Magic Feet 2 - The Pirouette

Jason couldn’t believe how things had changed. And although he was still small enough to be stepped on, the immediate danger seemed to have passed. Through what could only be magic, Bel had reversed her size—no, not reversed—she’d stolen some of Jane’s! So much had happened in the last couple of days and Jason was having trouble keeping up.

Bel, currently naked and back to normal size, spread her legs wide enough so that the tiny people couldn’t escape. Although Jason knew he was aligned with the giantess, he still felt small and afraid. Then there was Jane to deal with—she’d originally shrunken him and Bel when she learned of their little tryst. But ultimately, the joke was on her, as Jason was certain he’d be restored to normal size soon enough.

“Okay, my turn, love,” said the tiny man, easing away from Jane. The shrunken woman turned around and stared at him with pure venom. Only moments ago she was large enough to make his life pure hell.

“It doesn’t work that way,” said Bel, the exotic beauty. “My magic takes from others and gives to me.”

“There’s no such thing as magic,” said Jane, facing the giantess again, this time with her hip locked and arms crossed. It would’ve been funny had the situation not been so intense.

Bel threw her head back and cackled, her chest rising and falling. The laugh ended with her running a hand up her leg and across her nipple. When she squeezed it, both grew firm and tall. Jason noticed the goosebumps rising to her skin.

“Magic is quite real, little lady. I’ve been studying it for years. How do you think I’ve made myself so . . . exquisitely beautiful?” She shrugged and added, “It wasn’t from hard work.”

“I’ve done the same thing but with technology. You know, the real way? You’ve stolen my father’s tech, haven’t you?”

Again, the hearty laugh. “I don’t know your daddy, sweetheart. Now I’m done talking about this. What to do with you? What to do . . .”

“And what about me?” Jason asked, now closer to her feet than to Jane.

Bel laughed and sat up, toppling the tiny woman who tried to follow with her eyes. Her hands swept across and she snatched both little people from the bed. She lay back and held them at arm’s length, as if they were dolls for her amusement. And in reality—that’s what they’d become. Jason worried he’d traded one unstable giantess for another. As long as he could keep Bel happy, he’d be safe.

But then she did something completely unexpected.

She placed the tiny people on her stomach, far enough below her breasts so that she could see them. Jane covered herself with her hands, as if she weren’t a mega-sized bitch yesterday who used him as a human fucktoy. He couldn’t help but shake his head and laugh.

“I want you to suck his dick,” said the giantess.

Both tinies looked up at her in disbelieve, both uttering a singular word: “Seriously?”

“Well he stayed with you for some reason. I want to see your technique, girl. Get to it.”

“I’m not doing that,” said Jane, crossing her arms over. She turned to Jason. “Never again.”

He was feeling a tingle in the head of his cock. He believed her, but he also believed Bel could get whatever she wanted. The giantess breathed a sigh, borne purely out of irritation and brought her hand up. Jane winced, sure that she was about to be squashed flat. Jason worried about the same thing but luckily the giantess had no such plans—at least not yet. She put up two fingers like the peace-sign, then pushed down on Jane’s shoulders until the woman was on her knees.

“Get in position, little man. Don’t make me get forceful with you, too.”

“Hey, Bel, what’s the big idea? I thought we were partners here!”

“Dance partners, maybe. But I don’t think that’s going to work out, either. We’ll have to see.”

That angered him more than anything but he couldn’t help that he was still feeling immense arousal. The whole situation, the reversal in the ladies’ size, it was all enough to make him forget how Bel’s personality was changing. He lined himself up just in front of Jane who was struggling to stand. With two iron-like fingers on her shoulders, she wasn’t going anywhere without Jane’s approval.

“Now, do a good job. Get him off quickly and I just might give you a break.”

“You know he doesn’t get off quickly,” Jane said, reaching up and grabbing his cock.

Bel smirked. “Maybe not for you.”

Jason wanted to smile but thought it best to keep that humor to himself, especially when his favorite organ was about to go between teeth. Jane wouldn’t make eye-contact as she straightened her back and started to suck. No foreplay, no tongue action, no seductive moans or handwork. She went straight to work pumping his cock in and out.

