping to mislead with partial truths,
Karen found herself describing the age medallion Lisa had given her. Kelly’s mouth
dropped again.

“Surprise after surprise. This is my lucky day. Well, I’ve never thought about age
regression or progression either, but I’m sure it will come in handy. And you’ll certainly
never use it again. Lisa!” she barked. “What’s the most powerful magic you know?”

“I ... I ...” Lisa trembled in her futile attempt to keep from answering. “I know sleep,
stun, speed, slow, fire and heal spells.”

Kelly nodded. “Basic stuff. Continue. What other magicks do you possess?”

“I have potions for shrinking, growing, amazon muscle growth ...”

“My, you are a kinky little witch, aren’t you?”

Lisa continued, despite tears in her eyes as she looked pleadingly but helplessly at Karen.
“Love potions, aphrodisiacs, and mind control. I have an antimagical ring for protection -
or did. You have that now. And a wand to store mana ...”

“Stop,” Kelly commanded. “Mind control? What level potions? Do you have them in
your spellbook?”

“Yes. I have potion strengths one to five ...”

“Level five?” Kelly hissed. “How does a second rate bimbo witch like you get access to
level five mind control spells?” She paused speechlessly, trying to calm herself.

Of course, Lisa felt compelled to answer the basically rhetorical question.

“I was granted access ...”

“Never mind!” Kelly snapped, then smiled thinly. “You must be more of a goody-goody
than I would have guessed based on your attraction to those fetish spells.” She smoothed
her shirt primly. “They wouldn’t let me learn any of those before I was ... um, before I
resigned from the Institute.”

“Kicked out?” Lisa commented. “Good judgment on their part.” She also squirmed as
she spoke, feeling as though the room temperature must be rising. She hoped that was
sweat between her thighs but suspected otherwise as she stole a look at Karen. God, she
looked attractive wrapped in that pink and yellow scarf, thighs half bare and stiff-tipped
breasts outlined clearly through the sheer fabric. She scolded herself for thinking about
sex while Kelly tortured them, but her thoughts started to drift anyway.

“But not on yours,” Kelly shot back. She noticed the sweat forming on both their
foreheads and deliberately leaned back in her chair, crossing one gigantic leg over the
other, her skirt riding up. Despite their anger, Karen and Lisa found themselves watching
her with dry mouths, her massive, stocking-clad legs moving smoothly and powerfully,
revealing thighs thicker than their whole bodies. Despite her experiences with Lisa, this
sort of thinly disguised lusting after another woman caught Karen completely off guard.
Could it be a side effect of the shrinking and Kelly’s apparent size?

“You see, dolls,” Kelly continued. “As long as we’re being open, I’ll admit power has
always been my fascination, especially power over other people. I thought magic would
be my ticket to an easy ride, but the small, timid minds at the Institute decided I didn’t
rate their precious knowledge. So, I told ‘em to fuck off - I’d learn it myself.”

“Renegade,” Lisa whispered.

“What was that, Lisa?”

“Renegade,” Lisa was compelled to repeat clearly.

“Yes, so they would call me. I prefer to think of myself as possessing a spine, unlike the
vast and meek majority who study there. Truth should not be doled out to those they
deem worthy.”

Lisa felt new fear. So far, Kelly had made various threats she might or might not act on,
but Lisa had assumed that deep down she was bound by the Institute’s rules. Knowing
how dangerous and desperate a renegade witch could be, Lisa knew their freedom and
lives were truly in question.

“Yes,” Kelly said musingly. “I see it in your face, Lisa. Why did I just tell you that? I
can’t very well let you go knowing that, can I?”

Karen had been falling into an erotic daydream, watching Kelly’s sheer, dark stockings
and the perfect legs they encased. Now, she snapped back to attention.

“But ... but, you can’t ...”

“What?” Kelly asked derisively. “Keep you? There’s your cage. I’m betting you
wouldn’t eat much at four inches tall. Or,” her smile grew wicked, “How long do you
think you’d last at dust mite size, hmm? I wouldn’t even have to kill you directly. So
much easier on my conscience.”

“As if you had one,” Lisa sneered.

“Touché,” Kelly acquiesced. “I admit it. I probably wouldn’t be bothered for long.
Frankly, after I got the information I needed, I planned to shrink you back to mouse size
and let Hecate have her way with you.”

Both women paled, looking around fearfully for the cat. Even now, it was about the size
of a panther to them. Kelly enjoyed their obvious discomfort.

“Oh, don’t worry. Killing you could lead to complications when it’s investigated. Not by
the police, of course - you’d be too small to leave any significant trace. But the Institute’s
trackers could pose a problem. But darling, little Lisa there has given me an out. Level
five mind control magic - how delicious. Gives me complete control over the conscious
and unconscious mind, doesn’t it? The ability to alter memories and even personalities.”

Lisa actually paled further, realizing the far greater threat.

“You wouldn’t,” she whispered numbly.

“Of course I would. This is absolute heaven for somebody like me. And, as it turns out,
lucky for you, since now neither of you will remember anything about our little
encounter. You’ll be able to return to your boring, little lives after all ... or at least you
will after I’ve made a few improvements.”

“Improvements?” Karen asked fearfully, drawing her scarf closer.

“I prefer to minimize my competition.” She paused, laughing, and pointed to the
medallion. “Minimize - get it? Anyway, I think you both could stand to lose a few IQ
points. Nothing too severe. We’ll keep you functional. Just a bit ... slow. Needless to
say, you’ll both lose all interest in magic. That way, you won’t mind when I help myself
to your goodies.”

Both the tiny women sat speechless.

“And, Karen. You’ve astonished me with your hidden lifestyle. What do you say we
make it a little more obvious?”

