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The Witches of Kappa Gamma Delta, Chapter 7
🕑 Added 2020-02-14 07:30:55 +0000 UTCChapter Seven
“Uh…m-measure me?” John was puzzled by the abruptness of the Viking-like amazon’s command. She looked down on him amusedly, smiling as she slowly licked her brilliant white teeth.
“Yeah,” said Nora, taking a step closer to him. “Measure you. If you’re so sure you’re 6’1, then why not find out for sure, huh?”
There was now only about a foot of space in between the two of them, and John was able to truly appreciate the size difference. He was staring straight into the top of Nora’s cleavage, which extended forward from her two monstrous breasts, a dark, tight chasm. A sudden image flashed through John’s head like lightning: his erect cock poking out from in between those massive mammaries. The thought immediately fled, however, as he took in just how huge this woman was. It wasn’t just her breasts — on either side of him, her shoulders spread, wide and imposing. John wasn’t accustomed to being around woman whose upper bodies dwarfed his own, but Nora’s assuredly did. And her legs and hips…well, it wasn’t even close down there. John found himself wondering whether a single one of Nora’s legs was bigger than both of his put together.
But…this was crazy! He was 6’1, 175 pounds! He had never been a small guy! Why did he feel so small now!?
“Well?” quipped Nora, smirking down at him through the spills of her white-blond hair. The top of his head barely reached her chin. It was like she was reading his mind. “How about it?”
“Uh…uh, ok,” said John. He followed the direction of Nora’s sharp-nailed finger as she pointed to the wall next to the front door of the sorority house. Almost like he was in a daze, John walked over and put his back to the wall. Seemingly from nowhere, Nora whipped out a rolled tape measure.
“You, uh…you just carry that around with you?” asked John uncertainly, remembering with an unpleasant turn of his stomach the rumors about the Kappa Gamma Delta girls shrinking other guys.
“Sure do!” replied Nora, swinging her mighty thighs over towards him. “You never know when you need to provide empirical evidence that a man isn’t as big as he thinks he is.” She strode up to him, and was about to measure his height, when the cauldron behind her suddenly started boiling over. Angry red froth belched forth from the potion inside, and fell in stinging droplets on the porch floor, hissing angrily.
“Shit!” grunted Nora, and she turned back around and hopped quickly over to the cauldron, bending over to fumble inside the big box of tincture bottles under the chair she had been sitting in. A couple seconds later, she seemed to find what she had been looking for, and dripped several carefully-dosed drops of a pale purple liquid into the furiously frothing mixture. Immediately, the potion stopped boiling over, and a cloud of black-orange steam developed over the cauldron.
“Sich niederlassen…sich niederlassen,” whispered Nora at the cloud, gesturing her hand gently through it. John was close enough to be able to hear her. What was up with this girl and her…was it German!? What the hell was she doing??
The black-orange cloud suddenly whisked itself away, as if by magic. It was unnatural for John to witness, and it made him even more nervous than he already was. There hadn’t been any wind. How had Nora done that!? It was like…like she had uttered some kind of…spell, or something.
But John didn’t have too much time to think all this over, because Nora was coming back to him, brandishing the tape measure flirtatiously in his face.
“Sorry about that,” she chuckled, extending the tape measure next to him. “I’m still a little rough in my potion-making. Getting better every day, though!”
“Do you uh…do you speak German?” asked John as she measured him. He was trying to sound as casual as possible.
“Ha! So you heard me!” laughed Nora. “I speak a variation of German, yes. A very old version.”
“Oh, uh…wow,” said John blankly. “And you…um, you make…potions?”
“All kinds,” said Nora happily, bringing the tape measure to the top of his head. John felt uncomfortably close to her, even as her presence was quite arousing. Her wide, thick hips were as high as his elbows.
“But, you know, like I said, I’m still learning,” continued Nora. “I’m just happy that Phoebe had enough faith in me to put me in charge of potion-making this semester.”
“Phoebe? Who’s that?” asked John.
“Who’s that…” laughed Nora softly. She looked down at John, and her hazel eyes sparkled with mysterious humor. “She’s the Head Girl of this house. Maybe if you hang around here long enough, you’ll be fortunate enough to see her. And when you do, trust me, John…you’ll know it’s her.”
