A Little Magic (Incomplete)

insomniac · 08-12-2007

This is my first serious attempt at a shrinking story. It's set in the Warcraft universe, if no other reason than it makes the shrinking more... believable? I dunno. Anyway...

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A Little Magic, Part 1

To say the least, eagles were not the best way to travel. No, Jessrae could have taken a ship on her quest to Stormwind, but instead chose to follow a dwarf she had met in Dalaran, who didn't reveal why he was there or why he was now going to Stormwind, but Jessrae was already behind schedule and was not in the mood to dig into dwarven goings-on.

She blushed the first time she fell asleep on the dwarf's shoulders, waking up when he pulled the reigns on the huge beast to catch an updraft, and was reassured when he told her that it wasn't the first time someone had fallen asleep while flying.

"Aye lass, even the bravest knights of your kind hav' to sleep sometime!" was what he said about the matter.

When the two landed, she found her legs stiff and weak. Through the bustling city she found the inn, where she was promised a hot bath and warm blankets. In minutes, she found herself in a small, cozy room, with Mindi, the innkeeper's teenage daughter standing in the doorway.

"I'm not sure if you know magic and all that, but if you want the water warmed, just come get me."

Jessrae was barely able to mutter a thank you before the door was shut. Going to the bed, she sat and began to undress. She removed her travel cloak and gloves, along with her shoes and tights. Her long dress hid most of her armor underneath, including her leather breastplate and wrist guards. She marveled at all the armor she now wore. Despite being in her mid-twenties, she was regarded as a very experienced mage, having dealt in small skirmishes as part of her training. But in the back of her mind, she wanted to break free of even just a few of her responsibilities, most of all her apparent promotion to message runner. Weren't there others for this menial task? Oh well. Flying with the dwarf had put her ahead of her scheduled lateness, which, she realized, had given her time to browse around the city, or simply relax.

Her lower half's soreness beckoned her again, and she called for Mindi, who arrived a few minutes later carrying a small package with her.

"Some gifts for you, miss," she said, handing the package to Jessrae," soaps and the like, to help you relax."

"Oh, thank you Mindi. I sure could use them after such a long ride on an eagle."

"You flew on an eagle?! I always wanted to fly on one," she said as she began to fill the bath. It was large enough to fit the manliest soldiers in the land, most of which were much taller and more broad than Jessrae could hope to be. Steam began to rise as the water toppled in from a faucet.

"While I do not deny their use, I don't believe the dwarves who fly with them know how unaccustomed the rest of us are to the motions. It's a lot like going up and down a hill on a cart, except if you fall off, you won't hit immediately hit the earth."

Mindi smiled as the bath was now full. She lay some towels on the bed and drew the curtains on the windows. Jessrae had almost forgotten about them. At least she hadn't begun to undress!

"Mindi?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you for the bath, and thank your mother for the room, it's more than I could have asked for."

"Oh, you're quite welcome," she beamed, "with father off in service, it's good to know we can handle things here alone."

With a click of the door handle, she was gone. Jessrae waited a few seconds, then locked the door. Going to the bed again, she opened the package, which revealed a bar of soap, candles, matches, and two bottles, which she guessed were for her hair. As she removed her dress, she smiled at her figure. Normally hidden under the tight armor, she admired her shapely hips and large breasts. She had gotten them late, and liked the idea of hiding them under her armor until she was ready to present them to whoever was lucky enough to catch her heart. She crossed the small room to the bath, which was still steaming. The box was now on a small table nearby. As she slipped in, the worries that were on her mind were quickly erased.

Deciding to get the worst out of the way, she took the bar of soap and began scrubbing. Thankfully, the soap was soft on her skin, and helped ease some of the pain on her legs. Her scrubbing took her near her privates. She set the soap aside, and smiled as her fingers drifted near the part of her she had neglected for years, her duties and mind refusing her the pleasure. It didn't help that she shared her quarters with two other women, neither of which, for some strange reason, could both be out of the room at the same time.

As she tickled herself there, more relief spread through her. She let herself drift lower into the water. A minute later, she reached for the soap again to finish her labors. When she finished that, she turned to the small bottles. Opening one, it smelt of flowers and fresh air. The other smelt more of a different scent. While pleasurable, she could not place what it was. She shrugged, and was soon scrubbing the two into her hair. Once she rinsed it off, her entire body felt more clean and relaxed than it had been in years. Half an hour passed until she finally left the bath. She grabbed the towels and wrapped herself in one, and her hair in another. Still feeling very relaxed, she decided to read one of her books near the fire for a while. It was a book about the history of Arcane magic, and while not the most exciting, the stories of mages moving stone and tree with nothing but will alone intrigued her.

