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Story title : Tales of Carrion Mansion

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Tales of Carrion Mansion (MFf, ff, fantasy, bdsm, drugs)
by Skytower (Address withheld by request)

***

Warning. Do not read if you are under 18 years of age. 
This is complete fantasy, it has never happened, is not 
happening now and will probably never happen. If you are 
a kid looking for baby-sitter tormenting ideas then run, 
do not walk over to your library.



Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode one: The Magic Feather

By Skytower 


Elvira slowed her moped to a stop and looked, her mind 
taking in the scene. It was just before sunset. A chilly 
fall wind worked its way through her jacket. Freshly dead 
leaves, blown by the wind hit against the wrought iron 
fence. They made a scratching sound then lay still as the 
wind died. The house beyond the fence was semi-Victorian 
in style, a cross between the House of the Seven Gables 
and the house they had used in the last Addams Family 
movie. It even had a widow's walk on the roof.

(c) Skystower


A little voice in her head told Elvira to turn around, a 
weekend spent in this place would be a weekend in hell. 
But if she turned around there would be no babysitting 
fee. No babysitting fee and there would be no hockey camp 
next summer. For a moment Elvira's ambition to play in 
the NHL combated with her common sense. Ambition won out 
and she edged her moped toward the gate. It opened with 
an ominous creak, stopping her short.

"Great," she said softly, "another haunted house." Then 
she saw an electric eye to her left and relaxed. 

The front door had no bell, just two gargoyle head 
knockers. They stared at her as Elvira knocked. After a 
minute the door swung open, revealing a very tall crimson 
haired woman dressed in a clinging green gown. Elvira 
craned her neck, looking up and up. If this was Mrs. 
Carrion her mother had not been exaggerating. The woman

looked to be almost seven feet tall, with a slim figure 
and bright green eyes.

"I am Lilith Carrion, may I help you?"

"Uh, yea, I'm Elvira. I'm here to babysit for the 
weekend."

"Please come in." the woman said. Her thin, blood red 
lips turned down in what might have been a frown. The 
rest of the face was equally pleasant and frightening. 
Arched eyebrows, very thin, over an aquiline nose and all 
of it on the palest skin Elvira had ever seen. The woman 
gave the impression of a rose with the thorns highlighted 
rather than hidden. 

"Are you sure you are Elvira Peterson? You look nothing 
like the picture my son showed me."

"Picture?"

Going over to an end table Mrs. Carrion took an 8x10 
glossy and handed it too her. Elvira looked and wondered 
suddenly if this wasn't some sort of joke. The woman in 
the picture was tall with a large bouffant for a hairdo, 
and a black dress that barely covered any of her. The 
dress especially left a wide view of her cleavage. Elvira 
herself was only five feet four inches, with soft brown 
hair and a sort-of slim figure. The only thing she shared 
with the woman in the picture was their names.

"This is Elvira, Mistress of the Dark." she explained. 
"I'm Elvira Peterson. Same name, different person. Didn't 
my mother tell you?"

"I believe she tried too." Mrs. Carrion said, a 
distressed look coming over her face. "But the hair dryer 
made our talk difficult."

"Oh." Elvira said. Her mother worked in a beauty salon 
and distorted conversations were all too common. Once a 
high school senior had come to take her to the prom, even 
though she was only ten at the time. A dominatrix had 
shown up at her 12th birthday party.

"Mother where is Elvira?"

Elvira looked up to see a boy and a girl at the top of 
the stairs. Twins. The two of them looked a lot like 
their mother, red hair, the boys cut short and the girls 
going down to her waist.

Their faces were almond shaped, with the most striking 
feature dark green eyes. She was wearing a green dress 
that mimicked her mother, he was wearing a pair of jeans 
and an Elvira T-shirt. Each had the pale skin that seemed 
to run in the family.

"There has been a mistake Jeremy." Mrs. Carrion said. 
"The Elvira you have told me off is not the Elvira Mrs. 
Peterson recommended. This is Elvira Peterson, you shall 
have to make do with her."

"Her!" Jeremy and his sister came down the stairs. "Look 
at her mother, she barely has any bust at all!"

Instinctively Elvira looked down. She was wearing a gray 
long-sleeve Danskin top, and it did tend to make her 
breast look smaller. Beyond that she was wearing a grey 
and black skirt with a wide leather belt and grey boots.

And I bet he doesn't like those either, she thought.

"So what were you gonna do, stare at my chest all night?"

"Yea." the girl said, giggling.

"Helga." Mrs. Carrion said sharply, glancing at her 
watch. Now listen children, this may not have been what 
you wanted, but arrangements have been made. Now Elvira 
will watch you this weekend, and I want you to be civil. 
Is that understood?" Both children nodded, though Jeremy 
still gave Elvira a disagreeable look. "Here are the 
numbers where I can be reached." she handed Elvira a 
small book. "You will be staying in the guest room." She 
turned back to the children, gave each of them a quick 
kiss and was gone. For a moment the three of them looked 
at each other, then Elvira hoisted her backpack over her 
shoulder.

"Where's the guestroom?"

After putting her backpack in the guest room, a large 
room with a private bathroom, Elvira called her mother 
and told her she was safe. By that time Jeremy and Helga 
had vanished. Mrs. Carrion had made a list of things the 
children had to do, with times they had to do them. 

At six pm the list said dinner. Finding the kitchen, 
Elvira pulled some canned Ravioli out of the cabinet and 
nuked it in the microwave. Then she set out in search of 
Helga and Jeremy. The corridors of Carrion Mansion were 
tall, lit by hanging lamps that were either gas or badly 
wired electric. The lamps flickered, not so much lighting 
the hallways and passages as defining the shadows. Dark 
wood paneling helped, as did the Victorian red velvet 
wallpaper. As she walked Elvira had the feeling she 
should be carrying a candle and wearing a gauzy 
nightgown.

"Jeremy! Helga!" she called out, trying to shake the 
feeling. For a moment there was no response, then part of 
the wall opened beside her. Elvira's heart jumped for a 
moment before Helga stepped out. She had changed from the 
green dress into a NASA style jumpsuit. Her name was 
stenciled onto the right breast.

"Jeremy's in the lab."

"Thanks." Elvira said, looking at the wall. It had sealed 
itself and there was no trace of a seam or crack. "Guess 
there's a lot of secret passages in this place."

"Lots, and some of them are really dangerous."

"They are huh?" Elvira asked, recognizing the tone in 
Helga's voice. Time to scare the baby-sitter, she 
thought.

"Yea, especially the one that leads to the dungeon."

"Let me guess, that's where your last baby-sitter is."

"Nope, Jeremy turned him into a statue."

"A statue."

"Yep, we stuck him in the attic."

"So what's in the dungeon?"

"The baby-sitter before the baby-sitter who's in the 
attic. Ever since Jeremy cast a spell over her she likes 
it down there."

"So your brothers a warlock or something?"

"Yea, and he's a good one so you better be nice to him."

"Hey, he's nice to me, I'm nice to him." If he isn't nice 
to me he's toast, Elvira added silently.

"Would you like to see him?"

"Uh, yea. Dinners ready."

"Very well, come with me." she started to walk and Elvira 
followed.

"How come we aren't taking the secret passage?"

"Your too big for that one. We'll take this one."

They had stopped beside an old suit of armor. Elvira 
looked around, but saw no sign of a door.

"They really hide these things don't they." she mused, 
running her hand along the wall.

"You just have to know where to look." Helga said, taking 
hold of the armored suits sword she twisted it.

Instead of the wall opening Elvira felt the floor vanish 
beneath them. With a loud scream she and Helga vanished 
into the darkness.

They landed on a large foam mattress. Helga bounced off 
casually, leaving her baby-sitter gasping for air. 

"You could have told me." Elvira muttered hoarsely. She 
looked around, impressed at the lab. It was a large room, 
filled with test tubes, beakers, and other equipment she 
couldn't hope to identify. The walls were lined with 
shelves filled with small bottles. Either the kid really 
was some sort of mad scientist, or Jeremy and Helga had 
gone through a lot of trouble to fool her. Jeremy, still 
dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, bent over a table halfway 
across the room. Getting up Elvira walked over to him. 

"What do you do down here?" 

"Things beyond your limited comprehension." the boy said, 
attaching some wires to a Barbie doll that lay on the 
table.

"Playing with dolls? Yea, I'd never understand that."

"He's not playing." Helga said, handing her brother a 
small probe. "He's going to bring Lucrectia to life."

"Oh, ok. Well he can do that after we eat."

"Eat? I'm conducting a serious experiment and you want me 
to eat?"

"Yea," Elvira took a step closer to him, using her 
greater height to force him back a step, "I want you to 
eat. You got a problem with that?"

"Someday I'll be bigger than you, then you won't be so 
tough."

"Look me up in a few years then, for now lets eat."

"We might as well brother." Helga said, looking up from 
one of the dials. "It'll be tomorrow before the power 
levels are high enough."

"Irrelevant, I'm..."

"Getting ready for dinner." Elvira interrupted him, 
stepping between him and the doll.

"I suggest you be nicer to me," Jeremy looked her over, 
pausing at her chest, "I am no one to be trifled with."

"You keep staring at my breast you'll be no one at all." 
Elvira snapped. "Like it or not kid I'm in charge here."

"Very well." Jeremy said, though his tone made it clear 
the discussion was not over. He put a cloth over the 
doll. "I hope you've made something suitable."

"Ravioli?" Jeremy's tone of voice suggested that his 
baby-sitter was trying to poison him. "How dare you feed 
me that!"

"You don't like it." Elvira said, leaning back in her 
chair. This kid was pushing the envelope.

"Of course I don't." he pushed the plate away from the 
table and stood up. "Didn't mother give you any 
instructions at all?"

"Yea, dinner at 6, bed at 830, breakfast at six. No 
parties, no..."

"Bed at 830?" Helga looked up from her now empty plate. 
"But we'll miss the X-files."

"Sorry kid, that's what's on the schedule. Don't worry 
I'll tape it."

"I will not submit to this." Jeremy announced sitting 
down. "It is bad enough that mother put you in charge, 
but these rules..."

"Are the rules." Elvira interrupted, getting up and 
walking over to him. Again she towered over the boy 
scientist. "And if you don't follow them I'll make sure 
you go to bed long before 830! Got it?"

"No." he snarled, standing up on his chair. He looked 
down at her, his green eyes dark with anger. "I turned 
the last baby-sitter to stone, what am I going to do with 
you? A frog? A snail? Perhaps," the boy looked down at 
her, "a spider."

"Oh yea, you really know magic." Elvira climbed on the 
table and looked down at him. "Don't make me laugh!"

A light came into Jeremy's eye, a light that both 
startled and froze Elvira. Suddenly she couldn't move.

"Laughter it is then." Jeremy shouted. He jumped from the 
chair, caught hold of the chandelier and climbed from it 
into a trap door in the ceiling. As soon as he was gone 
Elvira found she could move again.

"Your gonna get it now." Helga said, her mouth full of 
food.

"Yea right. What's he gonna do?"

Helga made no reply, but her giggling sent a shiver down 
Elvira's back.

It was nearly an hour before Jeremy reappeared at the 
door. Elvira kept Helga at the table, fearing the girl 
would slip away as well. She had no desire to start 
looking for Jeremy. With all the passages in the old 
house it could take days. Elvira still wasn't sure why 
she hadn't grabbed the punk. Could he really know magic? 
Or had it been some sort of hypnosis? But kids had 
hypnotized her before and it hadn't felt like that.

"Your still here." Jeremy said, walking into the room. He 
was holding a mason jar with a white feather in it. "I 
applaud your courage if not your intelligence."

"Thank you Lex Luthor. Start eating kid, or I'll put you 
to bed right now."

"I don't think so." he smiled. "Penna Titilare Elvira!"

With that he opened the jar and the feather flew out as 
if it was wired. Elvira jumped out of her chair as it 
came toward her, only to have it swoop in like some 
hungry mosquito. It hit her stomach and started to 
tickle.

"Hey!" Elvira yelled, reaching for the feather. It 
slipped out of her hand like quicksilver and moved under 
her arms. "Stop it!" she yelled, starting to laugh. The 
feather didn't stop, it just kept moving. 

Elvira grabbed at it, but kept missing. And laughing. She 
tried to run away, but the feather dived under her skirt 
and tickled her legs. She tripped and fell. Rolling on 
the floor laughing she lifted her skirt trying to get at 
it. The feather evaded her and sneaked under her belt. 
Franticly she unhooked the belt, but the feather simply 
dove into her top. Laughing hysterically she pulled her 
top off. It was no use though. The feather just kept 
moving and tickling.

Suddenly it was over, and the feather hovered above her 
stomach. Elvira became aware of Helga's laughter, high-
pitched girlish giggling, and Jeremy's Vincent Price like 
chuckles. She climbed to her feet and the feather 
followed her. It kept its position not a foot away from 
her belly button. She clutched her skirt to keep it up 
with one hand and tried to cover her breast with the 
other. The top had needed no bra, and her bare breast 
rose up and down. Elvira had always felt a little self 
conscious about her breast. They were a little small, and 
the areolas were extra large, with the tips of the 
nipples exaggerated knobs.

"I believe your power over us is no more." Jeremy said, 
walking over to the table and sitting down. "Now here is 
the way it is going to work; I will give commands, you 
will carry them out."

"Forget it!" Elvira snapped.

Instantly the feather was on her again. Above her 
laughter she could here Helga urging it on.

"When you call me 'Master', the tickling will stop." 
Jeremy announced.

Elvira tried to run but the feather tickled her and she 
lost the grip on her skirt. It fell and tangled around 
her legs, tripping her. She kicked it off and scrambled 
to her feet.

All the time the feather was relentless, ready for any 
opening and moving at lightning speed.

Elvira ran toward the door. It shut in her face. She made 
a run at Jeremy but the feather caught and tickled her 
until she tripped, landing at his feet. Rolling under the 
table Elvira grabbed the tablecloth and pulled, trying to 
cover her self and block the feather. She got a few 
seconds of relief before the feather squirmed under the 
sheet. Again she tried to run, only to be tripped by 
Helga.

With a yell of glee the girl grabbed Elvira's legs and 
twisted them, forcing her on her stomach. Then she sat on 
the back of Elvira's knees. Elvira started to rise, but 
the feather attacked her sides again, while Helga started 
to tickle her feet. In vain she squirmed and twisted, all 
the while laughing hysterically.

Finally she was too weak from laughing to even try and 
push the feather away.

"Stop!" she moaned. "Please!"

"Stop what?" Helga demanded.

"Master." Elvira moaned. The feather and the girl stopped 
and she caught her breath.

"Very good." Jeremy said sagely. Helga jumped up and 
danced around laughing. "Now you shall go into the 
kitchen and prepare me a proper meal. You will find a 
list of my choosing on the refrigerator. Stop." Jeremy 
commanded as

Elvira reached for her cloths. "In punishment for your 
defiance you will not wear anything but what you have on 
now."

The battle had left her with only her boots and a pair of 
brown underwear. 

"Pervert." Elvira whispered. Again the feather

attacked and it kept on attacking until she cried out an 
apology. Then it followed her into the kitchen.

"You've been watching the old Flash

Gordon serials again haven't you?" Elvira heard Helga 
ask. "I can hear Ming The Merciless in your voice."

"He had style." Jeremy said.

Once in the kitchen Elvira tried to come to terms with 
what was going on. A magic feather had attacked her.

Impossible, she told herself.

Then what happened, herself asked.

She looked at the feather, hovering a few feet away.

"I was attacked by a magic feather." Elvira admitted. And 
Helga, she added silently. As a baby-sitter Elvira had 
learned to handle a lot of strange situations. She had 
after all babysat for some of the freakiest families 
around. In her time Elvira had been tied up, hypnotized 
and she'd been tickled before, though rarely. 

Elvira had a love/hate relationship with tickling, she 
loved to have it done in the right time and place, and 
she loved doing it, in the right time and place. But 
outside of that time and place it was her one weak spot. 
Bud and Kelly had found it the last time she had babysat 
them, and it had been sheer torture. But nothing, not 
even Bud and Kelly had prepared her for this. Locks she 
could pick, ropes she could squirm out of, but how could 
she fight magic?

Jeremy's preferred food was a French dish that Elvira 
couldn't even pronounce, but at least the instructions 
were clear. Suddenly she tried slicing the feather with a 
knife, but she missed and once more was tickled. Falling 
to the floor Elvira laughed hysterically until Jeremy's 
voice came from nowhere.

"Do not try that again."

The feather retreated and Elvira went back to making the 
meal. Not only could she hear Helga's laughter, but 
Elvira could have sworn the feather was laughing at her 
as well.

The meal set, Elvira wheeled it into the dining room and 
placed the plate in front of Jeremy. He was sipping a 
glass of wine.

"Can I get dressed now?"

"No." Jeremy said. "Your not much to look at but you are 
a nice diversion. Just stand there and be silent."

A flash bulb startled her. As the stars cleared Elvira 
looked up to see Helga watching the Polaroid fade into 
existence.

Great, she thought, another kid with a picture of me 
topless. It had happened before, but usually with kids 
older than this. They were usually murder to get back, 
and that was from normal kids.

"Wine." Jeremy ordered.

Sighing Elvira picked up the bottle and filled the glass. 
She started to hand it to him and then stopped.

"What are you waiting for?" Jeremy demanded.

"Nothing." Elvira said, pouring the contents of the glass 
over the feather. It wilted instantly and fell to the 
floor.

"No!" Jeremy screamed. "Run Helga!"

He pulled the handle of his chair and both chair and boy 
vanished into the floor. Helga made a run for the door, 
but Elvira launched herself over the table and tackled 
the girl. They wrestled and Elvira came out on top. 
Pinning the girl onto her stomach the baby-sitter pulled 
off Helga's sneakers.

"So you like to laugh huh?" The babysitter growled.

 

[It's not over yet, soon Elvira will learn it's not a 
good idea to get a junior warlock/mad scientist mad, and 
even less of a good idea to tickle his sister.]

 

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Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode two: Aunt Petunia

by Skytower



Having been enslaved by her young charges by a magic 
feather, which tickled her into submission, Elvira is now 
free. But she is about to find out that getting out of 
the Carrion Mansion is harder than she thinks.

(c)1998 by Skytower



Elvira had Helga pinned on her stomach. With one hand she 
was tickling the girls feet, with the other she was 
struggling into her own cloths.

"Stop!" Helga commanded.

"When you tell me where your brother got to." Elvira 
replied. Holding Helga with one hand Elvira reached over 
and picked up her brown Danskin top. She put in on and 
then pulled up her skirt. Her wide black belt completed 
the outfit. Reaching over she picked up the Polaroid 
Helga had shot of her. It, along with the camera had 
landed on the floor during their struggle. 

The picture showed a slightly startled, topless young 
woman. Her shoulder length brown hair a bit disheveled. 
The hair framed a rather square face, with arched 
eyebrows over brown eyes. Her breast were a little on the 
small side (or at least that's what the occasional boy 
said). The areolas were a little too big, too red and the 
nipples exaggerated knobs.

Thankfully the photo was only a head and breast shot, 
Elvira hated to be reminded her hips were too wide. Helga 
had taken the photo after her brother Jeremy had tickled 
their baby-sitter into submission with a magic feather. 
The feather now lay on the floor, soaked in wine and 
Elvira was steaming mad.

"Where'd he go?" she demanded, tickling Helga some more.

"I don't know, but he'll be back." she gasped out between 
laughs.

"And here he is!" the shout took Elvira off guard as the 
tablecloth was thrown over her head. She pulled it off, 
but Helga had time to squirm away from her. Jumping up 
Elvira faced the twins. They both looked at her 
defiantly. Two red haired, green eyed monsters. Each of 
them had green eyes, red hair and oval shaped faces. Both 
of them were too young to give her any trouble. At least 
that's what she had thought a few hours ago. Jeremy was 
holding a super squirt gun and it was pointed at her.

"What's in there?" Elvira demanded, getting ready to 
jump.

"A complex compound that I like to call," he fired, just 
missing her, "Contrahere Aqua."

If I ever get out of this house I'm going to learn Latin, 
Elvira swore, dodging behind the table. For the next few 
minutes he fired at her, always missing. Elvira had no 
idea what the liquid would do, but she was taking no 
chances. Not after the feather.

He paused for a moment to pump the gun up and she 
attacked. The twins scattered, and Elvira grappled with 
Jeremy. She was winning, forcing the gun on him when 
Helga jumped her from behind. Grabbing her arms the 
determined girl pulled

Elvira off balance and they both fell to the floor. Helga 
was quicker this time though, she scrambled away before 
her Baby-sitter could grab her. Left vulnerable Elvira 
had no time to dodge the shot from Jeremy's squirt gun.

The liquid felt like cold water as it hit her chest, 
soaking through her top. Suddenly Elvira was seeing the 
world as if it were lit by a strobe light. Her sight 
fading in and out she was conscious of a light, almost 
orgasmic feeling in her body. Her cloths got looser, and 
then fell from her. She ended up in a heap on the floor, 
struggling to climb out of the tent she had somehow ended 
up in. A giant hand reached down and picked her up. 
Elvira looked into the face of a child, but it was a 
child large enough to bite her head off.

Jeremy smiled.

"You think any of your Lucretia dolls cloths will fit 
her?" he asked.

Suddenly Elvira realized she was completely naked and 
despite he danger she was in the young girl blushed.

"Put me down you little creep!" she screamed, her voice 
suddenly high pitched.

"Very well." Jeremy said calmly opening his hand and 
letting her fall. Elvira suddenly realized how far up she 
was. Thankfully she only fell a few heart wrenching feet 
before Jeremy grabbed her again. With dizzying speed she 
was brought over to the table and dropped into the sugar 
bowl. Elvira lay there for a moment, the sugar sticking 
like sand to her body.

"Maybe this will make you a little sweeter." Helga said.

I'm going to get big again and kill her, Elvira thought, 
just for that joke.

"Well, now that our height is reversed do you still feel 
so superior?"

"I'll get you for this you little..." leaving the rest 
unsaid Elvira climbed out of the sugar bowl and started 
dusting herself off.

"Let me." Helga said running out of sight for a moment. 
When she returned she pushed Elvira over with one finger. 
Holding the diminutive baby-sitter under her thumb she 
produced a feather duster. 

Sounds of laughter soon filled the hall as Helga and 
Jeremy took turns tickling Elvira. She writhed and 
squirmed, but she was helpless. All it took from either 
of them was one finger on her stomach or back and she was 
trapped. When she was all dusted off Helga picked Elvira 
up and dropped her in the bowl again.

"Keep her going." Jeremy said, getting up and heading 
toward the kitchen. "I'll get the ice-cream and the cool 
whip."

"Don't forget the banana's." Helga called after him. 

Ice-cream and cool whip? Bananas? Elvira had no idea what 
the boy scientist was planning with the first two, but 
banana's definitely scared her. It was time to leave.

"Come on, climb out." Helga said, prodding Elvira with a 
finger.

"No way." Elvira said, sitting down cross-legged in the 
sugar. "What's he gonna do with the ice-cream?"

"Something we saw in a Bugs Bunny cartoon." Helga said. 
Reaching into the bowl she grabbed Elvira around the 
chest and lifted her out.

"Not so hard!"

Startled by the screech Helga let go and Elvira fell onto 
the table. Before the girl could react the baby-sitter 
was up and running, sliding down the tablecloth onto the 
floor.

"Come back here!" Helga demanded.

Elvira ignored the order, though a part of her wondered 
why Helga even gave it. Who in her position would follow 
it? She ducked a swipe of the child's hand and ran over 
to the Polaroid.

"Gotcha!" Helga announced. She was on all fours arm 
outstretched.

"Not tonight you witch!" Elvira said, triggering the 
shutter on the camera. The flash lit up Helga's face and 
she tried to stand up, hitting her head on the bottom of 
the table. Elvira hit the shutter a few more times hoping 
the flash would disorient her even more. Then she ran. 

Out of the corner of her eye Elvira spotted a whole in 
the wall. The baby-sitter didn't know what was beyond the 
whole but she knew what was behind her. She was halfway 
across when Jeremy came back into the room. He wasted no 
time with words, but his arm was just a little too short. 
Feeling like Jerry Mouse Elvira vanished into the wall 
and into darkness.

Elvira slowed and stopped, looking back over her 
shoulder. She was out of breath from the run, her chest 
heaving up and down. Thankfully she was used to running 
in bare feet. One giant hand had squirmed through the 
whole and clutched futilely just a foot away from her. It 
was an agreeable safety margin for the girl. Relieved she 
looked around, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. 
Christmas tree lights lighted the passage. Blue, green 
and amber alternated down the tunnel. At her height the 
rough wood timbers that made up the walls looked raw and 
menacing. 

Insanely the plaster squeezing through the slats reminded 
her of marshmallow fluff oozing out of a sandwich. Spear 
size nails, rusty and sharp were spaced unevenly in the 
walls. 

"Now what?" she whispered.

"Elvira come back." the volume of Jeremy's voice startled 
her and she flattened herself against the wall. A sharp 
pain in her but forced her out again and she pulled a 
large splinter out.

Is there a size you can't get splinters? Elvira wondered.

"Don't make me come in there." Jeremy called.

"Oh yea, that's something I'm worried about." Elvira 
whispered. Aloud she said; "Come right in!" knowing that 
he'd have to shrink to follow her.

"You won't like it in there."

"Like I'll have a lot of fun out there with you two? 
Forget it Supergeek. I'll just look around until Monday."

"You better come back or Aunt Petunia will get you." 
Helga shouted.

Elvira didn't reply she just started walking. From the 
lights strung down the tunnel she could tell the kids had 
been there before. Jeremy and Helga probably shrunk 
themselves down every now and then just for the fun of 
it. She doubted that anything that could harm them would 
have been tolerated. Besides she wanted to be out of 
range when Jeremy or Helga thought of using a broom 
handle. Or worse a wad of chewing gum stuck on a broom 
handle. Or worse...

Stop it, Elvira scolded herself, you've got enough 
problems.

A while later Elvira stopped to rest by an electrical 
outlet and stared at it for a few moments. The galvanized 
aluminum was beautiful. Layer after layer of crystal 
patterns that almost seemed to be moving. Elvira shook 
her head to clear it. It seemed like hours since she'd 
been shrunk and the young girl had never been so scared 
for so long. Elvira had been through a lot of rough times 
with the children she baby-sat, but she'd never 
encountered anything like this. At her current size 
either Jeremy or Helga could hurt her without even 
trying. The invisible advantage of age was gone. Elvira 
shuddered as she realized what that meant.

The lights had led her down more and more corridors 
taking more and more turns. By now she was completely 
lost. Elvira was used to walking in bare feet, but not 
walking around naked for hours. She had quickly 
discovered the difference. There was a feeling of 
security in cloths, false perhaps, but still a sense of 
security. She shuddered again.

"Enough." Elvira said firmly. Taking a deep breath she 
slowly shrank her fear, bringing it down to a manageable 
level. "I've been in trouble before, I'll be in trouble 
again. Elvira Peterson Doesn't Loose!"

Elvira looked up and down the corridor. It was what she 
said before each hockey game, it was what she said before 
every fight. For the first time it wasn't helping. She 
had no doubt Jeremy was still looking for her somehow, 
and she was not going to be caught. Normal little boys 
were bad enough, small mad scientist were the worst. With 
a shudder she remembered little Malcolm Frink. Peeking 
carefully through the electrical box she saw a large room 
with hundreds of plants. Dangerous looking plants. 

Elvira's stomach jumped as she saw a Venus flytrap devour 
some unlucky insect. If she made one mistake that could 
very easily be her. As if to confirm her fears there was 
a sudden scraping sound behind her. Elvira nearly broke 
her neck whirling her head around to see what it was. She 
was astonished to see a small tank, one of the GI-Joe set 
if she remembered right. It was equipped not with a gun, 
but a giant grabbing arm. The arm opened and closed like 
a set of hungry jaws. With a mouse like squeak the baby-
sitter took off down the tunnel. The machine followed.

Elvira stopped following the lights, hoping that the tank 
couldn't follow her. She was wrong and it started to 
speed up, snapping on floodlights. A dim corridor 
shooting off to her left caught her attention. The 
opening was barely large enough for her, for the tank it 
would be impossible. She dove in and took three steps 
before falling. Warm air rose up to meet her and the 
Baby-sitter hoped she wasn't falling into the furnace. In 
the next moment the fall stopped and Elvira felt rope 
beneath her. Without thinking she grabbed tight, but the 
rope didn't need to be grabbed. It stuck fast to her 
skin. 

Desperately the girl pulled and tugged. But it was like 
being tied up with bungee cords. The rope would stretch 
to her limit, then slowly pull her arms back above her. 
But it wasn't rope. It was webbing. She was small, naked 
and helpless in a spider's web. A light suddenly flooded 
the chamber. Elvira blinked, trying to see something 
besides spots.

"My, you aren't what I expected at all." The voice was 
cultured, with a lilting tone complementing a British 
accent. Looking to the center of the web Elvira saw its 
owner.

"What the hell are you?" she blurted out. The creature 
crawling toward her did look human, sort of. She was 
taller than Elvira (at least at her present height) and 
definitely one of the Carrion family. Her red hair was 
cut short, and it framed a delicate face with deep green 
eyes. But her body also had six arms. Four sprang from 
her chest, a chest that was longer than a human chest. 
Two large breasts were between the sets of arms. Large 
globes that trembled as the creature walked along the web 
to her. The other two arms grew from her hips and were 
slightly shorter. Elvira saw a red wire mesh between the 
creature's legs.

"I must say for someone who is a guest in my web," she 
paused, running her hand across Elvira's stomach, "and 
completely helpless, you are not very polite."

"I'm sorry but I've had a rough day." Elvira said, 
struggling to keep her voice calm. The creature's hands 
had moved up to her breast and were softly stroking them. 
One of the other hands repositioned Elvira's head, 
freeing her hair from the web. "Your aunt Petunia right?"

"The same. And you?"

"Elvira Peterson, I'm the baby-sitter."

"Not THE Elvira? Mistress of the Dark?"

"No, not that one." Number three on things to do if I 
survive this, Elvira thought, change name.

"Pity." Petunia said, one of her other hands starting to 
stroke the hair between her captives' legs.

"Hey!" Elvira protested, trying to twist away from her.

"Lively." Aunt Petunia said. She took hold of the baby-
sitters arm and squeezed gently. "But tough. I'm not sure 
if there is enough seasoning in the world to make you 
palatable."

"Trust me, there isn't." Elvira said, suddenly aware that 
sexual assault was not the top item on her worry list. 

"Perhaps you can serve in other ways." The aunt said, 
letting her fingers stroke the girl's side. Elvira 
started to laugh, and kept laughing as both sides of her 
chest were tickled. While she was laughing Petunia bent 
down and took one of the girls breast in her mouth. She 
slid her tongue along the areola, playing with the 
nipple. It became stiffer, and Elvira could feel her body 
react.

"Oh no," she gasped out between laughs, "not more 
tickling!"

Petunia withdrew and Elvira lay in the web gasping for 
air. She was hot, and that bothered her. A woman was bad 
enough, but this thing was too much. Still her breast 
stayed hard, the feeling between her legs did not 
subside.

"I do like to bring other people laughter." Petunia said. 
Hanging on the web with two of her hands the woman 
reached over and started tickling Elvira's sides. At the 
same time Petunia's feet, impossibly formed to bend that 
way, Elvira thought, started to tickle her feet. 

Helplessly the Baby-sitter twisted and turned, all the 
time laughing as she had never laughed before. Petunia 
leaned inward, her mouth closing around Elvira's right 
nipple, even while another one of her hands massaged and 
pinched her left one. Assaulted from all sides Elvira 
wondered if the creature wasn't suddenly growing more 
arms. Another hand started to rub her pussy, tenderly 
probing the boundaries of her feminine doorway.

"Stop!" she pleaded, then snarled. "If you don't stop 
I'll crush you when I get back to full height!"

Suddenly Petunia stopped and leaned back. A strand of 
webbing came from her hand and she dropped off the web, 
hanging a few feet away.

"You know," she said, a slow grim smile spreading on her 
face, "you might be tasty after all."

"Great, a cannibalistic rapist." Elvira snapped.

In response Aunt Petunia laughed and clapped her hands 
together in delight.

"Foolish little girl, do you really think your going to 
get out of this house? Even if I let you out of this 
web?" 

"When my mother gets here on Monday..." 

"She'll be told that you went for a morning run, or jog, 
or perhaps my sister will take control of her mind and 
erase all knowledge of you." Aunt Petunia drifted closer 
to her once more. "The only hope you have of getting out 
of here is me, and how much I like you." Leaning in she 
hugged Elvira, using her extra arms to press their naked 
bodies together. She kissed Elvira hard on the mouth. 
"Make me happy," she murmured, "or your soup."

Elvira kept her lips tightly closed for a moment, then 
relaxed and opened her mouth. Her tongue hesitantly 
sought out the other woman's tongue.

"That's better." Aunt Petunia said. Another strand of 
webbing came from her hand and she secured Elvira tightly 
to the web, around her stomach and crisscrossing the 
captive's small breast. 

Harnessed to web only Elvira's legs were free. Aunt 
Petunia pulled the webbing tighter, forcing Elvira's 
breast to balloon out. Playfully she sucked as she 
tightened the webbing. Elvira moaned, as her nipples 
seemed to expand into the woman's mouth. Aunt Petunia ran 
her hands up and down Elvira's sides, causing laughter, 
and her feet stroked Elvira's toes, causing even more 
laughter.

The laughter was soon mixed with moans as Aunt Petunia 
continued to suck on her breast. First one breast, than 
the other. Slowly she teased the nipples, both with her 
tongue and teeth. Elvira fidgeted and twisted, but the 
webbing held her. With deliberate slowness Aunt Petunia 
moved away from the breast and down her stomach, stopping 
between Elvira's legs. 

She was still tickling as her fingers opened Elvira's 
vagina and her tongue snaked inside. The helpless Baby-
sitter gave a low growl as her insides were explored. The 
growl quickly changed to a scream as Aunt Petunia found 
her most sensitive spot. The older woman managed a 
throaty chuckle and withdrew. But Aunt Petunia only 
paused for a moment. She was soon back again and again.

"You are enjoying this aren't you?" she whispered, 
withdrawing her tongue. Elvira was covered in sweat and 
her breathing was deep but quick, as if she could cool 
her body with the motion of her lungs. But she realized 
the sweat was loosening the webbing on her arms. She 
moaned an affirmative. "Good." Aunt Petunia said, 
twisting around. She was now upside-down, and Elvira 
found herself face to pussy. "If you make me happy, I'll 
make you happy." the woman said.

Without hesitation Elvira lunged forward, pushing Petunia 
apart with her tongue. She drove into the woman so 
relentlessly Petunia was stunned. The spider woman's 
hands let go of the baby-sitter and started to caress and 
squeeze her own breast. The other hands left the baby-
sitter and grabbed the web, using it to force herself 
higher. Elvira did not let up. 

Even as she was licking for all she was worth she was 
silently pulling her arm free from the web. It came loose 
slowly, as if she were pulling off a rubber glove. But it 
did come loose. By this time Petunia was too far-gone to 
notice. Nor did she notice when Elvira's other arm was 
freed. With both hands Elvira pulled the lips of 
Petunia's pussy apart and, along with her tongue probed 
the inside.

Petunia screamed and hugged herself, using all of her 
arms to arouse her body. Elvira kept licking, probing, 
even as she began to swing Petunia into the web. Finally 
Petunia let out an orgasmic shriek, then lay still. 
Elvira moved quickly, starting to spin the woman around. 
Gently at first, then more quickly as Petunia realized 
what was going on. But she was still coming down from the 
orgasm, and the twirling made her dizzy, giving the baby-
sitter time to tangle the woman in her own web.

Elvira was still secured by the strands around her waist 
and chest, but her arms were free. Petunia's arms were 
trapped against her. She started to break the strands 
that held them but Elvira reached over and ran her 
fingers along the soles of the other woman's foot.

"Let's talk about soup," she said, listening to Petunia's 
laughter. She kept the tickling up, and Petunia was soon 
too distracted to free herself.