“H-how?” asked John. He felt like he knew the answer already, but he didn’t want to just assume. He didn’t want it to be true.
“Because,” smiled Nora, “She’s over 7 and a half feet tall!”
“Uh…aha…ahaha,” laughed John uncertainly. She was just screwing with him…no one was that tall, least of all some college sorority girl. But the cold pit in his stomach widened — it was the answer he had been expecting.
“And, speaking of height,” said Nora in a louder, more official voice as she turned to look at the tape measure, “It looks like I was right on the money! You’re not a millimeter above 5’9.”
“Th-that’s…that’s impossible!” croaked John.
But Nora pinned the tape measure directly against him, so that he felt her finger on the crown of his head. “See for yourself,” she chuckled.
John spun around and took a step back. There was her finger, right where the top of his head had been, holding the tape measure in place. He took a step up to it and peered closely at the numbers. No mistaking it…5’9…and maybe even a little under. His heart started beating disagreeably fast behind his ribcage, and he looked back up fearfully at Nora. She was still smirking down at him, and her eyebrows were raised, as if to say, ‘Told ya so!’
“Wh-what!? What the…th-that…that tape measure c-can’t be right!” said John unsteadily.
“Oh whatever!” said Nora. “It’s totally legit! Here look, I’ll show you. Unlike you, I am actually 6 feet…far above it, actually. I’m 6’6. Look!” She found the “6’6” measurement, pinched it in between her fingers, and then stood with her back to the wall, holding it up to the top of her head. The rest of the tape measure went down, down, down, until it was fluttering close to the ground.
“Go ahead!” laughed Nora from above. “Pull it tight on the bottom!” John frowned as he did so; he was desperate to believe that there was something amiss…some kind of trick of Nora’s he had fallen prey to. He pulled the tape measure tight near her feet, and it went down exactly to the ground, no more, no less. She wiggled her big toes at him, and he looked far up, past her massive breasts, to see her smiling down at him. He quickly stood up, and she brought the tape measure down to his face again, showing her pinched fingers around the “6’6” measurement one last time.
John started feeling sick. This had to be a joke…there was…there was just no way that he had shrunk…4 whole inches…in a single night.
“Wh-what the f-fuck!?” he stammered up at Nora. “Wh—a…wh-what did you guys do t-to me!?”
“We didn’t do anything to you, little guy,” corrected Nora, grinning at him as she once again took her seat and started to stir the cauldron with a big wooden ladle. “Whatever happened to you…that was all our little Harper’s doing. You’re hers, little man — hers.”
John couldn’t stand to listen to any of this anymore. It was just too much. Suddenly acting on his protective, fear-driven instinct, he fled from the sorority house, almost tripping down the steep stairs in his oversized shoes, pants, and shirt.
“See you soon, shrinkie!” called Nora’s deep, rich, laughing voice after him.
John didn’t know where he was running to. He was just desperate to get away from that house…that awful house. Within a minute, his lungs were burning, and the mild, cool September air seemed to have transformed into an oven around his body as the sweat trickled down his forehead and back. His first coherent thought was to run back to his dorm room, but he quickly realized that he couldn’t do that. The other guys would see that he was shorter…and skinnier…and…and he just couldn’t let them see that. There had to be some way…some way to undo whatever had happened to him.
Harper! He would go find her! What class was she in right now!? No, it was Saturday…there weren’t any classes today…where was she?? Probably at the library…that’s where she usually went to study. He would go there! He would find her and…and demand an answer to…to whatever she had done to him.
But right then, John stopped in his tracks, bending down to put his hands on his knees as he caught his breath. He still wasn’t sure that he had actually shrunk. He glanced up to look around. People were milling about, walking down the sidewalks with their bookbags, laughing and talking, hanging out on the greenspace in little groups, and so on. The sun was high in the sky, the birds were chirping merrily, and a sudden cool breeze caressed his face. Everything seemed so…normal. There was just no way that all that had happened to him.