Bel relaxed and settled back, her fingers continuing to caress her nipple. Jason tried not to make eye-contact but it was difficult when she was so large and commanding. Their gazes locked and for a moment he wished he was back to normal size so that he could give her what she needed. But even as the thought crossed his mind, she laughed, as if able to read his thoughts.

“Don’t worry, lover. You’re plenty useful. You’ll give me everything I need and more.”

“How did . . .”

“Nope,” she said, and put a large finger right across his mouth, which was also right across his entire face. “Just enjoy what’s happening. I don’t hear you moaning, love. What’s the matter? Jane not up to the task?”
 “This isn’t exactly fun circumstances,” she said, breaking from her suction.

“No one told you to stop. See, this is your problem. You don’t keep rhythm so Jason can’t get off. He’s told me about that so many times.”

Jason froze, for that was surely a lie. He never had any sort of sexual talks with Bel where Jane was concerned. In fact, he went out of his way to never talk about either girl to the other. Bel was simply trying to rile up Jane—and it was working, as was evidenced by the slight nibble he felt on the head of his cock.

“Careful, girl,” he told her, pulling her hair back. She said nothing, just continued to work, although her body had gone rigid.

Bel’s heat continued to increase, obviously from a rise in her own arousal. But then she seemed to grow bored of what was happening, bored of Jane’s inability to please Jason, so she shoved her hand between and separated her shrunken pets. With her right hand, she knocked Jane to her knees, then dragged her down until the tiny woman was lying flush on the giantess’s labia. She picked Jason up with her left hand, imprisoning his tiny form in her massive, elegant fingers. Jane struggled valiantly, protested, but each time she tried to speak, Bel drove her face into it even harder. Jason spied a look back from Bel’s fingers and found his former girlfriend with her arms flailing, face-down against the giant clit.

“Let’s show this mini-bitch how it’s done, shall we?” Bel’s breath was sweet and warm as her tongue lashed out and dragged across Jason’s crotch. She applied just enough pressure for the roughness to make him stiffen, but then she relaxed and used her tongue in a gentler, darting motion. The tip struck the head of his cock and each time he melted into her hand a little bit more.

Jane was a little more receptive to the job she’d been given, or at least was quieter. Jason flashed a look back and found that Bel only needed two fingers to keep her in place, and that the shrunken woman was licking across her lips in long, cat-like strides. There was a tingle between Jason’s legs, but that was obviously because of Bel’s tactics rather than anything Jane was up to.

Bel’s lips parted around his cock and he could see the chomping ends of her teeth. It only scared him for a moment because he could read in Bel’s body language that she meant him no harm. Still, just with Jane when the tables were turned, it was disconcerting to have one’s most vital organ in front of lips so big. He felt like a piece of chocolate about to be devoured! She grinned, the sound of her drawing muscles loud at such closeness. She used her lips to form a track for her tongue, and she dragged the tip back and forth across the head of his cock.

He collapsed against her face, riding the waves of her nose and cheeks until he could feel it in his stomach that he was going to cum. Jason was moaning and Bel mimicked it, not for her own pleasure, but to get a rise out of Jane who was probably fuming down below. And when he finally did shoot his meager load into her mouth, she kept sucking until he was forced to push off her cheeks.

When it was over, she placed him on her breast, facing her feet. Together they watched Jane work, although she was growing too tired to keep up. Bel released her and the woman collapsed on shaky arms. After resting for a moment, she lifted herself and looked at them both with hate-filled eyes.

“Go show your ex-girlfriend how it’s done, little lover,” said Bel, and she gently prodded her nails into Jason’s back until he was sliding off her breast. Jane stood and moved aside, wiping her chin and never taking her eyes from her equal-sized former lover.

“Not sure why you’re giving me attitude,” he said as they passed. “This was your mess. You did this to us.”

“Did what? Push your dick into her?”

He shrugged. “In a way, yeah. But you crossed a line when you took matters into your own hands and broke into her fucking apartment! And now I don’t think we’re going to let it slide.”

