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The Witches of Kappa Gamma Delta, Chapter 12
🕑 Added 2020-07-09 05:08:57 +0000 UTCChapter 12
A few minutes later, Harper and John were walking up the steep steps of the Kappa Gamma Delta sorority house. This was the third time that John had scaled these steps in the past 24 hours, and each time had been profoundly different — his first trek had been exciting and jaunty, in anticipation of a fun, sexy party with Harper. His second had been bled through with anxiety and confusion, with him having no idea what to make of Harper’s emotional reaction towards his proposition to be her boyfriend, and of the fact that he had shrunk down an entire 4 inches and lost around 15 pounds…to say nothing of the new information that Harper had related to him, that she and her sorority sisters were all witches, from a line of ancient heritage.
But now, the third time he walked up the KGD steps, he was hand-in-hand with Harper, with his heart full and glad, even though he knew that there was still so, so much that he didn’t know. At this point, though, John felt like he had gotten the hard part out of the way. He had managed to swallow his pride, and make the choice to be with Harper, even though he knew that doing so would result in the substantial reduction of his height, and his size. It had initially been a tough reality to absorb, but all he needed was that talk with Harper, where she had looked at him with such anxious grace and poise, and such beautiful innocence with her nervously-blinking hazel eyes, that he had known, deep down, even before they began their talk, that his masculine ego was fighting a losing battle against his erotic, emotional, and even spiritual impulses. He had only known Harper for a few weeks, but he loved her, with an almost startling passion, and any reservations he had about her absorbing his size after sex seemed like a small price to pay in exchange for being able to call her his girlfriend.
And already, John had to admit that he had been experiencing some strange pangs of…unusual longing. Not erotic longing in the classical sense that he was used to, that involved fantasies of kissing, of making out, and of penetrative sex. No, what John felt himself wondering and musing about was something more subtle, more mysterious, and more enthralling than any kind of eroticism he was used to. He realized that he was actually…looking forward to watching Harper get bigger and taller. He had never known himself to have any specific type of fetish like this, but he couldn’t avoid noticing that, as he and Harper walked to the KGD house, he was unusually aware of her sexy, undulating hips going up and down, up and down, and the gentle shake and jiggle of each of her full thighs at each step she made.
John knew that, on the surface, noticing the womanly curves on girls was nothing new, either to him or to any other straight guy who was so naturally inclined to stare and appreciate. But the way he was looking at Harper’s body now was…somehow different. He wasn’t just admiring her shape; he was admiring her increased size, and getting turned on by the anticipation of her getting even bigger. He already knew what it was like to be in the presence of the gigantic sorority sisters like Nora, Vera, and Ariel, and it made him incredibly, almost painfully excited to think of Harper actually growing that big and tall. He looked to the side, watching the top of her gorgeously full auburn head bouncing up and down, right at his eye level as they walked up the steps. Harper caught him looking, and cracked a smile.
“What’re you looking at?” she teased, playfully punching him a little in his upper arm.
“Haha, just you,” he said, with a kind of wistful happiness. “Just looking at you.”
“Oh my god, here we go!” laughed Harper. “We’re a couple for ten minutes, and already you’ve revved up all the sappy romantic phrases! Is this what I have to look forward to?”
“I…uh, I th-thought…I thought that you would — ” began John, suddenly feeling a little alarmed, but Harper reached a finger up to his lips and silenced him, cooing up into his face.
“Shhhh, I’m kidding, silly,” she whispered. “I love hearing you talk to me like that. And I love the way that you were looking at me just now.”
They had just walked up the final step, and were now standing on the front porch. John saw that they weren’t alone…and already, by now, the other girls at the sorority had become familiar to him. Nora was lounging in a huge chair next to the big black cauldron, with her bare feet raised up on a supporting pillar. John got a bit of a shock, when, once again, he took in the craziness of what he was seeing. Nora’s tiny “boyfriend,” whom John had recently seen get jacked off into the cauldron, was kneeling by her feet in a crouched position, carefully rubbing scented oils into her creamy pinkish-white soles. He looked like a tiny little animal next to Nora’s huge, sexy legs — she had peeled her jeans back to just above her knees, exposing the white alabaster of her well-formed lower legs. John could have easily believed that the circumference of Nora’s calf muscle alone was nearly as big as her boyfriend’s waist…and the size of Nora’s foot compared to his chest, well…John could tell that her foot spanned nearly half the length of the little man’s torso. In every sense, she dwarfed him. John couldn’t help but notice, once again, that he was naked.
