As I mentioned before, I have quite a few larger works that I’ve been wanting to put out, but haven’t really found a platform that I preferred. However, Over the next few months, I’ve decided to start putting out some longer novellas and serial stories on itch.io! It’s a platform that mostly supports independent game developers, but allows creators to distribute pretty much anything they want, doesn’t charge fees for the service (instead, they rely on contributors giving them a percentage of their choice of what they make using the platform) and is, in my opinion, a better model for online distribution than something like amazon.
This here is the first of several stories I’ll be posting. Some of them are largely finished (like this one here) and others are what I might call…in development. That is, large chunks of them are written, but they still have a ways to go. I’ll have more details about those sorts of projects when I post them–I should have one up in the next couple weeks or so.
This here is a commission I have been plugging away at for the larger part of a year, and I’m very happy with how it turned out. Because it was a commission (and essentially paid for by a very generous fellow) I’m going to offer it as a “name your price” download, though you can pitch in a donation if you choose.
I wouldn’t say the story is…completely finished. It needs a deep edit, and I want to, at some point, write a couple alternate chapters, as well as an alternate ending (or two) at some point in the future. That said, it was fin to write, and contains a lot of…well, it has a wide variety of fetish stuff in it, but is largely focused on micro and shrinking.
If you’re curious, here’s an excerpt! You can download it using the link above, or click here!
Excerpt from “The Familiar”
“Arthur, come inside,” Derrick said again, but this time there was something else attached to the words. The only word that came to his mind was…power, but when he heard them, he suddenly didn’t have control over his own body. He tried to back up, but instead he stepped up into the house, and Derrick closed the door behind him, and locked it.
Arthur looked down at himself, confused by his body’s sudden rebellion. “How did you do that?”
“You’re mine now, Arthur. You’re going to find it rather difficult to disobey a direct order of mine from now on.”
Arthur looked up at Derrick, terrified by what he’d just said, but his friend was just grinning, obviously self-satisfied, but not particularly malicious, and that…eased his concern slightly. “Excuse me?”
“Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“I…No, hold up, you need to tell me, right now, what the fuck is going on here, because I have felt, all day, like I’m going crazy, and now I’m pretty sure I’ve gone insane. So…so please, what’s…happening to me?”
Derrick smiled, but didn’t say anything–just took a hand and placed it to Arthur’s bearded cheek, only for them both to feel a large static shock leap between them. “Hot damn!” Derrick cried, and unlike Mark…Arthur could see the spark running up Derrick’s arm and around his neck, down his other arm until it ended up in his hand, just hovering there as a tiny ball of light. Derrick shivered, and lifted it up to examine it like this was somehow expected, and gave a whistle. “That’s a bit more potent than I was expecting it to be. You’re going to be a pretty impressive conduit here soon.”
“What in the hell is that thing?”
“This,” Derrick said, holding the small light close to Arthur’s face, “Is magic. A rather crude, unfocused magic, but magic all the same. Your magic, I suppose I should say, since it came from you,” he waved his hand, and the little ball of light came apart into a few flickering motes of light, and dissipated. “Pretty powerful stuff, as I said. You must have had a bit of potential in you already.”
Arthur just backed up a step, and then went for the door, trying to get it unlocked so he could run away and never come back to this strange place again, but the deadbolt wouldn’t turn in his hand, “What’s up with this thing?”
“It’s enchanted. It only works when I turn it.”
Arthur kept trying for a moment, and then looked back at Derrick. “This…this is really happening, isn’t it?”
“It sure is little man,” Derrick said, “now come on. Let’s have some tea and talk for a little bit. But take off those clothes–you’re going to be naked in this house from now on, understand?”
Arthur tried to protest, but his hands were already stripping off his tie, his shirt, his pants and underwear–none of which fit him much at all any longer anyway, but he still felt…embarrassed to be completely naked beside the fully clothed Derrick. Humiliated and…small, and even a bit…inhuman. His cock started to get hard at the thought, much to his embarrassment, and he willed it back down before Derrick could notice, as he followed him into the living room and sat down on his sofa, waiting for Derrick to bring them tea. He came back with two cups, set one down in front of Arthur on the coffee table, and carried the other over to an armchair, where he settled down. Arthur stared at him for a moment, waiting for him to say something, but Derrick just smelled his tea, and took a sip. “I suppose,” he said at last, “I might as well start off by telling you that I’m a wizard.”
