*Author's Note: Going to start putting chapters back this way every so often. Will be getting it all caught up here.*
Having finally decided to end her little vacation from her services, Selicia had begun to see clientele again. Most were still rather uninspired bouts of jealously, envy, and vanity. She didn't quite feel like doing anything of the sort for the time being. However, opportunity came to the couch one afternoon in the form of a young lady. This girl dressed herself in dark clothing with an arcane motif. Her black hair brushed her shoulders framing a dour expression painted in equally dark makeup. A small nose ring hung above black lips pierced by a single stud to the left side. She sat as if her place in the world were equal to Selicia's however her demeanor bespoke a deep-seated grudge barely held in check.
"I'm going to be brief..." The Young Woman, introduced to Selicia as Rebecca, started. "There's a group of bitches at my college and the teacher is in on their game. You can make something happen can't you?" Rebecca eyed the various objects around the room as Selicia mulled over the prospect.
"I'm afraid Dear, that I'm going to need more to go off of than that..." Selicia responded as she indifferently sipped on her wine. She had to egg this one on just a tad to garner a more complete story. As she eyed Rebecca over the rim of her glass, she could see the conflict between rage and propriety in her eyes. It seemed that her ire was slowly taking the victory.
"They won't stop fucking with me because they think that I'm some sort of lunatic... Just because I spend my time a bit differently, they think they can make my life hell..." Rebecca coolly responded but, the venom covering the words had not yet begun to drip.
Feigning a disinterested yawn, Selicia stretched giving Rebecca a flat stare. "If you're just going to steal my time, I'm afraid you'll have to leave. I provide a service for those with real concerns... Having said that, I can have one of my maids suggest a good counselor if need be." Easing into the motion of beckoning her newest maid Lisa, Selicia watched that internal struggle blaze forward. The reward was short in coming.
"I practice witchcraft, ok?! They make fun of me because "It's not real. OoO~ Going to hex us? Where's your black cat, Becky? I've tried to deal with them myself but, nothing seems to take hold... It doesn't help that the teacher is in on it because they let him bone them for better grades..." She crossed her arms as her modest chose rose and fell with the subsiding bout of anger. "So can YOU do anything about it or do you think I'm crazy too...?"
Finally, that took some time to edge out of her but, the show was mildly entertaining. Maybe there might even be a spark in this one, an apprentice never hurt. If she didn't work out... Well, failed apprentices still have their uses~ "My Dear just give me their names and we'll deal with the rest very soon~" With that Rebecca gave the offender's names and just where to deal with them all in a fell swoop.
*~*~*A few days later*~*~*
Selicia sashayed onto the campus with a sleek business dress and an empty briefcase that wouldn't be leaving that way. As she made her way to the classroom in question, she made note of the surroundings that she passed... Ah... Yes, this would be the same campus from the first clients she had fulfilled the wishes of. Albeit in a manner of her own choosing~ The oldest one, Eve, still hung on by a thread. Mentally drooling especially when teased and yet still murmuring the names of her friends who'd long since lost their will. The thought of it made Selicia shudder delightfully and maybe she'd pay her another visit later.
The class would be taking place within the third lecture hall along the right side of the campus proper. Counting the buildings she passed, Selicia also casually eyed the students and faculty that she passed along the way. There was a mixed bag of reactions to her presence from confusion to curiosity and of course the leers of disgust and lust. Not that any of those bothered her anyway, she was merely taking stock of any further potential clientele for after this wish was fulfilled.
She strut forward being seen by all as last time, her more clandestine approach had led to a klutzy girl soiling her fine dress. An involuntary lick of her lips followed as she recalled how soft and sweet her final moments as pastries had been. Selicia had made certain that the girl had enjoyed every moment of it and met an orgasmic finish after all. Selicia had to tear her mind off of that train of thought. As wonderful as it could turn out, that sort of thing could adversely affect the consumer if carried out too often. She recalled a certain rival of hers indulgent behavior in such affairs. A single banquet later had left a village on their bordering territories vacant...