Nora had been lying back in her chair, her eyes closed, as she enjoyed the massage and took in the slightly sweet air of the late afternoon. A slight breeze fluttered her white hair as she lounged. Harper and John stood there silently for a moment, taking in the scene. After a few moments, Harper squeezed John’s hand and cleared her throat. The tiny man didn’t react — he went right along with rubbing his mistress’s feet. But Nora opened her eyes, and immediately, a smile broke out onto her face.
“Aww, so he said yes!” exclaimed Nora, sitting up a little straighter in her chair.
“He sure did, said Harper warmly, turning to John and giving him a starry-eyed smile.
“And you told him everything?” asked Nora. Her tone wasn’t condescending in the least — it was more like she was just making sure, for absolute certain, that John knew what he was getting himself into.
“Everything he needed to know to make his decision, yes,” answered Harper. She again squeezed John’s hand as she looked at him. “But, of course…he won’t know the true implications of his choice, until later.”
“Isn’t that the truth,” intoned Nora, and she suddenly put her foot up to her boyfriend’s face, gently pushing him to the side as she sat up even straighter. John could hardly believe how powerful this simple gesture was; the tiny man knew exactly what to do. He fully submitted to the gigantic sole on his face (which, of course, was a good deal longer than his whole head), and collapsed submissively down into an even lower crouch, guided by the unspoken power of Nora’s motion.
The Nordic-looking amazon sat up in her chair and proceeded to rise, and approached the new couple in a couple steps, standing before them as she put her hands on her hips. Once again, John found himself in her shadow, and he felt the true reality of the size difference. His shoulders were beneath her breasts, only coming up to around the middle of her stomach. But it was Nora’s sheer size that made him feel utterly submissive in her presence…and somehow (and John couldn’t quite pinpoint why), Harper felt bigger next to him, when they were both standing in Nora’s shadow.
“So you’ve decided to surrender what most men wouldn’t dream of surrendering?” asked Nora down to John. She wasn’t grilling him — it just seemed like she was enjoying the reality of a new member of their sister-led household.
“Y-yes,” said John, definitely cowed in her presence, even though he could already feel himself getting a bit used to feeling small.
“Was it hard for you?” came Nora’s question.
“Hehe, well…it couldn’t have been that hard,” said Harper. “I mean, it only took him a couple hours, didn’t it?”
John looked over at Harper and blinked, giving her a slightly open-mouthed smile…perhaps he was a bit surprised that she had spoken up so confidently, but then again, he reminded himself that Harper was more used to Nora’s presence (and the presence of Vera, Ariel, and the other huge girls) than he was.
“Haha, oh…sorry!” laughed Harper. “I didn’t mean to answer for you, John. And…heh, sorry, I, uh…I don’t mean to make light of your decision or anything. I know it wasn’t actually easy for you. I’m just…I’m just so happy right now, is all!”
“Th-that’s…that’s ok, haha,” said John. He turned to look back up at Nora — she had the same hazel eyes as Harper, although her strikingly white hair made for a different effect than Harper’s rich, auburn color. When he looked down into Harper’s face, he felt like he was floating in some kind of warm, scented sea, off at the far edges of the world — when he looked up into Nora’s face, he felt like he was caught in the middle of a blizzard.
“It…it was hard…at least…uh…at least, a little bit,” he answered the amazon witch as best he could. “I…I wasn’t sure that I…that I wanted to get smaller, but, uh…well, I just realized that it doesn’t matter, and that being with Harper is all I care about.”
“Mmhmm,” said Nora, nodding down at him curiously. “That’s very nice to hear, John. It’s not often, you know, that a young man decides, with full knowledge, to give up something that he holds so dear. Especially when it involves…his own body.”
And here, Nora reached down and flitted a huge finger over John’s forearm. He flinched a little at her touch, but not out of revulsion — she was just so attractive, and so huge, that his body reacted instantly to her touch. At the same time, though, he didn’t want to have so public a response to another woman in front of Harper, so he did his best to hold it in. John wasn’t sure if he had seen it or not, but he thought that he saw Harper flinch a little bit too, when Nora touched him. He flitted his eyes over to his new girlfriend, and he did indeed catch her looking up at Nora. What was that in her expression? Respect? Deference? Envy? Maybe even…a bit of effrontery? He couldn’t really be sure. But he didn’t have time to think too much about it, because Nora was speaking again.
