title: Cut Down to Size aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Agentxy14] id: [40448243] date: 星期五, 八月 26日 2022, 10:48:43 上午 modified: 星期日, 八月 28日 2022, 10:12:25 晚上

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Cut Down to Size

Author: Agentxy14 Source: Cut Down to Size

A typical day with Vanessa would be a perilous one. The witch typically would invite someone over to her manor, followed by using them as a practice test subject for her spells and unique ideas for transformations. She would keep them around for a significant length of time, and then cut them loose when she got bored-if she even bothered.

This was all true of her temporary guests. For Agent, however, there was a vastly different set of rules entirely. As a permanent resident of the manor, he would frequently find himself the butt of her experiments on a daily basis. Day in, day out, without fail or break.

It was exhausting.

On such a day, Agent had elected to do the sensible action of hiding in the closet until further notice, a last-ditch effort to escape her mischief. He sat in the darkness, his arms around his bent knees as he crouched in silence, waiting. He practically held his breath, waiting for a chance to flee and make it a full day without being transformed-

"I was going to just wait until you got bored," Vanessa explained from outside the doors. "But it's been two hours, Agent."

Drat.

Vanessa pulled open the closet with a single movement, staring down at Agent's prone form with a smirk. He gulped audibly.

"I admire your commitment," she said. "It's fruitless, but noble nonetheless."

"Vanessa, please," Agent pled. "It's been every day lately. I'm tired of turning into other things every day, I just want a break."

"We only have eternity together," Vanessa said, wagging her finger. "And if you're going to hide in the shadows like a mouse, you may as well be one too."

Before Agent could protest, Vanessa snapped her fingers, and his body seized up. He could already feel it start to shift, his teeth growing longer, fur covering his body. He began to shrink, his clothes piling up over him as the cloth practically buried him in a sea of fabric.

Eventually Agent peeked out of the clothing, heavily reduced in stature, and far different. He...She, rather, had undergone a transformation into a mouse, namely the alter-ego known as Amy. She squeaked in surprise, looking over herself in rising concern and anxiety, her fears heightened as a direct result of her form.

"Please, Vanessa!" she called, sweating. "I really don't want to do this..."

"Ah, but we're not done yet," Vanessa smirked. Already her face was contorting, pushing forward into a muzzle. "You're the mouse. I'm the cat."

Amy instantly took off running after that comment, dashing out of the closet and towards the open bedroom door, down the hall. Vanessa, gracious host as she was, gave Amy a five-second head-start before she pounced down the hall herself.

As she gave chase, Vanessa continued to warp her body, growing a coat of purple fur across her body, tearing apart her clothing. Two legs turned to four, as she purposefully dropped to a quadrupedal stance for better speed, despite shifting into an anthro form. Her face continued to shift, her ears rising, fangs forming. A long tail developed from her rear, curled in excitement. The thrill of the hunt.

In no time at all, Vanessa and Agent had gone from a witch and a human into a cat and mouse, with all the natural selection in effect for their species. It was quite fun, she found, to have some mischief with Amy like this-a way to get her out of her comfort zone the only way Vanessa knew how. And she imagined that Amy would taste delicious upon her capture...

Amy darted towards one of the walls, sliding into a tiny crack just before Vanessa batted at the wall behind her. She tried sticking her paw into the crevice as Amy squirmed deeper into the hole, fearful for her continued survival.

"You have to come out some time, darling," Vanessa purred, mocking. "We don't want you going feral in there, do we?"

Amy hyperventilated from the stress, unsure how long she could keep this up, and doubtful she could keep up her willpower against natural instincts due to said stress. She was startled, then, when she felt a small hand against her shoulder, leaping up in fright at the touch. When she turned to look, however, she merely saw another mouse, a grey furred one with red hair on her head, who gently patted her shoulder in comfort and reassurance. Her other hand was drawing some kind of futuristic ray gun, slowly but surely.

