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Free SizeCon Story: Every Con Has Its Pros
🕑 Added 2021-03-04 21:51:16 +0000 UTCa story I wrote at my booth during the winter SizeCon (micro) that features shrinking and blueberry expansion
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Every Con has it’s Pros
A story by Hugo Prosperio
for SizeCon (micro) 2021
Genevive Morgana stared out over the convention floor, sighing to herself. A comic book convention was probably not the best place for her to sell her wares, but she figured they might be some crossover with the Dungeons and Dragons crowd. Compared to the tables selling art and toys, her booth full of odd old trinkets and colorful vials seemed uninteresting to most guests.
Being a witch in a modern world was hard, and in reality, she didn’t much care for having to venture out into the world of normal humans, but her mother insisted on it being good for her.
“Without them, we’d never make a dime” she had once said. “They always need something.”
“This is beneath me. I am a Morgana. We are one of the most powerful bloodlines in the witch world. Not a cheap snake oil saleswoman.” she said under her breath, stirring her coffee and looking out at the other vendors with a sense of disgust.
“Not much business, huh?” asked the pink-haired girl at the booth next to her. She sold trinkets that she had made using resin and glitter. Trivial things that no one needed, Genevive thought.
“Not really no. How about you?” Genevive asked.
“Oh, it’s going great. My little resin earrings are going like hotcakes. I got these Avengers-themed ones that really…”
“That’s nice” Genevive said, cutting her off. “What exactly are you selling anyway? Magical potions?!” said the girl with a smile and giggle.
She meant no ill will with her comment, but her giggle made Genevive’s face tighten. The girl was laughing. She didn’t like when people laughed at her. she didn’t like being made fun of. She decided to show her exactly how magical these potions were.
“Perhaps. Care to try one?” she said, letting her face relax into a smile. “On the house. For my booth neighbor.” She said as she procured one of the small vials. She extended it out to the girl, who chuckled.
“What the hell, why not. So kind of you.” the girl said as she looked at it. “The bottle is so cute. The little cork is a nice touch”
“I strive for the right aesthetic” Genevive said with a grin, watching the girl uncork it and sniff.
“Smells like roses...and lavender. “ the girl noted.
“The essential oils I use really make it smell and taste good.” Genevive said with a smile. The quality of her potions was something she was always proud of.
“Well, if it tastes as good as it smells, it’ll be great,” She said. “Is it like an energy supplement or something?”
“Or something.” the witch said simply, watching the annoying pink-haired girll finally sip the contents of the bottle down. She handed the vial back and smiled at the witch, thankful for the sample.
“Really good. I like it. Might have to buy some before the con is over.” she said as she turned away to talk to a customer at her booth.
Genevive glanced over and watched, curiously. She watched as her victim finished her transaction and started to flow a bit as she sat back down, glancing at her phone. Her clothing started to get a bit big on her as it was clear to the witch that she was shrinking.
“Works like a charm,” she said with a smirk as the girl’s sneakers slid off her feet and hit the floor while her leggings started to look huge as her legs pulled up towards her, fabric flapping against the chair. A similar motion was occurring to her arms as they pulled into her t-shirt sleeves.
It wasn’t until her head started to get smaller and pull down into her shirt’s neckhole that she started to realize something was dramatically wrong. “Uh. ummm. Hey!” she said turning towards Genevive’s booth as best she could. “I think your energy supplement….”
“Magic potion” Genevive corrected. “You wanted to try a potion, so I obliged.” She said simply.
“What’s happening to me?” She gulped.
“Ugh, how are humans so unperceptive. You are shrinking, I would think it was obvious.” She said
“What?! This isn’t possible, people don’t just shrink!” she cried out.
“Pretty bold thing for someone who is clearly shrinking to say!” Laughed the witch as she watched the clothing start to become too much for the smaller woman.
“You can’t do this to..mmmmmmmmph” came the silenced voice of the girl as her shirt covered her reducing form.
“Well, I did do it to you” said the Witch as she stood up and reached into the clothing and pulled out the poor vendor, naked as could be and about a foot tall, still getting smaller.
“No! Put me down! This is insane! Why would you shrink me?”
“You made fun of my potions, I figured I’d show you they were very real. I’m a witch, after all.” Genevive said simply.
“Made fun of?” the girl asked as she squirmed in the grip of the now giant woman. “You laughed at them.”
Genevive replied with a grim look on her face. “I don’t like being laughed at.”
“That wasn’t me laughing at you. I thought they were cute, it was a giggle! What is wrong with you?” the girl said.
Genevive tightened her grip on the girl as her face got far more serious. “It might not be wise to imply that something is “wrong” with the woman who shrank you with magic.”
“Listen, I am sorry if you were offended, just...unshrink me, please. I don’t like this.”
“What is your name?” Genevive asked.
