Dahlia stood in front of the mirror, fluffing her curls just right. “Okay,” she said, spinning once with a wink. “I’m almost ready! Just give me five more minutes.”
You leaned against the doorway, grinning. “You look amazing.”
She smirked. “Damn right I do.”
But then your grin widened.
She paused. “Wait… why are you looking at me like—”
You murmured the incantation.
Her eyes went wide. “No—wait, don’t you—!”
Fwoomp.
She gasped as a hot shiver raced down her spine—then her body began to dwindle smaller… and smaller. Her breath hitched, knees wobbling, every inch lost sending a pulse of pleasure through her shrinking frame.
“Not again!” she squeaked, now standing no taller than your shin.
You crouched, admiring her. “You look so much cuter like this.”
She stomped a tiny bare foot on the hardwood. “Why did I ever teach you that spell?!”
You chuckled, scooping her up. “Because you secretly love it.”
Her cheeks flushed. “Shut up.”
You kissed her tiny nose.
She didn’t resist.
Mrsenoreddie
2025-04-21 21:05:13 +0000 UTC