John straightened up and took several deep breaths. Being away from that sorority house seemed to have restored his senses a little. And, suddenly, he looked to his right and realized that he had stopped directly in front of the University Medical Center. That was it! He would go in for a quick physical! He’d get weighed and measured by an actual doctor, and that would prove that Nora was just fucking with him, that this was all just a big joke.
He walked in, and was able to book an immediate appointment, since it was the weekend and no one was trying to get a doctor’s note to miss class. Ten minutes later, he was in one of the exam rooms, and a middle-aged female nurse came in with a clipboard.
“Just a quick little check-up today, huh?” she said.
“Yep!” answered John, excited to get all this nonsense behind him.
“Well alright then,” said the nurse, smiling. “It’s not common that we see young men coming in here, just for a check-up. Good on you!”
“Haha, well, it’s always good just to, uh, you know…be reassured sometimes,” laughed John.
“Absolutely,” replied the nurse. She proceeded to check his temperature.
“Hmm, 99.6…a little high,” murmured the nurse. “Not quite feverish…but a little high. You feeling a little off? A little malaise, perhaps?”
“Uh, n-no,” said John, feeling his brain darken.
“Hmm, ok,” said the nurse. “No big deal. Now blood pressure.”
The nurse strapped the velcro around his exposed arm, and John couldn’t help but notice that his arm definitely seemed skinner than he had ever remembered it looking.
“130 over 85,” said the nurse, jotting down the number on her clipboard.
“Is that…is that bad?” ventured John.
“Well, it’s not ideal,” said the nurse. “It’s pre-hypertension.” She looked over at him searchingly. “You smoke?”
“No!” said John, a little defensively. He smoked occasionally, but had never actually bought a pack of cigarettes for himself.
“Drink a lot?” asked the nurse dispassionately, looking at her clipboard.
“N-well..I did have a few last night,” admitted John, “But I, uh, I don’t drink all the time or anything.”
“Hmm, the drinks last night may explain it,” said the nurse. “Still though, keep an eye on that blood pressure. Try and exercise routinely, eat healthily, limit the alcohol and sodium in your diet, and so on. I’ll print you up a little hand-out to take with you. No need to be alarmed or anything. Just some stuff to keep in mind, ok?”
“O-ok,” said John. He hadn’t been expecting any of this; he just wanted to move past all this other stuff and get to the weighing and height measurement. A minute later, he got his wish.
“Alright, take your shoes off and come on over here to stand on the scale,” said the nurse. John did so, ignoring how easy it was to kick off his shoes. His heart was hammering away in his chest as he stood up on the scale. Standing now, John could see that the nurse was actually rather tall…a few inches taller than him, it seemed. Her hand delicately adjusted the manual scale…John couldn’t help but think that her hand looked…rather large…and that her fingers looked long and…and thick. Her red nails were sharped at the ends, not unlike Nora’s. He swallowed an uncomfortable lump in his throat.
“Hmm…o-k..looks like you’re about an even 165 pounds, “ announced the nurse.
“Th-that…that can’t be right,” said John, feeling his heart dropping down into his stomach. “I…I weigh…I weighed…like…175 pounds…just, like…a week ago.”
“Well,” said the nurse, turning her head slightly to the side as she looked at him curiously, “You weigh 165 now. Look at the scale.”
There wasn’t arguing with the evidence in front of him. John could feel himself getting a little faint. This couldn’t be real…it couldn’t be happening…it wasn’t possible. No one could shrink like this!
“You ok?” asked the nurse kindly, her eyes still regarding him closely. "Sudden weight loss could indicate some kind of serious problem."
“I’m…I’m fine,” said John. “I think I, uh...I just misread my weight last time. Let’s just…uh…let’s see how tall I am.”
The nurse extended out the metal measuring stick from the top of the scale. She pulled it out a little, and then extended the metal arm that went down flat on top of his head.
“Mmhm,” said the nurse, nodding her head. “Just under 5’9. Let’s call it 5’8 and three quarters.”
John didn’t say anything. He was just staring straight ahead — his insides had tightened up around his stomach, and he felt the horrid, searing pulse of his heart seeming to strain and toil in the middle of his body. His chest began to burn. A cold sweat broke out on his forehead and started to moisten the skin above his upper lip…he became intently aware of the little hairs there…his arms were feeling prickly…his legs too. He felt like he was about to throw up.