As she finished her session, however, she realized it was later than she had thought. The sun had set, and she was still in the towels from her bath. Jessrae smiled, and decided to be a little daring tonight. She stood and went to the bed, clearing it of her goods. She tugged the towel off her body, letting it fall to the ground. Her raven hair was now dry, and felt lighter and softer than ever. The towel that had been around it joined the other on the floor. Nude, she pulled she sheets on the bed, climbing in and smiling at the thought of what she was doing. While she did have a deviant side, she never let it slip out, prefering to keep things to herself.

She drifted off to sleep, and didn't wake for nearly ten hours. When she did awaken, she smiled and stretched her nude form under the covers. She sighed and exited the bed, grabbing her pack and pulling out her second set of robes and undergarments. But, the second she tugged her underwear up to where it was supposed to sit, she immediately noticed something. The garment was loose around her waist. Well, in a sense. They did have some elasticity to them, but normally they where tight. This morning, they had folds all over, like they were made for someone larger than her. She tried on her bra, only to find the same problem. While nothing too concerning, she gasped when she put her robe on. The first was the length. Normally coming about to her ankles, the end of the robe was now dragging on the floor. Slightly panicked, she grabbed her socks. The same looseness was there as well. Her shoes likewise.

As unexplainable as it was, she knew she was somehow smaller than yesterday. She quickly thought of the school she had attended as a child here for a time. It was an all-girl's school geared towards magic that only women had sought any use for. They would surely be able to help her. She did not want to confront her regular superiors with this sort of problem, especially if it could be solved easily.

To help her clothing situation, she had found some pins which she used on her dress to keep it off of the ground. Another pair of socks helped keep her feet in the shoes at least. The rest she would have to tough out for now.

She checked out of the inn with some haste, and found a small cart that was headed down the main road that passed the school. About two hours later, the cart pulled away from the school, Jessrae standing there, her dress now crumpling past her feet again. She looked to see that the pins were still in place. Her feet, now sweating, were swimming in the shoes. Her bra and panties threatened to slide off her body. She was still getting smaller, it seemed. She trudged slowly up the stairs, wondering what on earth she would say to explain her situation.