Lisa clutched Karen’s hand reassuringly.

“We’ll drop your inhibitions a few levels. Make sure everyone knows what a hot number
you are. In fact, I’ll bet you’ll be willing to give anyone who comes on to you at all an
immediate demonstration of just how sexually active you are. You’ll be fucking and
sucking everyone in the office.”

“Oh my God!” She shut her eyes.

“Don’t know how Bob will react to that, though. Wouldn’t want him to suffer or go to
waste. Maybe he’d be better off just forgetting about you.”

Lisa actually started up threateningly, forgetting her size, and immediately drew Kelly’s
attention.

“As for you, Lisa. I think a butch little number like you should get in touch with her
feminine side. It goes without saying that fighting will be abhorrent to you. I see you as
an ultrafeminine bimbo. Short, frilly dresses - pink and pastels, of course. Sheer blouses
without a bra - I mean, you hardly need one anyway, do you dear? Let’s keep the
underwear tacky - Frederick’s of Hollywood rather than Victoria’s Secret. Of course,
you’ll be VERY agreeable to the guys who approach you. In fact, you’ll pretty much
want to get laid by someone different every night. And lots of giggling.”

As Lisa appeared ready to spring, Kelly quietly added, “And I could think up a lot worse
for both of you. So, don’t make me angry, pudding.”

Lisa sat back, more from concern for Karen than herself. She and Karen exchanged
desperate, teary glances.

“Now, just a little more information,” Kelly finally continued. “Lisa, tell me how to get
to your home, where your potions and spellbook are, and how to remove them safely. Do
be specific, dear, and make sure I know about any and all traps.”

And Lisa did, despite hot tears burning her face. Karen followed suit, and Kelly jotted
down a few notes.

“Anything else I need to worry about?”

Lisa hesitated. The question was vague enough that she thought she could resist. Kelly,
however, noticed her averted gaze and guessed correctly.

“AnyONE else I should know about?”

“Gregor ... might ... be looking for me,” she released with a sigh. “If he can’t reach me,
he may go over to my place.”

“Ah. Tell me about this mysterious Gregor.”

Once again, Lisa was compelled to answer. Afterwards, Kelly sat with fingertips pressed
together thoughtfully. In the silence that followed, Karen found her mind inexplicably
wandering back to lustful thoughts, acutely aware of Lisa’s half naked presence, and her
gaze still drawn to Kelly’s massive, shapely body. She could no longer deny how warm
and wet her vagina was, and only hoped her excitement wasn’t obvious to the others. Of
course, it might be her imagination, but Lisa’s fingers also seemed to be lightly stroking
her palm as they clasped hands protectively, sending electric tingles up her arm which she
longed to respond to. Kelly watched her fidget with a mysterious smile.

“Better avoid him for a while,” Kelly decided aloud. “As the medallion’s creator, he
might even be immune to its magic, and I have no desire to tangle with an upper level
sorcerer without an edge. So, we need to put him off the scent - use someone he trusts.
Hmm. Of course! Bob. He can send along a message when I stop by to pick up Karen’s
other medallion, let him know you’re not coming home tonight, tell him not to worry. By
the way, Karen, what story would be most likely to relieve Bob’s suspicions?”

Kelly watched the tiny women squirm on the couch for several seconds. She knew it
must be getting more difficult to think straight, as her other spell continued to work, and
she noticed their covert glances at each other and her own deliberately exposed thighs
with satisfaction.

“Just ... mention Lisa,” Karen admitted distractedly. “And some kind of secret or
surprise, and he’ll probably believe you.” She felt even greater shame at being unable to
protect Bob while laboring under the spell.

“Excellent. You girls have been most helpful.” Kelly glanced at her watch. “And just in
time. Even that compulsion spell will probably have a hard time keeping your thoughts
straight much longer. I admit, though, that half the spice for phase two is gone.”

“Phase two?” Karen asked, fearing that her musky scent was becoming impossible to
hide.

“I thought it would be fun to watch you two friends wrestle with uncontrolled lesbian
lust. That’s why I gave you those scarves soaked in my special aphrodisiac potion. I use
them to insure interest when I’m playing one of my male catches. You’d be amazed what
even supposedly respectable men will agree to when they can’t see beyond getting into
your panties.”

Karen and Lisa looked at the perfumed silk they wore aghast, frantically pulling the
scarves off despite their resulting nakedness. Stiff, wrinkled nipples and moist thighs
were immediately obvious, causing both to blush as they tried to cover with their hands.

“But now that I know you’re bisexual,” Kelly pursed her lips in disappointment. “It’s
hardly any fun watching you squirm. Oh well, at least it will keep you busy while I’m
gone. Time to go back into your cage, dolls.”

Before they could react, Kelly had touched the medallion, and both women found
themselves shrinking again. The discarded scarves grew to bedsheet size while the couch
expanded to an upholstered plane. Kelly jumped to grab them just as they started to
scramble up, clasping each doll-sized woman in a hand before unceremoniously dumping
them into the cage and closing the door.

The first thing they noticed was that she hadn’t shrunk them as much. The cage seemed
much smaller, and Karen guessed they were closer to five inches tall. Puzzled, she
looked up at a smiling Kelly.

“Thought we’d try something a little different,” she offered as though in explanation.
“Lets me try another little surprise. But don’t get any ideas - Hecate would probably find
you even more fun with the little extra challenge this size would provide.” She raised her
voice to address the room. “I’m going out for a while, Hecate. Make sure our guests stay
put.”

No answer, but Kelly seemed satisfied. She stopped briefly at a nearby bookshelf, doing
something neither of them could see, then walked exultingly out the door.


END PART 7


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