"That was incredible..." the now captive gasped. " I've 
never gone through anything... How do you? Who..."

"Let's just say you can learn a lot from a Bundy." Elvira 
said, not letting up on the tickling. "Now lets talk 
about me getting full grown and out of here."


******


Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode three: Uncle Frank

By Skytower 



The story so far: Elvira Peterson came to baby-sit Jeremy 
and Helga, the Carrion kids for the weekend. Things have 
not gone well. To start with Jeremy used a magic feather 
to tickle her into submission. After escaping the feather 
Elvira was then shrunk to the size of a doll. Escaping 
from Jeremy and Helga she ran straight into Aunt Petunia. 
Aunt Petunia is a small spider woman with many arms and a 
habit of spinning webs. Elvira manages to escape from 
her, take her captive and they are now heading back to 
Jeremy's lab, where our heroine hopes to grow up fast.

(c)1998 by Skytower



It is one of the great truths in life that the hunter 
does not like to be hunted, the trapper does not like to 
be trapped. Elvira knew this and kept a close watch over 
her captive. The woman was taller than she was, though at 
this point Elvira thought, who wasn't. Elvira herself 
estimated her own height at about six inches. She had 
been babysitting Jeremy and Helga Carrion when they had 
shrunk her. Well first they had enslaved her by means of 
a magic feather, then they shrunk her. She had escaped 
them only to run into Aunt Petunia.

Their aunt was a multi-armed mutant who had her own 
spider web. Caught in the web and tickled (among other 
things) nearly into submission (again) Elvira had turned 
the tables on the woman. Now Petunia led her back toward 
Jeremy's laboratory. Elvira was taking no chances, her 
captive was thoroughly wrapped up in her own webbing.

All of her arms were held tightly to her side and a thick 
strand went around her neck. Elvira had also discovered 
the spider woman's webbing made good clothing. She had 
made a pair of bikini bottoms and a halter from it. It 
wasn't great clothing it was too thin and transparent for 
that and it felt like she was wearing a wet towel. But it 
beat nudity. 

Wonder if I'm ready for the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit 
issue, Elvira thought ruefully. Elvira normally stood 
about five feet five in her bare feet. Her body was 
compact, with wide hips and slightly smaller than she 
would have liked breasts. She had soft brown hair that 
framed a gamin shaped face with similar colored eyes.

"You'll never leave this house alive." Aunt Petunia 
snarled over her shoulder, her bright green eyes gleaming 
from a pale face surrounded by red hair.

"I've done ok so far. Well aside from being tickled, 
striped, tickled again and getting licked in your web..."

"You liked that." Petunia insisted.

"I tolerated it." Elvira said, remembering the feel of 
the mutated woman's arms (all of them) and tongue on her 
body. She suppressed the thrill that went through her 
body with an effort. "Just remember if we don't get me 
big again your going into the nearest bug zapper. How did 
you get this way anyway?"

"I babysat the kids one weekend." Petunia muttered 
bitterly.

As they walked Elvira kept a sharp lookout. Jeremy had 
sent a modified GI-Joe action tank to look for her, and 
it might still be around. They came to a break in the 
plaster. A hole in the wall, barely big enough for them 
opened into darkness.

"Through there." Petunia said.

Elvira peered past her, but she might have well have 
closed her eyes.

"Forget it."

"If we do not go this way we shall have to go through the 
house." Petunia explained. "Jeremy and Helga have more 
than one toy capable of catching us."

"What's it like in there?"

"It's an old path, built by some ants who dared to try 
and live here." she smiled, showing a set of fangs Elvira 
hadn't seen before. "They were quite tasty."

Elvira felt her stomach twist as she remembered where 
Aunt Petunia's tongue had been only an hour before. 
Controlling herself she looked at the mutated woman. Aunt 
Petunia's eyes glowed even more brightly in the dim 
light. A vibrating, captivating glow. She was talking 
too, her mouth moving up and down in a strange pattern. 
Slowly Elvira felt herself sink down onto the floor.

Aunt Petunia bent over her, making that same strange 
pattern with her mouth. Not quite aware of what she was 
doing Elvira reached up and started to untangle the 
webbing that held Petunia captive. Petunia smiled, once 
again showing her fangs. The fangs ripped through 
Elvira's trance and she lashed out with her fist. Aunt 
Petunia dropped to one side like a stone. Elvira sat up, 
taking deep breaths to clear her head.

"Nice try lady." she said. "But I've been hypnotized 
before."

Some time later they came to the edge of a stone out 
cropping. Below them Elvira could see Jeremy's lab. The 
past few hours had been a series of twist and turns. Made 
none easier by the blindfold Elvira had made Aunt Petunia 
wear. Twice they had gotten lost. Elvira turned to 
Petunia and removed the blindfold, keeping her fist 
ready. Green eyes glowed angrily at her, but there was no 
strange vibration to them. 

"Get me down there safely and we part ways."

"I must be free to do that." The spider woman insisted.

Carefully Elvira freed one of the woman's arms.

"That's it till I'm full sized lady."

Aunt Petunia growled but spun a web and lowered them 
safely to the table. Once on the tabletop Elvira tied up 
the arm again and looked around. Before her was a sea of 
test tubes and beakers. Over to the left she could see a 
doll twice her size hooked up like Frankenstein on a 
table.

"Where is it?" she demanded, pulling on the leash.

"There." Petunia said, pointing toward a quart size jar 
labeled: "Aqua Amplificare Potio, Instabilis"

Elvira frowned, the only word she recognized was aqua. 
Still if it was the only way. Tying Aunt Petunia to a 
Bunsen she walked over to the jar. The liquid inside had 
a faint blue tinge to it. Pushing a book over to the jar 
she climbed onto the book. Carefully she reached over and 
put her hand into the liquid. It was cold but only felt 
like water.

Nothing happened.

"Are you sure this is the right stuff?"

"Of course it is, don't you read Latin?"

"No, but if I ever get out of here I'm going to learn." 
Elvira muttered. 

"Perhaps total immersion is needed." Aunt Petunia 
suggested. "You might have to soak in it."

Elvira thought for a moment, then sighed and jumped into 
the jar. Bracing herself against the chill she took a 
deep breath and dunked. Instantly she felt strange. The 
young girl panicked, realizing she could hurt herself if 
she grew on the inside of the jar. Grabbing the rim she 
pulled with all her might and suddenly found herself 
flying through the air. The world dimmed, as if the 
lights in the lab were suddenly snuffed out. 

Then it was over and she was lying on the floor, full 
sized. Even the web bikini had grown with her. Also she 
was completely dry. Somewhat dizzily Elvira stood up. 
Then she reached over and picked up the now tiny Aunt 
Petunia. 

"One last question, how do I get out of here?"

"Take the first door on the left." Aunt Petunia said, 
squirming.

"Good-bye then." Elvira said, putting her down and 
picking the webbing off of the aunt. "Have a nice life 
and all that."

Petunia scrambled to the edge of the table and leaped, 
casting her webline to the ceiling. She climbed swiftly 
and was soon out of reach.

"You better hope you're never in my web again." she 
snarled back, then was gone.

The first door on the left led to a set of stairs. Elvira 
climbed them carefully, by now fully aware of the traps 
in Carrion Mansion. The steps opened up to an upstairs 
hallway that she actually recognized. It was the same 
hallway she had found Helga in a few hours before. She 
walked quickly but quietly, making it to her room. 
Stepping inside she flicked on the light and closed the 
door. Locking it securely she allowed herself a sigh of 
relief. The

Guestroom Elvira was staying in was a large place. Fifty 
feet square with twenty-foot high ceilings. A four corner 
canopy bed stood in the center of the room. Between two 
floor-to-ceiling windows was a large ornate mirror. A set 
of double doors led to the bathroom.

The decor, like the rest of the mansion screamed 18th 
century. Elvira went over to the bathroom and turned on 
the light. It was smaller than her room, but bigger than 
any other bathroom she had seen. There was a raised 
bathtub, toilet, sink and a mirror. In a closet she found 
towels, soap and a scrubbing brush. 

Elvira had never been one for baths, but she needed to 
get the grime of the past few hours off. Starting the 
water she tried to peel off the web suit. True to it's 
nature the webbing stuck to her hands soon tangling them. 
Frustrated she just stepped into the tub, submerging 
herself in the warm water. It worked and the webbing 
dissolved. Taking the scrubbing brush she set to work.

"I am never babysitting again." she proclaimed to the 
room. Soaking in the antidote hadn't removed the entire 
dirt from her skin. The potion instead seemed to have 
acted like glue. It took minutes of scrubbing to get it 
off and Aunt Petunia's leftover juices were even harder. 
Growling Elvira kept scrubbing, trying to think of what 
to do when she found Jeremy and Helga. If she could just 
get that super soaker...

She started to wash her pussy and jumped at the 
sensation. The brush had felt like cold fire and she 
could feel her body react. 

"Damn mutant!" Elvira swore, tossing the brush away. She 
settled back, determined just to soak. Elvira's sex life 
had never been too liberal. She had

tried sex, once without much success. The guy was on the 
hockey team with her and it was his first time too. It 
hadn't been bad, but it didn't live up to expectations. 
Aside from that she and a girl from camp had once stayed 
out in the woods after dark. Playing in a stream they had 
tickled each other, even licked each other. That had been 
better but still not that great. It had only been after 
she had started baby-sitting that Elvira had discovered 
the stranger sides of sex. 

Unknowingly her hand drifted up to her breast and started 
to play with the nipple. It seemed that all she ever got 
were the weird kids of even weirder parents. Her other 
hand drifted between her legs as she remembered the 
tickling fight she had lost on her first job. Bud and 
Kelly had cornered her in Kelly's room and tickled her to 
the bed. Kelly had rope waiting and after that it was an 
all night struggle. Bud had been taken out by Kelly early 
on, tied up in his own room. Then Kelly had returned to 
her. Elvira kept stroking herself as she remembered 
Kelly's skill.

Suddenly she heard someone giggling. 

Sitting up Elvira looked around, but saw nothing.

"Idiot." she scolded herself. She might have realized 
that Jeremy would rig the place with cameras. Elvira 
wondered why she was so horny all of a sudden. In the 
past her fantasies had been romantic. Never had she 
remembered any of her baby-sitting adventures with 
longing. Angry at herself Elvira climbed out of the tub 
and reached for the towel. It was gone. So were all the 
towels in the closet.

She stepped out of the bathroom and looked around. Some 
of her cloths were still on the bed. Cautiously she 
walked over to them. She heard that giggling again. It 
wasn't a girlish giggle like Helga's. This was a low 
chuckle, like a teenager. Slowly she reached for a shirt. 
It moved away from her.

"What?" Elvira asked. She tried again and the shirt again 
moved out of her reach. Elvira turned her back for a 
moment, then whirled and dived, coming up with one of her 
bras. The chuckling continued as she put it one. She made 
another dive but this time the cloths were faster. They 
were out of her reach and on the floor.

"Who's doing that?" Elvira shouted, looking around. "I 
know there's someone in here."

"Very astute young woman." said a voice from nowhere. 

Elvira kept very still, she knew he was invisible so 
looking around for him would be useless. "The last few 
baby-sitters took far longer to realize what was going 
on."

"Who are you?" Elvira asked, retreating toward the wall.

She tripped over something and lay on the floor.

"I'm Uncle Frank. Surely you've heard of me."

"Nope." Suddenly she felt something stroke her foot. 
Laughing Elvira jerked it up. Something stroked the other 
foot. Elvira skidded backward on the floor trying to 
avoid the invisible feathers. She knew that's what they 
were, she had been tickled enough lately to know a 
feather. The feathers stopped working on her feet and 
suddenly under her arms were attacked. Laughing wildly 
Elvira struck out with her arms and legs hoping to get 
lucky. But she missed.

She rolled over on her stomach, trying to get up and run. 
He tripped her again and she felt a weight descend on her 
ankles. Laughing hysterically Elvira writhed on the 
floor. At first the feathers concentrated on her sides. 
Try as she might she wasn't able to squeeze her arms 
tight enough to her sides to stop them. Her hair was 
brushed aside and the feather caressed the back of her 
neck. After a while it moved down to the small of her 
back. Elvira was by this time completely helpless. She 
just laid there and laughed.

"You are really ticklish." Uncle Frank said. At least 
your back is. Let's say we make a deal, you take of your 
bra and roll over and I'll give you a few minutes to 
catch your breath."

"No way." Elvira snarled.

"Suit yourself." With that he shifted position, sitting 
on her back and bringing her feet up. The feather was 
applied delicately and lovingly. Elvira pounded her hands 
on the floor, desperately squirmed and twisted but got 
nowhere.

"All right!" she screeched.

With a chuckle Uncle Frank moved back to her ankles. 
Elvira put both arms around, reaching for the bra snap. 
Suddenly her wrists were grabbed and she felt soft 
leather enclosing them. There was an audible; "click" and 
her arms were securely bound behind her back.

"What gives?" Elvira protested.

"I lied." Frank said. Elvira found herself rolled over 
and staring into nothing, though she could still feel his 
weight on her legs. The front of her bra was grabbed and 
pulled down until it formed a bustier. "Now lets see what 
these nipples can do."

Elvira had no time to protest as the feathers went to 
work. She couldn't see them but she felt them, delicately 
touching the tips of her nipples. She laughed more than 
before. She could feel her nipples getting hard, her 
breast getting heavy. Moisture began to collect between 
her legs. 

Without a word the tickling stopped and Elvira lay on the 
floor panting for breath. Frank picked her up, half 
carrying half pushing her over to the bed. Once there her 
legs were pulled apart and securely fastened to the 
bedpost. Elvira couldn't see the shackles, but she could 
feel the warm fur encircling her ankles. The shackles 
gave a little bit, but not much.

A sharp pain in her breast caught her attention. She 
looked down to her nipples and saw them pressed inward. 

"Not nipple clamps." Elvira moaned. She hated those, had 
hated them ever since that flower girl and her number 
friend had used them on her.

"Well something has to give a counterpoint to all the 
pleasure I'm giving you." Frank said. Somehow he made 
that sound reasonable. He left her alone for a few 
minutes, giving the girl time to test her bonds. But they 
were secure. She was helpless.

"Now are you ticklish here?" Frank asked. Elvira nearly 
pulled her arms out of her sockets, as she felt the 
feather run up her inner thigh. It slowly caressed her 
pussy, driving her mad. She felt something push her 
vagina open and the feather flick at the edges. She 
screamed as her senses overloaded. Never had anything 
felt that good between her legs.

The orgasm came almost before she knew it. She surged up, 
feeling an explosion of energy from the center of her 
womanhood. It came as a wave and then slowly subsided. As 
it subsided Elvira suddenly found herself seeing the 
world as if a strobe light was on. She found her room 
receding, the nipple clamps and shackles falling from 
her. She lay on a field of fabric, taking deep breaths.

"Where did you go?" Frank called angrily.

Elvira didn't answer. Ignoring her body's need for rest 
she ran to the edge of the bed and jumped. She was small 
again, and the young girl could guess what caused it. 
Landing on the floor she ran under the bed and leapt up 
into the springs. There she hid while Uncle Frank 
searched for her. He shouted, stomping around and 
pounding on the walls. Finally the door opened and shut. 
Not being fooled Elvira let it open and shut three more 
times before she felt safe. Then she climbed on to the 
top of the bed again.

"Well, the last orgasm shrunk me, maybe another one will 
make me grow." she said aloud. 

Unfortunately her body wouldn't respond. Try as she might 
the young woman simply wasn't able to stimulate herself. 
Exhausted Elvira decided to rest a while. If Uncle Frank 
didn't know where she was, hopefully no one else would 
either. Crawling into a fold of the blanket the young 
girl laid down and let herself drift off to sleep.

End.

Will Elvira be able to grow again? Will this occur every 
time she has an orgasm? If so, will her boyfriends of the 
future understand? Sooner or later we will find out the 
answer to all these questions. And more.

 



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Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode four: The Butler

By Skytower 



The story so far: Elvira Peterson came to baby-sit Jeremy 
and Helga, the Carrion kids for the weekend. Things have 
not gone well. To start with Jeremy used a magic feather 
to tickle her into submission. After escaping the feather 
Elvira was then shrunk to the size of a doll. Escaping 
from Jeremy and Helga she ran straight into Aunt Petunia. 
Aunt Petunia is a small spider woman with many arms and a 
habit of spinning webs. 

Elvira manages to escape from her, take her captive and 
get back to Jeremy's lab. There she soaks in the potion 
that makes her grow. Getting back to her own room she was 
attacked by Uncle Frank, the invisible tickler. He 
tickled her to orgasm and that orgasm caused her to 
shrink once more.

(c)1998 by Skytower

 

Sexual frustration hits many different people many 
different ways. Some know it because of choice, some 
because of conscience and some because of fear. Elvira 
Peterson however, knew sexual frustration from a unique 
viewpoint. She lay on her bed, a bed that was to her the 
size of a swimming pool.

Elvira now stood (or lay) only six and one half inches 
tall. Other than that she was normal. Elvira usually 
stood a little over five feet tall. She had a solid 
build, with wide hips and small but firm breast. Her face 
was bright, gamin shaped and framed by shoulder length 
soft brown hair. Lying back she closed her eyes and 
started to cares her own breast. 

She got no response, even when she pinched the oversized 
nipples. Frustrated Elvira let her hands travel down past 
her stomach to the triangle of hair between her legs. She 
rubbed the hair slowly, gently roughing it up, then 
smoothing it over again. Still she got nowhere. For all 
the response her body was showing Elvira might just have 
been lying naked in the snow.

"Damn." she swore, sitting up. Elvira looked around her 
room, a very large Victorian bedroom. Extra large windows 
showed a storm raging outside. On the far side of the 
room was a doorway that led to the bathroom. Further 
along was a door that led to the hallway. Elvira kept her 
eye on the door to the hallway. If Jeremy or Helga came 
in now she was dead.

"Two little kids." She swore ruthfully.

It had seemed like any other baby-sitting assignment. 
Just watch the children for a weekend and get enough 
money to go to hockey camp. No one told her that the kids 
were a couple of mad scientist. First they had enslaved 
Elvira with a magic feather that had literally tickled 
her into submission. Then they had shrunk her and their 
mutated Aunt Petunia had caught her. Elvira sighed, 
thinking her self caught in the mutated woman's web. 
She'd never had any lesbian leanings, but then if Petunia 
wasn't human anymore did her making Elvira hotter than 
she'd ever been count? 

Thinking of herself hanging naked and helpless Elvira 
absentmindedly caressed her breast again. This time she 
got a response as it slowly hardened. She had escaped 
from Petunia and gotten back to normal size, only to be 
caught, bound and tickled by Uncle Frank. Uncle Frank was 
invisible, and like nearly everyone else in Carrion 
Mansion he liked to tickle. Tied spread-eagled to the bed

Elvira had been tickled to the point of orgasm. She 
sighed again as she remembered, and one hand again moved 
between her legs. That orgasm had actually saved her from 
him. It triggered the shrinking potion that must still 
have been in her body.

The young girl had shrunk so quickly Frank thought she 
had vanished. Elvira knew somehow that the orgasm had 
caused her to shrink again. And she guessed that another 
one would cause her to grow, possibly back to full size. 
But so far she could barely get aroused, much less reach 
a full orgasm.

Suddenly the baby-sitter realized how aroused she was 
becoming. Her breasts were hard, the nipples like coiled 
springs. Moisture began to gather around her pussy.

I refuse to be that kinky, Elvira thought. But she 
couldn't help it. The thought of being helpless and 
tickled was turning her on. Elvira thought of what would 
happen to her if Jeremy or Helga found her. With a 
determined growl she ploughed on. Instead of Aunt Petunia 
alone she now added Uncle Frank to the list. They held 
her down, despite her struggles. Every inch of her was 
exposed. Aunt Petunia started to lick the juices from 
between her legs, while Uncle

Frank played lightly over her nipple with his invisible 
feathers. She was getting close to a climax when Elvira 
heard the door open. The mood was broken and the shrunken 
girl dived under the covers. The sight that met her eyes 
when she looked out was stunning, even for the Carrion 
Mansion. A teddy bear wandered into the room.

Twice Elvira's current height he was dressed in a tweed 
coat. Tubby, as all teddy bears were, he had light brown 
fur and cute button eyes. His paws were somewhat short, 
but working non-the-less. Giving the room a quick glance 
he walked over to the bed and hopped up.

"It is no use hiding Miss Peterson." the bear said in a 
stern British voice. "My eyes are very sharp and my ears 
very good. I heard you from the hallway."

"Who are you?" Elvira asked, standing up and drawing the 
edge of the sheets around her.

"I am Mr. Bear, the butler."

"A teddy bear as a butler?"

"Not teddy." Mr. Bear corrected her, his voice betraying 
annoyance. "Theodore Y. Bear" he made the "Y" sound like 
an "I".

"What are you, one of Jeremy's little experiments?"

"Actually I am the result of young Helga's first magical 
spell. She accidentally channeled my spirit from the day 
of my death and placed me in this body. Being English I 
have adapted and assumed the role of butler to this 
house."

"Good for you." Elvira said.

"Thank you. Now if you will come with me Master Jeremy 
wishes to experiment on you."

"Forget it!" she snapped. "In the first place that kid 
ain't touching me, in the second place I'm not wearing 
anything."

"It is not proper for a young lady to use the word "aint" 
Mr. Bear said. " It is not even a proper word. As to your 
nudity, my dear I am a butler, I have seen it all."

Faster than Elvira thought he could move the bear pulled 
the sheets away from her. She tried to run but Mr. Bear 
jumped in front of her. The baby-sitter bounced off his 
stomach and fell backward on the bed. She rolled over and 
started to scramble away but he jumped on her back and 
grabbed her arms. Elvira laughed. Not because of the 
situation, but because the bear's fur was tickling her. 
The more she struggled the more she laughed. Realizing 
what was going on Elvira rolled over and hugged Mr. Bear.

"My word." the butler whispered as she rolled them over. 
Filling her mind with images of ropes and feathers Elvira 
started to rub her self all over the toy. She felt every 
strand of fur as it brushed her breast. She felt the fur 
on the bear and the hair of her pussy tangle, then pull 
apart like Velcro.

"Yes!" the young girl, shouted between laughs. "Make me 
big!"

"See here young woman!" Mr. Bear protested. "I am not 
equipped for this sort of thing anymore, and even if I 
were I should be requesting that of you."

He shifted rolling them over again. Pinned beneath a 
mountain of fur with her arms held Elvira gyrated and 
twisted. Laughing with all her might, her mind running 
through every sexual fantasy she had ever had.

"Big! Big! Big!" she shouted.

It happened, the sudden dimming of the lights, the 
feeling of surrealism.

"Ow!" Elvira said as her head hit the ceiling. It only 
took a moment for her to understand what had happened. 
She had gone too far. Her body had gone from too small to 
too big. She looked down at herself, and at the wreckage 
of the room. Rooms. She had crashed through the wall and 
now was tightly wedged into two rooms. The last time 
Elvira had felt like this had been a few jobs back. She 
had been sealed into an antique steamer trunk. 

Only this time no fast talking girl would bore her to 
death. She hoped. Elvira was sitting up, with her knees 
under her chin, her back to the wall and her head pushed 
into her chest by the ceiling. She tried to move but the 
walls wouldn't budge. The baby-sitter found that she 
could move her arms a little, and her legs. But that was 
it.

"Young lady this is entirely bad form." Mr. Bear said. 
Elvira looked down and saw him balanced on the lawn of 
brown hair her pussy had become. "Using me like that... I 
don't think I'll ever get my fur clean again... Probably 
have to go through the washing machine... I'll get dizzy 
spells for days..."

"Sorry." Elvira said.

"Wait here." Mr. Bear said, pulling himself up and 
straightening his coat. "I shall go get the children." 
Still mumbling to himself the butler jumped off of her 
and left.

Some time later the door opened and Jeremy walked in, 
followed by Helga. Jeremy and Helga were very much alike. 
They stood the same height both had red hair. His was cut 
short hers streamed to her waist. Dark green eyes drew 
her in each time she looked at them.

"Wow!" Jeremy exclaimed.

"I suppose now my chest is big enough for you." Elvira 
said sarcastically.

"Respectable." the young scientist said, walking over to 
her. "Very respectable."

"How did you get away from Aunt Petunia?" Helga asked. 

"Turn about's fair play." Elvira said. "Now how do I back 
to normal?"

"I have no idea."

"What!" Elvira tried to jump, shaking the mansion in her 
shock. "What do you mean no idea!"

"Well to begin with," Jeremy said, picking himself up off 
the floor, "my potion was meant to shrink, not grow."

"I bet she tried the other potion." Helga said. "The one 
you haven't perfected yet."

"Haven't perfected?" Elvira echoed feeling her stomach 
sink.

"Perhaps if you tell me exactly what happened I can help 
you."

Elvira took a deep breath, forcing herself to keep calm. 
She needed the kids or she would be stuck in this room 
for a long time.

"Well I tied up Aunt Petunia..."

"Bet she didn't like that." Helga interrupted.

"And got her to take me back to your lab." Elvira 
continued, ignoring her. "We found a bottle of the stuff 
you used on me, I soaked it and grew again. Then I got 
back to my room and your Uncle Frank tickled me. Hard. I 
shrunk again. Then your teddy bear..."

"Theodore Y Bear if you please."

"Sorry. Theodore caught me and we wrestled. I laughed a 
lot and suddenly I'm big again."

Jeremy was silent for a moment. Reaching over he ran his 
hand over her foot. Elvira laughed and the boy scientist 
jumped back barely avoiding the foot.

"It does not seem to be triggered by laughing alone." He 
said thoughtfully.

"If I may young sir." Mr. Bear said. "The young woman is 
not telling the whole truth. Forgive me Miss Peterson, I 
can understand you wish to retain a measure of 
modesty..."

"Oh go ahead." Elvira said pragmatically. "I'm a fifty 
foot tall naked girl, I don't think modesty is something 
I have to worry about anymore."

"Very well. As I was saying Master Jeremy the young 
women's growth did occur as we wrestled. But as we 
wrestled she was trying to engage me in a sexual 
intercourse. I believe the growth occurred at the zenith 
of her sexual frenzy."

"Wow!" Jeremy and Helga said at the same time. They 
looked at her and Elvira felt the blood rush to her face. 

"This would explain much." Jeremy said. "Tell me, the 
bottle you say you soaked in, was it marked "Aqua 
Amplificare Potio, Instabilis"?

"Yea, that sounds like it."

"You soaked in an unstable potion?" Helga asked. "How 
could you be so dumb?"

"How the hell was I supposed to know that it was 
unstable?"

"What do you think "instablilis" means? Don't you read 
Latin?"

"No." the baby-sitter said, gritting her teeth. "I 
don't."

"What poor education systems they have nowadays." Mr. 
Bear murmured sadly.

"How far did you soak in the liquid?"

"All the way."

"Did you swallow any?"

"No."

Jeremy hummed softly to himself.

"Was that a good hum or a bad hum?" Elvira asked.

"I'm not sure. I'll have to run some test. Theodore?"

"Yes sir."

"I'll need some hair samples. Head, pubic and ears."

"I'll get the hedge clippers sir."

"Wait a minute!" Elvira shouted, blowing them against the 
wall with the sound of her voice. "I am not going to be 
an experiment."

Wood splintered and cracked as Elvira flailed out with 
her arms and legs. Slowly she started to force the wall 
outward.

"Stop that!" Jeremy shouted at her. "If you break that 
wall it comes out of my allowance!"

"Tough!" Elvira shouted back.

"Helga, get the jar. Theodore with me!"

With that shout the young scientist leapt onto Elvira's 
leg and started to climb. Theodore was right behind him. 
Using the hair on the baby-sitters legs they scrambled 
toward her stomach. With an enraged roar Elvira swiped at 
them but missed. Accompanied by the bear Jeremy used 
Elvira's breast for a springboard and landed on her neck.

"Get off of me!" Elvira shouted. She stretched herself 
mightily, feeling the walls start to give way. 

She felt Jeremy swing behind her, using a lock of her 
hair for a rope. There was a sudden pain in her neck and 
suddenly both her arms went numb.

"What the hell are you doing?" Elvira screeched. 

"I don't care how large you are," Jeremy shouted back, 
"you still have a central nervous system."

With an enraged roar Elvira threw her weight forward, 
scraping her head across the ceiling. 

Her arms came to life again as she saw Jeremy and 
Theodore fly across the room.

Get her guys!" Helga screamed running back into the room.

She was carrying a glass jar and opened it. 

A flock of feathers erupted out of the jar and dove 
toward the giant babysitter. Elvira flailed her arms in 
every direction, but it was hopeless. It was impossible 
to fight off the swarm and they tickled every inch of her 
exposed flesh. It happened again, she reached orgasm and 
the lights dimmed, she had a sense of falling. Slowly she 
climbed to her feet and looked around. The place was a 
wreck with huge holes in the walls and ceilings. Theodore 
leaned against one wall, while Jeremy and Helga helped 
each other stand.

With a warm feeling in her stomach Elvira realized she 
was back to her normal height. Stunned she looked at 
herself, amazed at the sight. She was still looking when 
Jeremy and Helga tackled her.

"Hey!" Elvira protested, trying to fight back. She was 
still coming down from the high of an orgasm though. Off 
balance already she was pushed onto her back. Then Jeremy 
grabbed her legs and twisted, forcing the baby-sitter 
onto her stomach. Helga jumped on her back, driving the 
air out of her lungs. Hugging her legs under his arms 
Jeremy bent down and back. He was now resting on the back 
top part of her legs, holding the lower part bent double.

"Get the things," he gasped out, "I'll keep her busy."

Elvira started to laugh as he tickled her feet. She was 
still too weak and out of breath to fight back. Vainly 
she tried to push up with her arms, but there was no way 
to reach him. It only took a few minutes for Helga to 
come back, but by that time Elvira could only wiggle and 
squirm. She felt her arms being pulled straight out and 
fasted to a bar. As soon as that was done Jeremy stopped 
tickling her. Breathing heavily with relief the young 
woman was too weak to resist as they sat her up. The bar 
was connected to a harness that crisscrossed her chest. A 
blindfold was tied over her eyes.

After that she was allowed to fall back to the floor. 
Chest heaving body covered in sweat and dust Elvira took 
in deep gulps of air.

"Alright." Jeremy said, his own voice sounding a little 
out of breath. "Let's get her to the lab."

End.

Will Elvira ever leave Carrion Mansion? Will she ever get 
through one episode of this tale fully clothed? What will 
happen in the lab? Don't worry, I'll get back to this 
some time. Right now I have a baby-sitter of my own to 
deal with. 




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Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode five: Aunt Petunia's Revenge

By Skytower 



Elvira has finally regained her normal size, only to be 
attacked and captured by Jeremy and Helga. Bound and 
Blindfolded she is now on her way to the LAB! (scary 
huh?)

(c)1998 By Skytower

 

"Okay, why the blindfold?" Elvira demanded. They were 
walking down some sort of corridor, she could tell that 
by the smooth carpet under her feet. There was also the 
slightly musty smell that permeated most of Carrion 
Mansion. Once again she flexed her arms, but once again 
they stayed bound. Elvira was bound with a solid wooden 
bar laid across her shoulders and a harness crisscrossed 
between her breast. Each arm was bound the length of the 
bar with Velcro straps. Given some time alone the young 
girl knew she could work loose, but the kids weren't 
giving her that time.

"It's meant to keep your escape potential down." Jeremy 
said. Elvira could picture his deceptively cherubic face 
a he talked. Slim, red haired and green eyed he looked 
harmless. His sister was much the same, though her hair 
was longer. 

"Jeremy subscribes to Abductor Monthly." Helga said from 
the other side. Briefly Elvira considered smashing them 
with the wooden rod, but decided against it. She would 
have to take them both out at once, and there was little 
hope of that. 

"According to recent studies the blindfold decreases your 
escape potential by 20%. Your nudity adds another 20 to 
30% of deterrence."

"Always nice to have statistics." Elvira said 
sarcastically. It was still a little embarrassing to be 
nude in front of them. That two children had taken her 
prisoner, even if they had used magic to do it, was 
infuriating. Even now she could feel Jeremy's eyes on 
her. She was good to look at Elvira knew. Five feet four 
to six inches in her bare feet, her body compact, but 
shaped well. True her breasts were considered small by 
Hollywood standards and her hips a little too wide, but 
there had never been any complaints. At least not in the 
last 24 hours, and more people had seen her naked lately 
than normal. Of course of those

people one was a mutated lady spider, another was an 
invisible tickler, and the last one was the spirit of 
Englishman channeled into the body of a teddy bear. Given 
all that it was doubtful that she would have heard any 
complaints anyway.

"From now on my limit is 10, I don't care how much money 
is involved."

"What do you mean by that?" Helga asked.

"I meant that I'm never babysitting anyone over the age 
of 10 again, I thought 12 would be safe, but you two 
proved that wrong."

"We are not 12." Jeremy said.

"We are 84." Helga added.

Elvira stopped and felt them each bump into her. Vainly 
casting her head around she tried to see them through her 
blindfold.

"What do you mean you're 84?"

"Our family ages differently than most humans." Jeremy 
said. "Mother maintains that it is because we are more 
evolved."

Elvira felt a push in the small of her back and started 
moving again.

"Then why the hell do you need a babysitter?"

"That's something I've asked mother many times." Jeremy 
said.

"She says that it's the only way to keep the torches and 
pitchforks crowd away." Helga said.

"Oh." Elvira worked her arms again, but again the straps 
held. So why are we going to the lab?" she demanded. "I'm 
normal size now." 

"We know, but Jeremy promised to bring Lucretia to life."

"It's her unbirthday present."

"Oh great, a mad scientist who reads Alice in Wonderland. 
Do you know what I'm going to do to you two after I get 
loose?" 

Suddenly Jeremy and Helga brought her to a stop. Elvira 
heard clanking noises ahead of them.

"Hello children."

"Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse." Elvira 
whispered her heart jumping.

"Aunt Petunia." Helga gasped, confirming what Elvira had 
guessed.

"That's right Helga."

Suddenly Elvira felt the two children leave her. She 
could guess why. After she had first been shrunk the 
baby-sitter had run into Aunt Petunia. Helga and Jeremy 
had mutated the woman. Their aunt had been shrunk to 
about a foot tall and had grown an extra set of arms. She 
also had the ability to create webbing. Elvira had fallen 
into her web and only escaped by licking the woman into 
an orgasm. From the sound of Petunia's voice the 
babysitter guessed that, like her, Aunt Petunia had 
grown.

"I got to thinking after Elvira left me, if the potion 
worked on her it might work on me. A quick drink later 
and here I am."

There was a whipping sound and Elvira felt a wind go past 
her. She stood absolutely still as the sound of a 
struggle rose to it's height, then quickly abated. For a 
few moments there was silence.

"Who won?" the young girl asked.

"Do you really need to ask?" Aunt Petunia said, whipping 
the blindfold off. Elvira felt the air leave her lungs. 
Aunt Petunia had not only regained normal height, she had 
gone beyond it. At least seven feet tall she still had 
four arms. She had also grown an extra pair of breast. 
Large and firm with wide pink areolas and slightly 
indented nipples. Her figure was firm, muscles rippled 
under the skin Elvira could see. And she could see it 
all. The sheer volume of the woman was intimidating. But 
it was muscle, not fat that the babysitter saw. The 
tangle of hair between her legs could have swallowed the 
young woman's face. Her feet were huge, the toes as long 
as a child's fingers. 

"Hi..." the baby-sitter stuttered. "You seem to... Do 
you..."

"Remember you?" Petunia smiled stroking Elvira's breast. 
"You are the young girl who treated me to one of the best 
orgasms I've had in years." She took hold of Elvira's 
nipple and pinched. "Then tied me up and tickled me into 
slavery." Pinching the nipple fiercely Petunia forced 
Elvira to her knees, then on her back. Releasing her hold 
the woman grabbed Elvira's legs and webbed them together. 
The webbing had grown with Petunia. It was as thick as 
clothesline rope and at least as strong. After Elvira's 
legs were secured from her ankles to just below her knees 
Petunia lightly stroked her feet.