Jane put her hands on her hips and laughed. “We’re? Last I checked, love, you’re still small, too.”

That took the bounce out of his step, a dejection that wasn’t lost to Jane. She laughed and turned to the giantess just as Jason went to work, using the palms of his hands to massage the giant lady’s pussy. Up top, Bel was turning over ideas in her head for how she would proceed in life with her biggest rival only six-inches tall.

“What are you doing?” asked Jane. “Put my phone down right now!”

“What’s your passcode, darling?”

“Like I would tell you.”

“Foolish little girl,” said Bel playfully. Jason didn’t slow his rhythm because he didn’t want to be caught up in whatever calamity was about to befall Jane.

And then she was swept away so quickly that Jason had no choice but to stand up because Bel’s lower half pivoted. Jane was at the bottom of the bed, her head and shoulders hanging off but Bel’s giant toes were holding her in place, squeezing and pressing into her breasts. It was painful by the way the girl’s face was screwed up in a grimace, but it was also keeping her from tumbling off the bed.

“Get off me, you big-footed bitch! How do you dance with these meat blocks?” Jane was using her free hand to punch Bel in the biggest toe, a move that only made the giantess laugh. Instead of answering, she pressed harder, and now Jane’s scream was enough to make Jason take a few steps down her leg.

“This upsetting you, baby?” asked the giantess.

Jason shook his head. “No. Just . . . don’t want you to make a mess on her bed.”

“That’s up to her. The code, please.”

Jane held out a little while longer but the rush of blood to her head meant the stalemate would end. She blurted out, “Six-five-eight-five!”

“Thank you, darling,” said Bel. And she pinched Jane around the waist with her toes and dragged her back up to level ground. The shrunken woman lay on her back, panting with her hands covering her face. Jason had never seen Jane cry and he didn’t want to see it now. He thought it best to get back to work.

“So what are you doing?” Jane asked a short time later after she’d composed herself and sat up, cross-legged.

Bel grinned. “Right now I’m going through your social media and making you look like a clown. I never knew that Jane Laroquette was so racist and political. I thought Mr. Hamilton told us to avoid saying things like that on public forums.”

“You bitch!” said the tiny woman. Bel lifted a foot but Jane cowered away. Jason felt bad for his former girlfriend—Mr. Hamilton, the theater company’s manager, would be up in arms. He was the one who personally selected Jane to be Laura Divine’s replacement.

“Are you worried about your job, little lady? How do you expect to dance in front of thousands of people when you’re just six inches tall?”

“Because you’ll fix me back and we’ll talk about this like adults.”

“Says the girl who came in and shrunk me and Jason without warning. I’ll pass on the talking. Besides, we have a problem. I can’t make you big again without shrinking myself back down. And I’m just not ready to be a tiny little twat, ya know?”

Jane was seething. She balled her hands into fists and sat down on the bed again, looking like a tiny wind-up doll. If Jason would’ve been noble, he would’ve gone to his shrunken former girlfriend and told her it would all be okay. But he wasn’t noble, nor did he know if it would all be okay.

“They’ll be looking for me,” said Jane. “Rehearsal is tomorrow morning! They’ll come looking for Jane Laroquette!”

“She won’t be here, but I can assure you they won’t care anymore.” Bel ended this with a giggle. The whole time the girls conversed, she never once looked up from the phone. Her thumbs tapped away like a dozen bees.

Jane stood again, her anger unbridled. She walked up Bel’s leg and stood next to Jason but she paid him no attention. The tiny girl said, “What did you do?”

Again, the laughter.

“What did you do?” Jane screamed.

She read from the phone: “Dear world, I should have posted earlier but I didn’t know how to express it. I have been horribly depressed for many months now and I need to get my head together. Jason and I will be spending a few weeks in Fiji while I heal. Because of this, I will not be replacing Laura Divine. I’m sure my troupe will find a wonderful replacement. Please, no calls during this time.”

“You fucking bitch!” said Jane, racing up Bel’s thigh. Jason slowly got to his feet, feeling a mix of trepidation and curiosity. Bel had woven the fantasy to involve him—did she not plan on making him big again?