"Just need a few seconds..." the new mouse said, taking aim carefully.

Again Vanessa batted the walls, sticking her paw inside. "Come out, Amy," she purred again. "You know you want to-"

With a sudden zap of energy and a brief recoil, the ray gun fired, and the power enveloped the purple paw. Vanessa let out a surprised yowl, before it vanished entirely, naught but smoke where she stood.

Amy eeped in shock, hiding behind her own bent legs. "What did you do?" she asked, fearful. Vanessa may have been tormenting her, but she was still important to Amy, and she was worried for her safety.

But the mouse merely shook her head. "Nothing too major, sister," she said walking over to where Vanessa once stood. She inspected the ground, before reaching down to pinch the surface. Then she walked back, showing her prize in her hand. "Just made her minor."

In the mouse's hand was Vanessa, dazed and confused, sitting as she recovered herself. She had shrunk in turn, far smaller than even the mice were, which meant she was incredibly small indeed.

"Name's Amanda," the mouse said, both to Amy and the witch. "And I don't take lightly to bigger predators pushing us around. Someone has to cut them down to size, right?"

Vanessa recovered slightly, looking up at the mice. Her playful personality had stopped, now frustrated. "What is the meaning of this?" she demanded. "And how did you break into here?"

"Oh, quiet, you," Amanda said, giving Vanessa a squeeze. She was still big enough to receive one, about the size of Amanda's fingers, and so could feel a firm grip around her body. "You were the one bullying this mouse here. The only one showing off their dominance here is me, until you calm down." She mused to herself, inspecting the witch closely. "You know, you remind me of Camissa...She gets pretty small, too."

"You've had your fun," Vanessa snarked back. She tried twisting her hands around, to cast some sort of magic, but not even a flicker ensued. Her magic was constrained by the scientific device, it seemed. She glared. "You're blocking my chakra!"

"Your 'cracker' or whatever's fine," Amanda said, smirking. "Just a feature of Camissa's ray gun." To demonstrate, she showed it off for her diminutive captive. "State of the art, able to shrink and grow things to whatever size I want. So, I could grow you...Or I could shrink you even more. And best of all, it's magic-proof, so no getting out of it that easily."

"You total--" Vanessa swore in an eldritch language. Neither Amy nor Amanda understood what was said, but Amanda's head rung and Amy's nose bled briefly. Then Vanessa turned to Amy as she was stifling the flow. "Amy, tell her we were playing."

Amy seemed hesitant to deny Vanessa, something that was clearly visible on her face. Amanda wasn't buying it. "It's just one of her things," Amy finally said.

"'Just one of her--'" Amanda seemed to sputter in indignance. "She tried to eat you, Amy! Chased you around like prey!"

"I'm used to it," Amy said, her head down. Amanda, however, grabbed onto both of Amy's shoulders, jostling Vanessa in the process as Amanda's fist merely rested against the shoulderblade.

"How often does she do this?" Amanda asked, completely serious. Her glance was severe, and her irritation was rising.

"About...every day," Amy admitted.

"For her own good!" Vanessa called. "To get her excited, out of her comfort zone!"

Amanda gave a light squeeze to silence Vanessa, glaring. "And how often does she return the favor?" she asked. "She's clearly powerful. Does she ever let you be the predator? Take charge in anything? Does she ever let you do what you want to do?"

Amy was silent for a long time, glancing at Vanessa's squirming body and Amanda's stern yet concerned look. This caring was unusual for the ray-gun-toting mouse, but prey animals had to look out for one another, and to see such a meek specimen at the mercy of something so powerful...Not even Amanda could resist helping.

"Not really," Amy admitted, shrugging. "In fact, she...kinda overrules me on everything."

"Wouldn't you like to have a bit of power?" Amanda asked, holding Vanessa out to Amy. She ensured that the witch was directly placed into Amy's hand, and physically moved the latter's hand to grip her. "A single opportunity to get back at your tormentor for even a little while?"