08-12-2007	#1
insomniac SW Archivist Join Date: Apr 2006 Posts: 464	A Little Magic (Incomplete) This is my first serious attempt at a shrinking story. It's set in the Warcraft universe, if no other reason than it makes the shrinking more... believable? I dunno. Anyway... -------- A Little Magic, Part 1 To say the least, eagles were not the best way to travel. No, Jessrae could have taken a ship on her quest to Stormwind, but instead chose to follow a dwarf she had met in Dalaran, who didn't reveal why he was there or why he was now going to Stormwind, but Jessrae was already behind schedule and was not in the mood to dig into dwarven goings-on. She blushed the first time she fell asleep on the dwarf's shoulders, waking up when he pulled the reigns on the huge beast to catch an updraft, and was reassured when he told her that it wasn't the first time someone had fallen asleep while flying. "Aye lass, even the bravest knights of your kind hav' to sleep sometime!" was what he said about the matter. When the two landed, she found her legs stiff and weak. Through the bustling city she found the inn, where she was promised a hot bath and warm blankets. In minutes, she found herself in a small, cozy room, with Mindi, the innkeeper's teenage daughter standing in the doorway. "I'm not sure if you know magic and all that, but if you want the water warmed, just come get me." Jessrae was barely able to mutter a thank you before the door was shut. Going to the bed, she sat and began to undress. She removed her travel cloak and gloves, along with her shoes and tights. Her long dress hid most of her armor underneath, including her leather breastplate and wrist guards. She marveled at all the armor she now wore. Despite being in her mid-twenties, she was regarded as a very experienced mage, having dealt in small skirmishes as part of her training. But in the back of her mind, she wanted to break free of even just a few of her responsibilities, most of all her apparent promotion to message runner. Weren't there others for this menial task? Oh well. Flying with the dwarf had put her ahead of her scheduled lateness, which, she realized, had given her time to browse around the city, or simply relax. Her lower half's soreness beckoned her again, and she called for Mindi, who arrived a few minutes later carrying a small package with her. "Some gifts for you, miss," she said, handing the package to Jessrae," soaps and the like, to help you relax." "Oh, thank you Mindi. I sure could use them after such a long ride on an eagle." "You flew on an eagle?! I always wanted to fly on one," she said as she began to fill the bath. It was large enough to fit the manliest soldiers in the land, most of which were much taller and more broad than Jessrae could hope to be. Steam began to rise as the water toppled in from a faucet. "While I do not deny their use, I don't believe the dwarves who fly with them know how unaccustomed the rest of us are to the motions. It's a lot like going up and down a hill on a cart, except if you fall off, you won't hit immediately hit the earth." Mindi smiled as the bath was now full. She lay some towels on the bed and drew the curtains on the windows. Jessrae had almost forgotten about them. At least she hadn't begun to undress! "Mindi?" "Yes?" "Thank you for the bath, and thank your mother for the room, it's more than I could have asked for." "Oh, you're quite welcome," she beamed, "with father off in service, it's good to know we can handle things here alone." With a click of the door handle, she was gone. Jessrae waited a few seconds, then locked the door. Going to the bed again, she opened the package, which revealed a bar of soap, candles, matches, and two bottles, which she guessed were for her hair. As she removed her dress, she smiled at her figure. Normally hidden under the tight armor, she admired her shapely hips and large breasts. She had gotten them late, and liked the idea of hiding them under her armor until she was ready to present them to whoever was lucky enough to catch her heart. She crossed the small room to the bath, which was still steaming. The box was now on a small table nearby. As she slipped in, the worries that were on her mind were quickly erased. Deciding to get the worst out of the way, she took the bar of soap and began scrubbing. Thankfully, the soap was soft on her skin, and helped ease some of the pain on her legs. Her scrubbing took her near her privates. She set the soap aside, and smiled as her fingers drifted near the part of her she had neglected for years, her duties and mind refusing her the pleasure. It didn't help that she shared her quarters with two other women, neither of which, for some strange reason, could both be out of the room at the same time. As she tickled herself there, more relief spread through her. She let herself drift lower into the water. A minute later, she reached for the soap again to finish her labors. When she finished that, she turned to the small bottles. Opening one, it smelt of flowers and fresh air. The other smelt more of a different scent. While pleasurable, she could not place what it was. She shrugged, and was soon scrubbing the two into her hair. Once she rinsed it off, her entire body felt more clean and relaxed than it had been in years. Half an hour passed until she finally left the bath. She grabbed the towels and wrapped herself in one, and her hair in another. Still feeling very relaxed, she decided to read one of her books near the fire for a while. It was a book about the history of Arcane magic, and while not the most exciting, the stories of mages moving stone and tree with nothing but will alone intrigued her. As she finished her session, however, she realized it was later than she had thought. The sun had set, and she was still in the towels from her bath. Jessrae smiled, and decided to be a little daring tonight. She stood and went to the bed, clearing it of her goods. She tugged the towel off her body, letting it fall to the ground. Her raven hair was now dry, and felt lighter and softer than ever. The towel that had been around it joined the other on the floor. Nude, she pulled she sheets on the bed, climbing in and smiling at the thought of what she was doing. While she did have a deviant side, she never let it slip out, prefering to keep things to herself. She drifted off to sleep, and didn't wake for nearly ten hours. When she did awaken, she smiled and stretched her nude form under the covers. She sighed and exited the bed, grabbing her pack and pulling out her second set of robes and undergarments. But, the second she tugged her underwear up to where it was supposed to sit, she immediately noticed something. The garment was loose around her waist. Well, in a sense. They did have some elasticity to them, but normally they where tight. This morning, they had folds all over, like they were made for someone larger than her. She tried on her bra, only to find the same problem. While nothing too concerning, she gasped when she put her robe on. The first was the length. Normally coming about to her ankles, the end of the robe was now dragging on the floor. Slightly panicked, she grabbed her socks. The same looseness was there as well. Her shoes likewise. As unexplainable as it was, she knew she was somehow smaller than yesterday. She quickly thought of the school she had attended as a child here for a time. It was an all-girl's school geared towards magic that only women had sought any use for. They would surely be able to help her. She did not want to confront her regular superiors with this sort of problem, especially if it could be solved easily. To help her clothing situation, she had found some pins which she used on her dress to keep it off of the ground. Another pair of socks helped keep her feet in the shoes at least. The rest she would have to tough out for now. She checked out of the inn with some haste, and found a small cart that was headed down the main road that passed the school. About two hours later, the cart pulled away from the school, Jessrae standing there, her dress now crumpling past her feet again. She looked to see that the pins were still in place. Her feet, now sweating, were swimming in the shoes. Her bra and panties threatened to slide off her body. She was still getting smaller, it seemed. She trudged slowly up the stairs, wondering what on earth she would say to explain her situation.