"I did warn you what would happen if I ever got you in my 
web didn't I." Leaving Elvira's feet the mutated woman 
ran her tongue over Elvira's pussy, easily parting the 
hair. While she explored that area two of her hands 
kneaded the young girls breast. 

"What about the kids?" Elvira gasped out.

"Yes your right." abruptly Petunia stood and walked over 
to Jeremy and Helga. They were both little more than 
white cocoons and she hefted them easily. "I'll be back." 
she sang as she walked away.

It took a little while but Elvira finally freed herself 
from the bar, breaking it across her shoulders. She was 
in one of the corridors of Carrion Mansion. Ten feet wide 
and fifteen feet tall, with dark wood paneling the 
mansion was a model of Victorian splendor. Suits of armor 
lined the walls, alternating with family portraits. 
Elvira rolled over to one of the armor suits and started 
to use its sword to cut through the webbing. It took a 
while, even though the sword was sharp. Once that was 
done the young girl stood up and looked around. No one 
was in sight, and there were no suspicious sounds. For 
the first time in what seemed like years Elvira relaxed. 
Then she started to head back to her own room.

"I say, excuse me."

Elvira stopped as part of the wall opened and a teddy 
bear walked through it. He was about a foot tall, with a 
tweed vest and cute button eyes.

"Hiya." Elvira said, continuing on.

"You must help, Aunt Petunia is planning something 
terrible for the youngsters."

"Good, maybe she'll let me watch."

"I say!" he started to follow her. "Young woman that is a 
most deplorable attitude."

"What?" Elvira stopped short and Mr. Bear bumped into her 
leg. 

"Despite the children's mischief you are still the baby-
sitter, they are still in your care." Somehow the tubby 
toy managed to draw himself up and look down at her. "You 
cannot abandon that responsibility."

Elvira opened her mouth to argue, then stopped. He was 
right. She didn't like it but he was right. Besides, the 
basic strategy of self preservation dictated she tackle 
Petunia while she was busy doing something else.

"Where are they?" 

"In the solarium. Miss Petunia is laughing in a most 
unseemly manor."

"Ok, let's get to my room first and then to the 
solarium." 

"Of course." Mr. Bear said, leading the way. "You must 
have some terrible weapon in your room." 

"Something like that." Elvira said.

A little while later Elvira and Mr. Bear peered 
cautiously through stained glass. The solarium was 
located on the East Side of Carrion Mansion. Dark stained 
glass three stories high caught the moonlight, turning 
the interior into a stark white graveyard. Vague images 
on the glass showed scenes from Dante's Inferno. There 
was a sunken fountain in the center of the room. A stone 
woman lay under a murderer's ax, her throat spraying 
water into an onyx basin. 

Elvira, dressed in the oversized hockey shirt she used as 
a nightgown, shuddered. The jersey had been the only 
piece of clothing she could find in what was left of her 
room. That and the hockey stick she nearly always 
carried. The stick usually made her feel secure. Now she 
wished it were some sort of machine gun.

Aunt Petunia had erected a giant web across the solarium. 
Toward the bottom were two struggling cocoons that must 
have been Helga and Jeremy. Just inside the window near 
the floor the mutated woman adjusted two giant lenses. 
The lightening sky told Elvira what Petunia was planning.

"She likes cooked kids." she whispered.

"Indeed." Mr. Bear said. "In fact I do believe she was 
trying to do this when the children first shrunk her."

"I don't suppose it's going to be a cloudy day." Elvira 
sat down and brought her knees up to her chest.

"Clear and mild with temperatures in the 50's." Mr. Bear 
said. Elvira stared at him and he added. "I am the 
butler, it is one of my duties to know the weather." 

"Of course." she peered through the door again. There was 
no chance of her taking on Aunt Petunia. Not in a 
firefight anyway. "Teddy..." 

"Mr. Bear, please."

"Mr. Bear," she continued through gritted teeth, "go to 
Jeremy's lab and get me either a jar of feathers or that 
supper soaker filled with the shrinking potion or both."

"At once madam." the bear lumbered off and Elvira glanced 
into the room again. The sky was rapidly growing lighter 
with the promise of a new day. Rising the baby-sitter 
quietly jogged down the hall, stopping at the first door. 
As quietly as possible she unscrewed the doorknobs. From 
the solarium she could hear the theme song to the TV show 
"Friends". It was sung off key and sent chills down her 
spine.

"I hate that show." she half whispered, half snarled. 
With the doorknobs free she crept back up the corridor. 
Minutes passed and the sky grew lighter. With a splendid 
vista of colors the sun started to rise. In practically 
no time at the entire solarium was filled with a golden 
glow. It shone through the stained glass, making the 
torments of hell dance with eerie life. Aunt Petunia sang 
as the sun rose, switching from Friends theme song to 
Sienfeld.

"You know I really am looking forward to this." she said 
giving Jeremy's cocoon a poke. It shuddered and struggled 
in response. "Little children are oh so sweat and tasty." 
Sunlight hit the lenses at that point and a small star 
was born on each cocoon. Almost instantly it they started 
to glow with heat. Then one of the stars shattered. In 
shock Aunt Petunia turned to the doorway. Standing there 
Elvira took careful aim and let loose another wristshot. 
It shattered the second lens. 

"How dare you!" Aunt Petunia growled.

"Friends, Sienfeld and now a cliche?" Elvira stood with 
the hockey stick ready. "Lady you need help."

With a snarl the mutated woman leapt at her. Elvira 
dodged and parried with her stick. It threw her opponent 
to one side, but before the girl could brace herself Aunt 
Petunia was on her. The hockey stick was thrown out of 
her hands. They rolled on the ground, wrestling. Elvira 
quickly found herself on her back. Two of Petunia's hands 
held the baby-sitters wrist above her head. Elvira's 
ankles were held tightly by Petunia's elongated toes. 
Unfortunately that left Elvira stretched out and 
helpless, with the last set of Petunia's hands free. 

"Maybe I'm not that hungry right now." Aunt Petunia 
purred as she slowly lifted the jersey up Elvira's body. 
She spread her legs out, forcing Elvira's legs apart as 
well. Slowly the spider woman rubbed her pussy against 
Elvira's. The jersey was pulled up under her arms, 
exposing the young woman's breast. Aunt Petunia bent down 
and took one of the breast in her mouth, nibbling softly 
at the oversized nipple.

"Forget it lady." Elvira said, her voice hanging coldly 
in the air. "Right now I'm picturing Rush Limbaugh 
humping Roseanne."

"Humm!" Petunia let out a long sigh. "Sounds like fun." 
Lightly she reached down and stroked Elvira's sides. "In 
fact it sounds funny." Clenching her teeth Elvira tried 
not to laugh. She had lost count of the times laughing 
her way to an orgasm had caused her to shrink or grow. 
She couldn't afford to shrink now, and even if she grew 
it might not be enough. Aunt Petunia was persistent 
though. One of her toes stretched around and stroked the 
souls of Elvira's foot. That was it. Elvira started to 
giggle. Then laugh. Soon time lost all meaning as the 
baby-sitters nerves screamed at her. When finally Aunt 
Petunia bent down and took Elvira's breast in her mouth 
she found it full and stiff. Elvira moaned through her 
laughter as her nipple was sucked and teased.

"Stop vile creature!" Mr. Bear ordered.

Shocked out of her arousal Elvira wrenched free of 
Petunia's grasp and rolled away from her. 

"Good timing teddy."

"Mr. Bear..."

Elvira interrupted him by grabbing the super soaker out 
of his hands and firing.

"Shrink baby shrink!" she shouted.

The stream of liquid shot out and hit Petunia in the 
chest. The woman's body shook, then glowed. Then grew. 
Before Elvira's eyes Aunt Petunia expanded, not stopping 
until she filled most of the room.

"Didn't you get the shrinking potion?"

"I thought I did. Your did specify the super soaker did 
you not?"

"The fault is not his my dear." Petunia's voice 
reverberated around the solarium, making the glass 
vibrate. "What you did not realize was that a second does 
of the potion would have a different effect on my already 
mutated form." she smiled, showing a row of fangs. "No 
harm done."

"Give me that!" Elvira shouted, grabbing the mason jar 
from the teddy bear. "Penna Titilare Aunt Petunia!" she 
shouted, unscrewing the jar. 

At once the feathers swarmed out and surrounded the giant 
woman. Petunia screamed and thrashed, her screams turning 
to laughter as the feathers tickled her from all sides. 
While she laughed Elvira darted forward and grabbed 
Jeremy and Helga's cocoons. Jumping and dodging she 
carried them out of the room. Looking back she could tell 
Petunia was lost in the tickling high. The glassy look in 
her eyes told Elvira she was nearing the limit. A sudden 
idea came to Elvira. Grabbing Mr. Bear she threw him onto 
Petunia's chest.

"Go for the nipples!" she shouted following him. While 
Mr. Bear rubbed for all he was worth Elvira leapt to the 
woman's pussy. Pulling off her shirt she used it to rub 
the sides, stimulating Petunia even more. It took a few 
minutes, then there was a shriek and suddenly Petunia 
shrunk. It was even quicker than her growth. One minute 
she was gigantic, the next she was lain exhausted in 
Elvira's palm. 

 

Elvira was waiting that afternoon when Mrs. Carrion came 
home. Sitting in an overstuffed arm chair the young girl 
was dressed in a Victorian gown. It was the only thing 
she could find that fit. In a birdcage Aunt Petunia 
lazily swung on a swing. Jeremy and Helga were propped up 
next to each other on the couch, still cocooned. The 
baby-sitter took a sip from the tea Mr. Bear handed her 
and looked up expectantly.

"Did you have fun this weekend?" Mrs. Carrion asked.

End.

 
*************


Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode six: Old Potions Never Die

By Skytower 



Months ago while babysitting Jeremy and Helga Carrion, 
Elvira Peterson was tickled, shrunk, assaulted by a 
mutated aunt, tickled, grown to three times her normal 
height, shrunk and then bound. Now she's back.

 
(c)1999 by Skytower
 


Elvira Peterson slowed her moped to a stop and took a 
deep breath. A chill breeze curled around her, defeating 
the early evening spring sunshine. Deepening shadows were 
growing slowly around her, but none compared to Carrion 
Mansion. Weakly lit by the dying day the mansion loomed 
before her, it's semi-Gothic architecture deceptively 
welcoming. Like a mousetrap baited with pleasant smelling 
cheese.

"Stop it." she scolded herself. "Houses are just wood and 
glass and other stuff."

If the mansion heard her it did not react. It just sat, 
as it had sat for years on the small rise on the 
outskirts of town. A grey stone wall surrounded the 
house, though it wasn't really needed. Over many years 
and after many unexplained occurrences (not to mention a 
few disappearances) no one in town was fool enough to go 
near the mansion. 

"Well, almost no one." she whispered, getting off of her 
moped. But then, she thought, I really don't have much 
choice. As it had done months before the wrought iron 
gate opened on it's own, but something new had been added 
to it. A black gargoyle's face glared at her as the gate 
swung back. Pitted and scared by the elements the face 
seemed to mutely curse her. Hurrying past it Elvira 
jogged up to the front steps. Leaning the moped to one 
side she picked up her pack and walked over to the door. 
Two more gargoyle head knockers stared at her. She 
knocked, then took a step back as the sound shook the 
house.

"Get a grip." she told herself crossly. "You're not a 
rookie." Elvira was pretty by almost any standard, though 
not stunningly beautiful by Hollywood standards. She 
stood about halfway over five feet, with long brown hair 
that was currently tucked into a wool cap. Loose fitting 
jeans and a Bruins warm up jacket further obscured a 
slight but appealing figure. Her face was gamin like, 
with high forehead, rich

brown eyes and a slightly too small nose over a soft 
mouth. The door opened and an extremely tall woman with 
crimson hair greeted her.

"Welcome Elvira." Lillith Carion said, retreating a 
little to let the babysitter in. The elder Carion had not 
changed at all since the last time Elvira had seen her. 
Extremely tall and thin, with a face seemingly chiseled 
out of pale marble. Framing that face was dark red hair. 
The most striking feature in the face was a pair of 
bright green eyes. She was wearing a black sequined 
evening gown and looked exotically (or terrifyingly 
Elvira told herself) beautiful. Elvira walked in, setting 
her bag down near the stairs. 

Carion Mansion had not changed in the few months she'd 
been away. In front of her a set of stairs led upward to 
the second floor, branching off into the two main wings 
of the house. To her right was the entrance to the 
dinning room, to her left the kitchen. At the top of the 
stairs Jeremy and Helga Carrion stood and smiled at her. 
They were twins, with the same crimson hair as their 
mother. 

Like her their skin was pale, both faces were thin, his 
to the point of looking pinched, her's merely looking 
chunky. His red hair was cut short, almost a buzz cut, 
her's was long, nearly to her waist. Four green eyes 
gazed at her, giving the babysitter the feeling that she 
was in the sights of some arcane weapon.

"Nice to see you again." Jeremy said.

"At full size." Helga added.

"Children." Mrs. Carrion said, her tone one of warning as 
she put on her coat. "I do not wish to hear of any 
unpleasantness on Monday. Is that understood?" 

"Yes mother." Jeremy and Helga said at the same time, in 
the same voice. The voice did nothing to reassure the 
babysitter.

"Here are the emergency numbers." Mrs. Carrion said, 
handing Elvira a small black book. Goodbye."

"See ya." Elvira said.

"Okay." Elvira said, marching up the stairs as soon as 
the door closed. "A couple of things to clear up. First: 
where's Aunt Petunia?"

"Father took her to a specialist in the old country." 
Jeremy said.

"He was a little upset after she tried to eat us."

"Yea? How did he feel about the two of you mutating her?"

"He said that it was 'excusable youthful exuberance' 
Jeremy said.

"Of course, everyone mutates their aunt."

"Why are you back with us?" Jeremy asked as they followed 
her down the hallway. "I haven't heard anything about 
Hell freezing over."

"I need your help."

"Our help?"

Elvira opened the door to her old room, noting that they 
had fixed up the damage from her last visit. Going inside 
she threw her pack down on the bed and turned to them.

"Yea, I'm still going up and down a lot."

"The formulea is still active?"

"Good work Jeremy!" Helga exclaimed, slapping him on the 
back.

"I'm brilliant." he agreed with false modesty.

"Hey!" Elvira protested. "Master mind! I've still got a 
problem. Every time I laugh too much or..."

"Engage in intercourse enough to reach an orgasmic level 
of satisfaction?" Helga suggested as Elvira faltered.

"Yea." Elvira said, blushing. "I either shrink or grow, 
or grow too much."

"Well as long as you avoid hilarity and sex you should be 
ok." Jeremy said.

"That's not going to happen Jeremy."

"Indeed? I didn't know you were that promiscuous."

"I'm not..."

"I hope you're careful." Helga said.

"What?"

"She's right," Jeremy agreed, "the formula could be 
transferable."

"I wonder if her and her partner could grow 
simultaneously?"

"Maybe, but I..."

"Enough!" Elvira shouted. Jumping off the bed she grabbed 
the two children by the throats. "Can you cure me?"

Jeremy hummed to himself and Elvira released them.

Keep your temper, she thought. They shrunk ya last time, 
who knows what they've worked on since then.

"Was that a good hum or a bad hum?"

"That was a; 'I'm running out of a air ' hum." he said, 
rubbing his neck. "But in answer to your first question: 
yes I think I can cure you. But we'll have to go the 
lab."

"The lab." Elvira repeated. "Okay lets go to the lab."

As they walked through the corridors of Carion Mansion 
Elvira looked around. The place was still the same, high 
ceilings, dark wood paneling, a few tapestries and suits 
of armor. Lit by flickering lamps it was the model of a 
haunted house. Unfortunately it wasn't haunted. Elvira 
would have welcomed ghost instead of the two children who 
walked in front of her. It didn't help that they weren't 
really children, but some strange species of humanity 
that simply aged slowly. 

According to Jeremy they were both in their 80's. 
Trusting the two of them again was not what Elvira wanted 
to do, but it beat explaining things to her mother. Or 
ending up spending another night in her little sisters 
Malibu Stacy dream house. They came to the end of the 
corridor and stopped. Elvira braced herself as Jeremy 
pulled a sword on one of the armored suits. The floor 
vanished and they fell into darkness.

This time Elvira landed on her feet. Getting up slowly 
she looked around. Jeremy and Helga bounced up and went 
over to a computer console. The console was new, and big, 
taking up the entire south wall.

"I thought you went in for magic and alchemy and stuff." 
Elvira said, walking over to him. The sound of chemicals 
bubbling and boiling filled her ears, even as chemical 
scents assaulted her nose.

"I am, but there is no law that says a computer can't 
hold a spell." he patted the console. "Father got this 
for me for my birthday."

"Nice, I got a new hockey stick." Elvira said, studying 
the machine. It looked like every computer she had ever 
seen on TV. It had a keyboard, large monitor, dozens of 
dials and switches neatly arranged. Near the top center 
was an outline and three empty holes. "Should I be 
worried the manufacturers logo's missing?" 

"Not at all." Jeremy said. "I've made extensive 
modifications."

"Oh great." Elvira muttered.

"Just give me a few seconds to call up your file."

Leaving him to the machine Elvira wandered over to Helga. 
The little girl was making a notation on a notepad. 
Suspended in mid air was a small ball that looked like 
green jelly.

"Still working on bringing that doll to life?" Elvira 
asked.

"We did that already. " Helga said. "She and Mr. Bear ran 
of and got married. They're on their honeymoon."

"Oh." the babysitters mind whirled for a moment as she 
tried to picture a teddy bear with the spirit of an 
English butler making love to an animated Malibu Stacy 
doll. "What's that then?"

"A transformation pill." Helga glanced up at her and 
smiled.

"Forget it." Elvira said, backing away. "I'm not ending 
up as a spider centaur."

"That was Jeremy's experiment." the little girl 
protested, a hurt look coming over her face. "I don't 
turn people into spiders."

"Sorry."

Mollified Helga turned back to the experiment. Elvira 
gave her a ten count before asking the inevitable 
question. 

"What does it do?"

"Either a bird, a mouse or a cat, I'm not sure yet. 
Jeremy's the one who likes nice orderly things, that's 
why he went into science."

"And you like things crazy?"

"Chaotic." Helga agreed.

"Found the file." Jeremy called. Elvira and Helga went 
over to the computer and looked at the screen. A complex 
chain of chemicals was dancing across the monitor.

"Pretty colors," Elvira conceded, "what do they mean."

"It is hard to say." he punched the keyboard a few times 
and the chemicals danced some more. "Can you tell me the 
exact moments and circumstances when the changes took 
place?"

"Oh yea, it's not something I forget easily. First time 
was about a month after I left the fun house here. " 
Elvira sighed, remembering.

"Polly's hitting me!"

"I am not."

"Settle down!" Elvira shouted, trying to keep the tray of 
snacks balanced as she moved across the room. Her sister 
Guinevere held court on her bed, explaining to one and 
all how a perfect snowball was made. Elsewhere in the 
room a cauldron of little girls sought mischief.

"Everything alright dear?" the call came from her 
mother's room, a safe fortress in the remote recesses of 
the hallway. 

"Just fine mom!" Elvira called back, setting the tray 
down and pulling back in time to avoid getting trampled. 
Impossible, she thought. There must be more than four 
girls here. 

Muffled; "Thank you's" were heard.

Elvira closed the door, hoping her mother wouldn't be 
tempted to get out of bed. A broken leg needed time to 
heal, and she was determined to give her mother that 
time.

"Game time!" Guinevere cried out.

"Tho it doth cost me my sanity." Elvira whispered to 
herself. 

Where Elvira took after her father's side of the family, 
her sister leaned more toward her mother. Blonde hair, 
cute face, arms and legs already surpassing her body, 
Guinevere had five or six years before growing into the 
true beauty she would become.

"One game only." Elvira called back. "And everyone gets 
to play."

"Darts." Polly called out. Polly was the closest thing to 
a punk ten-year-old Elvira had ever seen. She had blue 
highlights in her hair and was a little pudgy.

"No sharp objects."

"Makeovers." Danielle called. She was the fashion plate 
of the group, with great blue eyes and long black hair.

"No chemicals."

"Doom." Mary called, she loved either the computer or the 
TV, and had the thick glasses to prove it.

"And let you near the computer again? Forget it."

It went on like that for a while, Elvira rejecting one 
game after another. Then Guinevere called out: "Twister!"

"What is Twister?" Jeremy asked interrupting.

"You never played?"

"If I had played, I would have known what the game was, 
and therefore I would not have asked."

He's gonna be a principle when he grows up, Elvira 
thought.

"Twister is game where you place a mat on the floor. On 
the mat are different colored dots. Arranged in a 
crisscross pattern. A person has a big color chart 
divided with parts of the body. You spin an arrow and it 
lands on say Blue under left foot. The person on the mat 
whose turn it is has to put his left foot on a blue dot. 
They have to do it without taking there other feet or 
hands off the mat. At least that's the rules we used."

"I bet Aunt Petunia could win that game." Helga said.

The game seemed benign enough. At the very least Elvira 
thought it would tire them out. She said ok and a space 
was cleared. The game started off ok, with all four girls 
on the mat and Elvira spinning the

arrow. Soon the mat was a twisted mass of young girls. 
Then Guinevere, reaching for a blue dot, brushed her hand 
against Polly's foot. The giggling started, and soon a 
full-scale tickle war was in progress.

Elvira waded into the melee...

"Not a very bright thing to do." Jeremy pointed out. The 
babysitter ignored him and went on.

... And got tripped.

"Get her." Guinevere shouted. 

Eight little hands immediately roamed over her body, none 
more dangerous that her little sister, who knew where to 
tickle. Elvira fought to get up but it was no use. She 
was prepared to let the girls tire themselves out when 
she felt a familiar feeling come over her. Desperately 
she tried to escape, but it was too late. There was a 
tingling feeling on her skin, the world was lit by strobe 
lights, her cloths suddenly felt loose.

Then it was over and a now miniature Elvira crawled out 
from under her cloths to the astonished stares of her 
charges.

"I take it your sister was surprised." 

"No kidding." Elvira said. 

"What did they do?" Helga asked.

"Well first I had a fun time explaining what was going 
on. Then I had to convince them I wasn't a toy. I'm 
telling you right now, nail polish is not meant for a 
girl six inches tall, and crayons aren't much fun 
either." Elvira shuddered. "Finally I spent the night 
modeling Malibu Stacy outfits. Got to sleep in her dream 
house and worked my way back to full size the next 
morning in the bathroom."

"Tickling or masturbation?" Jeremy asked.

"Masturbation." Elvira said blushing.

"What did you tell your sister?" Helga asked.

"I told her about you two, and that you're mad scientist, 
and that the effect wears off after a couple of hours."

"Why not tell her the truth?" Jeremy entered some more 
data into the computer.

"She's way to young."

"We know."

"But we're more advanced than normal children." Helga 
pointed out.

"Advanced isn't the word I'd use."

"When was the next time?"

"Well after that night word was out." An ironic smile 
graced Elvira's face. "Within a week I was the most 
popular babysitter in town. A couple of parents even had 
a bidding war over me one night. My bank accounts never 
been so good. Every kid wanted to shrink me and play with 
their new doll."

"And you thought we were unique." Jeremy said.

"Wrong word kid, wrong word. " Elvira took a deep breath. 
"Well a week after the party Polly and her little brother 
got me. They threw a blanket over my head and kept 
tickling until I was small. After that I spent the next 
few hours trying to stay afloat in their bathtub. Had a 
dicey moment when Polly pulled the plug. 

"Then there was the delightful time I had with Mary's 
brother. He tied her up after I was shrunk and I had to 
recite lines from 'Peter Pan'. Two weeks later I was 
babysitting Danielle. She crawled under the couch and 
slapped two handcuffs on my ankles. Once I was small I 
spent an hour behind her radiator finding her lucky 
necklace, as well as two dollars in change, five baseball 
cards and a nice mouse named Jerry."

"Did he say anything?" Helga asked.

"I was making the last part up." Elvira told her.

"Shouldn't do that."

"Over the past few months nearly every kid in town has 
tried to shrink me." Elvira said, ignoring her. "A few 
have tried to take pictures too. Mary taped me down on 
her scanner and I was nearly sent out on the Internet. 
All I need is for some kid to give his parents proof 
and..." she paused, searching for the consequences. "Well 
I don't know, but I don't want it to happen."

"Have you grown overly large at all?" Jeremy asked.

"Once." Elvira said, blushing again.

The only sound for a moment was the hum of the computer 
and the gurgle of chemicals.

"Oh all right." Elvira said, giving way to the 
inevitable. "Teddy and I were making out after practice, 
we got a little hot and the next thing I know I'm giganta 
again."

"He must have been very surprised." Jeremy said.

"Not really. We were under a tree and when I grew I 
slammed him into it, knocked him out. By the time he came 
too I'd gotten myself back to normal size. Lucky we were 
near the practice rink so I had a spare set of cloths."

"How did you manage to tickle yourself into shrinking 
again?" Helga asked.

"Held my feet over a floor buffer set on low."

"Inventive." Jeremy said. "How far did he get before you 
grew?"

"What?"

Jeremy leaned back, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Well were you actually..."

"He was just feeling me up." Elvira exclaimed. "One hand 
on my breast. Satisfied?"

"Left or right?"

"Hand?"

"Breast."

"Right."

"There is a pattern." Jeremy's fingers flew over the 
keyboard and the display changed to a different molecule. 
"What we have here is two distinct reactions to two 
separate stimuli. Possibly because you were exposed to 
two different forms of the serum. I think I can solve the 
problem, but I'll have to do some test."

"Should I get some samples?" Helga asked, holding up a 
pair of pliers and hedge clippers.

"No, for this we'll have to use the table."

"Not that I'm going to like the answer to this," Elvira 
said, "but what table?"

Jeremy operated a control and part of the floor in the 
center of the lab dropped away, taking a table full of 
experiments with it. There was a pause and then a new 
table rose from the floor. It was ten feet long, with a 
universal ball joint for a base. A slight humanoid 
depression lay in the center. Though big enough for a 
normal human, metal polls for arms and legs extended from 
the side. The gleaming chrome and black metal seemed to 
stare at her.

"Just take your cloths off and lay down." Jeremy said. 
"We'll do the rest."

"Trust us." Helga said.

Brother and sister smiled at her.

{Will Elvira be cured? Once they get her onto the table 
will they even try? Stay tuned.]




***********


Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode seven: The Return of Uncle Frank


Returning to Clarion Mansion to seek a cure for her 
tickle/orgasmic induced shrinking and growing, Elvira is 
now faced with the table. 

(c)1998 by Skytower

 

"I can't believe I'm doing this." Elvira said, kicking 
off her sneakers. She was in the Lab, a converted cellar 
(dungeons more like it, she thought) in Clarion Mansion. 
Around her the regular lab noises continued. Chemicals 
simmered and boiled various gears and levers ground their 
way through eternity. In front of her was a large table, 
mounted on a universal ball joint. Unbuckling her belt 
the babysitter pulled down her pants and handed them to 
Helga.

"To solve a problem you need data." Jeremy said, sitting 
at a large computer console. His cherubic face was 
completely serious, though his green eyes seemed to 
crackle as Elvira pulled her sweater over her head. 
Underneath it she wore a blue one-piece teddy with lace 
edging. It showed off a slight figure, with wide hips and 
small breast. Handing her cloths to Helga the young girl 
jumped onto the table.

"That's it?" Helga asked.

"That's all this time." Elvira said, lying back.

"Why the modesty?" Jeremy asked, starting to work with 
the computer. "We've seen you naked before. In fact we've 
wrestled while you were naked."

"So live with the memory."

"Very well."

There was a slight whirring sound and a metal ball 
descended from the shadows. Elvira swore and launched 
herself from the table. 

"What's wrong?" Helga asked. "Is the table cold?"

"What the hells that?"

"It's a sensor array." Jeremy said.

"Oh." Elvira looked at the ball. It was about two feet in 
diameter, with nearly a thousand (or so it seemed) 
antenna of various shapes and sizes. "It looks like the 
thing Darth Vader used to torture Princess Leia."

"It's quite harmless." Jeremy said.

I've heard that before, Elvira thought. Unconvinced she 
got on the table and laid back.

"Beginning scan." Jeremy announced. "I'll activate the 
remote viewer so you can see."

A screen in the shadows above the table came to life and 
Elvira saw herself. Slowly it changed, first showing her, 
then showing her muscles, organs, bones and finally 
reversing itself.

"Nothing."

"Unless you count the pizza she had for lunch." Helga 
pointed out. "I can't believe you had garlic, mushroom, 
pepperoni and anchovies."

So sayeth the ghoulish gormea, Elvira thought.

"Let us think this through." Jeremy said, leaning back. 
"Elvira, can you remember exactly where the first 
shrinking potion hit your body?"

"Right here." Elvira ran her hand across her chest. "When 
you shot me with the super soaker." 

The young scientist adjusted a control and the ball 
dropped lower. On the screen Elvira's breast tripled in 
size, then turned transparent.

"Still nothing."

"Try cellular resolution." Helga suggested.

Jeremy adjusted again and the view of Elvira's breast 
zoomed in until the skin seemed to part and layers of 
skin, crisscrossed with light hair could be seen. Then 
the hair vanished and the view became one of overlapping 
layers of round translucent ovals. The image was fuzzy, 
slightly out of focus. For a few minutes they said 
nothing as he re-adjusted the controls. 

"You'll have to take the underwear off." Jeremy said, 
finally. "The scanner can't handled the fabric."

Sighing with frustration Elvira reached up and pulled the 
top of her teddy down. Her breast broke free, the 
accentuated nipples stiffening in the cool air of the 
lab.

The change in the scan was immediate, and to the 
babysitter meaningless. It was clear, but Elvira had no 
idea what she was looking at.

"Still nothing." Jeremy said.

"No." Helga adjusted the scanner and it moved until it 
was focused on a small sac. "Check out the spectrum on 
the sweat gland."

"Your right." Jeremy once again adjusted the scan. Soon 
the image of a small machine could be seen hanging on the 
gland.

"What the hell is that thing?" Elvira asked, sitting up.

"A nanite." Helga said.

"A small..."

"Yea I know, I saw that Star Trek episode. How the hell 
did it get into me?"

"It was in the potion." Jeremy said. "That's how the 
growth and shrinking effects work. The nanites generate a 
field that compresses or expands you body structure."

"I thought it was magic."

"The second potion was magic." Jeremy said. "Unstable if 
you'll remember. I abandoned it when I was unable to 
stabilize the side effects."

"What side effects?"

"Increased sexual appetite, slight weight loss and a 
desire to rule the world. You haven't had any of those 
have you?"

"Not yet." Exasperated Elvira lay back down. Growing and 
shrinking had been enough to handle what if she suddenly 
wanted to take over the world? What would she do with it 
if she got it? 

"The first potion was just a carrier for the nanites. I 
realized that in a liquid carrier they could go through 
clothing and soak into the skin. But they should have 
deactivated after the first few days."

"They? How many of these things are in me?" 

"I'll have to scan to see." Jeremy said. "And I will have 
to do it without interference."

"Oh hell." Elvira said, pulling the rest of her teddy off 
she dropped it on the floor. Completely naked she closed 
her eyes and willed them not to say anything. I wonder if 
centerfolds feel this way, she thought.

"Same as before." Jeremy remarked, starting to tap out 
commands on the keyboard.

"No, she's had a trim since then." Helga said.

Why didn't I let Aunt Petunia eat me when I had the 
chance, Elvira wondered? She shuddered as she thought of 
a thousand little machines inhabiting her body. 

Suddenly metal straps erupted from the table. They 
encircled her ankles, knees, waste and wrist.

"Hey!" Elvira shouted, struggling. For a few moments she 
strained every muscle in her body, but remained trapped.

"I need you to keep still." Jeremy said.

"Besides it's more fun this way." Helga added. "It lives 
up to the image.

"Perverted twins." Elvira muttered.

"Yes." A voice from nowhere said. "Aren't they?"

"Huh?"

Suddenly Helga stiffened, and a white cloth out of the 
blue appeared around her face. She struggled, but in a 
few moments was unconscious.

"Uncle Frank!" Jeremy shouted. Before he could do 
anything the white cloth appeared around his face.

"Let me out of this thing!" Elvira screeched.

But it was too late. Jeremy and Helga were slumped on the 
floor, completely out. She lay on the table helpless, 
looking around desperately for any sign of the Invisible 
Tickler. There was nothing not a sound. Something light 
brushed across the soul of her feet. Elvira laughed, 
despite her efforts. Nothing happened for a few moments 
and she braced herself, tightening every muscle. 
Something tickled under her arms, at the same time 
something started to brush lightly across her left 
nipple. For a minute Elvira was able to keep control, 
then she burst out laughing.

"Receptive as always." Uncle Frank said, keeping up the 
stimulation. "But this is hardly the perfect place." The 
white cloth appeared and Elvira laughed her way to sleep.

*

Elvira woke up struggling like a fish in a net. Like 
coming out of a nightmare she willed her limbs to move, 
but they were held in place. Opening her eyes the 
babysitter realized she was in her room. Lying on her 
large four poster bed. Elvira looked around, but saw 
nothing.

"What am I looking for, " she muttered, "he's invisible."

"Are you awake?" A voice from somewhere near he stomach 
asked.

"Yea, wide awake."

"Good."

Suddenly Elvira started to move. She sat up, her body 
responding to commands other than her own. Elvira looked 
down and saw that she was in some sort of leather 
harness. Straps were around her body at the wrist, 
elbows, waste and legs.

"I shall alert Uncle Frank."

"Ok. " Was the voice asking her or telling her?

Stiffly she moved across the room to a silken cord that 
hung next to the door. Elvira's arm reached up, her hand 
took the cord and pulled. Then the hand released the cord 
and suddenly she could move freely. Quickly she moved her 
hands to the buckles, only to have her fingers refuse to 
move when they got to them.

"Sorry, but I can't let you release yourself," the voice 
said. "but I can allow a small amount of self commanded 
movement."

"Who are you?"

"I am Benny, your bondage suit." The voice was chipper, 
friendly, almost Disney like.

"Oh."

"If you'd like to take a good look we can go in and see 
us in the bathroom mirror."

"Sure."

Wonderful thing about shrinking a lot, Elvira pondered as 
her body walked, through no will of hers, into the 
bathroom, it makes ya hard to rattle. What she saw in the 
bathroom mirror rattled her anyway.

She was still naked, but that she knew. Encircling her 
arms and legs were small leather straps, interconnected 
by a network of thinner strips of leather. The straps 
formed a cone around each of her breast, and covering the 
nipples were two glass eyes. Directly below her breast 
was a large leather patch. On the patch were a nose and a 
mouth. Every strap in the suit met at the patch. Around 
her throat a small ball hung loosely.

One of the glass eyes winked at her.

"Benny." she said, her voice completely numb.

"How do you do. I hope to make your captivity as pleasant 
as possible. In me you have the ultimate in bondage gear, 
polite, flexible, and completely escape proof. You are 
utterly helpless in my grasp.

"Yea!" Elvira gave a mock cheer. Benny was every 
telephone sales person she had ever talked to. He made it 
sound so natural, so right, that she be his(?) prisoner.

"I also think I enhance your appearance, since I am 
designed to make breast look bigger, leg muscles more 
firm and slim your hips."

Elvira was about to respond, though she had no idea what 
she was going to say, when another voice was heard.

"Benny." Uncle Frank called. Instantly Elvira found 
herself walking back into the bedroom. A small pushcart 
was waiting by the bed. Above it a small feather hung in 
mid air.

"Just set her down on the bed." Frank said. His voice 
held a slight tremor a lilt that nearly broke through 
every few seconds.

Elvira was moved to the bed and forced to lay down. Uncle 
Frank took hold of her ankles and moved them over the 
edge. Then a strange contraption was pulled out of the 
cart. It was a small wood frame, with two rings in the 
center that fit over her ankles. From the frame ten small 
cords hung, at the end of each was a woven fabric tube. 
Uncle Frank attached each of the tubes to one of Elvira's 
toes. 