This gave Amy pause, and she considered it visibly. Amanda did have a point here, but Amy wasn't exactly an assertive individual even as a human. She looked down at Vanessa in curiosity, and Vanessa glanced back in uncertainty.

"You won't actually do it, though," she said. "I know you too well for th--"

She was suddenly interrupted by Amy putting Vanessa onto the floor, shortly before her foot came down near her. Before the witch could dodge, Amy's big toe and the one next to it had closed in upon her, holding her tight. She was squeezed on all sides by furry digits.

"What are you doing?" she demanded, shocked. "You never do things like this! You never take charge!"

"I am now," Amy said, stern. "You're always mean to me. You always force me to do things I don't want to do when I don't want to do them. And now it's my turn."

She then immediately froze, looking to Amanda for validation. Amanda merely shrugged.

"Don't look at me, I'm just here to observe," she said. "And then play afterwards with you, but that's beside the point. Just do what I do and have your ideas come naturally."

"Okay," Amy nodded, looking back to Vanessa. The witch continued to struggle between Amy's toes, and she remained still to keep her held. After several seconds of thought, Amy again looked back to Amanda. "I didn't think I would even get this far to begin with."

"Well, this has been a fun five seconds of confidence," Amanda sighed. She wielded the ray gun once more, teasingly. "If you're not going to do anything, then I will."

She fired before Amy could react, targeting her feet specifically. Vanessa felt a harsh tingling sensation again, the room growing around her once more, this time to gargantuan proportions. She could scarcely see where she was now, only able to see the looming Amy and an even more immense Amanda, grinning.

"Oops," Amanda said, sounding insincere. "I guess I clipped you by accident too, Amy."

Amy looked around herself, and she gave a squeak of shock. Amanda was far bigger than her now, as Amy was reduced to the same size Vanessa previously held. Vanessa was now barely a speck between Amy's toes, and the other mouse wasn't too far from it herself. It was a sorting order of dominance, and for once, Vanessa was at the bottom of the hierarchy.

"Nice one, Amy," Vanessa snarked. "Now we're both at her mercy."

Amy gulped, unsure what to do now. "Why would you...?"

"Because I was bored," Amanda said, plucking the small mouse off of the ground, placing her in her palm. She could see just how tiny she was now, a mere doll in stature, Vanessa as a tiny stain.

Vanessa, for her part, could scarcely see through the giant hairs Amy possessed, as well as an acute sense of perspective. Maybe it was from how small she was, but she could swear she was starting to see smaller particles with relative ease. Bacteria, perhaps; not large enough to cause trouble, but enough to take notice. Vanessa would consent that she had wondered what the atomic world would be like, or if there were worlds so miniscule that they slipped between atoms of the universe-a hypothesis she had been meaning to test on Amy but would have easily done herself if need-be. She blushed slightly, enjoying the scenario for herself but refusing to admit it.

"Okay, we've all had our fun," Vanessa tried to be a voice of reason, her voice barely above a squeak by now. "We've had a shrinking session, you even managed to get one over me. Not many can do so, Amanda." She sighed. "Now, seriously, please grow us both back to normal."

"I'll think about it," Amanda, coy as ever, smirked as she tapped her chin. "If you're nice to me and if I feel like it."

Amy sat obediently on Amanda's palm, ready to do exactly as told to butter up her current captor. Vanessa, however, grumbled. Groveling was not her style no matter what size or shape she was. Nor would she supplicate herself. No, if Amanda wasn't going to play fair, then neither would she.

Amy's paws relaxed themselves, loosening Vanessa's restraints. Taking advantage, Vanessa cautiously, slowly, fed her body out of the paw crevice, hoisting herself out and above the smallest furs. Still others remained, far larger than she was, as thick as trees. Bigger still was her prime target: Amanda, the equivalent of a galaxy compared to Vanessa now. And the ray gun was also massive, yet easier to touch if Amanda was careless enough to not notice her own movements.