“Yes. I received my powers from…a mentor, about 200 years ago.”
“You’re 200 years old? Are you kidding me?”
“I was born in 1784, in Philadelphia. I met my mentor in 1802, and became his successor in 1815.”
“You can’t honestly expect me to believe that.”
Derrick shrugged. “It sounds impossible, I know. But you’re the little man shrinking as we speak, with magic sparks coming out of your hands, so you tell me something more plausible.”
Arthur blushed again, pushing away his arousal at being called a little man again. “Alright. So you’re a wizard, and what, you cast a spell on me?”
“Essentially. Less a spell, and more an…enchantment. It’s a blurry line really, it’s all just magic at the end of the day, regardless of what you call it.”
“So what? I just keep shrinking then? How small am I going to get exactly?”
“Honestly? I’m not entirely sure.”
“You’re not sure? What the fuck does that even mean?”
“I mean, you could end up within a…range of sizes. I’d rather not spoil the surprise for either of us.”
This isn’t fucking funny, Derrick!” Arthur said, standing up from the couch, “This is my fucking life you’re fucking with! What fucking right do you fucking have, doing this to me? I was happy, you know? I mean, I had my fantasies, and that’s what they were–fantasies, and now you think you have permission to just fuck up my entire world, for fucking what? Because you think this is what I want? How am I supposed to go to work, if I’m a foot tall? How am I supposed to buy food? Is this just some fucking joke to you?”
“Arthur, sit down, and drink some tea.”
He sat, as much as he tried to stay standing, snatched up his mug from the table and took a sip. Whatever the brew was, it was…soothing, and he relaxed somewhat. “You could have at least asked me. Or warned me, or something.”
Derrick laughed, “If I’d told you, you would have never taken me seriously, you know that.”
“Look, Arthur,” Derrick leaned forward, “I…like you. You’re young and a bit silly, but you’re charming, you listen, and you’re patient. But I also felt sorry for you. People…so many people wander the world, thinking they can never have what they want, and I wanted to give you this.”
“But what if…I don’t want this?”
“But you do want this.”
“Arthur, don’t fucking lie to me. I know you want this.”
The words had borne that same force, and when Arthur tried to retort again, his tongue locked up, unable to deny it a third time. “Alright. I do want this. I am…really turned on right now. I am also incredible terrified of you, and of all of this. I don’t know if I can trust you. I don’t understand how any of this is possible.” He was shaking, and took another sip of tea to settle his nerves back down. “I don’t understand why you want to be around me. I…really like you. I just…what if you don’t like me? What if I just disappoint you?”
“Come on over here, little man,” Derrick said, and patted his knee as he sat up. Arthur got up from the sofa, taking his tea with him and walked around the table, to sit down on Derrick’s knee. He was still a fairly normal height, but sitting there made him feel small anyway, and as he did, another spark leapt from his skin, running all over Derrick’s body. He watched it this time–and it looked like the spark was trying to get…inside him, but something kept rebuffing it. “Goodness, you are just full of energy, aren’t you?” He caught the spark in his hand again and held it, observing it.
“What…is that, exactly? Why does it keep coming out of me like that?”
“Well, the spell I cast on you was a bit more than just a shrinking spell, I should say. We wizards often use familiars in our work–animals we enchant and imbue with magical spells, power and intellect. Part of the spell I cast on you linked us together–me as master, you as a…kind of familiar. That’s why you have to obey my commands, and why you have this magic rubbing off of you. I’ll help you learn to control it in time, but for now, these are…pretty raw,” he looked closer, “and pretty sexy, actually. You must be horny.”
“What do you mean?”
Derrick laughed, “Wanna see for yourself?”
Before Arthur could ask him what he meant, a strange membrane of energy rose up from Derrick’s skin and surrounded the spark of energy Arthur had shot out, and then the entire thing began to drop down, touched to the palm of his hand and went…into him. Derrick gave a shiver, and groaned. “What…did you just do?”