“Yes, I think you may find, John, that you come to embrace your new role even more than you could possibly imagine now. Haha, I mean, look at you two — you’re still taller than Harper, and by a good few inches too!”
“Well I did just grow 4 whole inches in one night,” said Harper proudly, standing up as tall as her current 5’5 could take her. “And besides, are you seeing my hips, ass, and boobs, Nora? They’re totally bigger! Like…it’s super obvious!”
“I know it is, Harper, I know,” said Nora, in an almost maternal tone as she smiled. “No one here, uh…disputes that.”
“Vera took me down to see Phoebe last night,” continued Harper, becoming increasingly animated.
“Mmmm, yes, I heard,” said Nora, turning away and going over to her boyfriend, who was dutifully kneeling down with his head bowed low, so that John couldn’t even see his face. Nora gently and deliberately put her bare foot in his crotch and wiggled her toes playfully; apparently this was some kind of sign, because the skinny man suddenly stood up in front of Nora. With slow voluptuousness, she snaked her hands onto his shoulders, totally engulfing them both, with her fingers slithering sexily down his chest, almost all the way down to his nipples. John watched as she began to lovingly, sensuously massage his shoulders with her big hands, causing his eyes to close and his mouth to open slightly in pleasure. The top of the little man’s head only came up to the middle of Nora’s stomach, and her thick wide hips extended out massively on either side of his shoulders. Her body seemed to swallow his whole.
“What did she have to say to you?” asked Nora to Harper, apparently paying no attention to what she was doing to her submissive.
“She…she said that I have promise,” said Harper. John pulled his attention away from Nora’s ministrations and looked at Harper. He had never heard her sound this…excited before. There was something in her tone that reminded him that she belonged to a world that he was only just now joining. He had to swallow a lump that quickly developed in his throat as a result — it was intimidating and daunting to think of all the things that Harper knew that he didn’t…all the things she had studied and learned…all the things that he would have to learn himself, or at least become familiar with.
“She said that, uh…you know, that the first growth spurt doesn’t agree with everybody,” continued Harper. “And that…well, haha, that my quick spurt really, uh…shows that I’m ready.”
“Mmhm, yes, it would definitely seem so,” said Nora slowly, her big hands and strong fingers digging dominantly into the prone flesh of her naked boyfriend. John saw, with some degree of trepidation and discomfort, that the huge cock that he had been trying to avoid looking at was now growing…getting steadily longer and thicker the more Nora kneaded. John still couldn’t understand how a man who was so short and so skinny and frail-looking could be sporting a dick that was a good deal thicker than his arms, and that hung down halfway towards his knees.
“You better hold onto your horses, John,” chuckled Nora. “I don’t know if you know this or not, but it’s…almost unheard of for someone to grow as much as Harper did last night. And for you to lose as much as size as you did…haha, well…it would definitely appear that the two of you are a match made in…hehe…in heaven, so to speak.”
“Wh—what…uh…what do you mean?” asked John, feeling a bit put off by Nora’s wry tone. He turned to Harper. “What does she mean?”
Harper blinked slowly and gave him a reassuring smile.
“Don’t worry about what she’s saying,” Harper whispered to him. “Nora likes to tease and play around just to get a rise out of people…especially new boys, er…guys around the House. But there might be something to what she's saying, you know? Maybe it’s not just my vicarious powers that made me grow so much last night. Maybe…maybe it’s a combination of my powers and your…um…your…?”
“Submissive tendencies?” suggested Nora, grinning and raising an eyebrow. John snapped his head around and furrowed his brow at Nora, clearly objecting to what she was saying. His reaction only broadened Nora’s grin.
“Haha, yes, just as I thought. Little John may be an unusual young man, but he still has plenty to unlearn…don’t you, John?”
John didn’t know what to say, and any protest against Nora’s suggestions died in his throat. He knew that now wasn’t the time or place to assert himself in that way.
“You’ve already been fantasizing about it, haven’t you?” Nora sure did know what she was doing — her mind was like an incisive drill, and John felt like there wasn’t much he could hide from her. Silently, he nodded his head.
“What!? You have??” cried Harper, taking a step back from him and putting her hands over her mouth.
“I…y-yeah, Harper,” said John a bit shakily, smiling at her. He couldn’t help but notice, as she moved, her breasts bouncing and boinging more than usual. The late afternoon breeze kicked up again, and blew her full auburn hair into her face. She pushed it out untidily, squinting her hazel eyes a little to keep the hair out…John stared transfixed. God she was gorgeous.