Ah, here was the proper hall and now to make her way to the classroom proper. She gave a young man a gift of a wink and a suggestive swing of the hip on the way in. Watching him tell his unobservant friend next to him was a small amusement. Heels clicking as she strode done the hall, it wasn't long before the sound of cackling resounded further down. The second to last door was ajar and multiple feminine voices ushered forth from the confine within. Observing the situation before she entered, Selicia noted with satisfaction that all the players were present for today's fun.
Working her way from the back of the group to the main provocateur was the teacher himself. One Mr. Edmond, he seemed like many of the performers from Selicia's days. Charming face, fit body, and a sharp wit, however his eyes gave away the nastier sort that he really was. As the lead girl antagonized Rebecca, he laughed along without mirth and practically undressed the room with his leer alone. Suppose that he might just be first on the list after all, lest he bring that sickening gaze around for too long.
Next was the trio of onlookers and cheerleaders of this particular bout. Samantha, the telltale blonde with more chest and curves than brains... Eloise, a board of a body with a brain that sidled itself to the side of the problem to save herself. Lastly among the trio was, the middle ground called Marcie. Likely the first in line groupie as the childhood tagalong garnering success vicariously...
The main antagonist of the evening was Beatrice, blessed with beauty, wit, and style. All raised toward an entitled future where she could lead the weak-willed and wealthy to her dreams desires. For now though, it amounted to playing her way through classes and tormenting those less fortunate for her. As class hours were barely finished the group of them, Rebecca included, were all still wearing the required uniforms of the school. A small blazer fitted over a white dress shirt, mid-length blue skit, and a red tie. Selicia thought the ensemble was a bit... middling but, Beatrice had that sort of body where it all fit well regardless. Ah well... Time to get the entertainment started.
Stepping into the classroom putting on an air of authority, Selicia strode in and the taunting stopped for the moment. The girls seemed only mildly concerned by the surprise of her entry. Mr. Edmond however... Well, he saw an opportunity. He waved the girls on as he approached Selicia with a straightening of his shirt. She allowed him to back her against a wall, as he leaned in the girls resumed their torment.
"Haven't seen you around here before. You must be lost, maybe I can show you the way around here?" His voice was husky as he gave Selicia a look that might've melted young girl's hearts.
Unfortunately, there was very little he'd actually muster in her as Selicia was almost certain that her heart was still petrified from her long slumber. Instead, she leaned forward with a sultry look of her own almost nose to nose with him. She trailed a finger from the nape of his neck down to just above his waist setting her magic in place. His wide grin and leer would soon be misplaced.
"Mmm, I may just be in need of some assistance. Might you be willing to help illuminate this poor lost soul?~" She let the words finish with a purr enticing his attention on her. This change would be a bit different than normal as it was meant to put a freeze on the girls in the room. Of course the main side effect and incidentally part of this change was the bulge growing in his pants.
"Oh~ Aren't you just a charming minx..." His chest felt slightly cold after the warmth of her touch had past. He pressed onward undeterred he proceeded to flex his arms in a show of strength. "You know these arms aren't just for lifting... They're quite adept at exploring and holding as well."
"I was actually hoping that they might be, after all you'll be doing quite a bit of holding from now on~" With her little quip in place, she froze Mr. Edmond's pose in place and enjoyed his belated struggling. By now the bronze coloration had spread from the line drawn on his chest outward. The girls had all stopped and stared in awe and fear as they watched. Selicia stepped forward pressing her hand against his still forehead. With a gentle push she started bending him over backwards folding his head to his ankles.
His clothing fell as if burning to ashes making visible the obvious change taking place. His dick had grown and now rapidly so to take the place of his upper body. Selicia twisted his arms to the shock of all in the room slid them "upward" so that they now sprouted from his hips rising parallel to his now gargantuan member. Fully bronzed at this point, the next part of the change began as his shrank in size. As it diminished its resemblance to candelabra became increasingly apparent. Soon, Selicia retrieved the rather nondescript candelabra from the floor with a large central shaft and two shorter ones reminiscent of arms. She pinched the base of each appendage and then there were three thing blades each stylized like a dick started firmly upward.