It was when he pulled them taunt that she realized they 
were miniature Chinese finger traps. He adjusted a knob 
on the frame and her toes her pulled up and away from 
each other. A small bar with two rings was attached to 
either of her big toes, holding them apart and rigid. The 
babysitter swallowed as she realized how vulnerable her 
feet were. The next thing to come out of the tray 
confused her. It was a portable tape player. Uncle Frank 
put it on the floor and then produced a large feather.

"Let's warm up a little shall we."

The feather glided across the soul of her foot and Elvira 
started to giggle. He kept this up for a few minutes, 
then moved on. When he started to tickle the space 
between her toes Elvira nearly jumped off

the bed, despite Benny. She had never realized how 
ticklish she was there. It only took a few strokes of the 
feather for her to laugh so hard tears come to her eyes. 
Uncle Frank pulled back and let her laughter play itself 
out. 

"I think we're ready." he said.

They were both surprised when the doorbell rang.

"Who would dare interrupt me now?" Uncle Frank raved. 
"Are you expecting anyone?"

"Are you kidding? I tell all my friends to stay away from 
this place."

"Well we shall soon see. Benny, a gag if you please."

Before Elvira could react the ball that hung around her 
throat stuffed itself into her mouth.

"Whammmmph!" was all she managed to get out.

"Now to deal with the interloper."

Please let it be a swat team, Elvira prayed.

End.

{Our heroine is helpless, what could be worse? Who could 
be at the door? She'll find out soon}

 


****************



Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode one: Stereo Tickling

By Skytower 



Having returned to Clarion Mansion to find a cure for her 
orgasmicly induced shrinking and growing, Elvira now 
finds herself a captive of Uncle Frank, the Invisible 
Tickler. Now, strapped into Benny the Bondage Suit, her 
feet in the tickling frame, Elvira waits for the tickle 
torture to begin.

(c)1998 by Skytower

 

The room was old, grand in feeling and style. It was the 
type of room that an Edwardian lady might have occupied. 
Large bay windows framed the night sky. High ceilings 
with elaborate moldings added elegance. There was a 
dresser and wardrobe, both of the best New England oak. A 
large four-post bed stood in the center of the room. Also 
of oak it was canopied and in another era was the place a 
dignified lady might have talked with her maid. 

Elvira Peterson had never had a maid, and seldom in her 
life had she been called a lady. But even less in her 
life had she been in the position she was in. She lay 
nude on the bed. Trapped by the collection of leather 
straps that was Benny the Bondage suit. 

Benny, a cheerful, perky suit as bondage suits go, had 
complete control over the babysitter's movements. His 
nose and mouth rested over her belly button, his eyes 
toped the conical straps that encased her breast. Her 
feet were further trapped in a tickling frame, the toes 
held apart by an ingenious use of Chinese finger traps. 
She shifted a little bit, trying to get comfortable. 

Elvira was a little over five feet tall, with a slim 
figure. She had wide hips and small but full breast. A 
ball gag was stuffed into her mouth, making her nose look 
a little larger than normal. Unable to move her body, 
Elvira's brown eyes traveled about the room. It had been 
ten minutes since Uncle Frank, the invisible tickler, had 
gone to see who was at the front door. Ten minutes of 
sheer torture for the young babysitter. 

Sooner or later he was going to come back, and the 
tickling would start again. Like all unpleasant 
experiences it was the anticipation that was hardest to 
endure.

If I could just masturbate, she thought.

For anyone else the wish wouldn't have made sense, but 
for Elvira sexual ecstasy was a way of escape. Exposed to 
an unstable shrinking potion Elvira could now shrink, 
when she was tickled enough, or grow if she was 
experiencing an orgasm. Shrinking would put her even more 
at Uncle Frank's mercy, if that were possible. Growing 
would free her, though it might destroy Benny.

Elvira heard a sound from the hallway and watched as the 
door was thrown open. A young woman wearing a bright 
flower pattern dress, brown boots, and a fur parka 
floated into the room. She presented

a comical sight, flailing away in mid-air at the unseen 
Uncle.

"Elvira!" she called.

Mindy, Elvira thought. Just perfect, it would have to be 
her. Not that she didn't like Mindy. Mindy McConnel was 
her best friend. A talented artist and pretty good 
goaltender, the young blonde had the one attribute that 
made her the worst person to show up at Clarion Mansion. 
She was very ticklish. That fact was proven over the next 
few minutes as the battle continued. Mindy's parka was 
torn off, revealing a brown turtle neck sweater. 

The young girl was going crazy, shouting for Elvira's 
help while flailing away at her unseen assailant. Then 
Elvira saw something pulled out of Uncle Frank's cart. It 
was stuffed down the back of Mindy's sweater and 
instantly she went berserk trying to get at it. 
Screeching she put both hands behind her back, where a 
pair of manacles soon trapped them. She was then tripped 
to the bed where her boots were pulled off and her feet 
tied to the bedpost.

"Lot of help you were!" Mindy swore, struggling.

"It's not her fault." Benny the Bondage suit said. The 
sight of a talking belt buckle stunned the blonde into 
silence. "You see as long as she is wearing me I can 
control her movements."

"What the hell..."

"It's true my dear." Uncle Frank said. "But now that you 
no longer need to be warned I can allow her to talk. 
Benny, un-gag her."

The ball gag popped out of Elvira's mouth.

"Elvira what's going on?"

"We've been captured by Uncle Frank, who is invisible and 
loves to tickle people."

"Oh."

The expression on Mindy's face, her normally calm hazel 
eyes wild with fright was a surprise to Elvira. Mindy had 
always been the calmest when faced with danger. Neither 
drug dealers nor aliens had phased her that much. She 
drew her full lips into a tight line, the perfect nose 
flared with excitement.

"Tickle?" she asked.

"Yup." Elvira realized why her friend was scared. One of 
Mindy's ankles was untied and pulled even with Elvira's. 
Then it was tied securely and the other one was untied 
and retied in the same position.

"This is not happening." Mindy said, her voice trembling.

"Haven't I told everyone never to come on one of my 
babysitting jobs?" Elvira asked. "What are you doing 
here?"

"I thought you could use the help." Mindy protested. "And 
besides...HEY!"

Uncle Frank ignored her protest and pulled her sweater up 
under her arms, revealing her bra. Then the bra itself 
was push up and Mindy's breasts were freed.

"Pervert!" she shouted squirming in her bonds.

"Pervert?" Uncle Frank asked sounding hurt.

"She didn't mean it." Elvira said. "Tell him you didn't 
mean it."

"The hell I didn't."

A feather floated up out of Uncle Frank's cart and 
started to stroke the sole of her foot. Mindy had no 
defense she started to laugh.

"Pervert?" Uncle Frank asked again his voice cold.

"She meant fun guy."

"Friendly." Mindy gasped out between laughs.

"Inventive." Elvira shouted.

That did the trick and the feather was removed.

"Word of advice," Elvira said as her friend caught her 
breath, "don't insult the guy who has you tied up."

Mindy nodded, her chest heaving up and down. Elvira could 
sympathize with her reaction. Mindy was a bit sensitive 
about her breast. They were extra large, somewhat 
conically shaped, with huge red aureoles. Despite all her 
exercising they were not firm and tended to flop around 
when she moved. That they were in proportion with the 
rest of her body, Mindy was tall and well built thanks to 
hours in the gym, was something most people ignored. Many 
times Mindy had complained to Elvira that people didn't 
see her, just two large breasts with legs. 

"I thought you could use the help." Mindy said again.

"I warned you about this place."

"You never warned me about him!"

"What was I gonna do, tell you an invisible guy was 
running around tickling people?"

"All you said was some weird kids drugged you and..."

"Ladies." Uncle Frank interrupted. It was said gently but 
it got their attention. "If you don't stop arguing I'll 
gag you both. Now Mindy I think you took your friends 
wishes too lightly. Elvira I think you should have told 
her the entire story."

"Not everything."

"Everything, including your little fling with Petunia."

"Petunia?"

"She can tell you later." Uncle Frank said. From the cart 
he produced another tickling device. This one was a 
straight bar, supporting to hollow cones near it's 
center. A strap was attached to the cones. From the end 
of each bar a smaller bar ran perpendicular, with a small 
brush attached. A set of gears ran from each brush up to 
the main bar, connecting to a longer bar that reached to 
the end of the bed. "Suffice it to say that I am not the 
only one in this mansion who likes to tickle."

"You are now." Elvira said. "The kids told me that Aunt 
Petunia's in some special home."

"And you believed them?"

"Oh no."

"Who's Aunt Petunia?" Mindy asked.

"She's a half human, half spider, lesbian maniac who 
nearly ate Jeremy and Helga."

"What?"

"She was their babysitter before Elvira." Uncle Frank 
explained, setting the device on Mindy's chest. "Helga 
mutated her into a half spider, and Master Jeremy shrunk 
her to the size of an insect." Running the straps around 
her back he secured the device to her chest. The 
invisible uncle then pulled the long bar back and forth. 
The brushes rotated stroking Mindy's sides. In response 
she giggled.

"Perfect." he announced.

"A masterpiece." Elvira agreed.

"And this Petunia thing is still around?"

"It's not something you have to worry about." Elvira 
said. "She's only about five inches tall."

"What a relief."

"Tell me girls," Uncle Frank reached over and turned on 
the tape machine, "have you ever been intrigued by the 
musical possibilities of tickling?"

The opening cords of; "Rock around the clock" began to 
play. And so did Uncle Frank.

Even while she was laughing harder than she had ever 
laughed before, Elvira couldn't help but be impressed by 
his skill. Mindy and herself were both kept laughing in 
perfect time to the music. In fact somehow Uncle Frank 
seemed to know how to tweak Mindy more during the low 
notes, taking advantage of her deep throaty laugh. The 
direct contrast was Elvira's own high-pitched combination 
of cackle and shriek, perfect for the high notes. 

Through "Rock around the clock", "We are the Champions" 
and a classical piece Elvira had no hope of identifying, 
Uncle Frank kept them laughing. Laughing, but not to the 
point where Elvira could shrink. She was amazed at his 
skill level, always keeping them just on the edge, but 
pulling back. 

Finally he paused to put a new tape in the machine. 
Elvira and Mindy lay on the bed covered in sweat and 
gasping for breath. Exhausted. Even so the babysitter 
managed to cry out as she recognized the

new tune. Mindy knew it as well and both girls shuddered 
as the sounds of the 1812 overture began to fill the 
room.

There was no stopping it this time. Elvira laughed so 
hard, so long that she could feel the bed beneath them 
shake. Just as the overture reached it's crescendo she 
shrunk.

"Thank you Jeremy." Elvira whispered, getting her breath 
back. Getting unsteadily to her feet Elvira realized the 
music had stopped. There was no movement in the room save 
for the sound of Mindy gasping for breath.

"Elvira?" Mindy called. "Where are you?"

"Down here." she replied, starting the climb the tickling 
harness around Mindy's chest. She reached the top and 
balanced her self between her friend's breast. There was 
no sign of Uncle Frank.

"Wow!" Mindy let out the word in one long sigh of 
amazement.

"This is why I didn't want you to come." Elvira said.

"Your little sister wasn't telling a story."

"Nope. This is me, the amazing shrinking babysitter."

"How does it feel?"

"How the hell do you think if feels?" Elvira snapped, 
sitting down she lay back against Mindy's right breast. 
"It feels small."

"Well, can you... I mean are you stuck..."

"No, I can grow again." Elvira stood up. "But first 
things first, let me see if I can get you out of this 
thing."

"What happened to Uncle Frank?"

"He's been immobilized." Jeremy said, appearing from 
nowhere. Beside him Helga blinked into existence as well. 
"Thankfully I was able to get my new teleporter working 
and he's down in the dungeon. Mother can deal with him 
when she gets home."

"Teleporter?" Mindy echoed.

"Mindy this is Jeremy and Helga Carrion. Jeremy, Helga, 
this is Mindy McConnel."

"Hello." Helga said.

"Impressive chest." Jeremy said by way of greeting. 
Reaching over he picked up Elvira and put her on the edge 
of the bed. Then he started to undo Uncle Frank's 
tickling device. At the same time Helga untied Mindy's 
legs.

"Watch the hands." Mindy protested as the device was 
lifted off of her chest.

"Don't push your luck Mindy." Elvira called. "Your hands 
are still tied.

"No need to worry." Jeremy said, freeing her hands. "A 
single instance of touch and sight is enough to satisfy 
me."

"Sorry." Mindy said, though she immediately fixed her bra 
and shirt.

"Was there any change in the shrinking experience this 
time?" Jeremy asked, turning to Elvira.

"It was a little faster." Elvira said.

"Here." Helga said, handing Mindy a glass. "You must be 
thirsty after all that laughing."

"Thanks." Mindy said, taking the glass.

"Your no smaller." Jeremy observed, looking at her 
closely.

"No." Elvira replied. There was something wrong though, 
something... For a few moments her mind refused to work. 
Then she saw Mindy's throat move as she swallowed the 
drink.

"Mindy no!" she shouted.

"Huh?" her friend finished the glass and handed it to 
Helga. "What do you..."

Her voice faltered and a strange look came over her face. 
Mindy's body trembled as the potion took hold. 

 

{But what potion did Helga give her? Is Mindy doomed to 
the same microscopic existence as Elvira? Only time will 
tell. A lot of time as I have things to do.}


**************


Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode nine: Interlude

By Skytower 



Elvira Peterson and her best friend Mindy McConnell have 
just been freed from Uncle Frank's tickling machine. 
Uncle Frank, an invisible fellow who loves to tickle, had 
been practicing his musical tickling and had just 
finished the 1812 overture when he was teleported away. 
Moments later Jeremy and Helga Carrion appear in the 
room, Jeremy explained that he had a new teleporter that 
whisked Uncle Frank away. He picks up a now miniaturized 
Elvira (when tickled into an orgasm Elvira shrinks) and 
puts her on the edge of the bed while Helga has frees 
Mindy. Helga then hands Mindy a drink...

(c)1999 Skytower


"Here." Helga said, handing Mindy a glass. "You must be 
thirsty after all that laughing."

"Thanks." Mindy said, taking the glass.

"Your no smaller." Jeremy observed, looking at Elvira 
closely. "No visible mutations."

"No." Elvira replied. She still had the same body, small 
breast, wide hips and brown hair. There was something 
wrong though, something... For a few moments her mind 
refused to work. Then she saw

Mindy's throat move as she swallowed the drink.

"Mindy no!" she shouted.

"Huh?" her friend finished the glass and handed it to 
Helga. "What do you..."

Her voice faltered and a strange look came over her face. 
Mindy's body trembled as the potion took hold. For a 
moment her body glowed with a violet hue. Then she 
started to shrink. Elvira had never watched anyone 
shrink, but after being shrunk many times herself she 
could guess what Mindy was going through. First you get 
hot, then suddenly chilly. Then your cloths (if you're 
wearing any) get loose. The cloths get looser and 
suddenly a lot heavier. Without warning your thrust 
inside a circus tent that's collapsing.

Then it's over and you feel lightheaded.

"Help!" Mindy's voice, normally calm and even, now high 
pitched and hysterical penetrated her cloths. The 
flowered skirt she was wearing showed her progress as she 
plowed her way to the waist. When she burst out of the 
skirt Mindy kept on going. Elvira watched in complete 
amazement as her friend flew straight up using brand new 
wings. 

Mindy was normally a tall blonde with a great figure, now 
she still had the figure, but it was a lot smaller. Wings 
beating furiously, blonde hair scattering in the wind 
like lightning Mindy flew straight up.

And up, and up and up. Only the ceiling stopped the newly 
born fairy. With a sickening thud she slammed into it, 
then spiraled down.

"I got her!" Jeremy shouted, jumping on the bed.

"No I got her!" Helga shouted, also jumping on the bed. 
"She's my experiment!" Elvira gave a shout of her own as 
she desperately tried to get off the bed before either of 
the twins stepped or fell on her. 

Running across a bed when you're only a few inches tall 
is like running across a trampoline. She had almost made 
it to the relative safety of the pillows when Mindy's 
scream caused her to look back. Elvira half turned in 
time to see Mindy miss Jeremy and Helga altogether and 
come straight toward her. 

At the last second Elvira braced herself, her toes 
digging into the sheets. Waving her arms frantically 
Mindy hit her friend in the stomach. The mutated girls 
momentum picked Elvira up and pushed her over the edge of 
the bed. Elvira tried to hang on while they fell, but 
lost her grip. She landed on a pillow that had been 
knocked onto the floor. A second later Mindy landed on 
top of her.

"Good tackle." Elvira muttered, trying to get her breath 
back. 

"Good catch." Jeremy remarked as he picked up the pillow 
and put it on the bed.

Growling Elvira rolled her friend off of her and 
struggled to her feet.

"Helga what the hell did you give her?"

"My sorcery project, the one from the lab."

"Why?" Elvira nearly shrieked.

"Well Jeremy experimented on you." Helga said, as if that 
explained everything.

Elvira took a deep breath, sputtered for a moment and 
then took another one.

"So?" she finally asked.

"Well it was my turn." 

Mindy moaned as she sat up, distracting Elvira from the 
string of profanities she was about to launch.

"I had to test it on Someone."

"El....?"

"Calm down." Elvira said, helping her sit up.

"Why, what...?"

Mindy trailed off as she looked around, her eyes taking 
it all in. Slowly she stood.

"Welcome to my world."

"I'm shrunk?" 

"You're not just shrunk." Helga said, bending down to 
look at her. "My potion caused a full body change 
complete with natural flying instinct."

"Flying?" Mindy asked. Her wings vibrated as she spoke. 
Dumbfounded the young girl looked at the dragonfly type 
wings, then raised them, and then lowered them again. She 
looked at her hands, and for the first time Elvira 
realized that both Mindy's hands and feet had been 
changed as well. The fingers and toes were each longer 
now and each had more joints than before.

"You should also have some sort of radar for night 
flying." Helga said. "But I guess the antenna grow 
later."

"Antennae." Jeremy corrected her.

"They were for extra credit."

"Wow." Mindy said, flapping her wings. Slowly she rose 
into the air and hovered. "This is so cool!"

"Whoa girl." Elvira said, grabbing Mindy's legs she 
pulled her friend down to the pillow. Another thing she 
noted was that Mindy's breast, though still large, didn't 
flop around as they used too. "Come down to Earth for a 
minute. Don't you realize that to every spider on the 
planet you're a full course dinner? A banquet even!"

"I'm not dumb enough to get caught in a web." Mindy said, 
ascending again. She started to fly around the room. "El 
this is great!"

"Oh yea. Whoopee."

For the next few minutes Elvira, Jeremy and Helga watched 
as Mind tested out her new wings. Elvira tried to control 
her jealousy, remembering how she had had to run, climb 
and scamper when she had first been shrunk. But then 
Mindy was the one who watched Babylon 5, read fantasy and 
generally liked that sort of thing. Mindy had always told 
Elvira that her fondest wish was to get abducted by 
aliens. Again.

"Good control." Jeremy said.

"I worked on it a lot, didn't want her crashing into a 
fan or something."

"Great." Elvira said, sitting down on the pillow. "She's 
a A and I'm a D +."

"She was exposed to the correct dosage," Jeremy said, a 
hurt tone to his voice, "not an unstable potion."

"Sorry." Elvira said.

Mindy let out a low moan and suddenly came down in a 
strong spiral, crashing into the pillow, a pained look on 
her face.

"They hurt." she said. "My wings hurt!"

"You flew too hard." Helga said. "They are only a few 
minutes old you know."

"But my breast hurt too." the girl said, hugging her 
chest.

"Well I had to put the muscles for your wings somewhere." 
Mindy's jaw dropped and she slowly felt her breast, her 
fingers kneading them. Then she looked in amazement at 
her new fingers. "Most of your internal organs were 
indispensable, but your breast were pretty much wasted 
space."

"Clever." Jeremy said. "Did you strengthen the rib cage 
as well?"

"Redesigned it completely." Helga said.

"What did you do to me?" Mindy screamed she would have 
charged them if Elvira hadn't held her back. 

"You seemed happy a moment ago." Jeremy said.

"Yea... Well..."

"Enough!" Elvira said, her voice silencing them all. "Ok 
Helga you've got an A on the project. Now where's the 
antidote?"

Helga's reply was not unexpected on Elvira's part, but it 
caused Mindy to faint.

"What antidote?"

"Strange girl." Jeremy said, putting Mindy down on the 
table beside Elvira. They were in the lab, Mindy still 
out cold. "Does she faint often?"

"Only when she gets mutated."

"The proper word is transformed." Helga said, opening a 
notebook. 

"Sorry." Elvira sighed wondering how many other 
babysitters went through this sort of thing. At her feet 
Mindy moaned. "Get some water huh guys."

"Goaltender interference!" Mindy cursed, slowly opening 
her eyes. It was what she usually said after a bad game, 
or if she was feeling lousy. Once she had yelled it at a 
geometry teacher after he gave her

a failing grade. In the next instant her eyes opened 
wide.

"Like I said before, welcome to my world."

"Funny." Mindy said, standing up. She looked around. The 
lab was in one of the basements of the Carrion Mansion. 
Elvira suspected it had once been a dungeon, even though 
turn of the century Victorian mansions didn't have 
dungeons. Large stone blocks held up a vaulted ceiling. 
Harsh fluorescent work lights, making the shadows gray, 
yet still deep and threatening lighted the room. Tables 
with bubbling chemicals or strange looking scientific 
instruments filled the room.

"Aren't there any cloths in your world?" Mindy asked, 
covering herself as best she could with her hands. She 
jumped as her wings folded around from her back. 
Instantly the wings snapped back to their normal 
position.

"Here you go." Jeremy said, putting a glass of water in 
front of them. The glass was normal sized.

"Cute." Elvira said.

"What am I supposed to do, bathe in it?" Mindy asked.

"You're not handling this well." Jeremy said. "Elvira was 
a lot calmer."

"I'd been softened up by the magic feather." Elvira said, 
leaning against a large book."

"Elvira don't joke." Mindy demanded. "I hate it when you 
joke in these situations. Bad enough that you get me 
tickled for hours, then..."

"I got you tickled? Me?"

"You could have warned me about this place."

"I did warn you!"

"Excuse me." Helga asked coming over to them, notebook in 
hand. She had thrown a lab coat over her jumper. Jeremy 
shrugged and walked away.

"Like hell you warned me!" Mindy shouted. "All you said 
was: "their weird"."

"Excuse me." Helga asked again.

"Nowhere in your statement were the words: "shrink", with 
each word Mindy started to poke her friend, "tickle" poke 
"mutate", she spread both her arms wide "or naked!"

"I told you." Elvira said, poking her back. "I said: 
"Dangerous" poke "insane" poke "chest happy!" with the 
last word she hit both of Mindy's breast with her palms.

With an enraged growl the two shrunken girls charged each 
other, only to be picked up by Helga and dropped into the 
glass of water. They sank, then climbed sputtering to the 
surface, glaring at her.

"Do you two really think that fighting is constructive?"

"Shut up and give me the antidote." Mindy snapped, 
climbing out of the glass. Elvira stayed in, resting her 
arms on the side. 

Some things, she reflected silently, Mindy would just 
have to learn for herself.

With a hurt look on her face Helga turned and stomped 
away from the table.

"What's with her?" Mindy asked.

"You shouted at her." Elvira said.

"I shouted at her? She turns me into Tinkerbelle and I 
don't get to shout at her?"

"Not as long as she has the antidote and you don't." 
Elvira leaned back and put her hands behind her head. 
"Didn't calling Uncle Frank names teach you anything?"

"Your enjoying this aren't you?"

"Yea." As a matter of fact she was. Elvira wasn't sure 
why, but for some reason having her best friend shrunk as 
well made her own predicament more acceptable. "It's nice 
to know I'm not the only one they can mutate."

"Transform." Helga called over to them.

"Whatever. Hey Jeremy." Elvira called. "How about a 
towel?"

"I have more than that." Jeremy said. Walking over to the 
table he reached down and pulled out a bag. "When we 
learned that you were coming Mother insisted I buy you 
this just in case." Reaching into the bag he pulled out a 
Malibu Stacy outfit. "I picked this up at a yard sale."

"The seventies live." Elvira said, crawling out of the 
glass. The outfit was the right height, but the style 
evoked images of Marcia Brady. White blouse with puffy 
long sleeves, short skirt with wide white leather belt 
and white go-go boots. Still it was something. Jeremy put 
a dry washcloth on the table and watched as the 
babysitter dried herself.

"It doesn't bother you that he's watching?" Mindy asked, 
exasperation creeping into her voice. She had crossed her 
arms in front of her chest.

"You get shrunk and stripped enough times you get used to 
it." Elvira replied, struggling into the skirt. There was 
no underwear, but she could live with that. "Besides he's 
staring at you."

"She's right." Jeremy said. "Your form is far more 
pleasing."

"Creep." Mindy started to say but bit the word off 
quickly. Instead she felt herself blushing and suddenly 
her wings wrapped around and covered her. This time they 
stayed. "Do you have any more

outfits?" 

"Sorry but I didn't know you were coming. I only bought 
that one for Elvira because Mother reminded me how loudly 
she complained about not having cloths the last time. I 
suppose you can have them when she grows again."

"I don't want to wait until morning."

"Oh, it shouldn't take her that long." A beeping noise 
from the computer called for his attention and Jeremy 
walked over to it.

"What did he mean by that?"

"It's kinda embarrassing." Elvira said, at last getting 
the go-go boots on.

"When I babysat for Polly she said the effect of the 
shrinking potion wears off after a few hours."

"Yea, well I lied to her." Elvira was silent for a few 
moments, her face turning scarlet. Finally she spoke, 
stumbling over the words. "If I get tickled really hard I 
get an orgasm and shrink. The only way to get big again 
is have another orgasm."

"So she has to masturbate her way to full size." Helga 
said, standing over them with a clipboard. She put a 
ruler next to the stunned Mindy.

"You mean if you want to grow..."

"I've got to make myself very, very happy." Elvira 
snapped.

"Do I have too..."

"Ask her."

"Helga." Mindy asked in her sweetest voice. "Do I have 
to... do what Elvira does to get to full size again?" 

Helga shrugged.

"It's not something I planned on, but if you want you can 
give it a try."

She made a note on the clipboard and walked away.

"I have it!" Jeremy announced.

"The cure?" Elvira asked hopefully.

"No, the reason." Jeremy walked over and picked up her 
up, carrying her to the console. Intrigued Mindy flew 
after them. On the screen was a dizzying myriad of 
scientific equations. "This makes it simple." 

"Clear as glass." Elvira agreed. "Explain it to Mindy 
though, will ya."

Mindy gave Elvira a dirty look as she landed beside her.

"Well my original nanite design was perfect, but I 
included an organic neural processor so they could link 
and feed each other data. That way there would be no 
uneven growth or shrinking. I didn't want your arm to 
stay normal size while the rest of you shrunk." 

Elvira shuddered. Jeremy meanwhile hit a few of the keys 
and the image changed from equations to a diagram of the 
nanite. A small evil looking spider-like machine with the 
letter "J" on it's back. "But the organic part of the 
unstable shrinking potion, I think it was probably the 
bat livers..."

"I soaked in bat livers?"

"Among other things. At any rate the shrinking potion 
mutated the nanites, causing them to link into your 
sexual pleasure center."

"Why there?" Mindy asked.

"Well another one of the ingredients..."

"Never mind." Elvira interrupted. "Get to the cure part."

"I think I can introduce another set of nanites into your 
body to fix the broken ones."

"More nanites?" Elvira said.

"It is the only way."

"Ok." Elvira said abruptly.

"Your gonna let him try?"

"Mindy I have to get this under control. Sooner or later 
some kids gonna tickle me and I won't make it back before 
the parents get home. Then where will I be?"

"Where will you be?" Mindy asked. "Where will WE be?" 

"Your starting to get the idea aren't you?"

"If they can't get me back to normal..." Mindy shuddered 
and went white.

"They can do it." Elvira said. She started to put her arm 
around Mindy's shoulders, but stopped as the wings got in 
the way, and settle for patting her friend on the 
shoulder. "Trust me, this is what they do."

"Alright." Jeremy picked Elvira up and put her in the 
center of a large platform. "I'll use the teleporter to 
get one of the nanites out of you for a moment, then I 
can scan it and program the repair nanite."

"Why not just teleport them all out of me?"

"There are approximately 85000 in your system. Too many 
for the machine to handle."

"85000. Swell. Good thing I don't go through metal 
detectors that often."

"They are not made of metal. Helga, your assistance 
please?"

"What about my cure?" Mindy protested.

"I sent an email to my professor." Helga said, walking 
over to them. "He'll get back to me."

"Activating targeting system." Jeremy said, pushing a 
button.

"Sub-space field ok." Helga said, operating another part 
of the console. Mindy flew up quickly to avoid them. 

This is like being in a dentist chair waiting for the 
novocaine, Elvira thought. She waited tensely for the 
pain to start, wondering if the nanite they were going 
for might rebel at the last minute and explode.

"Targeting locked." Jeremy said. "Teleporting."

Elvira felt her body start to tingle, reminding her of 
the time she'd been stuck in quicksand.

"Trouble." Helga said.

Elvira's heart dropped into her stomach, if there was one 
word she didn't want to hear...

"Interference in the carrier wave." Jeremy said.

He didn't sound worried, but the babysitter knew that 
when Jeremy didn't sound worried it was time for HER to 
worry.

Elvira desperately tried to move or shout but her body 
stayed frozen. The tingling got worse quickly. The room 
around her started to fade in and out like an old movie. 
She could see Helga and Jeremy now desperately working on 
the controls. For a moment the lab snapped back to 
normal, then it vanished altogether.

 

End.


 

Where has Elvira gone? Is she still in one piece? Will 
Mindy ever loose her wings? If not will she have to wear 
a halter for the rest of her life?

Some of these questions might be answered in the next 
chapter.


***************



Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode ten: Right Place, Wrong Time, Wrong Size

By Skytower 



Seeking to find a cure for her unstable growing and 
shrinking Elvira Peterson had gone to the two children 
responsible for her plight, Jeremy and Helga Carrion. 
Jeremy tracked the problem to malfunctioning Nanites that 
were still in Elvira's body. He proposed telleporting one 
of the nanites out, fixing it and then putting it back in 
to fix the others. But just as the telleportation process 
began something went wrong and Elvira, still shrunk, 
vanished.

(c)1998 Skytower


Reality enveloped Elvira with silence. For a moment the 
shrunken babysitter hung suspended in mid-air, then she 
fell. The first thing Elvira did after she got air into 
her lungs was to thrust that air out again, using it as 
power for a full power scream. No sound was heard. Elvira 
hit the floor before she could scream again. She lay 
there for a moment, the breath knocked out of her.

Then something huge and black landed beside her. Panicked 
Elvira ran, bumping into things both solid and soft. For 
one of the few times in her life the young girl new 
nothing but blind terror. It was the fear of a pure 
nightmare, she had to get away, run... hide.

A flash of light froze her in place. She stood staring at 
the skull shaped castle before her. It was a castle from 
her darkest dreams. Ivory white teeth with glowing green 
moss formed the main gate. The stones that made up the 
walls were smooth and dark. So dark they seemed to draw 
her soul into them. 

For a few minutes the babysitter stood perfectly still, 
paralyzed with fear. Gradually her eyes adjusted to the 
dim light. The anxiety faded. A few more flashes of what 
she now realized was lightning lit up the room. The skull 
shaped castle turned out to be a model. She recognized 
it, Castle Death from the TV show Death Whisper (a 
Saturday morning show she watched, (and taped) but always 
denied watching). Elvira realized she was in a girl's 
room. A room for two girls, judging from the two beds and 
toys scattered about. She wasn't alone.

Someone else had teleported in with her. The person was 
too tall and thin to be Jeremy or Helga. In the dim light 
Elvira saw a girl, perhaps her own age, wearing a baggy 
shirt and pleated skirt. At her foot was a bag. The 
unknown girl had stood still for as long as Elvira, but 
now she reached into the bag and pulled out a flashlight. 
It snapped on silently and a beam of light moved across 
the room. Elvira froze as the light hit her. But she was 
wearing a white blouse with long sleeves, short white 
skirt with a wide blue leather belt and white go-go 
boots. It was a leftover Malibu Stacy outfit and it did 
make her look like a doll.

The rest of Elvira was normal looking of course, with 
brown eyes, high forehead and slight but pleasing figure. 
The beam passed over her, moved across the rest of the 
room, revealing little of importance. The girl in the 
skirt shut off the flashlight and put it into the bag. 
Then she took something else out and slowly crept toward 
the sleeping girl. 

Elvira was torn. Should she do something? Did she need to 
do anything? Was there anything she could do? 

The girl in the pleated skirt reached the bed paused for 
a few moments and then punched the sleeping girl in the 
stomach. The sleeping girl awoke, bolting upright. As 
soon as her head left the pillow the girl in the skirt 
slapped something onto it. Elvira couldn't see what it 
was in the dim light, but whatever it was the girl in the 
bed wanted it off. While she struggled with it the girl 
in the skirt grabbed something else from the bag and 
attacked. She charged the bed, only to be met by a nice 
right cross. A flying tackle followed the right cross and 
both girls rolled around the floor tearing at each other. 

Scrambling for cover Elvira ducked into the castle and 
stumbled up the stairs to the second floor. Pushing a Mr. 
Mean doll out of the way she watched the fight. The girl 
who had been sleeping was throwing rights and left like 
crazy, but few of them were connecting. The girl in the 
skirt avoided the blows, skillfully parrying them. Every 
so often she would retaliate with a blow to the stomach. 
Enraged the girl who had been sleeping grabbed a chair 
and raised it over her head. The girl in the skirt ducked 
under the chair and wrapped her opponent in a bear hug. 
The gagged girl broke away from the bear hug, only to 
have a couple of more punches thrown into her stomach. 
She staggered back, only to be grabbed by the hair and 
pulled into the bear hug again.

The amazing thing was Elvira still couldn't hear a thing. 
The two fighters were knocking furniture over, and the 
girl looked like she was making a lot of noise through 
her gag, but the room was as silent as a church. 

The gagged girl broke free from the bear hug but she was 
getting winded. From experience Elvira knew how hard it 
was to fight with a gag. All to soon you ran short of 
breath. The girl in the skirt seemed to know it too. Her 
leg shot out and her foot hit the gagged girl in the 
stomach, doubling her over. The leg shot out again, 
hitting just bellow the knee and the girl fell to the 
floor. The girl in the skirt pushed her down and then 
wrapped both her legs around the gagged girl's waist. 
Then she linked her ankles completing the classic 
scissors hold. Slowly she started to squeeze.

The girl in the nightgown hit back, pounding as best she 
could with her fist, but she was already out of breath. 
It took a few minutes, but like an air mattress with a 
hole in it she sagged, shook then lay still.

Once her victim was helpless the girl in the skirt 
released her. Then she got up and walked over to the 
wall. Light flooded the room as the overhead was turned 
on, giving Elvira her first real look at the combatants. 
The victor was stocky, her shirt at least a size too big 
for her. Her skin was sickly white, and her hands were 
stained with faded yellow. Her hair was dull brown, cut 
short and not cut that well either. It hung on a face 
that was sharply, almost painfully pinched.

A witch in training if there ever was one, Elvira 
decided.

Skirt-girl walked over to the bag and pulled out a small 
cube. She pushed a button on it and immediately sound 
could be heard in the room. Elvira heard the rain falling 
outside, the sound of a radio in the next room.

Man that's something I wish I had, Elvira thought, 
thinking of her sisters Hanson tapes.

The girl on the floor was slimmer than her captor was, 
though it was hard to tell because of the diaphanous 
nightgown she was wearing. She had a pretty face, wide 
eyes, full cheeks and pug nose. The ball gag in her mouth 
gave her a cartoonish look. 

The girl in the skirt started to laugh. It was an obscene 
titter of merriment, a fingernails-on-chalkboard sound 
that caused a chill to run down Elvira's spine.