“But…but so soon?” she asked, as if she wasn’t daring to believe it.
“I…yeah, I guess it’s pretty soon,” agreed John, “But, you know…when we were walking down the sidewalk, I was thinking about it, and…well…Nora’s right. I’m actually…looking forward to being smaller than you.”
“Yes ma’m, Harper,” came a different voice, making them all turn around. Vera had come out of the house — apparently, she had heard the latter part of the conversation. “It looks like you nabbed yourself a keeper right there. It’s not common, you know, to land a guy who feels like that…and who is open enough to admit it.”
“I knowwwww!” said Harper affectionately, bounding up to John again and putting her arms around him, kissing him on the cheek. Her lips lingered there, and she bent into him, nuzzling the side of his face with her lips, then her nose, then her forehead. John had already been a little hard from watching Nora massage her boyfriend, but now he was really getting turned-on. Harper just had that effect on him. He realized that he wasn’t just getting aroused from Harper’s touch…it was the way she was touching him. Even though she was still smaller, her embrace, and her nuzzling, was a kind of anticipation of things to come.
“Tell me about it!” laughed Nora, digging her fingers into the nearly-nonexistent pectoral muscles of the tiny man in front of her. “It took Little Bull here a solid half-year before his poor little male ego had been transformed.”
“Extinguished, you mean?” laughed Ariel, who had come to join in the fun. John felt his breath catch in his chest. Ariel was the tallest of the bunch, at least of the witches John had seen. Nora and Vera were both huge, but Ariel was huger still, rising up a good number of inches over them all, at 6’11.
Now he was surrounded by amazons…amazon witches…and more than ever before, he was reminded how the witches just…had a little something extra in their appearance, that gave them away to those (like him) who knew what to look for. A slightly curved and full contour of the upper lip…an unusually luscious sway of a hip…yes, all of those things were there, to be sure, but John could tell now that there was something else. Something in their eyes, something in the way that their eyes seemed to capture light, and hold it within themselves. He turned to look at Harper; her eyes twinkled back at him. He looked up at Ariel — her coal-black eyes held the light differently, even more authoritatively. It was like her eyes were churning anything they saw. And the way they all carried themselves — Harper included — there was a sensuousness and a voluptuousness about their movements that was unmistakable. It was suddenly extraordinarily clear to John what Vera had told him earlier that day: witches fed on the human life force, and the way they drew it out was through the irresistible insistence of their bodies, fueled by a preternatural appetite. John remembered a vision of something from the previous night…Harper’s big ass smacking down forcefully on his cock, as her pussy hungrily devoured his dick over and over.
“No, no…not extinguished,” chuckled Nora to Ariel. “I’m not quite as…what would you call it?”
“Draconian?” offered Ariel, smiling dirtily.
“Sure, draconian,” laughed Nora. “I’m not quite as draconian as you in how I treat my man. I don’t want to totally un-make him and then re-make him again, you know? I want to mold him…like putty, until he’s the shape I want him to be in. And then if I get tired of one shape, I just mold him into a different shape, see?”
As she spoke, Nora rubbed and kneaded her little man forcefully, as if she was proving her point. After she finished talking, she suddenly picked him up under his arms, lifted him up high off the ground, and squeezed him into a ball-like shape. He seemed to know what to do, and he tucked his arms and legs in close to his torso, obeying the force of Nora’s hands. After a couple seconds, it looked like Nora was holding a human ball in her hands. The only difference was that the man’s huge, erect cock was poking out from in between his balled-up legs.
“See that?” laughed Nora. “Little Bull is now Little Ball…but he’s still got the bull part I enjoy so much.”
She proceeded to slurp up his cock into her mouth, sucking on it loudly like a thick meat straw. John’s eyes bugged out — he had already seen Nora jack him off earlier that day, but that still hadn’t prepared him for this. He felt Harper’s warm hand on his shoulder.
“You’ll get used to all this,” she assured him, her lips close to his ear. “Besides, I think Nora’s just showing off for you a bit.”
“Ammm nowwwt!” retorted Nora (who seemed to have very good hearing), as she continued to suck her boyfriend’s huge cock, holding his balled-up body up to her mouth. “I wasssthh juuuth thirrthhhsy.”
“Uh-huh, yeah sure,” said Vera, rolling her eyes. “Whatever you say.”