"Now, as he was so kind to volunteer himself, he is unfortunately woefully inadequate to illuminate me let alone anyone by himself." Selicia eyed the trio predatory intent clear from her gaze. "As his favorite charges, I'm certain you wouldn't be opposed to helping him accomplish this task, no?" The first of the trio tried to make a dash past her, it was Eloise. Guess those brains were actually for show after all... Selicia decided to proceed with a show of a bit more force, flex her own muscles some, if you would...
Eloise was swept off her feet and dropped to the floor in an abrupt and exceedingly painful stop. Her panties had hitched impossibly onto the air midstride and with equally impossible strength held together to wedge themselves deep inside of her. She laid on the ground gasping for air certain that she might even be bleeding. As she cupped her sex over her panties, she felt her clothing loosen ever so slightly at first. All except for her traitorously wedge panties, her uniform slackened on her body.
Through the pain she realized that the slack was do to her own body dwindling in size. Her skin felt clammy as she felt her arms pull away from her crotch. She glanced around agaonized by the pain even now, she only saw a field of white as her unsupported body rolled on its back to rest in the cup of her padded bra. She realized that her arms had pulled into her shoulders and vanished and felt her legs had down the same. She rested her head back onto the pad of her bra as the pain subsided, her body fully having become wax at last.
Selicia eyed the next to members of the trio as she reached into the shirt on the floor and pulled out a small candle. Eloise's face had resigned to a look of relief although the white panties she had worn remained wedged within the tiny lips of her vagina. A wick had sprouted from her head fulfilling her status as a source of illumination. Without much ceremony, Selicia placed the former girl on the tip of the leftmost dick and slid her form over it. Firmly planted to the base of the shaft, Eloise's expression seemed as if she enjoyed the experience. Selicia decided to leave the panties inside as a memento of the girl and sized up her next target.
The other two girls had suddenly realized their fates as they split up. Marcie had retreated to Beatrice's side begging her to do something. Meanwhile, misguided and ultimately foolish Samantha scrambled right to Selicia herself. She dropped on her knees readily, assuming that she took that very position often enough. Looking up to Selicia with tears in her eyes, she started to beg.
"Please! Please forgive me! I... I don't want to die! I'll do anything you want! I'll give you anything!" She sobbed frantically as she grabbed hold of Selicia's own skirt.
"Anything?" Selicia cocked an eyebrow and then smirked. "My my... All I want is your body, Sweet."
Taking the cue as Selicia had hoped that she might, Samantha's eyes went wide in surprise. She hurriedly threw off her blazer and started undoing her blouse. "A... A... Absolutely, Miss! You can have you way with me anyway you want! Right here and now even!" Her breath shuddered from her crying only moments ago. The middle button of her blouse unfastened and her sizable chest bounced out of it's confines. Selicia had to admit to herself, she did have a lovely display of breasts. Samantha pulled her skirt free and slid her panties to her knees before she failed to stand up. Her legs refusing to even budge to her terror. Looking up she felt Selicia's hand rest under her chin and her grinning face had come down to her level.
"I will be taking all of you, you did say as much~" Selicia started the wax process early for Samantha and none too soon as she made to scream.
Samantha's mouth was frozen open in a silent scream as her eyes darted wildly about the people standing around her. The room grew and she knew that she too was being reduced to a candle. So with tears streaming from her eyes she pleaded silently with her tormentor. Her chest bobbing freely as her soundless sobs attempted to break free. Smaller and smaller she became until her body rested in the center of her panties. Her clothing pooled around her as her stilling form stood firm as if a monument to her final moments as a human. Her arms and legs gone, she sat directly on her vagina that felt cold from the floor even before the wax overtook it. Moments later, the wax crept up her face and her eyes rolled back as her final act was to faint.