She carefully crept down Amy's paw, gently touching Amanda's palm, the size of a city now. She could see every skin fold; every dip was a canyon. It wouldn't be easy to venture forth, but she's fared worse.

"Now, I've still got plenty of time," Amanda said. "And you'd make a fun doll to play with for a little while. Maybe use as a pleasure toy if I feel randy."

Amy visibly grimaced at the thought as Vanessa dashed across the surface, leaping across the folds with all of her might. Her feline agility would help her only so much, but it was enough for now. The forest of grey fur awaited her, stalks of fur reaching beyond Vanessa's vision. But if she simply stuck to her sense of direction, persevered, she would reach her goal.

"Hmm, maybe I could introduce you to Camissa sometime," Amanda mused, looking down at Amy and chuckling. "She gets pretty small around me too, you know. You two could hold a contest to see how small you get. Bragging rights for winning."

Amy gulped. She wasn't liking Amanda's method of teasing, in part due to her otherwise unknown nature. Vanessa, she could expect the unexpected for. Amanda was an enigma. How far would she really take it?

"I mean, who knows?" Amanda shrugged. "We could have a body adventure from the waist up. Put you two in a petri dish." She laughed now, amused at watching Amy's expressions of concern. "The sky's the limi--"

She paused, briefly, when she felt a sensation on her left wrist. An itch, perhaps? But no: she looked down carefully, having a hunch, and was not surprised to see Vanessa's minute form trying to climb up her hand and onto the ray gun. Before the feline could get much farther, however, Amanda set Amy against her breasts, pushing her into the crack almost up to her head, much to her chagrin. Then, Amanda used two fingers to pinch at the speck.

Vanessa was concentrating far too hard to dodge her captor. As she saw the immense paw pads reaching for her, she could only gasp as they collided, wedging her between the pillow-like substance as tight as possible. She was nearly flattened, held entirely in place as Amanda raised her hand up, grinning like the cat Vanessa was.

"Nice try, kitty," she said. "You got pretty far, though, I'll admit. But you're not following my rules, so I'll have to punish you."

With far more careful aim than previously, Amanda tossed Vanessa into the air, firing the ray gun with ease. Vanessa had flown through the wind, anticipating the harsh fall, when she was zapped once more with the accursed device, her body tingling again. She felt the world grow again around her, bigger and bigger, her body shrinking smaller and smaller...

She wasn't visible anymore, nor did she know exactly where she was. It was like a membrane, filled with strange entities that took no specific shape or mass, most likely bacteria or similar cellular constructs. Amanda wasn't audible anymore, nor could Vanessa make herself heard to her. She floated in the space provided, dazed at this new world and unsure what she could hope to do without her usual magic. Solely at the mercy of Amanda.

Amanda squinted at the space she had shot at, giving a nod. "Yep, can't see her," she said. "I'll try looking for her soon, then. But that's what she gets for trying to break my rules."

Amy sat in silent horror, unsure of what had transpired. "Will she be okay?" she asked.

"Probably," Amanda shrugged. "I shrunk her so small she's probably playing with single-celled organisms by now. She'll be fine though. Didn't she say she had magic?"

"That you locked her out of, yes," Amy nodded. "Otherwise, she would have grown herself even bigger."

"Oh?" Amanda smirked, causing Amy to gulp. She had said too much. "And how big does she get sometimes? Don't be shy."

"G..." Amy shivered, anticipating what was about to happen. "Galactic sized..."

"Interesting," Amanda chuckled, twirling her ray gun. "Then, perhaps I'll have to take a page out of her book later on. Might be worth it to have the entire galaxy as a play-toy, don't you?"

Amy merely shivered, watching with frozen awe as Amanda lowered a finger against her head. She began to push down, forcing her deeper into the breast's crevice, held in place by the mammaries.

"You'll be along for the ride then," Amanda added. "Maybe being the size of a planet would boost your confidence."