"The great Marvelous Mary." the girl said, roughly 
rolling Mary onto her stomach. Mary moaned slightly in 
response. "Did you think I wouldn't find you?" Taking 
hold of the sleeves of Mary's nightgown the girl tore 
them off. "Georgia Sylvester is certainly smart enough to 
find the name: "Mary Batton" in a phone book." She said 
the first name as if it was a title, as if the world 
should bow. "Getting your own phone was your undoing."

Mary was slowly waking up, but Elvira doubted she could 
do much good. Georgia pulled both Mary's arms behind her 
back and fitted them into a leather single glove, hooking 
it over her neck. Sitting on Mary's legs the girl laced 
the glove up. Mary was fully awake now, but her squirming 
did more to amuse Georgia than free her. With the single 
glove secured Georgia rolled Mary over and sat on her 
legs. An evil smile lit her face as Mary twisted and 
pulled, completely helpless.

"Like my new toy?" Georgia asked, holding the cube in 
front of her face. "I call it a sound nullifier, it 
deadens sound in a given space." Putting the cube down 
Georgia pulled Mary to her feet and threw her onto the 
bed. "Couldn't have you saying Quantor now could I?"

Why not, Elvira wondered. She didn't really read the 
papers, and living in the mid-west she didn't know much 
of super hero's. She had heard about them of course. 
Every few months it was on the news about one or another 
of them saving the planet. It was often a mystery to 
Elvira why they kept facing the same foes all the time, 
and why they all seemed to love the East Coast so much. 
For that matter Elvira couldn't figure out why everyone 
wanted to rule the planet.

If all the villains who wanted to rule the world would 
fight each other the hero's could take the day off. If 
they really wanted a challenge Elvira declared (on more 
than one occasion) they should try babysitting. She had 
heard of Marvelous Mary. Mindy was a nut about superheros 
and so was Elvira's sister. They would talk sometimes 
about Marvelous Mary the All-American Girl, teen 
heartthrob, example for all.

Well almost all. When her mother had brought Mary 
Marvelous up as a roll model, Elvira pointed out that 
roll models wear pants if they fly not skirts. Underwear 
wasn't supposed to be seen that easily. The argument and 
fight that had resulted was still a legend in the 
Peterson household.

All of this flashed through her mind as Georgia took a 
rope from the bag and tied it around Mary's neck, then to 
the top of the brass bed.

"I wondered," Georgia said, taking a tripod out of the 
bag, "just what I could do to you. I could kill you of 
course, but where's the fun in that." With practiced ease 
she set the tripod up. "I could cut out your vocal cords, 
but that old wizard could probably heal you." She pulled 
a camera out of the bag and turned toward the helpless 
girl. "But blackmail..." she trailed off as she took the 
picture.

Mary panicked then, lurching and squirming so much she 
nearly choked herself to death. Georgia laughed with evil 
glee and leapt onto the bed, holding her down. Elvira ran 
down the stairs, only a dim idea floating through her 
mind. There was one thing she did know though Georgia was 
the villain. Even if she wasn't a true super villain 
(didn't they all have to wear silly or sexy costumes?), 
she was still the villain. Besides having been tied up 
enough times herself, Elvira had a soft spot for other 
abductees.

"Keep struggling and I'll kill everyone in this house." 
Georgia declared. Mary stopped struggling immediately. 

Georgia walked back over to the tripod and set the camera 
on it. Then she pushed a button. Mary's eyes never left 
those of her captor as Georgia walked back over and 
climbed on the bed. She sat on Mary's legs, pinning her 
down. Then reached up and started to unbutton the 
nightgown. Silently and deliberately she undid the 
garment, until it was unbuttoned to the waist. Then she 
pulled it open. Mary's breast, thrust out because of the 
single glove, appeared. They weren't extra large, but 
they were plump, with dark brown aureoles. Georgia 
massaged them, enjoying Mary's look of revulsion.

"Still soft." Georgia said after a few moments of 
kneading the breast. She kept it up for a few minutes, 
enjoyment slowly giving way to frustration. "I want them 
hard for the camera."

Mary shook her head, her eyes blazing.

"This isn't turning you on at all is it?"

Again Mary gave an angry shake of her head.

"Strange." Georgia leaned back, a look of puzzlement on 
her face. "According to the Joker, Batgirl gets pretty 
hot from this. Cheetah tells me that Wonder Woman is like 
a whore on steroids when she gets caught. But that's 
alright." Georgia said, reaching into the bag. "I have 
these to really get your tits up."

Taking the nipple clamps Georgia put one on each of 
Mary's breast. Then she took a small piece of string and 
tied each clamp to the top of the bedpost. Elvira cringed 
in sympathy as Mary was forced to arch her chest up even 
more. Elvira's own nipples were extra large, and thanks 
to Bud Bundy she knew how much nipple clamps could hurt.

"That's a digital camera." Georgia said, starting to 
unbutton the rest of Mary's nightgown. "Once I'm done 
here tonight I'll have a lot of Internet ready pictures." 
The nightgown fully open she pushed it wide, revealing a 
set of white underwear. "So if I ever hear about 
Marvelous Mary stopping another crime." Georgia took hold 
of the underwear and slid it down Mary's legs. "Guess who 
goes on the net?"

Mary growled through her gag, causing her captor to 
laugh. The young girl was completely nude now, and did 
not resist as Georgia tied her ankles to the bedpost, 
spreading her out. 

"Fuzzy." Georgia said, running her hands over the 
somewhat overgrown tangle of brown hair between Mary's 
legs. We have something in common, Elvira noted, (noting 
as she always did that she always noticed small things in 
this sort of situation) Mary, like herself, had a stripe 
of hair, not the traditional "V" shape.

"Maybe I should give it a trim?" Georgia asked playfully. 
She reached over to the dressing table and picked up a 
hairbrush. "Or style it?" Slowly she started to brush the 
hair. "Maybe some mouse?"

Mary's only response was another growl. Her captor 
laughed and continued to stroke her bush. 

"I can't believe this." Georgia complained after a few 
minutes work with the brush. "You can't be that much of a 
girl scout."

Mary just glared at her, struggling a little against the 
ropes. Elvira herself was impressed, she'd been subjected 
to the almost the same type of torture (she refused to 
think of it as erotic arousal) and given in after the 
first ten minutes. But then Mary was a super hero, this 
sort of thing probably happened to her a lot. 

Keep strong girl, she silently urged the bound teenager. 
Slowly and silently Elvira had searched the floor, 
looking for something she could use against Georgia. Even 
if she had been in the mood to masturbate, there was no 
way she could handle Georgia after a growth spurt. The 
trouble was Mary seemed to keep only harmless toys.

Damn, Elvira thought, just my luck she's politically 
correct, there's not an action figure in sight. If only 
she liked the Power Rangers...

"Well if that doesn't work," Georgia reached into the bag 
and pulled out a large feather, "this might."

Mary squeaked under her gag, and soon did much more. Her 
body was completely open to her captor, and Georgia soon 
found the sensitive areas. Aside from the traditional 
ticklish sights, under her arms, the souls of her feet, 
Georgia quickly found that the undersides of Mary's 
breast were very sensitive. Held up and taunt by the 
nipple clamps they were still loose enough to quiver as 
the girl laughed. Soon Mary was nearly eating the gag, 
her mouth opening wide in her attempts at laughter. At 
the same time Georgia's hand sneaked past the helpless 
girl's stomach and began to stroke her vagina. Again 
there was no response. 

"What the hell do I have to do? Georgia demanded of her 
captive. Mary lay on the bed, red faced, her nose flaring 
as she tried to get air into her lungs. "I want you hot!"

"Nmph ayy!" Mary shot back through the gag.

Georgia raised her hand back to slap the young girl, then 
stopped.

"Maybe I don't have to turn you on to torment you. 
Georgia smiled, running the feather over Mary's foot. 
Mary responded by laughing, or trying to. "There's always 
more than one way to torture, as my father used to say."

A grunt was her only response.

Georgia smiled. Reaching over she detached the camera 
from the tripod.

"I have 50 pictures of you in here, just waiting for the 
Internet release." Mary growled, pulling at her ropes. 
Georgia placed the camera between the girl's legs and 
pushed the shutter. "51 pictures."

Mary collapsed back on the bed, a look of despair on her 
face. "With these pictures in my possession I've won." 
She put the camera into a pocket in her skirt. "And now 
I'll celebrate my victory." She took the feather and ran 
it lightly down from Mary's neck to her vagina. "I have 
all night after all." Her captive squirmed, trying to 
giggle. "You'd love to say "Quantor", wouldn't you?" Mary 
nodded. "Well if you can say Quantor you win." Georgia 
reached up and took

hold of the ball gag. "If you can say it."

A second before she pulled the gag out of Mary's mouth 
Georgia started to tickle her.

"Qua...ha, ha, ha..." Mary half shouted half-laughed, 
trying to get the word out. Georgia laughed too, using 
both her fingers and the feather. "Qu...ha, ha, ha, ha, 
antor, ha, ha... Quant... ha, ha, ha...or!" Mary 
screeched/laughed in frustration.

What a dumb way to get your powers, Elvira thought. It 
could be worse she reflected, Mary might have to spin 
around, or wear a ring all the time or something, or even 
have to wear a suit of armor.

"Darn...ha, ha, ha, ha...you...!" Mary tried to shout 
between laughs.

"Darn you?" Elvira whispered in amazement. This girl 
really was a Girl Scout.

"The great Mary Marvelous." Georgia said with delight, 
replacing the ballgag. Mary lay back exhausted, limbs 
trembling. Her chest heaved up and down and sweat covered 
her body.

Hang in there girl, Elvira urged silently. She had 
finally found a weapon. It wasn't much of a weapon, she 
knew that, but the shrunken babysitter had heard paper 
clips could be dangerous if handled incorrectly. It had 
taken all her strength to bend one of the edges straight 
and she silently crept back toward Georgia.

"I should have thought of this years ago." Georgia said, 
picking up a pair of scissors from Mary's dresser. "But 
even a Sylvester is not perfect." Mary whined in protest 
as Georgia started to snip away at

her pubic hair. "Don't like that do you?" Georgia reached 
up and took hold of a lock of the brown hair on Mary's 
head. "Maybe I should start at the other end?"

This girl has spent too much time reading 
alt.sex.stories, Elvira reflected. She was under the bed 
and lined up, all she needed was an opening. She hoped it 
would be before Mary ended up bald. She watched as a lock 
of hair fell to the floor.

"Don't frown like that Mary." Georgia said. "I'll give 
you another chance."

"Quan... ha, ha, ha...tor...ha, ha, ha, ammmmmm!" Mary 
tried, to get the word out through the laughs.

"Tickle, tickle, tic...Ow!" Georgia interrupted her 
taunting as the paper clip spear was driven into her 
ankle. Forgetting all about Mary she reached down and 
grabbed Elvira.

"What..."

"Qunator!" Mary shouted.

Instantly there was a flash of lighting in the room, 
accompanied by a clap of thunder. The shockwave threw 
Georgia and Elvira across the room and into the wall.

"I'll teach you..." Mary came after them her face a mask 
of murderous rage. 

Georgia smiled, touched a control on her belt and 
vanished, taking Elvira with her.


What's worse than Babysitting? Being held captive by a 
mad supervillainess that's what. What's worse than that? 
Having the villainess mad at you. Vacations over though, 
so Elvira's going to be in limbo for another few months. 
Might have time to get back to Mindy though.



**********


Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode twelve: Marvelous Mary

By Skytower 

 

Victim of Jeremy and Helga Carrion, Elvira Peterson now 
shrinks when tickled to an orgasmic level, and grows when 
she is brought to an extreme of sexual pleasure. Hoping 
to cure herself Elvira had gone back to the child mad 
scientist. Put on a teleport platform to remove one of 
the shrinking nanites from her body, Elvira was caught in 
a struggle between Georgia Sylvester and Marvelous Mary. 
She aided Marvelous Mary but was caught by Georgia.

(c)1999 By Skytower 

 
Elvira Peterson always flossed. Always. It wasn't so much 
that she liked to floss, it was just that as a hockey 
player she wanted her teeth to be as strong as possible. 
So she was really familiar with dental floss. But this 
was something new.

"This is really a nice design." Georgia said. "Pity 
there's no more power in its main cell." She was sitting 
at a lab table watching a computer diagram of a small 
spider-like machine. Georgia Sylvester,

known to some as the; "Worlds Most Villainous Girl" could 
also have been known as the; "Worlds Plainest Girl". She 
was stocky with lifeless brown hair that framed a thin 
face. Large coke bottle glasses obscured deep brown eyes 
and completely hid thin eyebrows. Her skin was an 
unhealthy mix of yellow and white and, as usual, she wore 
an oversized tan sweater, bobby socks and a tan knee 
length skirt.

"Thanks." Elvira said, straining to get a better grip. 
Elvira was about six or seven inches tall, though that 
could change. Her hair was brown, but a shiny brown and 
worn just past her shoulders. Her face was gamin like, 
with arching eyebrows over brown eyes that needed no 
glasses. Though not as stocky as Georgia she was non-the-
less in good shape, as she was now proving. Elvira was 
suspended over a large fish tank, holding onto a thin 
strand of cinnamon waxed dental floss. The floss was 
wrapped around a plastic straw that was slowly bending in 
half. 

The straw had been settled on the top of two glass 
beakers. Elvira was thus faced with a serious engineering 
problem. She could not climb any higher since the straw 
would not support her weight, but holding onto a waxed 
strand of dental floss wasn't something she could do 
indefinitely. It was like trying to climb with nylon 
clothesline rope. Elvira kept alternately wrapping it 
around either arm, but her arms were starting to pass the 
sore point. 

Still the shrunken babysitter knew she was lucky to be 
alive. Georgia had nearly crushed her when they appeared 
in the lab. It was only the girl's sadism that was 
keeping her alive. In pain, but alive. The lab itself 
surprised Elvira, she had half expected a dungeon. 
Instead the place was modern, or at least modern in an 
art deco, thirties type of way. They were in a huge 
chamber with gold and silver arches supporting a 
cathedral like ceiling. Stain glass windows, filled with 
the Sylvester family portraits and deeds filled the roof. 
The lab equipment looked like something out of a Buck 
Rogers cartoon.

"What kind of person keeps piranhas?" Elvira asked, 
wondering if the nanite really was out of power, and if 
so would she ever be able to grow again? Jeremy had never 
said anything about how the things were powered. Nor for 
that matter had Elvira ever wondered. She had simply 
taken it for granted, like turning on a light.

"They were a sweet sixteen gift from the Joker." Georgia 
said. "This nanite is a very nice design, inferior in 
most respects to my own shrinking ray, but it does have 
one good point."

"What's that?" Elvira asked, knowing that she had to ask. 
Forget about growing, she told herself. First priority is 
staying alive.

"It can penetrate the Marvelous hyper-dense skin." 
Georgia got up and walked over to the tank. "Which is 
good since I know Mary will be coming here sooner or 
later. The very thought of those pictures in my hands is 
enough to make the poor girl cry." Picking up a small bit 
of meat from a table next to the tank she threw it in. 
Immediately there was a violent eruption in the water. 
Elvira swallowed and tried to get a better grip on the 
floss. "I'll make a batch of your nanites for when they 
show up. I like the idea of the Marvelous small enough to 
step on."

Georgia gave Elvira a poke in the stomach.

Someone of my intellect likes to plan ahead." Georgia 
said. "But this is improvised."

The poke started the tiny babysitter rocking and Elvira 
struggled to steady herself before the straw slipped. 

"Very creative." She said gritting her teeth.

"But something isn't right." Georgia lifted the straw off 
of the beakers and swung Elvira over to the table. "I 
know what it is. Strip."

"What?" Elvira asked unwrapping the floss from her wrist. 
She knew what Georgia wanted but she wanted to get some 
circulation back before the wicked girl tied her up 
again.

"Take off your cloths." Georgia said, picking up an X-
acto knife. "Or I will."

"Somehow I had a feeling this outfit wouldn't last." 
Elvira muttered. As slowly as she could she unbuttoned 
the white blouse. "You know this is a hard outfit to 
find."

In response Georgia brought the knife down and Elvira 
barely jumped out of the way. Quickly she dropped the 
blouse. There was no bra but she didn't bother to cover 
herself.

"Nice." Georgia said. "Small but nice."

Like your so big, Elvira thought. It wasn't true, here 
breast weren't large, but they were soft, full and had 
large aureoles and big nipples and she'd never had any 
complaints. Not that many people had... Stop

it, Elvira told herself. Still her wandering mind had 
bought her a nearly a minute and her arms were starting 
to feel better. Elvira unbuckled the skirt. As slowly as 
possible she let it down to her ankles and stepped out of 
it. She stood for a moment, then threw the skirt to the 
side as Georgia gestured with the knife. Georgia put the 
knife down and put Elvira back over the tank.

"My little friends don't like cloth." Georgia said, 
giving her another push. "But don't worry if you fall in, 
I'll fish you out. You'll only loose an arm or leg.

"That's comforting."

"Still only the beginning. I'll find a proper way avenge 
myself on you later." 

"What do you mean; "avenge?" Elvira demanded. "You were 
doing something wrong and I stopped you."

"You interfered in matters that weren't your affair."

"I stopped you from sexually assaulting a helpless girl, 
there's nothing wrong with that."

"That was no mere girl, that was Marvelous Mary!" Georgia 
leaned down, her face filling Elvira's world. "Do you 
know how many times she plagued me?"

"Weren't you trying to take over the world!" Elvira said, 
desperately pulling herself up a little more. She thanked 
whatever god looked over shrunken babysitters that 
Georgia did not have bad breath. "Didn't you realize that 
someone would try to stop you?" 

"The elite must rule!" Georgia proclaimed, standing 
straight up. For a moment Elvira expected her to give a 
nazi salute. "My family and I are the most brilliant 
scientist the world has ever known! We should rule."

"Okay lets say your right about that." Elvira said, 
ignoring the tiny voice in her head telling her to shut 
up. "Don't you realize that if you can't beat the 
superheroes you're not the elite, they are."

For an answer Georgia knocked the straw over and sent 
Elvira plunging into the tank. 

Meanwhile at Mighty Guy headquarters...

"It was humiliating!" Marvelous Mary raged, pacing back 
and forth in the computer room. "Can you imagine being 
stripped naked, tied up and tickled for hours?" 

Sitting in front of the computer Wonder Lass sighed 
wistfully.

The sigh highlighted yet another difference between the 
two girls. Marvelous Mary paced back and forth, her brown 
hair and short cape flowing in her wake. Mary's costume 
was a short sleeve gray shirt with a large blue lightning 
bolt on the chest. A silver belt, gray skirt down to her 
knees and gray boots completed it. She was what the 
newspapers called the "Super hero Next Door" Mary's fresh 
face and slim figure helped her earn that image. 

In contrast Esmerelda, known to the world as Wonder Lass, 
had a voluptuous figure that could make strong men week 
in the knees, while stiffening other parts of their 
anatomy. She stood a half a foot taller than Mary. Her 
face was a little rounder and framed by raven black hair 
partly held in place by a silver tiara. Her costume was a 
sleeveless halter-top that showed a lot of cleavage. One 
side of the halter was red, the other blue with white 
stars running up to her shoulder. A silver belt, the 
secret of her power sat snugly around her waste, attached 
to it was a mystical silver rope. She wore a pair of blue 
bottoms with more stars. Black boots came up to her 
knees.

"And then she vanished taking the pictures with her!" 
Mary hugged herself, cringing. "I could never face the 
public if those were seen. Just the thought... Knowing 
that everyone who looks at me knows..."

"Calm down Mary." Esmerelda said. "I'm tracking the 
energy emissions, we'll find her."

She was really taking it hard, Esmerelda thought. A part 
of her could understand why. Mary's power was linked to 
the mystical word Quantor, and very few people knew that. 
Not like my powers, Dry thought.

Almost everyone knew about her magic belt. She'd lost 
count of the times she'd been captured and stripped. Not 
to mention how many times her own lasso had overcome her 
while in the hands of a villain.

"And the girl who helped me." Mary said.

"Right. You don't know anything about her?"

"Nothing, but if she hadn't shown up I'd still be there."

A beeping sounded from the computer.

"Did you find her?"

"No, but it looks like someone else is using our tracking 
system." Esmerelda entered a series of commands and the 
screen to their left lit up.

"Hello." Helga said innocently.

Both Mary and Esmerelda started back a bit. They had both 
babysat for Helga and Jeremy Carrion and knew that the 
small red haired, green-eyed child was a true spawn of 
hell. (Or heck, as Mary would put it)"

"Helga I thought your mother told you not to hack into 
our systems again." Esmerelda said.

"This is an emergency." Jeremy said, appearing instead of 
his sister. "Our babysitter is missing."

"You lost another one?"

"Your mother got another one?" Esmerelda asked, 
astonishment plain in her voice.

"Yes, Elvira by name. Have you seen her? About six inches 
tall, brown hair."

"It must have been her." Mary said. "Georgia Sylvester 
has her."

"She rescued Mary from Georgia Sylvester." Esmerelda 
said.

"Really?"

"Yea, Georgia had Mary tied up and stripped and was 
taking pictures."

"Esmerelda!" Mary protested.

"Standard blackmail then?"

"Yep. She tickled her too." Mary threw her arms up in 
despair and started pacing again. "We're going to rescue 
her."

"Oh." Jeremy looked thoughtful for a moment. 

" Well thank you for that. Helga and I have to find her 
friend Mindy."

"What did you do to her?" Esmerelda asked.

"Nothing much, Helga just had a class project to test. 
Thanks."

With that the screen went dark.

As Elvira hit the water she tried to remember everything 
she knew about piranha. Unfortunately she didn't know 
anything. Desperately she tried to make it to the edge of 
the tank, only to find her way blocked. Laughing Georgia 
hit a switch under the tank. It lit up and Elvira 
realized she was in the middle of a square glass 
partition set in the center. On all sides she could see 
the deadly fish, but she was safe from them.

New rule, she screamed at herself, no more moral 
arguments with girls who are ten times your size.

"Priceless." Georgia laughed. "Simply priceless."

"Whoopee." Elvira said, keeping her temper.

"Why don't you tread water there for a while." Georgia 
smiled a horrible smile. The corners of her lips did not 
turn up, rather her teeth seemed to push outward from her 
mouth. "I have an idea."

"Can't wait." Elvira muttered as Georgia walked away.

About a half-hour later Georgia picked Elvira up and 
carried her into a smaller room. The room was lit by dim 
fluorescent lighting and Elvira saw a large table in its 
center. Set in the ceiling above the table was a mirror. 
Georgia set the shrunken babysitter on a small table and 
dropped a towel over her. 

"You really don't think I'm brilliant do you." Georgia 
asked.

"Is there a right answer to this question?" Elvira asked, 
drying herself off.

"No." Taking the towel away Georgia pushed the tiny girl 
onto her stomach and tied hands behind her. Lifting her 
up Georgia tied another strand of floss around her neck. 
Then she put a small jar on the table, set Elvira on top 
of it and tied the rope to a hook set in the wall. Elvira 
judged that there was enough slack in the rope to drop 
her to the bottom of the jar.

"I'm not going to like this am I?"

Georgia gave her that ghastly smile again.

"Its very simple, I have to prepare for Mary and her 
family, that will take me about 20 minutes. You will sink 
into this substance past your head in 21 minutes. If the 
rope wasn't around you neck. You see the rope is measured 
just so, it will keep your head out of the substance, but 
you'll choke in 23 minutes." Georgia took more floss and 
tied Elvira's feet together, then tied her arms against 
her body. 

"Now here is the great variable in this equation, 
something that I can't really figure. How good is your 
sense of balance? If you start to lean in any direction 
you'll choke before I get back."

You need one hell of a good spanking, Elvira thought. 
Aloud she asked; "What is this stuff?"

"Honey." Georgia said, taking off the top of the jar she 
placed Elvira into the honey, softly planting her feet. 
Immediately, but slowly, the babysitter began to sink.

"Now if you're lucky enough to survive I have a little 
game for you to play."

She left, her low laugh lingering in the room. 

"Got it!" Wonder Lass said. "She's using a copy of the 
Mighty Guys transporter that Leo Luther stole from them 
years ago. She is 80 miles above Hollywood."

"80 miles above?" 

"80 miles above." Esmerelda confirmed. "Didn't the 
Sylvester family have some sort of sky palace?"

"It blew up years ago." Mary said.

"Well they must have rebuilt." Esmerelda operated a few 
controls and a satellite view of Hollywood appeared."

"Nothing." Mary said. "She probably has it well hidden, 
which also means there's no way we can approach without 
being seen. Even your invisible helicopter would be 
spotted."

"No problem." Esmerelda said, getting up. "We'll just get 
there the same way she did."

Elvira took deep breaths, listening carefully to the 
sound of her own heartbeat. One of the first things she 
had ever taught herself was balance. When you're playing 
hockey balance is the most important thing you can have. 
She had said that often enough to rookies, reminding them 
that their success and health depended upon being able to 
stand on two pieces of steel 1/6th of an inch thick. Of 
course no one ever tried to skate on honey. At least no 
one that she knew of.

The gooey stuff had risen steadily, enveloping her legs, 
thighs and was now just under her breast. Elvira felt her 
body heat up as it sunk, but try as she might she could 
not get exited sexually. True the honey did have an 
exotic, even erotic feel to it, and there was no part of 
her lower body that didn't feel slightly aroused. But 
there was no way to trigger any more arousal than she 
felt. 

Even as the sticky goo eased over her breast she couldn't 
get going. If her arms had been free, or even tied in 
front of her the babysitter thought she might have had a 
chance. But they weren't and she was stuck. With her 
breast now completely under Elvira found it hard to 
breathe. The honey was almost alive in the way it was 
containing her body. She could feel every inch of herself 
being held. Even being in Benny the Bondage Suit hadn't 
made her feel this helpless.

"Still alive." Georgia said. Elvira looked up to see the 
wicked girl holding a small box. She turned away and 
attached the box to the maze, then turned back. "You must 
have very good balance." she said, taking hold of 
Elvira's head. Very slowly Elvira was pulled out of the 
honey. So far the babysitter hadn't said anything, but 
she screamed as Georgia suspended Elvira over her mouth.

"You wouldn't!" Elvira shouted.

"I might." Georgia said, bringing the helpless girl down 
closer. "But in truth I just wanted to do this." Her 
tongue snaked out of her mouth and began to lick the 
honey from Elvira's feet.

"Stop... ha...ha..." Elvira squirmed, never had she been 
so scared, turned on, tickled and disgusted at the same 
time. Also her head was starting to hurt from being held 
between Georgia's fingers.

"This is really too much fun." Georgia said. Taking 
Elvira over to the opposite end of the maze she pulled up 
a glass door. Taking a pair of scissors she cut away the 
dental floss and dropped her captive into the maze, 
letting the door fall shut. Elvira dropped to the floor, 
her arms and legs plastered to her side by the honey. 
Slowly she forced her limbs apart. She didn't bother 
trying to wipe it off, Elvira knew that honey was on her 
until she could find a hot bath. 

Georgia rapped on the glass sharply and Elvira jumped 
back, pressing against the wall. Which was a mistake as 
she almost got stuck there.

"Here's that little game I told you about." Georgia said. 
"At the other end of the maze I've placed a shrunken 
bear, and you know how they love honey."

"What's wrong, all out of killer bees?" Elvira snapped.

"Mmmm, actually they didn't occur to me. I must get some 
at my earliest opportunity. Now I'm going to let you 
loose, and I'm going to let him loose. If you get to the 
center of the maze first you'll be safe.

"At least for a while." she said after a moments pause. 
"But if he finds you first, well that's that. Have fun."

The door in front of Elvira opened, but the corridor 
beyond didn't look very inviting.

 

Inviting or not Does Elvira have a choice? Stay tuned.

 
*******************

Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode thirteen: Little Maids and the Pleasures of Pie

By Skytower 

Elvira Peterson, Babysitter with a problem. Exposed to an 
unstable shrinking potion Elvira now can grow or shrink 
when she reaches a sexual zenith. This has led to the 
occasional problem. Her current problem is being caught 
and held by Georgia Sylvester, an aspiring 
supervillaines.

(c)1999 by Skytower

 
In the four microseconds it took for the display to tell 
her what she already knew, Georgia Sylvester reviewed the 
situation in her mind. She had won over Marvelous Mary at 
last, not in any physical way, but in the true way of her 
family; she had out thought the super-heroine. 

She had captured her foe while Marvelous Mary was still 
in her civilian guise. Georgia smiled as she remembered 
the brief struggle. She knew Mary, knew what could bring 
her down. The nude photos she had taken were now resting 
on the hard drive in the main computer of the Sylvester 
sky palace. Ready to go out over the Internet in seconds. 

Mary had tracked her to the sky palace, as Georgia knew 
she would. Hovering for the moment over Hollywood, hidden 
in a cloud and all but invisible to every form of 
electronic sensor, the sky palace was impossible to 
approach without being seen. So Mary and her brother 
Captain Marvelous and cousin Captain Marvelous Junior 
would use the Mighty Guys teleporter, catch her by 
surprise and foil her schemes.

"Or at least that is their plan." Georgia muttered. 
Georgia Sylvester was five six, skinny with pale yellow 
skin. Her eyes glared at the world from behind Coke 
bottle glasses and hair was a dull brown mop. She wore a 
turtleneck sweater and a knee length brown skirt. The 
teleporter warning alarm lit up. Two signals were 
detected, intercepted before they could materialize and 
held in stasis. 

"Only two?" Georgia questioned, giving the outside 
scanners a quick glance. But nothing was approaching, and 
there was no way the Sylvester designed scanners could be 
fooled. "Who's with you Mary?" Georgia asked. She typed 
in a series of commands and in one of the rooms of the 
sky palace Marvelous Mary and Wonder Lass materialized 
briefly, then dematerialized before either girl could do 
anything.

"Wonder Lass!" Georgia snapped in surprise. "Still that 
makes sense, you could never tell your brother or your 
cousin what I did could you? Well," she said, turning to 
another part of the console, "Let's see what the 
SuperVillain Data Base has on Wonder Lass."

It took only a few moments for Georgia to find the 
information she sought. When she did her harsh laughter 
filled the sky palace, causing a few of the glass panels 
to shudder.

Esmerelda materialized for an instant, she was sure of 
that, but that instant was gone before she could even 
think. Then she materialized again, this time remaining 
solid. She was in a small room, bare with gray walls and 
ceiling.

"Hello." Georgia said.

Esmerelda spun around only to be hit by a beam of some 
sort. Puzzled she staggered back against the wall, trying 
to use he bracelets to block the beam. It didn't work as 
the beam was too diffused. It stopped and suddenly the 
room began to dim, then twist. The lights dimmed and the 
heroine felt the floor fall out from under her. 

When it was over Esmerelda struggled to her feet. She was 
naked, under some sort of big red tent. Trying to clear 
her head Esmerelda pushed herself to the end of the tent 
and into the light. Staggering away from the tent the 
Amazon fell against a large white rubber couch. She lay 
against it for a moment, getting her bearings. Someone 
was laughing, a harsh almost metallic laugh. The couch 
was pulled out from under her and Esmerelda landed flat 
on her back looking up. Looking up at Georgia Sylvester.

"Hello Wonder Dolly." Georgia said. For a moment she just 
watched the dazed heroine. The shrinking ray had reduced 
her in proportion nothing was changed. She still had a 
voluptuous figure, with dark black hair and a round face. 
Reaching down she picked Esmerelda up and brought her to 
eye level. 

"Well, black is your natural hair color." Georgia said, 
scratching Esmerelda's vagina. Holding the tiny girls 
legs taunt Georgia looked her over. Still dazed Esmerelda 
stared back, fear beginning to slip into her mind. "Even 
at this size these things are large." Georgia said, 
tapping Esmerelda's chest. Bending down she picked up 
Wonder Lass's costume. She laughed again. "But not large 
enough to fill this anymore." Holding up the golden belt 
Georgia pressed it against the tiny girl. Instantly 
Esmerelda's head snapped up, her mind recovered. She 
tried to grab the belt only to have Georgia pull it away.

"Feel better?" Georgia asked.

Esmerelda growled in frustration and pounded on her 
captors hands.

"I thought so." Georgia said. 

Mary materialized slightly dazed and worried. She knew 
something had gone wrong, she and Esmerelda had blinked 
into reality for a second before vanishing again. Mary 
looked around, fighting off the fog that clouded her 
mind. She was in a kitchen, a large one. Georgia was 
sitting by a table, her hand resting on the power switch 
of a blender.

"You!" Mary growled, starting to charge her. She stopped 
quickly when she saw a tiny figure inside the blender. 
Though distorted by the thick glass Mary recognized 
Wonder Lass. Lilliputian, naked and helpless.

"One step closer and I press the "Whip" button." Georgia 
threatened.

"You wicked girl." Mary said, quickly stopping.

"Turn around and say Quantor." Georgia ordered.

"Realizing she had no choice Mary turned around.

"Qunator." she said and was instantly transformed back 
into Mary Batton.

"You didn't have a chance to dress." Georgia observed. 
Mary was still wearing the nightgown from their encounter 
a few hours before. It was shredded and barely covered 
any of her. Something light settled Mary's shoulders.

"No..." Mary started to protest, realizing it was Wonder 
Lass's magic lasso. But it was too late.

"Don't move." Georgia ordered. Mary stayed where she was 
feeling bars of steel descend on her willpower. "If 
everything I've heard of this is true, you have to do 
everything I say and can only tell the

truth."

"Yes." Mary stuttered. "I must tell...truth."

"True or false, you like being tied up." 

"False." Mary said.

"Incredible." her captor said. "Your too straight for 
this business you know that?"

"No." 

Georgia laughed.

"I bet you've never even kissed a boy have you?"

"Yes I have."

"Any more than that? Touching, groping?"

"No."

"You must be one dull date."

"No."

"Enough fun." Georgia said, her tone turning serious. "I 
order you to promise me never to say the word that will 
transform you into Marvelous Mary."

"I...nnn... I promise." Mary said at last, trying to bite 
every word before it came out of her mouth.

"Good." Georgia said, pushing Mary down she pulled the 
lasso off. Then she took out a gun and let Mary have a 
blast of the shrinking beam right in the face. As with 
Esmerelda, Mary was shrunk proportionately. She still had 
the slim boyish figure, fresh face and brown hair. The 
superheroine was just smaller. A lot smaller, Mary 
realized as Georgia picked her up.

"I see brown is your natural hair color as well." Georgia 
said.

Elvira looked at the passageway. It wasn't much to look 
at, dull white plastic, smooth Formica floor (also dull 
white) with a clear Plexiglas ceiling.

"Jerry Mouse where are you when I need you?" she wondered 
aloud. As if in answer a deep hoarse roar echoed it's way 
to her ears. "Make it to the middle an your safe huh, 
well not in this lifetime."

Elvira Peterson stood at five feet five inches. Usually. 
Lately she had begun to loose track of her normal height. 
She stood at the entrance to the maze, her body covered 
in sticky honey. Elvira was solidly built with wide hips, 
small breast and shoulder length brown hair. Her face, 
when not covered with honey anyway, was round with a high 
proud forehead. 

Turning away from the maze Elvira looked at the doorway 
Georgia had dropped her through. It was a simple trap 
door, held down by a magnet. Good enough to stop a mouse, 
but not a determined babysitter.

She hoped. Her first jump served to remind Elvira that 
she was still covered with honey, she slipped and fell on 
her but. Growling the tiny girl tried again. This time 
she made it, pushing the door open a little, but fell 
back. As many of her friends had noted during the years, 
Elvira was a stubborn girl. 

They would not have been surprised that Elvira kept at 
it, nor that it took her 38 tries to force herself up out 
of the maze. They would have applauded, and Elvira would 
have congratulated herself. If she hadn't been hanging 
onto the edge of the maze for dear life. What she hadn't 
realized was that there was no edge on the table, from 
the outer wall of the maze there was a sheer drop to the 
floor.

"Wear these." Georgia ordered, dropping two outfits in 
front of Esmerelda and Mary.