Selicia retrieved the second candle from the panties on the floor and studied it carefully. She froze some of the tears in place and smiled to herself about the clever addition. The large for its size breasts jut out considerably from the main shaft of the candle. Like Eloise before her, Samantha was slid easily down a cold bronze shaft all the way to its base. Her expression lending itself to the impression that it had not been as easy for her as her companion. Now the last of the trio was up for her new place in the world. Selicia allowed a moment for her theatrics however.
Marcie grabbed hold of Beatrice's shirt and shook the other girl repeatedly. "Make this stop! Do something! This was all your idea! You caused this! I should've never gone along with this!" Her attitude was a mix of fear and anger as she went after Beatrice. Being the closest to the primary offender, Selicia supposed she should pay a little more than the other two had. So she started not with the wax or even the shrinking... She started with the limbs.
Marcie watched in disbelief as her fingers slipped free of their grip on Beatrice's blouse. Slowly her arms just receded at first into themselves and then up into her shoulders. Her legs had eased her torso to the floor resting her atop her shoes on her ass. She raised her head to look at Beatrice again. "Do something, you Bitch!" She snapped at her friend and to her shock Beatrice did something. She watched as her friend fell from view leaving her on her back and staring at the ceiling. Then she heard the most damning words in her life.
"There! You can have her! You can take them all! Just leave me alone! I promise I'll stop tormenting Becky! Just let me live!" That was Beatrice's voice...
Marcie had felt the foot push her over but, it hadn't registered until Beatrice spoke. Years of friendship and now she was throwing away Marcie's own life, literally, to save her own. It was just too much, just too much... Marcie cracked, her laughter coming in fits as she lost herself to the situation. She leaned her head back to regard the ever growing Selicia. "Hey you... hahahaha... What ever you do... heeheehee hee... Make her suffer the most! HAhAHahAhaa!" Marcie watched the world around her disappear into a field of white and felt her red lace panties tickle her vagina lips as they fell away. She kept on laughing until she laughed no more, the wax overtaking her at last.
Hearing the tiny fit of laughter cease, Selicia stepped forward with the candelabra in hand. She placed it on a nearby desk and stared at Beatrice. "You want me to consider sparing you? Then... You finish what I started, hmm?" She motioned with her foot to the pile of clothing on the floor. She watched as the traitorous girl knelt down and ravenously tore away her former friend's clothing. Rebecca had recovered from the initial shock a while ago and had been watching smugly. That was until now...
"You're going to let her go?! That wasn't part of the deal!" Rebecca complained as having found Marcie inside the blouse, Beatrice made her move.
They both watched as Beatrice paid no regard for Marcie's final state. With a quick downward thrust, the final shaft vanished into her tiny form. No care was taken as with the other two. The act seemed to befit the silly expression on her face as if all her sense had been fucked out of her. Beatrice turned eagerly to Selicia as she waved to the candelabra. "You're going to let me go now aren't you?!" She smiled nervously as she eyed both Selicia and Rebecca.
Selicia made a show of considering doing just that as she mulled over what to do with the girl. After that final dismissal, Selicia felt that she deserved something more than being the lighter to their new purpose. Something that just felt unique by comparison. After all, having seen how they'd turned out, it would be a shame to waste them now... During her musing, Rebecca had come closer to Selicia and broke that concentration by grabbing hold of her arm.
"I will not let you... You don't GET to let her go... I hired you, I brought you here, and so you WILL do it!" She spoke with the fire in her eyes and her teeth grit tightly. She must've supposed that made her intimidating... Selicia had made her decision and it would suit both of them.