“Are you ok?” came the nurse’s voice at his right. But her concern only seemed to exacerbate the panic he was feeling. Clearly, there was something wrong with him…otherwise why would she have asked? And there was no question now…he was smaller. He had shrunk.
“I’m…I’m n-not 5’8,” he managed to breathe, still staring straight ahead.
“Well, no, you’re a little taller — 5’8 and three quarters,” the nurse chuckled in his ear.
“N-no,” said John, turning toward her desperately. “I’m…I’m 6’1!”
The nurse’s eyebrows came together slightly as she peered at him silently for a moment. Suddenly, a little smile came to her face, which made John feel even sicker.
“No, I’m actually 6’1,” said the nurse, pointing down to the 3-inch scale that John was standing on. The nurse had on flats, and she stepped up a little closer, to indicate to John that, even though he was receiving a 3-inch boost from the scale, she was still a couple inches taller than him.
“B-but…but no!” said John desperately. “I…I know I was 6’1 like…like 2 weeks ago! I measured!”
“Haha, welllll,” said the nurse, not bothering to hide the little smirk on her lips, “I don’t know what to tell you. You must have been measuring wrong. You sure you’re ok?”
John just stood there gaping stupidly for several seconds…but, in a sudden instant, he saw the look of genuine concern in the nurse’s deep brown eyes…and he noticed that he was looking slightly up into them. She couldn’t have been that old, actually…maybe she was only 40…she was rather pretty, in fact. Something seemed to change within him, and the panic attack that had been imminent just moments before suddenly dissipated.
“Y-yeah,” muttered John, breaking their eye contact and staring down at the floor. The nurse’s legs filled out her baggy scrubs pants…her thighs and hips were pretty hefty…but curvy. She definitely weighed over 200 pounds.
“You sure?” asked the nurse. “You went a little pale there for a minute.”
“Just, uh…just need a little breakfast…uh, I mean, lunch…is all,” said John.
A few minutes later he was walking out of the medical center in a daze. But he wasn’t really hungry. All he wanted to do now was find Harper, and ask her what on earth was going on.
It wasn’t hard to find her. Ten minutes later, he was in the library, and spotted her unmistakable dark auburn hair from the back. She was at a table, alone, surrounded by three or four open books. John had been angry at her before, but as soon as he saw the back of her head, his negative emotions seemed to neutralize in his brain. He walked up to her, almost like he was in a dream, and stood behind her, watching her work for a couple seconds. Then he shook his head clear, and realized that he should say something to avoid seeming like a creep.
“Uh…H-Harper,” he stuttered softly.
She whipped around, stunning him with the sudden beauty of her face. Her cheeks were full and rosy, and the wide smile on her lips seemed larger than he had ever seen…her lips…they were just…thicker. Her whole body looked thicker.
“John!” she said enthusiastically, though still quietly (since they were in the library, after all). “You snuck up on me!”
“Haha, w-well…” he said, but his words caught in his throat as Harper stood up and stepped toward him, embracing him in a hug. Her sandalwood scent overwhelmed his nostrils, and his dick hardened instantly at her smell and touch. But John wasn’t as aware of all that — he was more focused on the fact that the top of Harper’s head was higher than his eyes…and that, as she squeezed him, her flesh felt firmer, stronger, and just…bigger…all around him. She squeezed him, and he felt his spine pop in a few places.
Harper stepped away from the hug, grinning slightly up at him, her radiant face framed by the flows of her luscious auburn hair. Had it gotten thicker too?! John looked down at her feet…she wasn’t wearing heels. Her thighs were bigger through her skin-tight jeans…her hips were wider…she was wearing a tight t-shirt that showed off her bigger boobs…her arms were fuller…she brought them up to push the hair behind her ears, and John could see her biceps flexing unmistakably under her feminine plushness. She blinked at him lushly.
John let out a pant that was a mixture of arousal and panic. He had to say something.
“Y-you’re…you’re b-bigger, Harper!” he whispered. “And…and taller!”
“And you,” she said with a wry smirk, “You’re skinner…and shorter!”