She shivered. The cool air of the convention hall’s powerful AC was quite brisk on her naked form. Genevive noted her nipples perking up thanks to the breeze that swayed past them. Soon she had reached about six inches tall which is when the shrinking stopped, but she still felt very strange. “My name is Beth.” she told the witch.
“Well, Beth, I don’t really care to unshrink you. Despite your intentions, I am a witch, and I am not a particularly kind one. Besides, the potion isn’t done yet.” She said poking the girl’s nose, then chuckling as a smile stretching across her face.
Beth went cross-eyed for a moment looking at her nose, and watched it turn a shade of blue that made her yelp. “What is that?!”
“The potion I gave you. It’s main ingredient isn’t something too far fetched. No batwings, or laceflies. Nope. The key ingredient in that is blueberry juice.”
“Blueberry juice? Wait. No!” she said as she felt tingles running up and down her tiny body. The blue had spread rather quickly over her entire body. She looked the bodypainting models a few booths down, only the color was much more vibrant and rich. She waved her fingers in front of her, hardly able to believe it.
“My mother has always been rather fond of human movies, with the Willy Wonka movie being a particular favorite. I thought it might be a fun potion to try and make, to recreate that one girl’s berrylicious fate!” she said as she picked up the girl between her fingers, dangling her over the booth, then pulled out a glass jar with lid with a few holes poked in the top. She dropped the girl inside and screwed the lid back on. “Thank you for giving me the chance to test it today.”
“No please let me out” Beth said as she pounded on the wall of the glass prison she found herself in. “Someone will come looking for me!”
“Well, someone has a high opinion of themselves, thinking everyone will be worried if you don’t continue making...ashtrays.” Genevive said with a disgusted look.
“They are not ashtrays! This isn’t funny!” Beth shouted as she felt a gurgle in her belly and looked down to watch it swell up. “AH!”
“No, it’s downright hilarious!” the witch said, grin as wide as ever. She watched the little girl start to swell up all over, her butt growing wider and torso swelling up, her breasts perched upon a now round orb of blue flesh that was still growing. “Please stop” she said as her cheeks blew up and made it hard to speak, her chin melding with the ball like shape she had taken on.
“Oh god I can juice!” she said smacking her lips. She enjoyed the flavor, and her mind told her to gulp it down, but she knew that she needed to stay focused.
Her legs and arms began to be absorbed by the growing berry she was becoming, leaving her hands and feet flapping, but soon she couldn’t move them because she had reached the sides of the glass. She was quickly running out of room to expand and grow, which made her panic. “I’ll pop!” she cried. “The juice is too much. Please. I don’t want to die.”
“Oh you are so dramatic. I wouldn’t let that happen” the witch said. “Too much of a mess to clean up” she added as she pulled out a vial of clear liquid and let it dribble through the holes. “Drink up.”
“An antidote! Thank goodness” Beth cried as she licked up the liquid.
“Um. Not quite.” The witch giggled watching the girl’s form start to shrink again.
“NO!” Beth cried as her entire form sucked inward and downward. Soon she was truly berry sized, her tiny squeaks no longer understandable to Genevive.
“Sorry, I can’t quite hear you. But don’t worry! Plenty of room for you to grow now!” Genevive said with a smile as she turned and folded up the berry’s former clothing and slid them under table, and put up a closed sign on Beth’s booth.
A few hours later, Genevive had a few buyers for some fertility potions, and one that was intended to increase the buyer’s breast size, but business had still not picked up quite a lot.
“Oh wow, look at that” said one young woman who approached the booth and saw a jar with a squished blue figure inside, juice leaking out of it’s nipples against the side of the glass. “Is that some sort of sculpture or something?”
“Or something.” Genevive said. “It is cute, no?”
“Yes quite. It reminds me of something I saw at this other Con I got to. SizeCon. Have you heard of it?”
“Hmmm. No, can’t say that I have. They like this kind of thing?” She asked curiously of the woman. She pulled out her phone and did a quick internet search for this SizeCon while the girl blabbed on.
“Oh for sure, they love stories of people blowing up like balloons or blueberries, shrinking, growing, giants and giantesses. It’s all really fun. Is this for sale?”
“Oh, well it’s rather personal, but I’d be willing to part with the little juicy gal for...say 30 dollars?”
“Oh that’s excellent. Sold!” she said slipping her some cash, and Genevive took out a bag and placed the jar inside. It was hard to tell she was even human, but the little tuft of pink hair let her find the girl's head. She smiled. The bloated face of the berry girl was hard to make out, but her eyes were wide and full of a mixture of fear and anger, which tickled Genevive pink.
“Take good care of her. She’s very special. May need to juice her though so she doesn’t...get too messy.” giggled the witch.
“Thank you.” she said as she walked off giddily with her new purchase.
“Goodbye Beth. I should probably told that girl to not get any of the juice on her, but oh well.” She said looking back at her phone.
“I think I’ll have to get a booth at this SizeCon. I think I could really make some magic for those folks.” she said, her grin growing once more.
THE END