"I will not." Mary declared in an outraged tone of voice. 
The costume Georgia had given them was a sexual parody of 
a French Maid. Tight fishnet stockings, a frill that 
would serve as a skirt, or a very wide belt and a tight 
black tube top. Three inch high heels were included as 
well. "This is indecent!"

"This from little naked girl." Georgia laughed.

"Put it on Mary." Esmerelda said, struggling into her 
top. "At least it's something."

"I will not." Mary declared again.

Georgia reached over and picked up the doll-sized girl. 
Holding her from just above the knees. Enraged Mary 
pounded and scratched, but that had no effect on Georgia. 
With dizzying speed Mary was brought up to the wicked 
girls face, then turned around.

"Ow!" Mary shouted as Georgia gave her a spank. More of 
them came and even though her arms were free Mary could 
do nothing to protect herself. Again and again Georgia 
hit the helpless girl's but, using just one finger. 
Sometimes she used her fingernail.

Georgia didn't bother demanding surrender, in fact except 
for a low grating giggle she didn't make any noise at 
all.

"All right!" Mary shouted. Georgia ignored her. "Stop!" 
again she was ignored. "I give up!" Mary screeched. The 
giggling only got worse. "Please!" Mary screamed.

That did it. Georgia put Mary back on the tabletop where 
Esmerelda had watched the spanking with helpless fury. 
Choking back tears Mary struggled into the costume. The 
top fit snugly, the frill she had

to hike up above her belly button, her but was just too 
sensitive for anything to touch it. Luckily the stockings 
only went up to her thighs. It was the heels that gave 
her the hardest time. Mary had never worn three-inch 
heels before. Once Esmerelda had strapped them on Mary 
fell over. For the next few minutes Georgia's laughter 
filled the room as Mary struggled to stand.

Elvira inched herself hand over hand to the edge of the 
table, grateful that the honey on her hands had gotten a 
little sticky. Her arms were too sore to pull herself up, 
but the small girl had spotted the leg of the table. 
Large round and sloping at a steep angle toward the 
floor. 

"Just like a fire pole." Elvira said to herself. "If a 
fire pole was four feet wide and fifty feet tall. I HATE 
BABYSITTING!" she screamed.

Mary walked cautiously a few feet, turned around and 
walked back.

"You're getting the hang of it." Esmerelda said, ready to 
catch her again. Both of them were studiously avoiding 
looking at Georgia, who was now munching popcorn as she 
watched.

"Who came up with these things?" Mary asked. "Lex Luthor? 
The Joker? Who was sick enough..."

"The same guy who came up with the corset." Esmerelda 
said, steadying her.

"Men." Mary swore.

"It's supposed to make our legs look better." Esmerelda 
said.

"Alright." Georgia said, putting down the popcorn. They 
were in what both girls guessed was the main kitchen of 
the Sylvester Sky Palace. It was well stocked with more 
pastry than either of them had seen outside of a bakery. 
Gleaming chrome pots and pans hung from the walls. "Now 
that my little doll has learned how to walk it's time to 
get to work." Walking over to a table with a sheet on it 
she wheeled it over to them and pulled off the sheet. 
Beneath the sheet was a Victorian playhouse. Pulling a 
pin out of the roof the wicked girl opened the house, 
exposing three floors of the dirtiest rooms Mary or

Esmerelda had ever seen. "When my brother and I were ten 
my father shrunk us down and made us live in here."

"Why?" Esmerelda asked.

"We wouldn't stop fighting. He only meant to keep us in 
there for a night, but the next day Captain Marvelous," 
here she looked pointedly at Mary, "put him in jail. We 
were in there for two years before

he broke out. Now naturally Sylvester's don't do 
housework, so the place is a little messy."

"You want us to clean your doll house?" Esmerelda asked, 
wondering where all the normal super villains were. Not 
even the Joker would ask her to clean a house. At least 
not since he'd met Harley Quinn.

"That's right." Georgia said, handing them each a small 
basket filled with cleaning supplies. I want it 
spotless." Picking the tiny girls up she dropped them 
into the living room. Then she put two cameras on a cord 
hanging from the ceiling. "Now these camera's are a 
direct feed to the web." Mary turned red and ducked 
behind Esmerelda. "On a time delay. If the house isn't 
spotless then you two are going to be the most famous 
shrunken superheroines of all time."

"You wicked girl." Mary said.

"Clean." Georgia ordered, settling back into her chair 
and reaching for more popcorn.

"Well that was fun." Elvira said, laying back on the 
floor, her chest heaving. The slide down the table leg 
had been close, but she had managed to slow herself down 
enough. Barely. Pealing her back off of the floor Elvira 
looked around the room. She could see the doorway Georgia 
had come through, no way was Elvira going in that 
direction. Which left only the door on the other side of 
the room. 

"Oh well." Elvira sighed and started to walk. First 
things first, a safe place, and then she could get big 
and deal with Georgia. If she could still get big. 
Georgia's comment about the nanite being out of power 
worried her. But if the past few months had taught her 
anything it was to have faith in Jeremy's handiwork. 
Somehow it would work. 

There are times that test even heroines. Moments in life 
when dread can overcome honor. Horror defeats principle. 
Mary and Esmerelda were at that point. They had decided 
to start at the top of the house and worked their way 
down. The first two rooms were servant's quarters, small 
and not to bad. But the first door on the second floor 
had a sign on it that brought them to a halt. They stood 
in front of the door, feeling the malevolence emanating 
from the room beyond. 

"You do it." Mary and Esmerelda said together.

They instantly turned away from each other, shame and 
embarrassment filling them.

"Maybe we should save this for last?" Mary suggested.

"Sounds good." Esmerelda agreed.

Together they hurried down the stairs. But even as they 
fled both of the tiny girls realized one of them would 
have to clean the bathroom sooner or later.

"Don't any of the doors in this damn place open!" Elvira 
cursed, kicking the door. She swore again and sat down, 
nursing the injured foot. It was an unreasonable request 
she knew she was a little over six inches while the doors 
were about fifteen feet high. Elvira wasn't sure how long 
she'd been wandering the mansion corridors, being shrunk 
often messed up her sense of time. Not that the mansion 
was

such a bad place, even at her height. It was a treasure 
trove of fine art, furniture in all taste and styles and 
large stain glass windows. The floors were all the same 
though, flat dull gray plastic. Hard, flat dull gray 
plastic. In the past few months the shrunken babysitter 
had gotten a lot of experience in masturbation in strange 
places. Under beds, toy boxes, Lego palaces, over sinks, 
IN sinks, Under sinks...

Elvira had learned to ignore her surroundings and 
concentrate. But she needed a modicum of privacy, or at 
least a soft surface, to do it. And the mansion offered 
very little of either. Sighing she stood up, testing the 
foot. It was okay and Elvira started to walk down the 
corridor.

"Halt!"

She spun, ready for battle, but there was no one there.

"How dare you track foot prints down my corridor." the 
voice was strange, the words hard, but the tone, though 
male, almost a whisper. Elvira looked hard, and then 
realized where the words were coming from. On the floor 
at the corner was a large towel. It scrubbed away at her 
honey edged footprints.

"Wow!" Elvira said, barely getting the word out.

She watched in amazement as the towel scrubbed the floor 
to her feet. Then the towel stood up.

"Wow!"

At full height the towel stood some four feet with a 
width of two feet. Fine white Terry Cloth, shaped like a 
gingerbread man, with no mouth, eyes or other human 
attributes.

"Do you have any idea how hard it is to get honey off the 
floor?"

"Ah...no." Elvira said.

"Well it's not easy young lady."

"Sorry." Elvira apologized. "But you see I was..."

"No excuses."

"Who are you?" the tiny girl asked, finally starting to 
get her mind working again.

"I am Sir Softy."

"Sir Softy?"

"Am I not speaking clearly enough? I am Sir Softy. The 
cleaner. I keep the Sylvester Sky Palace clean so the 
family can attend to their villainous affairs."

"Oh." Elvira started to back away.

"Stop." Sir Softy ordered. "I will not have you track 
honey over my clean floors. If you are to walk here you 
must be cleaned."

"Really?" Elvira turned and ran.

"Mary!" Esmerelda cried, though she only got the first 
part of the word out. A furry arm snaked around her 
throat before she could finish or take another breath. 
The arm quickly wrapped itself around her face as well. 
Another arm shot out of the fridge at the same time and 
pinned the tiny girls arms to her side. Two suction cups 
launched from the fridge and stuck to the nipples on each 
breast. The last furry arm wrapped itself between and 
then around her legs. 

Slowly it started to rub against her vagina. At the same 
time a blast of strange smelling dust was shot into her 
nose by the arm wrapped around her face. Almost instantly 
Esmerelda's fears collapsed. A warm feeling filled her 
body, lowering her defenses. The arm at her vagina 
started to press inward.

"Esmerelda I... Esmerelda!" Mary shouted, walking in the 
door. Quickly she attacked the thing from the fridge with 
her mop. Hitting and poking she pried the arms from 
Esmerelda's body and forced it back into the frige, 
closing the door. Tired she turned and leaned against it. 

"That was close. Are you ok Esmerelda?" 

"Fine." Esmerelda said, a strange smile on her face. 
Before Mary could react Esmerelda charged her. Grabbing 
Mary in a bear hug that pinned the girl's arms behind her 
at the same time Esmerelda kissed her surprised friend. 
Mary squirmed and started to protest, but Esmerelda only 
took the opportunity to force her tongue into the other 
girl's mouth. Esmerelda then flipped her up and over her, 
landing on top of Mary while at the same time driving the 
wind out of her lungs. Holding down the shrunken 
squirming girl Esmerelda started to kiss and massage 
Mary's breast.

"Stop!" Sir Softy shouted as Elvira turned a corner. "You 
must be cleaned!"

Elvira didn't stop of course, in fact she managed to go 
faster. By now completely lost the babysitter was running 
on pure panic and adrenaline.

"It does you no good to run girl! I shall find you and 
then there shall by a reckoning. You must be scrubbed, 
soaped, cleaned. Only then will you be ready for more of 
Mistress Sylvester's torture."

"Wait a minute!" Elvira said, skidding to a halt. 
Scrubbed? Cleaned? Turning she ran back around the corner 
and into a very surprised Sir Softy. "Take me I'm yours." 

Mary twisted the fishnet stockings around Esmerelda's 
wrist and then pulled her other stalking off. If 
Esmerelda hadn't been under the influence of the lust 
dust Mary doubted she could have won the wrestling match. 
The young Amazon was used to wrestling in the Greek 
style. Luckily she was too busy trying to get her head 
between Mary's legs. Pulling off Esmerelda's other 
stalking Mary tied her friend's legs together, then she 
sat on her.

"What was that thing?" Mary demanded.

"That was Mister Pleasure." Georgia said. "A little 
present my brother whipped up for my birthday."

"Your brother?" Mary asked aghast.

"He felt sorry for leaving me tied up in the tub for two 
days."

Mary said nothing, but could feel Esmerelda squirming 
beneath her. The Amazon was rubbing her breast on the 
floor and Mary could feel Esmerelda's hands trying to 
reach her but.

"How long will it last?"

"Two, three days. It was a good gift. You know the longer 
she's tied up like that the hornier she gets. It's pure 
torture. Here." Georgia knocked Mary off of Esmerelda and 
picked the shrunken girl up. "I think I'll help her out."

"You wicked girl!" Mary called after her.

Georgia ignored her, placing Esmerelda on the table. With 
a knife she freed the tiny Amazon, but held her down with 
a finger on her stomach. Lustfully Esmerelda hugged and 
licked the finger.

"You can watch if you like." Georgia said, looking at 
Mary. Mary blushed scarlet and turned away. Georgia 
laughed and released her hold on Esmerelda. "Stay." she 
ordered, going over to the refrigerator. The Amazon lay 
on the table panting.

"You monster!" Mary whispered, knowing that anything 
above that might get her a place next to Esmerelda. Never 
had the heroine been so frustrated. She was completely 
helpless. Frantically she racked her brain, trying to 
come up with an escape plan. But there was none.

"It's a good thing you've come to your senses." Sir Softy 
said, carrying Elvira into the bathroom.

"No problem." It had actually been a pretty comfortable 
trip. Sir Softy had gathered the shrunken babysitter in 
his(?) arms and, scrubbing all the way, taken her to the 
bathroom. Elvira had used the trip to stimulate herself, 
rubbing herself all over. Now she was fully aroused, her 
breast hard, the juices between her legs mixing with the 
honey. With one hand she pinched a nipple, while the 
other hand delved into herself, tapping out a concerto on 
her clitoris.

"I'll just put you here while I run the sink."

Elvira was rolled out of Sir Softy's grip and onto the 
unforgiving cold hardness of a Formica counter top.

"HEY!" Elvira shouted, feeling the mood start to break. 
Without thinking she leapt to her feet and launched 
herself into the towel. "Bonsai!"

Esmerelda rubbed her body against the stick of celery, 
feeling the stiff hairs of the vegetable scratch her 
skin. From the dollhouse Mary stood repulsed and 
fascinated at the same time. Georgia sat and watched, 
every so often reaching over and pulling the celery away. 
When ever she did Esmerelda would cry and beg until it 
was given back.

"I wonder how she'd handle an ice cream cone?" Georgia 
asked Mary. The wicked girl turned toward the fridge only 
to be met with a blackberry pie in the face. Taken by 
surprise Georgia fell backward, only saved from stopping 
by grabbing the table.

"Who dares..." she started to say, wiping the pie out of 
her eyes. The moment she did a pumpkin pie hit her. "Why 
I never..." Lemon moraine stopped her words.

"One more cliche and I throw the carrot cake." Elvira 
warned. Full sized, if still naked, she lounged casually 
against the fridge.

Seeing her chance Mary leapt from the house to the table. 
A right cross knocked Esmerelda senseless and Mary 
Carried her behind the popcorn bowl.

The carrot cake wasn't needed, as Georgia didn't say 
anything. Enraged she charged Elvira. The charge was met 
with a pirouette move the young hockey player had used to 
avoid many a body check. Georgia slammed into the fridge 
and rebounded off stunned. Elvira kicked her in the 
stomach, then when Georgia was doubled over put the 
wicked girls head between her legs. Grabbing Georgia's 
waist Elvira pulled her upside down. Then dropped to her 
knees. 

Georgia's head hit the floor with the weight of her 
entire body driving it. She fell and lay limp as Elvira 
released her.

"Damn! That felt good." Elvira said, getting up. "I 
always wanted to try that. Hey, what a spread." She said, 
looking at the table. Aside from the bowl of popcorn 
there was a cherry and blueberry pie set

out. "Hello? Come on out, it's safe."

"Thank you." Mary said, pulling Esmerelda from behind the 
popcorn bowl. "This is the second time you've saved me. 
You'd better tie her up."

"No need, if you do the tombstone right they never get 
up. My names Elvira."

"I know, Jeremy told me."

"You know him?"

"I sat for him once."

"Well that explains the height."

"Oh, no it wasn't Jeremy. Georgia has... Georgia!"

Elvira whirled at the warning to find herself facing 
Georgia. The wicked girl stood unsteadily on her feet, 
pointing a Buck Rogers style gun at her.

"I don't know how you got to full size again, but you 
won't stay that way! First I shall shrink you, then the 
world!"

As fast as Elvira was she was not fast enough to avoid a 
beam of energized particles. It hit her full in the 
chest, discharging the energy it carried to every cell in 
her body. For a moment Elvira danced as her nervous 
system was flooded with conflicting signals. As the 
energy faded Elvira felt the world twist, her vision 
dimmed. But when it was over she stood unchanged.

"Impossible!" Georgia whispered. "No one can resist a 
direct does of Geta radiation. She looked dumbly at the 
gun until Elvira hit her in the face with the carrot 
cake.

With cold deliberate steps Elvira walked toward the 
wicked girl.

"How dare you!" Georgia snarled wiping her face off.

"That," Elvira said with a deadly calm voice, "was your 
last cliche."

Another kick sent Georgia into the fridge and Elvira hit 
her in the head with a frying pan as she rebounded off. 
Georgia fell to the floor and Elvira picked up the 
shrinking gun and let her have it. In a few seconds there 
was only a pile of cloths on the floor with a lump 
stirring in the middle.

"Have to admit that felt pretty good." Elvira said, 
looking at the gun. I wonder if this is how Jeremy felt."

"What was the gun set for?" Mary asked. Behind her 
Esmerelda started to wake up.

"It has settings?" Elvira looked at the gun. Sure enough 
on the handle were two small dials. One was labeled 
inches, the other resembled a clock face. A small setting 
dial was on the one labeled in inches, while two 
surrounded the clock face. "Yea it does. From the looks 
of this thing she'll grow in about twelve hours. So 
we..."

Elvira stopped as she realized Mary and Esmerelda were 
wrestling. Esmerelda was on top, holding Mary's wrist 
together above her head with one hand while her other 
hand squeezed Mary's breast. She was kissing Mary 
feverishly.

"Whoa! You two want to be alone or something?"

"Help!" Mary shouted. "She's been overcome by lust dust!"

"If you say so." Elvira picked Esmerelda up and held her 
in one hand. "Hey!"

As if Esmerelda didn't realize she was being held in a 
hand, the crazed superheroine had her legs wrapped around 
Elvira's thumb and were kissing the tip.

"I told you." Mary said, standing up. "She's the victim 
of some terrible dust that Georgia cooked up."

"Powerful stuff." Elvira admitted. Taking a clear plastic 
bowl off the shelf she put Esmerelda on table and put the 
bowl on top of her. Disappointed the trapped superheroine 
launched herself against the plastic, pressing her lips, 
breast and legs against it.

"How long is she going to be like that?"

"I don't know."

"Let's find out." Elvira bent down and pulled a still 
dazed Georgia out of the tent her sweater had become. 
"So, how do we cool her down?"

"You can't." Georgia said defiantly. "Not until she 
comes. And she'll go insane if you don't let her."

"Well I can see why you'd need something like that." 
Elvira said. Naked the plainness of Georgia's body was 
tragically revealed. Bones could be seen through the 
yellow white skin and her breast seemed to point in 
different directions. 

"Impudent Slut! I am a Sylvester! My families beauty has 
always been in their heads!"

"Okay let's prove that theory." Elvira said, holding the 
tiny wicked girl upside down. "Now, either you tell me 
there's another cure or... Now this brings back some 
memories." Elvira reached over and picked up the pack of 
dental floss from where it lay on the floor. She guessed 
it must have fallen out of Georgia's pocket.

"You wouldn't dare!" Georgia screamed. "Superhero's don't 
do that!"

"I'm not a superheroine," Elvira's tone grew hard, "I'm a 
babysitter."

"Oh." Georgia turned white. "Dump her in cold water!"

"Good." Elvira picked up Georgia's turtleneck and dumped 
the wicked girl into it. Then she tied the neck, arms and 
waist in knots and put it on the table. The sweater moved 
as the girl tried to find a way out.

"Drop her in cold water." Elvira muttered. "Are all 
supervillains that un-original?"

"Most of them." Mary admitted.

Elvira walked over to the sink and turned on the cold 
water.

"Hey!" she said, spotting a chocolate cake on the table 
beside sink. "Supervillains eat." she said, reaching over 
and dipping her finger into the chocolate. It was prime 
stuff. Elvira knew chocolate and this was good chocolate. 
She was reaching for another taste when a familiar 
feeling welled up inside her.

"No." she started to say, but before the word was past 
her lips she had shrunk again.

It had been quicker this time. The tightening of her 
stomach, a warmth flowing from between her legs, her 
breast getting hard, all of it taking less than a few 
moments. Still a little dizzy Elvira picked

herself up off the floor.

"Elvira!" Mary called. Elvira looked up to see Mary 
looking down at her from the top of the table. "Why did 
you shrink?" 

"I don't know!" Elvira shouted, falling down again. Her 
head started to pound. At the same time her body 
trembled. Elvira lay still, all the strength drained from 
her. She watched unable to move as Mary lowered the 
dental floss and climbed down to her. The closer Mary 
got, the bigger she seemed to get. At first Elvira 
thought it was simply because Mary was getting closer. 
Then she realized Mary actually was bigger. As the 
shrunken superheroine stood over Elvira's prostrate, form 
the babysitter realized she had gone from small to 
smaller. In shock, but feeling her body was safe once 
more, Elvira stood up. Her head reached Mary's waist, 
leaving the babysitter to stare at Mary's bush.

"What the hell..." Elvira's voice trailed off even as her 
mind put the puzzle together. Georgia's shrinking gun 
must have had an effect on the nanites in her body. "I 
need Jeremy." Elvira said.

"You can't grow on your own?"

"It's a long story." Elvira said, turning away from her 
and looking up at the table. "Right now we better get to 
that gun and get you grown again." Elvira took hold of 
the dental floss and looped it around her waist. "Give me 
a ten fingered boost to start will ya?"

"Sure." Mary bent down and clasped her fingers together. 
Carefully Elvira put her foot into the fingers. A moment 
later she shot up toward the tabletop. But she wasn't 
climbing.

"Esmerelda no!" Mary shouted.

Elvira looked up to see Esmerelda, an insanely lustful 
smile on her face, hauling up the rope. It was too late 
to do anything, Elvira realized she was too high up to 
let go. Worse Mary was cut off because

Esmerelda was taking the rope up as well.

"Oh girl." Elvira swore as she reached the edge of the 
table. Elvira had always thought that saying "Oboy" in 
times of crisis was sexist.

Mary strained with all her might but she couldn't force 
the word Quantor out of her mouth. Nor could she climb 
the legs of the table, or any of the tables for that 
matter. They were smooth aluminum. All she could was 
stand and fume as the sounds of battle came from above.

Elvira knew how to fight. She could fight on skates, she 
could fight in water, and she could fight almost 
anywhere. But she could not fight as well as an Amazon 
trained from birth. Wonder Lass blocked, parried or 
simply absorbed Elvira's best shots. It didn't help that 
Elvira was only half Esmerelda's size.

Maybe I should just go with this, Elvira thought as 
Esmerelda sat on top of her and buried her face between 
the young girls legs. It was a 69 position, but Elvira 
fell face short on her part of the equation. She was only 
able to reach Esmerelda's belly button.

"I hate outies." Elvira swore, squirming out from under 
the lust crazed superheroine. "And I am not going through 
with this!"

It was doubtful Esmerelda even heard her words. If she 
did they didn't stop her from catching Elvira with a full 
tackle sending both of them over the edge of a pan and 
into a blueberry pie. 

Fighting Esmerelda had been hard enough on firm ground. 
Inside a blueberry pie it was impossible. Elvira was 
pinned under the larger girl, and the slippery blue 
berries and filling prevented her from getting any 
leverage to push the Amazon off.

"Oh the hell with it!" Elvira swore and started to suck 
one of Esmerelda's breast. It was a few minutes before 
she realized it was a blueberry. In the meantime another 
of the blueberries was between Elvira's legs, blocking 
the entrance to her vagina. Esmerelda didn't seem to 
mind, she was nibbling the berry with gamesome 
enthusiasm. 

"Hell if we're going to do this we're going to do it 
right!" Elvira cursed. Squirming out from Esmerelda's 
grasp she half jumped/half fell on top of the Amazon. 
Pinning the girl down as much as she could Elvira planted 
both her knees on Esmerelda's shoulders. "Eat already!" 
she shouted. While the lust crazed Amazon obeyed that 
command Elvira tore off a piece of the pie crust and 
leaned back to use it on

Esmerelda's own bush.

Mary heard two shouts of wild pleasure and ran under the 
table just in time to avoid a full size Elvira as she hit 
the floor. The now normal sized babysitter lay there not 
moving. 

"Are you alright?"

"Peachy." Elvira said wearily. Slowly she sat up.

"Where's Esmerelda?"

Elvira thought for a second, then opened her legs. Mary 
nearly fainted as, with a popping sound, a small Wonder 
Lass was pulled from Elvira's vagina.

"I guess we won't need that cold water anymore." Elvira 
said.

 
Well, the villain has been thwarted. The pies are all 
gone. Now Elvira can return to the safety(?) of Carrion 
Mansion. There Jeremy can tell her what effect Geta 
Radiation has on nanites. And why honey should be 
followed by Cherry, not Blueberry.

End. 


***************


Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode fourteen: Fairy Hazards

By Skytower 


"When I babysit I babysit alone. I like it that way, the 
kids like it that way, the parents who pay me like it 
that way. So everyone stay away and no one gets hurt. And 
this is to the tenth power when I'm at Carrion Mansion." 
Mindy had never taken her friend Elvira Peterson 
seriously when she said that. They were best friends 
after all. And anyway Elvira always exaggerated. Well 
almost always. It turned out that Elvira was dead 
serious. Jeremy and Helga Carrion were mad scientist. 
Jeremy had shrunk Elvira to doll size, while Helga had 
transformed Mindy into a fairy. Kidnapped by a group of 
mutated spider men, Mindy had barely avoided being 
sacrificed to their god. As we join her she has just 
flown out of the chimney. 

(c)1999 by Skytower

 

Mindy shot out of the chimneystack of Carrion Mansion 
like she'd been shot out of a cannon. Wings flapping 
wildly against the both the wind and the webbing 
entangling them, the mutated young woman careened out of 
control as she tore at the webbing that still clung to 
her hair and face. It took only a few minutes for her 
wings to tire. Soon she started back down, lurching from 
wind current to wind current. Her arms and legs wildly 
flailing as she sought something to grab. Mindy missed 
with her arms and legs but hit something with her 
stomach. 

Like running into a solid bar she hit a power line. 
Instinctively she wrapped her arm around it, tucking the 
wire into her armpit and locking her hands together. For 
a long while Mindy hung there, not really sure where she 
was. Eventually the panic faded. Her senses started to 
filter through to her mind and the mind started to work 
once more.

It was cold. Windy. The scent of rubber and car exhaust 
filled her nostrils. She could hear cars going by, and 
snatches of conversation. Lastly a creaking noise, 
irregular and mechanical. Slowly Mindy opened her eyes. 
Then quickly closed them again. After a moment she opened 
them and looked around once more. She was holding onto a 
power line above and intersection. Miles below (or so it

seemed) cars the size of buildings sped past. The 
creaking sound was the traffic light swaying slowly in 
the wind.

"I'm tiny." Mindy whispered, realizing that at a whisper 
even her voice was small. It had been different in the 
mansion, or even while she was captive of the spider men. 
But now she was outside. Mindy beheld the world as a 
sparrow would, and for the first time found herself 
wanting. Far away the solid cylindrical shape of the 
telephone pole, crossed with wooden beams to hold the 
wires, offered a small sanctuary. 

Her wings were still too tired to fly (how do I know 
that? she wondered. Do they feel tired... is it like my 
arms are tired?) so she started to inch her way to the 
pole arm over arm. As she crawled Mindy realized that her 
wings did feel like an arm or a leg. She could feel them, 
the wind on veins that ran through them, the slightly 
warmer parts where webbing still clung. They were a part 
of her.

"Helga deserves an A+ on that potion." she gasped out, 
getting closer to the pole. 

When Mindy reached the pole she climbed onto the wooden 
crossbeam. Her newly elongated toes gripped the weathered 
grain easily. After a moment Mindy stood up, feeling the 
strength in them. A wind sprang up, for a moment bending 
her over, but she quickly straightened up.

"Definitely an A+." she said. Spotting an bent nail 
sticking out of the main pole she walked over to it and 
turned around. Carefully she hooked the webbing onto the 
nail and slowly pulled it off. The webbing came off of 
her wings like a pair of wet slacks being pulled of her 
legs. Mindy used the nail to get the rest of the webbing 
off of her arms. Her hair was a different problem. The 
webbing was so enmeshed in it pulling out would take the 
hair with it. She settled for patting it into a sort of 
beehive hairdo.

Now what, Mindy thought, looking around. She was at the 
corner of Le Morte avenue and Paradise Drive. To her 
north along Le Morte lay Carrion Mansion. Just looking at 
the semi-gothic structure chilled her. South along Le 
Morte would take her past the cemetery to the secret 
military base no one was supposed to know about. West 
along Paradise would take her toward the farm lands that 
surrounded the town. East would take her into town and 
home.

"No way." Mindy said aloud. Her stepbrother had turned 15 
only a few months ago, and turned into an obnoxious macho 
jerk. For some reason he hung out with a bunch of 
seniors, the worst of her high school. When they got 
together it was like being in a locker room. Mindy, tall 
blonde and voluptuous was a magnet for them. So far it 
was only minor harassment, some of her underwear missing, 
a peephole drilled into the bathroom wall. But that was 
only because she could pick the punk up and throw him 
against the wall.

And in fact had done just that earlier that night. He had 
been trying to sneak a clock radio with a hidden camera 
into her room. That was the real reason for her visit to 
Carrion Mansion, despite Elvira's warnings. The 
atmosphere in her house was just too hot. She knew her 
mother loved her new husband, and she liked the guy. She 
had even liked her stepbrother until he started to act 
like bar scum.

The argument that was going to happen could possibly tear 
the family apart. Mindy had wanted some back up before 
that happened. After making sure her stepbrother was just 
unconscious, not dead, she had left a quick note saying 
she was staying with Elvira and left. 

Unfortunately she had no idea that she'd end up the night 
being turned into a fairy. Going home was out of the 
question. She didn't even want to think about what her 
little brother could do to her now. Helga had shrunk her, 
and made her toes and hands a little different, and of 
course there was the wings. But other than that Mindy was 
still beautiful, with long blonde hair, large breast and 
hips, and a classically featured face. One boy, trying to 
be romantic, had called her a Norse goddess come to life. 
But that was then when she was at her normal 5 feet 11 
inches. She was now tiny, vulnerable and naked.

"Might was well paint a target on my chest or wear a red 
shirt on Star Trek." Mindy said, hugging herself. 

That left only the farms, or the military base. Carrion 
Mansion was not an option in Mindy's opinion. A dog the 
size of a horse trotted by bellow her, sniffed at the 
telephone pole and passed on. Mindy realized the farms 
weren't a good place to go either. And the military base 
was pure suicide.

"El where are you." Mindy whined, leaning back against 
the pole. Quickly she pulled away from it the wood was 
rough on her wings. "She'll head home." Mindy said, 
thinking of her friend. "As soon as she gets out of what 
ever fix she's in she'll head home. Her sister knows 
about the shrinking, she'll put me up for the night." She 
looked down at herself. "And maybe have a spare Malibu 
Stacy outfit. Damn it, damn it, damn it! This is worse 
than when El talked me into streaking."

Steeling herself Mindy leapt off the pole and into the 
air. For a few heart-wrenching moments she didn't know 
how to fly, then something in her took over. Her legs 
spread out, the feet going straight and the toes 
spreading out as well. Her arms hung at her sides 
loosely. The arms and legs combined to keep her steady 
and Mindy found she could control her direction by moving 
them. Her body was tilted down at a 60 degree angle from 
the base of her wings. The wings didn't move straight up 
and down from her back, rather they moved in a rowing 
type of motion. Up, down at an angle and then back, 
keeping her aloft and providing forward motion at the 
same time.

While a part of Mindy's mind kept her going in the right 
direction, following the streets she had known all her 
life, another part of her was reveling in the flight. It 
was a cool night, and she could feel the wind flowing 
over ever part of her body. It caressed her, like a 
summer shower, or a gust of wind from a fan. The longer 
she flew the more natural it became to fly. Natural, but 
tiring. After a few blocks her body started to ache. It 
was almost like she'd been swimming too long. Desperate 
to avoid landing on the street Mindy slowly spiraled onto 
the branch of a tree. She lay on her stomach on the 
branch, taking in gulps of air.

"Well, I guess they are only a few hours old." Mindy 
said. Her voice sounded good to her, an assurance that 
she was till Mindy. "How did El handle this? How does she 
keep handling it... bad enough in a house, but..."

Mindy trailed off, looking at everything. Again it was 
thrust upon her how small she was. Sighing Mindy rested 
her head against the branch. Instantly she was lost in a 
wondrous world. Mindy felt the world ripple around her, 
then fade. She felt herself as a seed, burst open. She 
felt the sun for the first time as she broke through the 
ground. Glorious warmth and light. She felt herself go 
from soft to hard, felt leaves blossom and fall off, felt 
the small animals as they played, ate and loved on her. 
It was a dream, but one of those dreams you know is not 
really a dream.

"Yipe!" Mindy shouted, bolting up. Slowly she raised her 
hands to her face. She knew what would be there. With her 
fingers Mindy traced the antenna from her temples as they 
curved around her face, then extended from above the 
center of each eye. Delicate, yet strong at the same 
time.

She willed them to move.

They moved.

Mindy ran her hands along them, feeling both her fingers 
touching the antenna and the antenna touching her 
fingers. The skin was the same as hers, soft and silky. 
The tips were like the nipples of her breast. Indeed she 
felt an erotic thrill go through her body. The antennas 
were just long enough to see if she craned her eyes.

"A plus with extra credit." Mindy whispered.

A sound caught her attention. The sound of wings in 
flight, heard not with her ears, but through the 
vibrations in the air. Vibrations her antenna picked up 
because she was concentrating on them. Mindy looked up 
and in the ashen glare of a streetlight saw them. At 
first her mind refused to believe it, even after all 
she'd been through. But there they were. Three of the 
spider men, each mounted on a flying rat.

There are times when conscious thought is simply not an 
option. When even fear gives way to pure instinct. 
Mindy's instinct was to get as far away from the spider 
men as fast as possible. She launched herself into the 
air and took off in the direction she was facing. With a 
yell the spider men gave chase. Mindy flew desperately, 
wildly. Changing direction nearly every moment, following 
the random impulses of fate and chance. It didn't take 
her long to realize that it wasn't working. Her pursuers 
had fanned out into a wide triangle. Slowly they were 
forcing her into the center.

They're boxing me in, Mindy thought. At the same time the 
young girl became aware of how she could tell where the 
spider men were without looking behind her. Some how her 
antennas were giving her all the information she needed. 
It wasn't quite vision, nor was it really hearing. The 
sensation was like when she was swimming under water with 
her eyes closed and someone swam close to her. 

Still for all the novelty of her new senses the 
information they were supplying was terrifying. Two of 
the spider men had cast a web net between them. If she 
was caught in that net there would be no escape. And they 
were gaining on her. Despite the terror fueling her 
flight Mindy was beginning to tire. Her wings were aching 
once more. Pushing herself Mindy managed to get a little 
more speed, but only for a few moments. The ache in her 
wings changed to actual pain. She was slowing. Behind her 
the spider men howled with joy.

Their joy was cut short as Mindy suddenly dove. A bus was 
just pulling away from a stop light, picking up speed. 
With everything she had left Mindy dove for it. Behind 
her the spider men dropped the net and reached for bows. 
In seconds small missiles were whizzing around her. Mindy 
dodged them and made it to the bus, grabbing hold of the 
handle of the trap door on the top. Just as it pulled 
away she felt a stab of agony from her leg. One of the 
arrows had made it. The pain shattered her mind and she 
blacked out.

Mindy woke to the sound of arrows hitting the metal 
around her. She was still on the bus, her hands locked 
into a death grip on the handled of the trap door. Five 
or six arrows were in the metal around her. Mindy's 
stomach flipped as she saw the arrow sticking out of her 
leg. Almost fearfully she touched it, only to jerk her 
hand away at the pain. It was like having a splinter 
resting on a raw nerve. Steadying herself Mindy reached 
for the arrow again. Her fingers trembled uncontrollably 
as she they neared the wooden shaft. Tears flowed from 
her eyes. Swallowing the bile that rose in her throat she 
grabbed the arrow and jerked it out. 

She didn't scream. Mindy was proud of herself for that. 
Nor did she black out again, though to stay conscious was 
a struggle. Mindy looked at the arrow, marveling at the 
fact that it had been inside of her only a few moments 
before. It was wood, smoothly made with small runes 
burned into the shaft. A silver liquid stained it. Mindy 
looked down at her leg, knowing what she'd see. The wound 
in her leg was bleeding silver blood. She had silver 
blood. Silver with specks of gold. The shock was enough 
to make her giggle as her mind edged toward the abyss of 
insanity. The sight of the would sealing itself along 
with the fact that the pain faded as it did kept her 
sane. Mindy took a deep breath and tried to steady 
herself.