“Uhhh finnnee aallll finisthh hmmm off,” said Nora. Her eyes suddenly got wide and her eyebrows arched with intense effort as she screwed her head all the way down onto her submissive’s cock, taking the entire thing down her throat. John, who was already hard, got even harder, as his mouth dropped open. That guy’s cock…it…it had to be at least a foot long…maybe even longer! And it was thick to boot! And…Nora had jut swallowed it whole, like it was nothing. Her head and neck tensed powerfully, and the little man began to shudder quietly, his thin body rocking and spasming in her grasp.
“Mmmmmmmm!” moaned Nora, closing her eyes passionately. John knew that she was swallowing his load; he could see her big throat swallowing over and over, until finally, she pulled his cock out of his mouth with an audible *pop!* and stood him back down on the ground. He stumbled a little, his little legs shaking, and backed into Nora’s huge thigh for support.
“Did you two formally meet yet?” asked Nora to John, as she smacked her lips.
“Uh….uh, n-no, no I don’t think we did,” said John.
“Ok! Well…John, this is Little Bull. He’s my little boy toy…by little cum puppet.”
John looked down at the man and waved a little awkwardly, trying his best to smile. This was all super weird for him, but he couldn’t deny that there was something almost exotically enticing about the whole scenario. It certainly helped that he and Harper had already talked about what they wanted their relationship to be like…more egalitarian, and less dom-sub, despite the size difference that was going to happen. And it also helped that Harper was standing right next to him, with her soft, warm, reassuring hand on his shoulder.
“Little Bull,” said Nora, in quite a different tone, almost like she was speaking to a child, “This is John, ok? John is Harper’s new boyfriend. Say hi, Little Bull, say hi!”
“Hi,” said the man simply, making eye contact with John and giving him a slight smile. John could only know this guy as “Little Bull” from now on — apparently, that was his name.
Nora seemed to read his mind.
“He went by a different name, two years ago,” she said airily. “When he was my freshman biology professor.”
“Your…your what!?” sputtered John.
“Oh boy, here we go,” said Vera, rolling her eyes at Ariel, who chuckled. “Nora’s gotta make sure she tells the new boy her story on the first day. Haha, it’s always the same.”
“You can always count on her to show off,” agreed Ariel. “Come on Vera, let’s go inside and make sure everything’s ready.
John barely processed what Ariel was saying, because he was still gaping up at Nora.
“See?” giggled Harper in his ear. “I told you she likes to show off!’
“Oh yeah, once upon a time, Little Bull here was a distinguished professor here,” said Nora in the same affected, airy tone as she ran her big fingers through his hair. “Then he had me in one of his classes and I thought…my goodness does he look tasty. One thing led to another…aaaand…well, maybe I can tell you more of the story later. Looks like everyone inside’s almost ready.”
“H-how…how tall did he used to be?” asked John, somehow knowing to ask Nora directly, rather than him.
“Hehe, taller than you, John,” said Nora, winking. “Little Bull here used to be 6’2, with niiicccce big muscles. What a change two years can make, huh? But he wouldn’t change it for the world, would you, little guy?”
“No ma’m,” he answered, shaking his head as he leaned into her big thigh, closing his eyes. John didn’t know whether he was more aroused, scared, or weirded-out, but he knew that he was feeling all three of those things at once. But, as before, Harper’s touch brought him back.
“It’s time to go inside the House,” she said to him softly, petting his cheek as her eyes danced in his.
“Wh-what’s…what’s happening in the House?” asked John, a bit uncertainly. He was suddenly feeling nervous, but he could never feel too out of sorts with Harper there.
“What happens whenever someone joins us,” said Harper with an excited, loving smile, taking his hand once more in his. “The initiation ritual.”
Comments
Joyce Julep
Thanks Beetle! I'm really glad you're enjoying this story -- update coming this month!
Beetlebomb
Very unique angle on the choice of growth/shrinking. Really really love it. Here's to hoping we see more growth scenes soon! Had me at the edge of my seat with 1 growth scene in the 12 chapters-- that means you've done a really great job LOL Also, seeing as John can only provide so much height so Harper, it would be interesting to see John witness Harper being larger than he remembers because Harper took essence from other men, seeing as, as you highlighted in the story, witches have a different relationship with humans than humans normally do. Either way, I can totally see the build-up and effort put into the story thus far. Excited to see where it leads!
jsm109
Worth the wait! Lovin it