“I let you do what you want to do to me,” Derrick said, smiling down at him, “It was your spell, after all.”
“I didn’t want–” Arthur started to say, but his tongue locked up, as he realized he’d been caught in a lie without even realizing it, making Derrick laugh. “What’s going to happen to you?”
“Woo, it’s starting to kick in a bit. Get up little man,” Derrick said, and Arthur slid off his knee and backed up, letting Derrick stand up tall and…taller than usual even. In fact, more than that was different–Derrick’s beard, which was usually fairly short, looked bushier than it had been, and his short hair was pulling back into his scalp. “Better get out of this shit,” he said, shucking his clothes off, revealing a body substantially more hairy than Arthur recalled it being, with a bit more grey than usual too. “Fuck little man, I hope you’re fucking ready for this, because I like where you’re going here,” he said, stroking his cock, getting it hard. It was already sizable, but now, along with the rest of him, it was even larger by three or four inches. “We’d better take this upstairs,” Derrick said with a bit of a snarl, grabbed Arthur and swung him into his arms, leaned in and kissed him, shoving his tongue into his mouth with a growl. The force of it–Derrick had never been rough like this before, but it was turning Arthur on in ways he hadn’t anticipated.
After some kissing and mutual lip biting, Derrick headed for the stairs of his house, easily taking them three at a time. Arthur looked down from where he was being held in his arms and felt a bit of vertigo–he seemed…higher off the ground than he should be. Derrick kicked open the bedroom door, ducked under the doorframe, went in and dropped Arthur onto the bed–he fell a couple of feet and bounced on the mattress, looking up at Derrick looming over him. “Uhh…Derrick, how…are you taller, or am I shorter?”
Derrick had to shake his head, his longer beard waving a bit as he did, to focus on something other than how much he wanted to plow Arthur’s hole. He looked at himself in the mirror on the wall–he had to be close to eight feet tall, judging by how close he was to the ten foot ceilings. He was thicker everywhere, hairier everywhere, and his entire brain seemed to be wired for sex. It was a good thing he’d sealed the spell in a barrier to make it easy to reverse, because if this had gotten into him as it was, it would have taken quite a bit more effort to get back. Still, that was for later–now was for fucking. He forced Arthur onto his belly, Arthur trying to object as Derrick ran his cock up and down his crack before forcing the thick head against his hole, and like rubber, it simply opened up to accept it. The sheer pleasure of the sensation caught Arthur by surprise, moaning and clutching the sheets, pushing back, eager to have more of the cock inside of him.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be able to take me no matter what fucking size you are, little man,” Derrick growled, pushing in deeper, “Comes with your new position in life.”
“Shut up, quit worrying, and fucking enjoy it. Don’t forget; this is what you fucking wanted, so I’m gonna fucking give it to you.”
Derrick plowed him deep for almost an entire hour. Arthur lost track of how many loads of cum shot out of his own cock, the sheets beneath him soaked with semen by the time Derrick started pumping faster, snorting and huffing and letting loose a huge load, flooding his ass with so much cum that it spewed back out as he continued fucking. It wasn’t too much longer before Derrick hauled himself out, panting for breath. “Fuck, I could fucking do that, fucking all over again.”
Arthur just moaned where he was on the bed–as exhausted as he was, the fuck had left him thrumming with excitement. He’d never just been…used like that before. Like a toy, or an object. He hadn’t really known how much he’d needed that in his life, until now. He rolled back over and looked at Derrick, who had kept growing for the first bit of their fuck. He was now close to nine feet tall, hulking with muscle, a thick gut covered with hair, a grey beard to his pecs and a completely bald scalp. “You’re one of the sexiest men I’ve ever fucking seen,” he muttered to himself.
“Be careful what you say, or you’re going to get me going all over again,” Derrick said, and slowed his breathing. He held out his hand and the sphere appeared again, light included, and with a wave from his fingers he made it vanish into the air. The changes began to revert soon after, Derrick slowly shrinking back down to his normal height, beard drawing back in as his hair grew back out. “I’m…sorry about that. If I’d know it was going to be that strong, I would have been a bit more careful.”
“Don’t apologize.” Arthur said. “I…liked it. A lot.”
The Familiar by wesleybracken