"A plus with high honors." Mindy said, choking the words 
out. She looked up at the spider men, reaching out with 
her enhanced senses. Her sight zoomed in like a camera. 
The spider men rode the rats without harness or bridle. 
They merely grasped the sides of their mounts with the 
tips of their feet. Mindy could hear the labored 
breathing of their mounts as they struggled to keep up 
with the bus. Either her hunters had abandoned trying to 
shoot her or they were out of arrows. Judging by the 
amount of arrows stuck into the metal around her Mindy 
guessed they were out of arrows. The rats, they were rats 
Mindy could tell that despite the wings were fat. The 
animals were too fat to fly really. Their arms and legs 
ended in fans, as did their tails. With the fans they 
rowed through the air, effortlessly. They each had sickly 
yellow eyes that glowed with corruption. 

"Impossible." Mindy said. Having flown herself Mindy knew 
it wasn't as easy as the old cartoons thought it was. You 
had to keep yourself in the air, you couldn't glide 
through it indefinitely. Even she, magically transformed 
as she was, had to obey the laws of aerodynamics. She 
studied the rats for a while, loosing herself in the 
puzzle while at the same time hopping the bus was an 
express. If it stopped they'd be on her.

"We have seen that the flight of dragons must have 
depended on their ability to make their bodies 
weightless, or almost weightless in air. To do this they 
needed to fill large cavities-cavities which in fact 
composed the major part of their body-structure-with a 
lighter than air gas."

The voice was Mindy's and it came from a memory of 
reading Dickinson's book on Draconian Studies. Mindy 
remembered the argument she'd had with Mr. Larson the 
science teacher about them. He'd ridiculed her arguments 
in front of the whole class and had been well on the way 
to reducing her to tears when Elvira...

Mindy shuddered and put the memory from her mind. 
Concentrate on the moment, she told herself. The spider 
men are out of arrows and you're fighting zeppelins. The 
bus slowed to a stop and Mindy took off again, only a 
small part of a plan in her mind. 

She flew up, not straight up, but up at an ever 
increasing angle. Behind and below her the spider men 
sounded a horn and urged their mounts onward. The rats 
expanded, growing fatter as they rose. Mindy didn't know 
how high she could go (for that matter she wasn't sure 
she wanted to find out), but she guessed the rats could 
go higher. She didn't know if they could go faster, but 
after a few minutes she realized they could. Almost 
double their original size the rats climbed higher with 
each beat of their wings. She could hear them snarl with 
hatred and blood lust. The spider men had cast another 
net and they too yelled with savage need.

"If I can't go up..." Mindy said. Turning she dived with 
all her might. The web net lay before her, a deadly bed 
of deceptively soft silk. At the last instant Mindy 
closed her wings to her body and dived through. The 
webbing caught at her skin and wings and held, but her 
momentum pulled it, pulling the rats together. Being 
essentially balloons, Mindy guessed they wouldn't hold 
formation if she pulled hard enough. She was right and 
the rats were pulled into each other. 

Wings tangled and the spider men strove in vain to 
control their mounts, as the rats turned on each other in 
primitive fury. They lost their grips on the net and 
Mindy dove once more. But the webbing was fouling her 
wings and the transformed young girl could manage no more 
than a barely controlled glide. A glide that was moving 
her closer and closer to the ground with each second.

 

Can Mindy halt her fall? If so can she escape the spider 
men? And if she can do both will Elvira's little sister 
have a spare Malibu Stacy outfit? Meanwhile what are 
Jeremy and Helga up to? Stay tuned.

 
***************



Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode fifteen: Strange Encounters in High School

By Skytower 



"When I babysit I babysit alone. I like it that way, the 
kids like it that way, the parents who pay me like it 
that way. So everyone stay away and no one gets hurt. And 
this is to the tenth power when I'm at Carrion Mansion." 

Mindy had never taken her friend Elvira Peterson 
seriously when she said that. They were best friends 
after all. And anyway Elvira always exaggerated. Well 
almost always. It turned out that Elvira was dead 
serious. Jeremy and Helga Carrion were mad scientist. 
Jeremy had shrunk Elvira to doll size, while Helga had 
transformed Mindy into a fairy. Kidnapped by a group of 
mutated spider men, Mindy had barely avoided being 
sacrificed to their god. She escaped into the night but 
they followed on flying rats. Mindy managed to escape 
from them, but not before tangling her wings with 
webbing. As we join the transformed girl she is falling 
to Earth.

    (c)1999 By Skytower

 

Mindy McConnell liked to swim, but she hated to dive. 
Mindy had often told her best friend Elvira that you 
could never be sure if the water would be there between 
the time you left the board and the time you were 
actually supposed to hit it. Truthfully her worst 
nightmare was falling into a deep black pit and never 
hitting the bottom.

Her current situation came as close to her nightmare as 
she ever wanted to. Her wings were tangled in a silken 
web, she was barely able to keep them straight, much less 
move them. Panic was eating at the edges of her mind, 
making it even harder to turn her fall into a glide. But 
she was doing it anyway. Slowly she caught the air 
currents, turning, bending and twisting her way into a 
long easy slope. It worked and she started to relax.

Until she realized there was a large building in her way.

Mindy didn't know how strong her new body was, she'd only 
had it a few hours after all. A few hours during which 
she had been drugged, nearly sacrificed and chased by 
flying rats. To end that by slamming into a building like 
Wyle E. Coyote, was not something the transformed girl 
was going to let happen. With strength born partly of 
anger, partly of fear she willed her wings to move. Mindy 
cleared the edge of the building by millimeters, twisting 
her body like a pole-vaulter. Once she was clear her 
wings gave out entirely and she landed on the roof, 
rolling until her momentum gave out.

At that point Mindy wanted nothing more from life than to 
lay down and rest. She had felt pain from each of the 
beach ball sized gravel rocks as she rolled. Her wings 
were so sore it hurt to think about

them. But it wasn't over yet, she had to get under cover. 
Struggling to her feet Mindy staggered over to a 
partially open skylight. The skylight had a rubber border 
and the transformed young girl fell against it and lay 
there, gasping for air. She tried to get up, but her body 
simply refused to move. All it did in response to her 
minds frantic commands was tremble. Giving up Mindy 
slumped down, resting her head on the rubber. At least 
she was off the gravel.

It took a few minutes for Mindy to get her wind back. 
While she did her antenna searched the air. They found 
nothing. Either the spider men and their mounts had 
crashed or they were being very quiet.

Okay, she thought, they're gone. Now where am I?

There was no way to recall the path she had flown, it had 
been random and Mindy had not been in a mood to take down 
notes. A wave of panic rose in her. What if she was lost? 
The panic met her exhaustion and was defeated. There was 
no way she could be in a worse situation than being 
caught by the spider men. Slowly Mindy got to her knees, 
then to her feet. She looked around, not recognizing 
anything. It was a dark rooftop. Over the edge shown the 
streetlights, but below the edge were only dark and 
darker forms. Mindy turned around and looked into the 
skylight.

"Hoo-yah!" she whispered. Her stomach tightened, her 
wings quivered and she could feel her antenna stiffen. 
She was on top of her own high school. Below her was the 
gym showers. They were in use

by the basketball team. Her present predicament, her pain 
and everything else faded from Mindy's mind. There were 
about twenty of them, all in the shower, all naked. Nary 
a jock strap, underwear nor even a towel was to be seen. 
Mindy walked the hallways with these boys all the time, 
talked to some of them. Now...

"Wow!" Never had she seen so many penis (penis's? peni? A 
part of her wondered what the right way to say it was) in 
one place. "They do flop around when guys walk." Mindy 
said. "That's ten bucks you owe me El."

Slowly Mindy climbed through the skylight and slid down a 
pipe to stand on the top of a fluorescent light fixture. 
She stared down at them, marveling at the sheer quantity 
of flesh. It wasn't as if she hadn't seen a naked guy 
before, she had cable after all. But these were guys she 
knew, classmates, occasional teammates. To see them like 
this, now, was a complete shock. Mindy normally stood at 
five feet eleven inches, in high school she usually 
didn't have to look up at a boy. But now...

"Inches to feet!" she whispered.

Her mind dead to everything but what her eyes saw Mindy 
watched the boys' shower. When the last one left she 
walked to the edge of the fixture. From there Mindy was 
able to see them dry off and get dressed. Somehow seeing 
the guys dress was more exiting to her than seeing them 
naked. Mindy had to fight the feelings in her body, at 
one point she almost cried out. Controlling herself the 
transformed young girl hoped her passion was the result 
of Helga's potion.

"Mindy McConnel is mine tomorrow." someone declared. 
Curious Mindy edged over a bit more to see who was 
talking. 

"Not gonna happen." someone argued.

Just around the corner were Oliver Douglas and Arnold 
Zyphyl.

"I'm telling you Mindy is mine tomorrow night."

He's dreaming, Mindy thought.

"You're dreaming." Arnold confirmed.

Oliver flexed his muscles as if posing for a playgirl 
shot. He had a good body. Actually Mindy had to admit he 
had a great body. He stood 6 feet tall, slim and well 
chiseled. Dark brown hair, square jaw, hazel eyes and 
good white teeth. And seeing him naked Mindy realized his 
boast of penis size was not really exaggerated. Oliver 
was physically perfect. Trouble was, as Elvira often 
said, he had the mind of

Andrew Dice Clay. 

"Hey, I got her brother, I got her."

They both laughed.

"Yea." Arnold said. Though not as good looking as Oliver, 
he had a brooding, dangerous type of face. Black hair, 
gray eyes, more of a round jaw and a body that was nearly 
as chiseled as his friends. His penis was a bit smaller, 
Mindy noticed, despite his claims. "I still can't get the 
look on that snot's face when he pulled the trigger."

Trigger?

"Yea." Oliver said. "I watched the tape the other night." 
he mocked shooting a gun with a scared face. "Blam, 
blam."

"Cops are still trying to figure out who put wholes in 
their car."

They both laughed while a cold fury built up in Mindy. 
She'd had her problems with Robin, but she never thought 
he was this bad. Her mother was going to hear about this.

"I still say the little punk is not going to give you his 
sister."

"Hey, he got the bra didn't he? He tried to put that 
camera in the ceiling."

"Yea, I don't know who he was more scared of that day, 
you or his sister."

They both nearly broke down laughing and Mindy had to 
grasp the light fixture with both hands to keep focused. 
It wasn't only Arnold and Oliver, it was the fact that 
all around them were boys. Boys she once thought of as 
friends, or at least not enemies. All of them were 
listening, but none of them were protesting. She doubted 
this was the first time Oliver and Arnold had mouthed 
off. Not one person had warned her.

"Her then, me now." Oliver said. "And this time I gave 
him the clock camera. He puts it in for a weekend, I take 
the pictures out, and she's mine. Or she's on the net."

"So that's it." Mindy whispered, suddenly understanding 
her stepbrother a little better. She traced his obnoxious 
behavior back and suddenly remembered one night he'd 
snuck home a little drunk. It had been a few days after 
she'd cut Oliver down to size in the school lunchroom. 
They had been on one date, or rather she'd been on a 
date, from the way he told it he'd been to the Playboy 
mansion. Mindy had cut him to shreds and left everyone 
laughing at him.

"Got to watch out for her pal." Arnold said. "Remember 
Elvira."

"That dyke." Oliver said, dismissing Elvira with a wave 
of his hand.

"Hey she's dangerous. You weren't here last year when she 
took on Sam Drucker." Arnold let out a long breath. "I 
never saw anyone do that with a hockey skate before."

"Hey." Oliver said, combing his hair. "Not only will I 
get the big Mindy, I'll use her to get Elvira. Show her 
what a real man is."

With a cold fury Mindy watched them finish dressing and 
leave. The rage stayed with her as the other boys dressed 
and left. She watched until they were all gone, 
everything else forgotten. It was only after the last one 
had gone and the door closed did Mindy's mind start 
working again.

"Idiot!" she cursed. Luckily the steam from all the 
showers had melted most of the webbing and Mindy was able 
to clear her wings with her hands. Her wings felt fine so 
at least she seemed to recover quickly. Once she was sure 
they were strong enough took off and looked for another 
way out of the room. There wasn't any, at least none she 
could use. The doors were too big to open. The heating 
vent was screened. All the windows except the skylight 
were closed. She was trapped.

"What to do?" she asked the empty room, sitting down on a 
bench and hugging herself. Somehow hearing her own voice 
was reassuring. Rage competed with worry in her mind. 
With an effort she put down the rage, there would be time 
enough to deal with Oliver Douglas when she was tall 
enough to tear his head off. Mindy closed her eyes and 
took ten deep breaths. Then she opened them again.

"Well, I could try El's way of growing. But no, even if 
it worked I'd still be trapped. Worse I'd be trapped, 
naked in the boys showers." she shuddered. "I could try 
to stick it out here until Monday. Then

I'd be small and naked and in the boys shower. Damn him, 
if he was in that sort of trouble he could have come to 
me. Now Oliver will tear him to shreds. Unless I get big 
again, somehow."

Mindy stood up and looked at the skylight. She had to get 
to Elvira's house, spider men or no. Steeling her self, 
Mindy leapt up and flew to the skylight. Cautiously she 
peered through the opening.

The spider men were there. On the far ledge two of them 
tended to the rats, who looked slightly the worse for 
wear. The fight had hurt them, Mindy saw one of the 
spider men wrap webbing around a wound on the rats side. 
The third spider man walked slowly across the roof. Head 
bent to the gravel he used a match to light his way.

He was tracking her Mindy realized, and from the way he 
picked up a piece of gravel and studied it, she guessed 
he was good at it.

With a call the spider man beckoned his companions over 
to him. They left the rats to crowd around the rock he 
held. Suddenly each of them turned and looked at a 
different part of the roof. Not at her, Mindy realized, 
but at the south end of the building. Something scampered 
over there, she could see a small form in the shadows.

With a yell the spider men were off. Once she was sure 
they weren't going to look back Mindy took off. Her plan 
was to fly high enough to get a direct line of sight to 
Elvira's house, then glide her way there.

"Sorry mouse." she whispered, fighting down her guilt.

"Owe...Help..."

Mindy stopped in mid climb. That was no mouse. She looked 
back, her antenna giving her a vague image of what was 
happening in the shadows. The spider men had a small 
human figure down and were wrapping him or her up.

"How many shrunken people are there in this town?" Mindy 
asked before diving into the melee. That she was charging 
into the very trio that had terrified her a few moments 
ago was completely lost on the young girl. Elvira called 
it; "Just being Mindy." Mindy was the type of person who 
picked worms up off the sidewalk after it rained and put 
them back on the grass. She had once charged a bulldozer, 
goalie stick in hand, when the driver seemed uncaring of 
the rabbit family he was displacing. 

She wasn't afraid of them anymore. She was mad at them. 
Fear turned to rage was a deadly equation in Mindy. In 
the few seconds it took her to reach the spider men that 
rage consumed her. Giving her best; "Callisto" roar she 
attacked.

The spider men started to turn when they heard the 
screech, but by then she was on them. Her elongated toes 
curled into a tight fist, she hit the first one at the 
point where his arachnid and human halves merged. He went 
down convulsing but Mindy never saw it, she was onto the 
second target. A full chop to the throat followed by a 
stab at his eyes sent the spider man staggering back. 

The third spider man grabbed her wings and twisted, 
forcing Mindy to her knees. Enraged she kicked back and 
felt him give way. Spinning around she kicked him where 
the webbing came out, then slammed her palm into his 
nose. There was a satisfying crack and he staggered back, 
but only for a moment. 

Ignoring the pain he charged her. At the same time 
another foe grabbed her legs. Mindy fell over backward 
and each of the spider men grabbed for a limb. The young 
girl snarled and embraced the wolverine like rage within 
her. Her fingers seemed to turn to claws as they tore at 
her foes. A leg came near her face and she lurched 
forward and bit into it. 

Mindy was fighting blind in he half darkness but it 
didn't matter. Somehow she knew the spider men didn't 
have a chance. She might have been wrong of course. It 
might have been the battle rage, but the battle was cut 
off before she found out.

A horn sounded, freezing them all. The spider man who 
hadn't joined the battle was standing on the edge of the 
building. Again he sounded his horn. There was a more 
desperate note to it now. At once the spider men 
abandoned Mindy and scuttled across the roof to their 
mounts. In less than 30 seconds they were dwindling in 
the distance. Mindy lay on the ground taking in deep 
gulps of air, her rage fading. In its place was a cold 
sinking feeling.

"I've never been that mad before." Mindy whispered 
feeling her whole body tremble. "Helga what did you do to 
me?"

It had to have been the potion, Mindy couldn't believe 
she could get that mad on her own. She hadn't even been 
that mad at Oliver. Slowly she sat up, taking stock. 
Though she couldn't see them Mindy could tell there were 
deep welts over every part of her body that could be 
hurt. Idly she wondered what had scared the spider men.

"Well they are kinda small." she said, standing up. 
Standing up reminded Mindy that she was just as small. 
Suddenly, fearfully, she searched the night sky. Nothing 
could be seen.

"Help... please."

"Oh yea." Mindy trotted over to the fallen figure. "It's 
ok." she said. "Those guys are gone. She was a girl, 
Mindy could tell that from the voice.

"I can't feel my legs." the girl said, some panic in her 
voice.

"Yea, it's that webbing stuff, it acts like novocaine." 
Mindy helped her sit up. The girl was surprisingly light. 
Or maybe I'm stronger now, Mindy reflected silently. "I 
think it'll dissolve in water."

"Good, I got a pool downstairs, sort of."

"A pool? Can't be the high school pool, that's been 
closed every since that big monster..."

"Mindy?" the girl asked, interrupting her.

"Yea, do I know you?"

"It's me Calliope."

"Umm..."

"Calliope McCoy, I sit behind you in Miss Brooks advanced 
English class.

"Ahh..." Mindy desperately search her memory. She'd 
gotten into the advanced English class to learn creative 
writing. It was mixed class, full of kids two years 
younger and a year older than she was. Into her mind 
popped the picture of a petite Asian handing her a 
pencil. "Oh yea, Calliope."

"That was great the way you handled those spider things. 
How'd you get turned into a fairy?"

"I helped Elvira on a babysitting job."

"Whoa, that's dangerous."

"No kidding." Mindy said. "How'd you get shrunk?"

"My evil aunt cursed me." Calliope said matter-of-factly. 
"We better get inside, that horn sounding means there's 
an owl on the prowl."

"Right. How?"

"Over there," Calliope said, "at the base of the air 
vent."

Mindy picked the small girl up in her arms and walked 
over to the vent. Calliope rested her head against 
Mindy's breast, sighing gratefully.

"Well we're here." Mindy said, stopping in front of the 
vent. At her size it looked an atlas rocket.

"Bang on it twice." Calliope said.

Mindy did so and a small door opened up. Peering in Mindy 
saw a set of Christmas tree lights and a rope ladder.

"How long have you been doing this?" Mindy asked, 
surprise plain in her voice.

"About two years." Calliope snuggled in closer and Mindy 
began to get a little uncomfortable. The girl seemed to 
be deliberately rubbing against her chest. And for some 
reason her chest was responding. "Can you handle the 
ladder?"

"No need." Stepping in the vent Mindy flapped her wings 
and they slowly descended. She was showing off and she 
knew it, but she couldn't help it. "How far down?"

"Just follow the lights."

It only took a few minutes for the two tiny girls to 
travel through the vents. Mindy stayed silent, 
concentrating on her flying. Calliope seemed almost to 
purr in her arms. The Christmas tree lights ended at 
another small door. Mindy pushed it open and glided into 
her science class.

If nothing else had brought the surrealism of her 
situation home to Mindy this did. She had walked into 
science class nearly every school day for three years. It 
was a normal room, with long tables topped with black 
stone. Stools substituted for chairs. The walls were dull 
gray with streaks of rust and water damage. A cracked 
blackboard ran the length of the room. Windows with wire 
lined glass looked out on the schoolyard.

At the front of the room was the teachers table and 
behind that a door into her office. In the back of the 
room were small cubbyholes, some with doors, some 
without. On every table were at least one Bunsen burner 
and assorted bottles and flask. Mindy had never really 
given the room a second glance, despite her fondness for 
science.

But now the room dwarfed her. The tables were football 
fields set on highway supports, the stools looked like 
giant radio antennas. Worn wood floors that she had 
walked over without a thought stretched out before her 
like the Great Plains. Mindy swallowed.

"The table in the front." Calliope said.

Flying through the room was somehow more reassuring to 
the transformed young girl. Possibly it was because she 
flew at what would have been eye level. She landed on the 
table to find a mini deck chair, small lcd tv and a Ritz 
cracker the size of a birthday cake. Mindy carried 
Calliope past all of these to the tables built in sink. A 
dripping faucet let drop after drop into the sink. It was 
half full and with each drop a pool chair in it bobbed up 
and down. Without a word Mindy dropped Calliope into the 
water and then sat down, her mind handling the next 
shock.

Calliope was not human, at least not fully human. Though 
Mindy only had a vague recollection of the person who sat 
behind her in English class, she knew for a fact that 
that person did not have a tail. Nor did she have large 
mouse-like ears. But Calliope did. Mindy watched her 
swim, transfixed by the... What was she? 

Calliope had raven black hair that was cut into a sort of 
Beatles like mop top with straight bangs above her eyes. 
Her eyes were slanted, Mindy remembered she was Asian in 
her human form, but wider than a normal persons. She had 
a little bit of a snout, with a cute little pink nose. 
All of this was on a round cheerful face. 

Her body was wide, with small breast with pointy little 
nipples (which Mindy could see when Calliope removed the 
nicely embroidered vest she had been wearing) and short 
legs. Her hands and feet were not quite human, being 
longer and... well mouse-like. Calliope's tail was almost 
as long as her legs, black and seemingly covered with 
velvet. When she did the backstroke Mindy saw a neat 
triangle of black hair between her legs.

"You ok?" Calliope asked, noticing that Mindy was staring 
at her.

"What are you?" Mindy blurted out, not able to take her 
eyes off the small swimming creature.

"I'm a were-mouse, Duh."

"Oh."

"Come on in, you look like you could use a bath too."

"Uh, no thanks, I don't think the wings were made for 
swimming."

"Oh yea. Hey I got an idea." Calliope swam over to the 
side and pulled her self up onto the table. Carefully 
keeping her tail off the tabletop, she walked over to the 
faucet and pushed a few buttons. The water started to 
drain from the sink while the faucet turned on to a light 
sprinkle. "We'll just give the water time to drain."

"How'd you become a were-mouse?"

"Oh, well about two years ago my dad, he's an inventor, 
was working on his time machine and he needed some money. 
So he calls his sister and she's like really into the 
idea, but when it works she only wants to go back and 
pick up the Mona Lisa, or some crown jewels or junk like 
that. My dad says no and she and him and my mom have this 
really huge fight. My aunt locks them both in the machine 
and takes them back to dinosaur days, but then when she 
gets back it breaks on her. So she figures I might cause 
trouble so she curses me, and now every month instead of 
getting my period I change into a were-mouse for a week 
or two. My aunts like WAY evil. Waters drained."

Mindy's mouth hung open in shock. Both at the way 
Calliope described the events, as if they happened to 
everyone, and that she went through the entire story 
without taking a breath.

"Come on." Calliope said, pulling her into the sink. With 
the water gone Mindy could see there was a plastic strip 
forming a ramp to the bottom of the sink. As she walked 
Mindy realized it was a ruler. "We should get that web 
stuff out of your hair before it gets really gross."

"Don't you miss your parents?"

"Sure, but my dad was the only one who knew about the 
time machine." Calliope pulled Mindy under the water. 
"And my mom always told me to go with the flow, things'll 
get better. Besides I like being a mouse sometimes."

"You do?"

"Uh-huh. Man this stuff is gooey. Wait here."

Feeling the water on her wings was a totally new 
experience for Mindy. She felt her wings stiffen then 
spread out. It felt a little like being sprayed with a 
garden hose on an extremely soft, though coarse, setting. 
She could feel every drop. Surprisingly it didn't feel 
that bad.

"Here we go." Calliope said, coming back down the ramp. 
She held something cupped in her hands. "Kneel down will 
ya?" 

She knelt and Calliope opened her hands to let the 
shampoo flow into her hair. Mindy closed her eyes as the 
were-mouse began to massage the liquid into her hair.

"I usually keep this around for myself, you can't imagine 
how hard it is to keep a tail clean."

"Mmmn." Mindy hummed. She was starting to feel strange. 
Her stomach tightened, her mouth went dry. She could feel 
her antenna begin to stiffen. Of their own accord her 
arms came up and rested on Calliope's thighs. A wave of 
lust was rising in her, but Mindy felt no need to control 
it. Her mind had fogged over, as if she was half-asleep 
and having an erotic dream.

"Let's rinse." Calliope said, pulling Mindy fully under 
the water stream. Mindy stumbled forward, feeling the 
full power of the water hit her wings. She felt the 
webbing and shampoo flow off of her head and body. When 
the transformed girl looked back up at Calliope there was 
a strange look in her eyes.

"These are nice." Calliope said, fingering Mindy's 
antenna. An erotic thrill went through Mindy's body.

"Yea." she agreed quietly.

Calliope ran her fingers to the base of the antenna, then 
reached over and kissed them. Mindy gave a soft moan as 
the were-mouse took one of the antennas into her mouth. 
Her wings quivered. Calliope's tail reached around and 
began to rub against Mindy's vagina. 

Not willing to let her do all the work Mindy took 
Calliope's breast into her mouth, running her tongue over 
the nipple. Interlocked the two of them stumbled up the 
ramp to land on the towel. By that time Calliope was 
taking one of Mindy's antenna into her mouth as if she 
was giving a blow job. (and a part of Mindy wondered if 
this was what that felt like) While her other hand was 
stroking the other antenna up and down and playing with 
the tip. 

Mindy had one of Calliope's breast almost all the way 
into her mouth and was playing with the nipple. Her hand 
kneaded mouse's other breast while her other hand gently 
probed Calliope's pussy. Meanwhile Calliope's tail had 
found it's way into Mindy's own

pussy and was playfully searching for a sensitive spot. 
When the tail found the spot Mindy's mind exploded. It 
wasn't an orgasm as she had known them, the feeling went 
far beyond that. It was as if the entire cosmos was laid 
out at her feet. Mindy spent days exploring the beauty of 
creation, then returned to her body. Easing Calliope down 
Mindy pulled her antenna from the were-mouses mouth and 
slowly dragged them down Calliope's body.

Calliope lay on the towel, her tail whipping back and 
forth. Her hands reached up to caress her own breast. 
Mindy eased the were-mouses legs open and slowly bent 
toward the black bush of hair. She didn't lick, as 
Calliope expected, rather she pried the pussy lips apart 
and eased one of her antenna into the opening.

Now it was Calliope's turn to experience unity with the 
universe. Her body was paralyzed with pleasure, only her 
tail quivering. First Mindy used one antenna, then the 
other. Pulling them in and out to the rhythms that only 
she and Calliope could sense. Mindy felt the were-mouses 
juices flow, and her antenna translated that feeling into 
near taste levels. Even stiff the antennas were 
incredibly maneuverable.

Mindy searched Calliope's womb even as she pulled the 
antenna in and out. After a blissful time Mindy pulled 
her wet antenna out of Calliope's vagina and worked her 
way back up the were-mouses body. Calliope needed no 
urging once the antenna were within reach of her mouth. 
First she sucked one, then the other. Her tail once again 
penetrated Mindy's pussy, even as Mindy's elongated 
fingers reached into hers. Mindy's wings started to flap, 
raising a whirlwind all

around them. The towel rose around them and fell back, 
matching their rhythm. When at last both women crested 
Mindy's wings pulled them a foot above the table. They 
hovered there for a time, dangling

on the ledge of infinity. Then slowly Mindy lowered them 
as their euphoric souls returned to their bodies.



Well, now that Mindy has had a break, what will she do 
now? She still has to get to Elvira's house, get a new 
outfit, get back to Carrion Mansion, grow, talk to her 
little brother and tear Oliver's arms off and beat him to 
death with them. Plus it would be a good idea to avoid 
Calliope's; "WAY evil"; aunt.




***********


Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode sixteen: Subway Revelations

By Skytower 



Mindy had caught her brother trying to hide a hidden 
camera in her room. After throwing him against a wall she 
had sought the advice of Elvira Peterson. Unfortunately 
Elvira was babysitting at Carrion

Mansion. Caught by Uncle Frank the Invisible Tickler, 
Mindy was freed only to be changed into a fairy by Helga 
Carrion. Captured by spider men Mindy was nearly 
sacrificed, but escaped. Pursued by them to her high 
school Mindy battled the spider men to save Calliope 
McCoy, a young were-mouse. After the fight Calliope took 
Mindy to the science room. There Calliope helped Mindy 
was away the dirt and webbing from the fight. During the 
bathing the two also made love. 

(c)1999 by Skytower

 

Mindy McConnell awoke slowly, with an internal argument 
raging with in her.

I am not gay, she told herself.

You've just made love to a girl, herself answered.

She's a were-mouse, not a human, at least not now.

So you've made love outside your species, herself 
replied, do you really want to go there?

I've made love to a woman, Mindy agreed. But I'm a fairy 
now, so it's ok.

Right.

The sarcastic tone of her self angered Mindy.

Look it had to have been because I'm a fairy, I've never 
had these feelings before. 

Never?

Well, okay, but I was trapped naked on an alien spaceship 
with Pam Anderson, and she was naked too, and Elvira 
agreed with me, there's no way I could have avoided those 
feelings in that sort of situation.

You enjoyed it, herself said, playing the trump card in 
their argument.

That was true, Mindy had to admit that. The levels of 
amour she reached with Calliope were miles beyond 
anything she had ever felt. Mindy had known passion in 
her life. She'd had boyfriends, had sex with two of them 
(or one of them, the other one was an alien in disguise 
and, as stated, Mindy wasn't going to go there), but the 
sheer animal lust she'd felt with the were-mouse...

If you could have plugged us in you would have lit up the 
country, Mindy thought. So maybe I do have those feelings 
for some women now that I'm a fairy.

Good, herself said approvingly. Now wake up.

"What?" Mindy mumbled, that last part hadn't sounded like 
her. She also wasn't mumbling because she was sleepy, 
someone had a hand over her mouth. Mindy came awake and 
started to sit up, only to be held by Calliope. The were-
mouse put her tail in front of her mouth, signaling 
quiet. Then she used it to point to the window. Mindy 
looked over to see shapes crawling along the glass.

"Those spider guys must really want you." Calliope 
whispered, motioning Mindy over to the edge of the table. 
Calliope was wearing a pair of blue shorts with matching 
halter. Calliope was almost human, but her mouse like 
ears, small snout with cute little nose and her tail 
proved she was a were-mouse. Her Asian style eyes looked 
at Mindy with respect. "I've never seen them chance an 
owl before."

"They think sacrificing me can bring back their god." 
Mindy whispered, following her. Mindy was taller than 
Calliope, her body a full feature of societies standards 
of beauty. Wide hips, large breast with large nipples, 
long blonde hair and blue eyes. 

"Wow! Would it work?"

"No!" Mindy started to shout then held her voice down. 
"No, their god isn't even a god, it's some crazy aunt."

"Oh." Calliope sounded disappointed. "Well as long as 
their out there we'll have to use the subway."

"Why do we have to go, can they get in here?" Mindy had 
always felt safe in school, risking another trip outside 
frightened her.

"You want to take a chance that they can't?"

"No." Mindy said after a pause. Then Calliope's words 
came back to her.

"What subway?"

"Come on, I'll show you."

Nimbly Calliope climbed down the table leg. Mindy 
followed, uncertain but unwilling to let her only ally in 
this shrunken world out of her sight. As naturally as 
walking she flew down to the floor. Calliope led them 
across the room to a loose section of the baseboard. 
Pushing at one spot revealed a doorway. Only darkness lay 
beyond until the were-mouse reached in and pushed a 
button. A line of

Christmas tree lights led the way. They revealed a dusty 
corridor, lined with old dry wooded beams, plaster that 
seemed to ooze through worn strapping boards and large 
spike like nails. Eerily lit up with the bright holiday 
colors of green, red and blue. 

Mindy took an involuntary step backward. The corridor 
reminded her of some distorted carnival funhouse.

"Come on." Calliope said, taking her hand. "The mice 
won't bother us."

While the mention of mice disturbed Mindy it was the 
slight tapping on the window that decided her. Wings 
quivering with fright she allowed the were-mouse to lead 
her into the wall.

"You built this?" Mindy asked as they walked.

"Nah, some little striped guys used to live here, until 
they fixed their space ship."

"Space ship?"

"Yea." They had stopped at another door. Calliope pulled 
it open revealing an old fashioned mine shaft elevator. 
"You remember last year when we had that big earthquake?"

"Do I." Mindy exclaimed, following her into the elevator. 
She had been in the girl's shower at the time along with 
the rest of the hockey team. The mass exodus, sans 
clothing, that resulted from that day was legendary in 
school history. "That was them?"

"Yea, they used some sort of warp/displacement drive, it 
looked really pretty." Calliope closed the door and 
pushed the bottom button on a panel. Smoothly the 
elevator descended. "It really shook things

up though."

"Great, more aliens." Mindy muttered, wondering how many 
more extra terrestrials had visited her town.

"What?"

"Nothing." Mindy said quickly. That she had made love to 
an alien was one of Mindy's deepest secrets. "So your 
saying little blue aliens built an subway under the 
ground? And their spaceship was under our high school?"

"Yep. Well actually they were here first. A couple of 
hundred years ago their ship crashed into an old pagan 
temple. There was so much damage the ships computer put 
the crew into stasis while it's auto repair got to work. 
But when they built the high school the vibrations broke 
the stasis unit. The Stripes, that's what I called them, 
had to stay awake and fix the ship."

"They built our high school over the remains of a UFO and 
a pagan temple." Mindy said, leaning against the smooth 
metal of the car.

"Explains a lot, doesn't." Calliope said.

"Mmmm." Mindy nodded.

"They were pretty hard up for parts for the first thirty 
years, but then last summer that giant turtle showed up."

"The fire breathing one that fought the giant robot?"

"Yea. After he and that big robot fought I went out with 
Strippy (she pronounced the name affectionately with a 
long "I" sound and Mindy wondered just how close Calliope 
had gotten with the aliens) and grabbed a lot of the 
wreckage. After that fixing the ship was easy."

They could have picked a better time to lift off Mindy 
thought, remembering shivering for nearly an hour huddled 
behind some bushes with the rest of the team. Elvira, 
finally fed up with waiting for some sort of help, had 
grabbed her hockey stick and told the team to wait. The 
door to the school was rubble at that point, and if there 
were any emergency crews around they were busy. 

Growling Elvira walked out of the bushes, two blocks to 
Ruth's Frock Shop and grabbed some cloths. Mindy still 
remembered her friend walking back carrying the cloths 
and noticing some blood on her hockey stick. No one ever 
asked about it and Elvira never volunteered any 
information. But the hockey team that night had been the 
best-dressed victims of an Earthquake the town had ever 
seen.

"They wanted to take me with them but I don't stay this 
size for more than one week per month."

"Couldn't they have helped you against your evil aunt?"

"Nah, they seemed to think she was bringing me up right. 
A cultural thing I guess."

The elevator car stopped and Calliope opened the door. 
Lights came on, letting Mindy see where they were. It was 
large, almost cavernous chamber. Mindy guessed it was 
nearly 20 feet long by 25 feet wide. At her current 
height Mindy felt as if she was looking at the place 
through the wrong end of a telescope. A quarter of the 
way up was oddly placed beams, ropes and wires. They 
formed an outline of a roughly spherical shape. 

"They had the ship up there." Calliope said. She walked 
over to a raised platform and Mindy followed her, staying 
close. The floor of the deserted dry-dock was a tangle of 
discarded equipment, packages and toys.

"Why all the toys?"

"They were the right size to do the work, after a little 
modification."

She stopped in front of the wall and touched a button. 
Instantly a screen light up, showing a map of the town. 
The streets were black, the houses outlined and color 
coded red, green and black. Overlaying the map was a 
series of bright yellow lines.