He found it ridiculous that Jane would rush toward Bel’s upper half, thinking she could do anything other than make the giantess angry. Bel entertained the storming woman for only a few seconds and once she was halfway up her stomach, swatted her aside. Jane made a pathetic little squeal and tumbled onto the bed at her side.

But she wasn’t finished—she dragged her claws across Bel’s sensitive skin above her hip. It was enough to make the giantess move aside—and snatch the tiny woman in a tight fist. Jane couldn’t struggle because her arms were caught beneath Bel’s fingers. The only thing she could manage was a hard stare. Bel said, “I should just twist your head off and be done with you.”

“Then do it!” she said.

“Maybe later. But right now, I have plans for you.” She looked past her, to the tiny man and said, “You need to finish me off, little lover. We need to leave.”

“I’m doing the best I can,” he said, taking offense.

“Do better. And get inside.”

Any thoughts of protest died when she spread her legs, put a couple of fingers on his ass, and shoved him forward. It was awkward, his shoulders having trouble clearing. But soon he found an angle with the help of her fingers and Jason disappeared completely inside his girlfriend. Outside, he could only wonder what was happening. Were they fighting? Was Bel about to slam her foot down and end Jane once and for all?

The only thing he could do was satisfy his giantess and hope at the end of it all, she’d spare him. His relationship with Jane was over. There was no more allegiance there. If he wanted to survive this, he had to make sure that he remained on good terms with Bel. Unfortunately, Jane had other plans.

***

Bel meant to leave the apartment with her shrunken toys but once Jason was finished satisfying her, Jane stood on the nightstand and made a declaration.

“If you’re going to ruin my life, you might as well ruin his, too.”

“He’s been a good boy,” said Bel, looking around Jane’s place, admiring the dancing trophies she’d earned throughout her career. She ransacked her closet and picked a pair of jeans and a shirt—the girls were close enough builds so that Bel didn’t have to leave the place naked.

“Has he? Maybe you should check his phone, too.”

Jason felt his blood go cold. She wouldn’t know . . . would she?

“And exactly what am I searching for?” she asked, pulling Jason’s phone from his pocket. “And I need your code, too.”

“C’mon, babe. She’s just trying to get between us.”

“I didn’t think we kept secrets?” said the giantess, and for once her fierce eyes were turned fully to him. “Code, please.”

“Twelve-seventeen.”

“Aww, my birthday,” said Jane. “Guess he likes me more than you think.”

“Mmhmm,” said Bel, thumbing through his pictures. “No nudes, no dick pics, nothing. Just silly memes.”

“Go to his contacts.”

“Mmhmm, nothing spectacular there, either.”

“You have to scroll down. Way down,” said Jane, and now she turned to Jason because they both knew the secret. She must have gone through his phone one night while he was asleep—and went digging far into the past. Why didn’t he just delete those messages?

“Scrolling. I’m getting bored.” Bel twisted a dark curl of her hair around her finger.

“Find . . . somewhere around last June. Which would’ve been around the time you two started seeing each other behind my back.”

“Yep. Just says . . .”

“Anthony Bowler? That’s right. Have a look at those messages. This is one of Jason’s friends who works at Immigration Affairs. I’m sure he’s never mentioned him to you . . . for obvious reasons.”

But Bel wasn’t listening anymore. Her attention was fully swept away by the conversation he’d had with his friend all those months ago when it was suggested they run a background check on Bel. How she managed to get so far within the dance company was a mystery—but paperwork trailed behind everyone.

She spoke, her voice cracking. “You . . . were going to have me deported?”

“Yes, he was!” Jane said. “I think he wanted leverage in case something ever happened between the two of you like, I dunno, talking about a secret affair?”

Her eyes found Jason and he nearly wept. “Babe, it wasn’t like that. We had just met. I didn’t know if you’d be cool or not. I needed . . . I needed a way out in case things got bad.”

“I see,” she said, far calmer than Jason would’ve thought. This was probably more terrifying.