"I now declare the contract null and void... Upon assault of my personage, you have transgressed to presumptuously, girl..." Selicia affixed her eyes to Rebecca, who started to shrink back. As Rebecca stepped back from Selicia, Beatrice started to stand taller. A smirk was growing on her face as she let the idea she might've been spared make itself apparent. Selicia stepped away from the pair and smiled wide. "As the contract is null and void, I shall now dispose of both of you at my leisure." Oh how their faces fell, so delightful it was to watch despair overcome them both.
With a wave of her hand, the two locked up in place. The first to change was the former client, as she was now to set the final stage. So on it went with Rebecca shrinking, surprisingly clothing and all. First the blazer she wore slithered up over her head from around her chest. It formed itself into a now black conical hat with a wide floppy brim. Her blouse slipped free of her and slither down underneath her pressing against in splitting her slit as it formed an uneven brown rod with a notch to the far end. The belt slithering most like a snake made its way to the hat and wrapped around it in its new place. Her skirt pulling away and behind her forming a stiffly lined mass of yellow at the other end. Her bra was next as it's straps wrapped around her neck, the cups merging behind her back to form a very tiny black capelet. As she moaned in response her shoes merged into her high socks becoming red and white striped thigh highs. Her panties the last of her clothing to change, seemed to flow off her body like water settling beneath her feet in the shape of a black disc with small frills still sporting the edge. The new base beneath her feet remained its final size long before Rebecca stopped at her new height.
Selicia picked up the now foot tall girl purposely wrapping her hand around her body. Making Rebecca's stiff form take a new pose, Selicia stood her on the toes of her stretched right left while bending the left as if her were taking a leap. She gave her a loose grip on the new broom's handle with her right hand and outstretched her left arm in a show wave. She gave the broom a wiggle noting how easily it came away from her grip. With a brief pause, Selicia came up with the solution, the result of which shocked Rebecca. A sudden shaft sprung up from where the broom already parted her lips. She moaned internally as her honest body involuntarily lubed the broom her fluids. As the fluid passed beneath her ass cheeks, it suddenly stopped. Selicia gave the breasts a few test squeezes to ensure they were still malleable, she forced Rebecca's expression into a bright smile and seated the figurine on the desk next to the candelabra.
At last, she turned her sights on the frozen from of Beatrice. Whom was quietly whimpering as she watched Rebecca's molding. Selicia pat Beatrice's right cheek fondly and smiled. "Don't worry yours won't be nearly as intricate." With that, Beatrice slowly shrank away into her own clothing as the others before her. Her nails grew to dull points at the end of her fingers and to her surprise she kept her limbs. She did have ever gain new additions to her form. Her ears moved from their proper place and shape upward a short ways and become larger and pointed. Snaking out from her backbone was a long black tail that curled playfully until it too froze. Onward she shrank until she saw the gigantess Selicia had become in comparison to her.
Selicia palmed Beatrice from her pile of clothing having made her barely three inches tall. She slowly posed the tiny cat girl into a pose more befitting her new role. Squatting down on all fours with her hands curled like paws level with her feet. Her breasts thrust forward between her arms as Selicia curled her mouth into a catty smile. For her part she was still quite human in appearance minus the new additions. Selicia took her over to the witchy figurine and rubbed her lower lips against the broomstick until she left her own slick trail on it. Then as she had done for Rebecca, she now did especially for Beatrice. The patch glistened in its frozen state and an even thicker supporting rod jut deep into Beatrice. Almost satisfied with the result, Selicia made one last change to create a harsher punishment as Beatrice deserved. So, just like that a second thick rod entered Beatrice from behind firmly securing her to the broom.
With a satisfied sigh, Selicia picked up her new ornaments and set them in the briefcase she brought along. Taking only a moment longer to admire them, she closed the briefcase and made for the door. She turned back at the doorway and regarded the remaining clothing laying around. "Hmm... Ah! I know just the thing..." The clothing gathering in a blended pool of colors before blending into two full maid outfits. "Her's wasn't the right size after all, Lisa deserves better... Poor girl~" With that, she closed the door and left the hall. Another satisfied ending for her most important client... Herself of course~