She finished gathering up their things—stowing Jason’s clothes and their phones in her bag, and then she took Jane’s shrinking wand. After that, she put them both in her purse and said, “We’ll talk about this when we get home.”

And then she cinched the purse and the darkness became complete.

***

For the first few minutes, they were quiet. The tension in the purse was thick. Jason could smell Jane—and Bel—all over his skin, for he’d been with both women in giant form. He could hear his former girlfriend sobbing somewhere in a dark corner. Beneath his feet, the rumble of the car.

“Is there a way to use this on her?” Jason tapped his foot against the wand, feeling the cold metal against his sole.

She smirked. “I doubt we’d get lucky enough to blast her.”

“And we can’t get bigger with it?”

“No. I wasn’t lying. The growth function doesn’t work well.”

“But Bel made herself bigger . . .”

“With magic, Jason. Christ, that’s what she said, at least.”

“So what now?” he asked to the silence, wishing he could see her face.

“Now we try to survive. This is our life now.”

“Yeah, I appreciate that little tidbit of info you gave her.”

Jane was much closer when she said, “If my life is going to be a living hell then so is yours.”

He never wanted to hit someone before, but probably could’ve started with Jane. They sat in silence a while longer until the car turned off. The trip was much longer than it should’ve been, and neither of them could have known that she drove outside the city to destroy and throw away their phones. Both were asleep, lounging against the silky interior of the purse when she arrived at her apartment.

“Welcome to your new home, little fuckers!” she said, voice traveling through the purse. She gave their prison a jingle which turned out to be painful because all of her makeup, as well as the shrinking wand, bounced into their unsuspecting bodies. Jason gave a little cry as the purse turned upside down, just as it had with Jane the day before—and emptied onto the bed.

She picked Jane up by the arm, the girl’s scream of pain quite loud for someone so small. Bel carried her back to the door and said, “You owe me a lock, you little bitch.”

“Bill me,” said Jane once she was seated comfortably on Bel’s palm.

“Oh, I will. Don’t you worry. It was so nice of you to PayPal me your savings to take care of your apartment before your trip. Also, I didn’t know you were bipolar. And you suffered from depression when you were younger? It’s truly amazing how much you can learn from someone with access to their phone. I think your mental health issues will be plenty enough reason for you to go off the deep end and disappear in Fiji.”

“You won’t get away with this,” said Jane.

“But I will. Now, come see where you’ll be sleeping.” She stopped by the bed and snatched Jason. “You can come, too. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you, little man.”

Bel’s apartment was two stories—a duplex but she owned both halves. He never had a reason to go up top, for the furthest he needed to venture was the bedroom, and perhaps the kitchen for an after-sex snack. But the loft up top was quite nice. She’d converted half of it to a studio—long, floor-to-ceiling mirrors lined one wall with a bar going all the way across the room. When she entered, it stirred the motion lights and the whole place lit up. On the other side of the loft was a spare bedroom, and in one corner on the floor—a dollhouse.

“Look, look!” she said excitedly. “It has a dancefloor. Go, check it out.”

She placed them at the doorway and when they refused to move, she stood and nudged them with her toes. Jason was the first to go in, if for no other reason than to put distance between himself and Bel. Once inside the entryway, he turned a full circle to appreciate the craftsmanship of the house.

This thing probably cost a fortune, he thought. The artistry in the finer details were amazing. He crept close to the wall and put his hands on it, amazed by intricate carving. Jane was standing just behind him, arms crossed over her bare chest. She was impressed by it as well, but she’d never say that.

“How did someone create something so ornate?” he asked.

“My great grandfather made this with his bare hands,” said a disembodied voice. Jason did another full circle and looked up to the second-floor landing, and beyond it a window. One of Bel’s massive green eyes was peering in.

“Your great grandfather?”

“That’s right. While he was shrunken down. My family has possessed that ability for some time. We’ve often swapped sizes throughout the years.”

“Why would anyone want to do that?” Jane said.

“We have our reasons. Now keep going to the rear of the house. I want you to see the ballroom.”

The artistry didn’t end at the wall carvings. This place was crafted as if it were a full-sized mansion. Detail was everywhere, from the windows, to the artwork, to the gilded chandeliers that hung in every room. But the real beauty was the marble floor of the ballroom. Its spiral pattern was dizzying, but the dancers weren’t meant to look down—only up. Above them hung the largest chandelier of all, its crystals glittering in the electrical wall sconces.

“Well don’t just stare, take her hand and dance,” said Bel.

Jason smirked. “You can’t be serious.”

“I’m quite serious. Give us a Foxtrot or a . . . Salsa.”

Jason just looked at Jane who shook her head in shame, but crept close anyway. Bel wasn’t going to let this drop—they were for her amusement now, and as Jane put her hand on Jason’s shoulder and he took her arm and straightened his posture, they knew she was hovering above, looking in through some unseen window or crevice.

Neither adhered to any sort of stylized dance, rather Jane let Jason lead. Their backs were straight, their lines smooth as arrows. They had no flowy dresses or snappy shoes. But they looked beautiful in miniature—naked little dolls that knew how to use their bodies in perfect concert. Twice, Jason spied the large, looming eye through the glass dome above and he wondered why Bel would make them do this. Both knew that she couldn’t handle seeing them together.

“Okay, enough of that,” she said sarcastically.

And true to her character, her hands rushed in through the ground floor doorway and snatched them. She dragged them out, then carried her pets down the steps and back into the bedroom. Bel shoved her purse’s contents to the side of the bed and then lay upon it. She put both Jason and Jane between her legs just as she raised them into the air. Wiggling her hips, she pulled her pants down, then tossed them across the room. The shrunken people were standing before her slit just as she dropped her legs back on the bed.

“I need help falling asleep, tiny people. Who wants to climb inside me?”

“I’ve already been,” said Jason, taking a step back.

Bel propped herself up on her elbows and laughed. “You used to love this pussy. Get in there, stupid.” And then, she used two fingers to hold herself open. “And what are you staring at, Jane? You’re next.”

She raised her foot and slammed it down on the shrunken woman, but thankfully the bed cushioned the impact. Bel stretched her leg out, dragging Jane to the end of the bed where she kept her pinned. By now, Jason was already halfway in, and when his progress was too slow, Bel relaxed her body and shoved him the rest of the way.

It was dark and tight, made more so by the Bel’s clenching. He could tell by the way gravity changed that she was arching her back, really getting into the feeling of a tiny, living sex toy between her legs. When he started to slide out, she snatched his ankles and began to push and pull him, dragging him like her favorite dildo. With each pass, she became wetter and wetter until finally she let go and he climbed deeper until his head bumped the fleshy end of her love tunnel.

He moved around, feeling her wetness seep across his body like a warm blanket, but Bel’s movements had stopped. Sure, she was still trembling, but something had changed. Her energy wasn’t the same. He was running out of air—by now she’d usually pulled him out. So, he used his heels to walk himself down until he could part her lips and slip out.

When he crashed against the covers, he knew something had changed. The sheet and blanket were thicker, almost thick enough that they didn’t look the same—his hand could slip through the threads. After flattening them enough so he could see over them, he stared up at the giant, beautiful body of Jane.

She was grinning down at him and his mind took a moment to catch up. A long pair of legs suddenly appeared around him—giant to Jason, equal to Jane. And that’s when his eyes drifted past his scorned girlfriend and found the wand lying on the bed, pointed right at Bel. Somehow Jane had wiggled from beneath her foot, aimed the device, and shrunk her. Only Jane didn’t just shrink his lover—she shrunk him, as well. And now that Bel was a mere six-inches tall like Jane, that put Jason at a fraction of an inch.

Bel got to her feet—he could feel the pure anger in her body, could feel the red-hot heat rolling off her flesh. She took a step back and squared herself with Jane who was still several inches away.

“Welcome to the Little People Club!” she said. “If I have to spend my life as a fucking toy then so do you!”

“I’ll get you for this,” said Bel.

“I’d love to see you try,” said Jane.

And Jason dropped to his knees and covered his head just as both women screamed and charged . . .

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