"Yellow's the color we can take."

"Lotta tunnels." Mindy said, realizing the yellow lines 
covered nearly the entire town. "What about the houses, 
why the different colors?"

"Safety. Red's okay, green's proceed with caution and 
black is no-way-in-hell. I figure we can hold up in the 
Zoo for a few days, I have some friends in the reptile 
house. The spider guys don't mess with them."

"A few days? Calliope I don't have a few days. My parents 
will be missing me soon, and I've got a little brother in 
a lot of trouble."

"Huh. Well, okay where do you want to go?"

"Do these tunnels go anywhere near Carion Mansion?"

"Uh-uh, no way." Calliope pointed to the far end of the 
map. Not only was the mansion black but there was a black 
circle with a line next to it and an exclamation point. 
She sighed again. "Not even Strippy was brave enough to 
go there."

"You miss him." Mindy asked.

"Yea." Calliope said, leaning into her. "He was a dream." 
She blushed slightly. "And hot!"

"He was humanoid then?"

"Sometimes." Calliope said, shaking herself out of her 
reverie. "Well if we can't go to Carrion Mansion how 
about your place?"

"Not when I'm this small and naked."

"I thought your brother needed help?"

"My brother's being blackmailed by Oliver Douglass, if my 
brother doesn't get him a naked picture of me he goes to 
jail."

"That's mean." Calliope said.

"Can we get to Elvira's house?"

"Where's that?"

"1304 Mockingbird lane."

"Closest place we can get to is 1313." Calliope said. 
"It's marked in green so it should be ok."

"Ok, let's head there."

"Great, let me call up the car."

"Car?"

Calliope pushed a button and a silver Malibu Stacy 1959 
Thunderbird zoomed out of the shadows and stopped by the 
platform. With a yell Calliope somersaulted into the 
drivers seat.

There had never been seat belts put into the Malibu Stacy 
Thunderbird. Mindy quickly came to realize that this was 
a serious design flaw. Calliope drove through the tunnels 
like she was running from the cops, and they were 
shooting at her. It took all of Mindy's self control to 
keep from leaping out and flying away. It didn't help 
that the tunnels were full of potholes and the car had 
little or no shocks. She sat in the front, her wings 
folded around her stomach, and held on to the dashboard 
and the side door with all her might.

"Can you slow down please!" she cried after the car 
seemed to drive on the top of the tunnel.

"Sure." Calliope said, slowing the car. "But I thought 
you were in a hurry."

"I want to live to get there." Mindy said, settling down. 
"Is this how you spend your time as a mouse?"

"Were-mouse." Calliope corrected her, sounding a bit 
offended. "Not all the time no, for the first six months 
my aunt kept me in training. Running mazes, stealing 
stuff from museums, learning to sew, that sort of thing."

"Learning to sew?"

"Yea, well that last one was my idea. I mean I don't 
wanna run around naked all the time."

Mindy sighed, for a little while she had managed to 
forget her own nudity.

"Anyway it turned out sewing was a really good thing to 
learn. She sells that curse she used on me over the net 
and almost everybody wants to buy some small cloths with 
it." Calliope turned a corner on two wheels. "Doll cloths 
are nice for a while, but the seams on the cheap ones are 
too big to be really comfortable. Besides it's hard to 
find dolls with silk and leather cloths."

"So people buy the curse one time, but keep buying the 
cloths?"

"Yea, I mean you can only curse someone once, but cloths 
are forever." she took another corner, again on two 
wheels. At least she used the turn signals, Mindy noted. 
"I do furniture too, and chains and stuff."

"You do all that for her?"

"Well she's way bigger than me, and I like making stuff. 
Even weird stuff. Last week we had an order for a 
princess bed with chains and a water mattress that could 
be made cold or hot."

"Who would ...Why would someone want that?"

"I try not to think about it." Calliope said. "Anyway my 
aunt let's me out on full moon nights, she knows I'm too 
horny to do any real work." She looked over at Mindy and 
smiled. "You too huh?"

"Watch the road." Mindy said sternly. "Look, about last 
night, about what happened, I'm not normally like that."

"Neither am I." Calliope said. "Not when I'm human 
anyway."

"Oh." Mindy said, a feeling of relief coming over her. 
She had enough boys with crushes on her as it was.

"To tell you the truth when I'm human you turn me off."

"Oh." Mindy's feeling of relief faded.

"No offense, but...I mean I'd need a ladder or something 
just to...Whoa!" Calliope slammed on the breaks and 
twisted the wheel around wildly. The car nearly flipped 
over and Mindy clung desperately to the dashboard to 
avoid being thrown out.

"Darn." Calliope swore. "Roadblock."

Mindy shook her head and wondered how Elvira was doing. 
She had to be having more luck. The tunnel had almost 
completely caved in. Using the search light mounted on 
the driver's side Calliope slowly tracked across the 
rubble.

"I guess it's the zoo after all."

"What?" Mindy asked.

Calliope said something in reply but Mindy didn't hear 
it. She felt strange. Her antenna stiffened, then began 
to move. A wave from the depths of her soul flooded 
Mindy's mind, drowning conscious thought. Without a word 
she got out of the car and walked over to the rubble. 
Totally unaware of what she was doing the transformed 
girl reached down and picked up two green rocks. Each 
rock began to glow. They pulsed with energy and Mindy 
slowly brought them up to her antenna. As soon as the 
antenna touched the rocks Mindy's world imploded.

Her next breath felt like the first inhalation her lungs 
had ever tried. Every inch of skin on her body suddenly 
sent her brain a message at the same time. Pressure, 
temperature, energy and some things that Mindy had no 
words for. She became aware suddenly of two beings within 
her mind. They were learning from her. Language came 
first, followed by culture and manors. The reading of her 
memory was not intrusive, rather it was a soft-as-silk 
seduction of her spirit.

As the entities learned from her they left knowledge in 
their wake. It was knowledge the young girl found 
frustratingly hard to understand. Mindy had always read 
fantasy, science fiction. She had always yearned for the 
lore of the Wise Ones that was now pouring into her 
brain. But the concepts, the facts hidden in the center 
of a maelstrom of chaotic emotions, nearly proved too 
much for her. With the greatest effort of her young life 
Mindy reigned in the beings, slowing their march through 
her soul. They seemed to understand, but by the time 
Mindy had slowed the process it was done.

Mindy opened her eyes knowing who would be standing 
before her. He was taller than Mindy by a half a head. 
Deep black hair, cut short with a short neatly trimmed 
beard. His eyes were sea blue and seemed to shine. He 
smiled, showing perfect white teeth. The fairy, for he 
had wings like Mindy's, spread his arms, taking a deep 
breath into a broad powerful chest. He was not chiseled, 
being more subtly muscled, but she could sense a great 
strength in his limbs. The beard combined with the look 
in his eyes and the rest of his body language to give the 
impression of a lovable rogue.

She was different. As tall as he was, with a wide, square 
jawed face. Her hair was straight flaxen and ran to her 
shoulders. Her wide eyes were blue, but a pale blue. Her 
head sat upon a long neck and a slim body. She smiled, 
but there was a wry twist to her grin.

"A body!" he shouted, running his hands across his body. 
"After uncounted ages a body!" His hands reached his 
crotch and took hold of his penis. "And a fine body at 
that!"

"Does this sort of thing happen every time you pick up 
rocks?" Calliope asked, coming over to stand beside her.

"Not at all Calliope." the woman said. She ran her hands 
over her body, and Mindy couldn't tell whether she was as 
satisfied as the man was. She was slimmer than he was, 
with small breast. "For what she touched was not a mere 
rock, it was the depository for my companions and mine 
own souls. What our Lord Oberon claimed could never come 
to pass, has come to pass." She walked over to Mindy and 
kissed her lightly on the lips. "I thank you Mindy. For 
our freedom, and for the bodies we now have."

"I to need to thank you." the man said, rushing over to 
Mindy he lifted her up and twirled her around, finishing 
the twirl with a hard kiss on the mouth. "I truly need to 
thank you." he said, setting her back down on the ground.

"Calm your ardor, my friend." the woman said, easing him 
back. All of them could see the semi erection that 
alternately drifted in direction toward all of them. 
"Though we know what has occurred, poor Mindy's mortal 
mind has yet to assimilate the knowledge."

"Yea." Mindy said, leaning back into Calliope. "What she 
said. I think, what happened was that I let you two out 
of the rocks, and you grabbed some info from my mind."

"A rather sketchy explanation of what happened." the 
woman said. One of her wings curled around her body and 
she inspected it. "Ages ago my friend and I were 
condemned by our Lord Oberon. Most of our kind was 
leaving this world, driven out by fire and blood. We 
desired to stay, and openly opposed him."

"A big mistake, as you say in this age." the man said.

"Yes. For Oberon was ever a petty tyrant, vindictive 
beyond cause. He stripped us of our bodies and sealed us 
all within emeralds. The emeralds he then sold to a 
troll, who sold them to another troll, who, to save his 
life, gave them to a dragon. A witch, who used them as 
guard stones to build her house, stole many of the gems 
from the dragon. When she was killed by a demon she had 
dallied with, the house slowly fell to rubble, only to be 
rebuilt as a temple to some minor god. Ages later the 
ship of the," here she whistled and coughed, "crashed and 
the gems were driven deep into the ground. Only recently 
did a cave in shake them loose."

"Wow!" Calliope whispered.

"Yes Calliope," the woman said. "Wow. Lord Oberon decreed 
that only another fairy could free us. But since all the 
other fairy's were going with him, or were entombed as we 
were, there was little hope of freedom."

"The old man could never have guessed that someone would 
make a fairy." the man said. "Nor such a comely one."

"No come ons right now." Mindy said, sinking against the 
car. As the woman had explained things the images of what 
had happened flashed into her minds eye. With the images 
had come the feelings, frustration, anger, desperation, 
despair and finally hope. But they were not Her feelings. 
To feel someone else emotions went beyond weird. "When I 
released them they reached into my mind and..." Mindy 
faltered, her consciousness overflowing with the lore of 
magic.

"We learned from Mindy all that she knew of her world, so 
that we could survive and from her fantasies we formed 
these bodies."

"You imagined him and her?" Calliope asked.

"The raw form, yes. We tempered her idylls with our own 
desires and natures."

"Nice job." Calliope said, looking at the man.

"I look forward to the next moon, my dear." he said, 
bending forward he took her hand and kissed it. Calliope 
giggled.

"From the raw stuff of Mindy's memories and hopes and 
ideals, we formed these bodies." The woman looked at 
Mindy with a love that went beyond anything the young 
girl had ever known. "But there is one task still left to 
you, the most important task. We must have names."

Mindy knew what she was asking. To the ancient people 
names were highly important. For though the fey could 
have many names in their long lives, the first name was 
always the most valued. Mindy thought of all the names 
she knew, or at least she tried too. In the whirling 
vortex that was her mind at the moment, few names could 
be called upon. With the woman and man looking at her, 
lovingly, expectantly, Mindy knew she had to say 
something. Two names surfaced from the storm. They leapt 
through her brain and into her mouth and from thence out 
into the world before Mindy had time to think.

"Your Jack." she said, pointing to the man. "Your Jill." 
she said, pointing to the woman.

Jack smiled his approval, while a slight wisp of a smile 
crossed Jill's lips. Mindy suspected Jill of enjoying 
some private joke.

The effort of naming the two fairies seemed to drain the 
rest of her energy from Mindy. She barely felt herself 
falling back and being caught by Calliope. After that... 
she wandered through dreams and memories that were not 
her own, but were now a part of her. 

Mindy awoke with startling clarity. One moment she was 
wandering through the dreams of legend, the next she was 
staring up at Jill's breast. She was lying on the fairy's 
lap, in the back seat of the car.

From the way Jill held her and the pale look on her face 
Mindy guessed Calliope was driving once more. Mindy said 
nothing for a moment, reflecting on what she had learned. 
Her love of fantasy would never be the same again. She 
knew too much now, too much of what it was really like. 
Never again would she be able to buy the "Elf's of Light" 
books for 7.95 $. The books were just all wrong. The 
rules of magic, the behavior of the elves and dragons... 
all wrong.

I'll wait till they hit the discount rack, she thought, 
trying to console herself.

On the other hand she now realized just how right Tolkien 
had been, and how good the movie: "Willow" was.

"Are you rested now?" Jill asked, looking down at her. 

"Yea." Mindy said, sitting up. "Whoa! Who let him drive?" 

"Calliope." Jill said. "Fear not, I think he is actually 
the better driver."

With a yell from Jack and a squeal of delight from 
Calliope the car sailed through the air for a moment 
before settling down to the ground.

"Where are we headed?" Mindy asked, grabbing the car door 
with one hand and Jill with the other.

"After some talk it was decided that your original 
destination was the best one. We ride toward Elvira's 
house. We will avoid the spider creatures, indeed though 
your knowledge is hazy upon the subject they are old 
foes. They existed eons ago and were thought to have left 
the world even before our kind. I am curious as to how 
they survived. But no matter Once we make contact with 
Jeremy and Helga I will aid them on the potion to restore 
you to your human form."

"Sounds good."

"I do hope to have some clothing before I meet the 
denizens of Carrion Mansion." Jill said, looking down at 
herself.

"I wouldn't mind some either." Mindy said. Of them all 
only Calliope was wearing anything.

"I for one enjoy bathing in the air." Jack called back.

"He always did." Jill said.

"Why should I cover this body which was so obviously 
designed to be admired?"

Calliope seemed to agree and she snuggled closer to him.

"Where are we?" Mindy asked. They were in the tunnels, 
but these tunnels were well made, smooth and lit by small 
yellow lights set evenly spaced in the walls.

"The closest other exit to Elvira's house is the corner 
of LeMorte and LeScar street." Calliope said.

"According to the map in the main chamber the entrance is 
in an alley between a place called; "The Androids 
Dungeon" and a store called; "Bits of Bytes." Jill 
smiled. "I am looking forward to both places Mindy. The 
images I saw in your mind of the comic books, and this 
thing you call; "The Internet", are truly examples of 
great progress in mans evolution."

That was a point Mindy wanted to argue, but Calliope 
interrupted them.

"Better slow up Jack," she said, "we're getting close to 
the exit and driving on the streets a lot harder than 
driving in here."

"What ever you say my dear." Jack said. He slowed the car 
to a stop and they traded places. Jill and Mindy held 
onto each other as Calliope burned rubber and the car 
once more moved forward. A minute or so later Calliope 
took another turn and the car raced up a ramp. 

"Calliope!" Mindy called. They were heading toward a 
solid wall.

"Don't worry, it opens automatically." Calliope said.

Mindy dug her nails into the seat in front of them, even 
as Jill grabbed Mindy's arm in a death grip. Jack smiled 
and leaned back in his seat. At the last moment the door 
slipped to one side and the car emerged into an alley. 
Calliope slowed, turning on the headlights.

By now Mindy was getting used to everything being bigger 
than it was supposed to be. The ally however, pushed her 
adaptation. The dumpsters were small buildings, the 
garbage cans grain silos. The small trickle of water 
heading toward the sewer was a stagnant stream of foul 
smelling offal. The store on her left was the Androids 
Dungeon. Mindy smiled wryly as recalled the hours spent 
in the comic shop, dreaming of the life of a fantasy 
character.

"Lucky me." she whispered.

The store on the left was one she didn't spend too much 
time in, though she did buy games there. Suddenly Mindy 
wondered if Myth2 was in yet.

"Uh-oh." Calliope said, slamming on the breaks. The car 
slid to a stop, jolting Mindy out of her reverie. At the 
head of the alley were five spider men, each facing the 
street.

"How many of those things are there in town!" Mindy 
hissed.

"Enough." Calliope said. "Don't worry, we can outrun 
them."

"Run?" Jack said. "Why I can take a mere five of the 
creatures with ease."

"Cool it Klingon." Mindy said. 

"I agree Jack," Jill said, restraining him as he started 
to rise, "we are still too new to this world, and these 
bodies are not the ones we had of old."

"What were they armor plated?" Calliope asked. "Look 
don't worry, this car can out run those guys easy."

"What about them?" Mindy asked, pointing toward the sky. 
Just under the streetlights two of the flying rats 
hovered. "I'm not going to lead them to Elvira's house. 
If they want me they really have a hard on for her."

"Well..."

Calliope stopped talking, her words cut off as if by some 
unseen knife. A glazed look dulled her face. Looking 
straight ahead she floored the accelerator. Before any of 
them had time to react the car was lurching forward. The 
spider men heard and leapt out of the way, all but one 
who was clipped and thrown clear. Mindy saw him on the 
ground writhing in pain.

"What the hell are you doing?" Mindy shouted. Lunging 
forward she reached past Calliope and grabbed for the 
wheel. With a savage snarl the were-mouse bit her. Mindy 
dropped back in shock, clutching the wound.

"She is spellbound!" Jack called.

"Let her be then!" Jill commanded. "Even if we were to 
survive a crash those mansects would be on us."

They could fly away, Mindy thought, but left the notion 
unspoken. In fact the thought filled her with shame. The 
sting of her already closing wound paling beside it. I'm 
not a coward, she thought, wondering why fear was filling 
her heart. Then she heard it. A high pitched whistle. It 
tore through her mind, and every thought but one 
vanished. She had to go to the source of that sound.

Mindy started to rise, only to be pulled back by Jill. 
Enraged that someone would stand between her and the 
source the transformed girl turned on the fairy. Jill 
grabbed both her arms and dragged Mindy's head down to 
hers. As soon as their antenna touched Mindy's mind 
returned to normal.

"What..."

"What ever spell draws her must be part of the her 
curse." Jill explained, easing Mindy down to the seat. 
"When she bit you that part of her curse must have 
entered your spirit."

"Down!" Jack yelled.

They heeded his words and a shower of arrows passed over 
their heads. Mindy looked back to see five spider men on 
flying rats pursuing them. The rats were keeping up with 
the car, though the strain was beginning to tell. Mindy 
could see them breathing heavy. One them faltered and 
started to head toward the ground. Calliope hit the horn 
three quick times, then four times.

"Her aunt might be calling her." Jill said. "Where does 
she live? We can hide and rescue her later."

"I don't know." Mindy said. "I don't know her that well." 
She was still holding her arm though the wound had closed 
and the pain was starting to fade. Looking around she saw 
the town cemetery flash by. "But I think were headed 
toward Tombstone Park."

Calliope sounded the horn again in the same pattern as 
before, and this time was answered. Another high pitched 
whistle, this time audible to Jill and Jack as well. 
Before any of them could comment on the sound Calliope 
took another corner on two wheels. Mindy made a desperate 
grab for Jill as the fairy was thrown out of the car, but 
missed. In the next second they drove into a sickly sweet 
smelling mist. Mindy felt her stomach churn, her skin 
turned red and she could almost feel it coming apart. Her 
wings burned as if on fire. The pain quickly overwhelmed 
her and she blacked out. 

End. (For now)


Will anyone survive this danger? (Well, of course they 
will, just wait till the next installment to see how)


****************


Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode seventeen: The Return of Aunt Petunia

By Skytower 


Elvira Peterson has defeated Georgia Sylvester and 
returned to the relative safety of Carrion Mansion. But 
now an old horror from the past is about to emerge. 

(c)1999 by Skytower

 

Deep within the cavernous vaults of Carrion Mansion 
Elvira Peterson lay on a table, slowly waking to a world 
of pain. She had beaten Georgia Sylvester, freed 
Marvelous Mary and Wonder Lass, but it had meant running, 
climbing and fighting, as well as shrinking and growing. 
Every muscle in the young babysitters body ached. Elvira 
was in great shape, but she had her limits. The young 
woman barely remembered stumbling off of the teleport 
platform and collapsing onto the table.

"She's awake." Jeremy said.

"About time." Helga replied.

Elvira opened her eyes, looking around. Though she often 
called Jeremy's lab a dungeon it wasn't. It merely looked 
like one. Large stone blocks, green with moss held up a 
vaulted ceiling. Few details could be seen of the ceiling 
since the room was light by harsh fluorescent work 
lights. Tables were set evenly about the room. On them 
were set electronic equipment, large books and chemical 
brews bubbling away in beakers. Elvira lay naked on a 
raised table at the far end of the room. The table was 
human shaped and mounted on a universal ball joint.

Above it was a round ball with a variety of antennas and 
sensors. Further on was a raised platform with a large 
computer center set against the wall. On the central 
screen of the computer was an image of Elvira on the 
table. Elvira was a little over five feet tall, with just 
past shoulder length brown hair. Solid legs traveled to 
wide hips and a fuzzy stripe of brown hair between her 
legs. Her stomach was flat and further up was a pair of 
small breast with exaggerated brown nipples. Elvira's 
face was composed of a pair thin arched eyebrows. The 
eyebrows rode above a pair of brown eyes, set far apart. 
The effect was a face that was very open. Often what 
Elvira felt could be easily seen. 

Jeremy and Helga Carrion sat at the computer. Twins, each 
with red hair, his cut short, hers wore long, each with 
green eyes and deceptively innocent faces. Elvira wasn't 
sure what age they were, they said 84, but she was sure 
it was older. 

I know for damn sure they're not innocent, Elvira 
thought. Elvira was proof of that. Jeremy was the reason 
she shrunk and grew, and Helga had turned Mindy into a 
fairy, just to test a potion.

"Good morning." Jeremy said, glancing at her.

"Is it morning?"

"About 3:30." Helga said.

"Technically that's morning." Jeremy said. "Now that 
you're awake care to tell us what happened last night? 
I've been studying the nanites and the changes in them 
are incredible."

"No problem, but you got a robe or a blanket or 
something?"

"I'll get one." Helga said, walking over to a storage 
locker.

"You and clothing." Jeremy said, rolling his eyes. "Helga 
and I both have photographic memories, we can call up a 
mental image of you at any time."

"Call it a cultural thing." Elvira said. "I was brought 
up by people who wear cloths, my friends all wear 
cloths." Helga handed her a terry cloth robe. "I'm going 
to wear cloths."

"Not for a few minutes yet." Jeremy said. "I still have 
to run a few scans."

Elvira sighed in defeat and handed the robe back to 
Helga.

"You guys had any luck with Mindy yet?"

"Not really, no." Helga said, putting the robe on a chair 
next to the table.

"What have you been doing?" Jeremy asked. "The nanites 
are almost completely changed, only their basic structure 
is intact."

"I was afraid of something like that." Elvira said.

"Give me a run down of your activities from the 
beginning." Jeremy said, picking up a notebook and 
pencil. "Helga could you run a check on vital signs so 
she won't lie or omit facts?"

"Right." Helga took a seat next to him.

Ignoring the insult Elvira took a deep breath and told 
them about her run in with Georgia Sylvester, wicked girl 
scientist. Infuriated that Elvira had interfered with her 
plans for Marvelous Mary, Georgia had dipped the 
babysitter in honey and dropped her into a maze with a 
shrunken bear. Elvira had escaped only to be captured by 
Sir Softy, a giant animated towel charged with keeping 
the Sylvester Sky Palace clean. Elvira had used him to 
masturbate to her normal size.

"Before you grew, was the honey still covering your 
body?" Jeremy asked.

"Yea."

"And afterward?"

"No." Elvira said after thinking about it. "Come to think 
of it no, it didn't. I didn't think about it at the 
time."

"Very well. Go on."

Elvira took another deep breath and told them about her 
battle with Georgia, her defeat of Georgia, and the 
wicked girls shooting Elvira with a Geta radiation based 
shrinking ray.

"Geta radiation?" Helga asked, giggling.

"She's still using Geta radiation?" Jeremy asked, 
giggling as well. "I'll wager the gun was a; "Buck 
Rogers" style ray gun."

"It sorta looked like one, yea."

The twins broke out laughing.

"Geta radiation." Helga said. "That's like using vacuum 
tubes."

"No wonder her family never conquers the world." Jeremy 
agreed.

"Hey it worked!" Elvira shouted. "A little slower than 
yours, but it worked. In fact I shrunk smaller."

"Really?" Jeremy said, sobering up.

"Yea, about half the size I normally end up at."

"Hummm."

"Was that a good hum or a bad hum."

"That was not a good hum." Jeremy said. Turning to the 
computer he tapped out a quick instruction. "Go on."

Red-faced Elvira told them of her capture by a lust 
crazed Wonder Lass and about making love to her in a blue 
berry pie.

"Then I was normal sized again." Elvira finished.

"Were there any other pies on the table?" Jeremy asked.

"What? Yea, I think. There was chocolate, some green 
stuff I wasn't sure of and cherry."

"And you couldn't have picked the cherry." Helga said 
sadly.

"It wasn't really my choice." Elvira said, a little 
puzzled.

"Cherry would have solved the problem." Jeremy said, a 
concerned look on his face.

"What problem?"

"Usually does." his sister agreed.

"What problem?" Elvira asked again.

Jeremy touched a control and suddenly Elvira's arms and 
legs were held in place by metal bands.

"I'm not going to like this am I?" Elvira asked, looking 
at the bonds.

"The neural portion of the nanites had mutated." Jeremy 
said. "The honey started the process, it was absorbed 
into them when you grew. At that point I could have still 
fixed them. But then you got hit with Geta rays. That 
fused the some of the control elements in the mechanical 
part of the nanite. I might have still been able to do 
something, but then the blueberries..."

"Blueberry's aren't good for neural networks." Helga said 
as Jeremy trailed off. "If only you had grown in the 
cherry pie..."

"I didn't know." Elvira said, starting to get worried.

"You didn't know that cherry pie absorbed through the 
skin can repair the neural net of a nanite?" Jeremy 
asked, as though Elvira didn't know the sun came up in 
the east.

"But it's such a basic piece of knowledge."

"Public schools." Jeremy said sadly. Helga put her hand 
on his shoulder in support.

"Bottom line this for me will ya?" Elvira asked. She 
could feel herself breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Well after I learned that the nanites were still working 
I emailed my whole class about it. Everyone wanted to 
talk to me, my professor even asked for a sample nanite." 
He shrugged. "But now there's no proof, no extra credit."

"He so wanted to take you to show and tell." Helga said.

For a few minutes Elvira breathed deeply and slowly, 
waiting for the hurricane of rage within to settle down. 
For one of the few times in her life she was actually 
grateful to be tied down. When her rage was under control 
she asked the inevitable question.

"Jeremy, not that I don't feel bad about show and tell 
and all, but what does this mean for me? Am I still going 
to shrink and grow?"

"Oh indeed." Jeremy said. "In fact both the range of size 
change and the stimulus required to trigger that change 
has been increased." Shaking off his depression the boy 
turned back to the computer. "Before it took tickling you 
into a sexual frenzy to trigger a reduction, now that 
trigger level has been decreased. Though I have no real 
way to test it, I can guess that laughing for more than 
2.45559 minutes will shrink you. 

Also any sort of sexual activity will trigger a growth 
spurt. If you feel arousal for more than 5 minutes 
5.56566 seconds you will grow. In both cases the trigger 
still has to be physical, you can't just imagine the 
feelings. Finally their is a certain type of food that 
will cause you to shrink, but the time you remain small 
will be proportional to the amount you consume. The 
computer is working on identifying the food trigger now."

Once again Elvira was grateful she was bound. For a few 
moments she wanted nothing more than to get her hands 
around Georgia's throat. Or Jeremy's, Helga's or just 
about anybody's.

"So I now have to avoid laughing and sex." she said.

"And chocolate." Jeremy said, reading off the computer 
screen.

"Chocolate!?"

The computer started to beep.

"Gosh!" Helga said, pointing to the screen. "I've never 
seen anybody's blood pressure go up like that."

"Good thing I have her restrained." Jeremy said.

The sound of metal straining made them both look over at 
Elvira. The band holding her wrist was slowly starting to 
bend.

"I can't laugh, I can't have sex and I can't have 
chocolate." Elvira said, her voice a deadly calm. "Some 
body better give me a reason to live. FAST!"

"Excuse me sir, madam, Miss Elvira?" A cultured English 
voice made them all look at the doorway. Standing there 
was a teddy bear wearing a tweed suit. 

The sight of a teddy bear standing in the doorway to the 
stairs broke Elvira's rage. She knew him as Theodore Y. 
Bear, the spirit of an 18 century Englishman channeled in 
Helga's teddy bear. He now served as the butler the 
Carrion family. "You have been working non-stop for many 
hours now, would you like something to eat? An early 
breakfast would be appropriate given the hour."

Calm down, Elvira told herself. They may be demented, but 
they are brilliant, they'll find a cure.

Now would be a good time." Jeremy agreed. "The usual 
Helga?" She nodded. "Elvira?"

"You going to let me off this?"

"That depends, are you still conceiving of various ways 
to hurt us?"

"Yea, but relax, I won't do any of them."

Seemingly satisfied Jeremy touched a control on the 
computer and Elvira's restraints retracted into the 
table.

"What would you like madam?" Mr. Bear asked.

"6 pancakes, 3 eggs straight, 16 bacon strips, a cup of 
oatmeal, 4 slices of toast sprinkled with cinnamon, not 
butter and a glass of choco... Milk. Plain milk."

"Very well."

"Do you always eat all that for breakfast?" Helga asked.

"No, sometimes I skip the oatmeal. Better see if Mindy's 
up." Elvira looked around. "Where is she anyway?"

"There's a story we should tell you." Jeremy said, 
activating her restraints once more.

"I can't believe you turned my best friend into a fairy 
and let her get kidnapped by spider people." Elvira said. 
"And now you don't know where she is."

"It is not polite to talk with your mouth open young 
lady." Mr. Bear corrected her.

"Sorry." Elvira mumbled through the bacon.

"At the time we were pre-occupied with your problem." 
Jeremy said.

"It's very rare for the spider people to be so 
aggressive." Helga added.

"Where did these spider people come from anyway?" 

"We're not sure." Jeremy said. "Though my mother has 
narrowed it down to either an escape from the secret 
military base or Aunt Petunia mating with a male spider."

Elvira groaned at the mental image of the half human half 
spider mating with the real thing.

"We don't know that much about them." Jeremy said. "Their 
development is low, tribal society, elder ruled with 
ancestor worship. They also worshiped Aunt Petunia as a 
goddess. We think your arrival may have set them off."

"Me?"

"Well you did defeat her, and in doing so strained the 
fabric of their society. God's are not supposed to be 
beaten you know."

"Oh."

"Your battles with her have become one of their great 
epic poems." Helga said. "They call you: "Arch Demon, the 
Goddess Hunter".

"Arch Demon." Elvira said. She thought for a moment, 
finishing off the toast. "I like that."

"Little spiders are told that you will come in the night, 
destroy their webs and drink their blood." Jeremy said.

"I'm not that bad."

"To them you are. In fact one of their legends has it 
that if a warrior defeats you and feast on your still 
beating heart he will become a god."

"These spider people need a television." Elvira said, 
reaching for the syrup. "But you're sure they don't have 
Mindy right?"

Jeremy touched a control on his watch and a holographic 
cube appeared in the center of the table.

"Our security camera caught this picture last night." The 
scene showed Mindy flying out of the chimney, partially 
tangled with webbing. The camera followed her as she flew 
out of sight. "The spider people went after her, but 
apparently failed." The scene changed to show three 
spider men flying back toward the chimney on flying rats.

"I'm not going to ask where they got the rats." Elvira 
said. "If she got away and she's mobile she'll head for 
my house."

"What about her own house?"

"Not when she's small and naked, her little brother's a 
creep. No, she'll head to my place. Probably hoping to 
get my little sister to call me."

"Excuse me sir." Mr. Bear said, appearing in the doorway. 
He moved to the table and quickly cleared a spot in the 
center.

"Hey, I'm not done yet." Elvira protested.

"Hey is for horses young lady. I am not removing the 
food, merely clearing a space. My dear Lucretia has 
informed me that Miss Carrion will be here shortly."

"Your mother?"

There was a sparkle of light in the center of the table 
and a slim figure formed. She stood at twelve inches 
tall. Red hair cut short framed a delicate face with 
deep-set green eyes. The woman wore a simple tunic that 
barely made it past her thighs and revealed long thin 
legs. With a yelp Elvira leapt off of her chair and dove 
behind it.

"Now Elvira," Aunt Petunia said sweetly, "is that anyway 
to greet an old friend?"

"Friend?" Using the chair to support herself Elvira 
walked around and sat down again, closing her robe 
tightly as she did so. "The last time you were here you 
tried to eat me."

"Tried?" Aunt Petunia's cultured English lilt betrayed an 
ironic amusement. "My dear as I recalled I did eat you, 
and you enjoyed it."

"Aunt Petunia is the only one qualified to handle the 
spider people problem." Jeremy said while Elvira blushed.

"Besides I'm not as you knew me." Petunia walked over and 
sat on the edge of Elvira's plate. Coyly she looked up at 
the young woman. "Not entirely." Elvira quickly drew her 
arms to her side. "My sanity has been restored, my rage 
controlled."

"Your still small." Elvira said, cautiously reaching for 
another piece of bacon.

"That is my choice." Petunia said, breaking off a small 
piece of the toast she started to eat. Elvira pulled her 
hand back. "You see Elvira I was completely cured some 
months ago, but encountered some difficulties."

"She tried to rob a bank." Jeremy said.

"But blew it up by mistake." Helga finished.

"They put a service charge on my savings account." Aunt 
Petunia said. "I think I was justified in lodging a 
complaint. It was an ugly building at any rate. However 
the statute of limitations won't run out for a few years, 
so I've decided to spend them here. As a spider goddess I 
did have a very nice life."

Elvira nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

"I was honored, well fed and my subjects always provided 
me with Vogue every month. All I really missed was 
another woman." She smiled. "At least until you showed 
up."

God I wish this was chocolate, Elvira thought drinking 
her milk.

"But I find I miss the constant adulation."

"You're not a spider lady anymore." Elvira said. "I don't 
think they'll welcome you with open webs."

"Easily solved." Petunia said, pulling off her tunic. She 
closed her eyes, took a deep breath and changed. Elvira 
watched in amazement as the small woman grew. Her chest 
grew longer and gained another set of breast and arms. 
Her hips widened and just above them another set of arms 
grew. Her toes grew in length, as did her fingers. The 
process took only a few moments.

"Excuse me sir." Mr. Bear said, appearing in the doorway. 
"My dear Lucretia has observed something disturbing on 
the security monitors."

"Good." Elvira said, not able to take her eyes off the 
spider goddess. "I haven't had a heart stopping shock in 
at least two micro-seconds and I'm over due."

"Instruct her to direct the image to this location." 
Jeremy said.

"Very good sir." Mr. Bear left.

"Do I bring back memories dear?"

"Memories no, nightmares yes."

Aunt Petunia laughed and walked over to look up at her. 
Elvira instinctively pressed back into her chair. There 
was a small beep and the holographic cube sprang to live 
once more. In the cube three spidermen on flying rats 
came toward the house. In a thick net strung between them 
a small figure with wings could be seen.

"They got her after all." Elvira said, letting out a 
small growl. "Jeremy get me some chocolate and shrink me 
down a hockey stick, I got some spider heads to crack."

"There are forty warriors in the colony." Aunt Petunia 
said.

"So?" Elvira demanded, not taking her eyes off the cube.

"And women and children." Petunia said, for once her 
voice serious. "They could be hurt if you go charging 
in."

"I should have left well enough alone." Elvira said, 
tearing off a piece toast. "The shrinking and growing 
wasn't that bad, I was handling it. The kids loved it, I 
was making good money as the: "Shrinking

Sitter." She took a deep breath and let it out. "Ok, so 
how do we get her out of there with minimal loss of 
life?"

"I have a plan." Petunia said, smiling at her.

Ages of waiting, Jill thought. Literally eons of patience 
to be rewarded only by this. A sacrifice to a false god. 
Truly the fates are too fond of comedy. She had been 
thrown clear of the car just before reaching the poison 
gas cloud. But had landed literally in the laps of one of 
the spider men. He had stunned her with a blow to the 
head and when she woke up Jill was cocooned and suspended 
between three flying rats.

They had drugged her as well, as they had Mindy, but Jill 
was easily able to throw off the effects of the drug. A 
fairy had complete control over her body. It was 
something she had hoped to teach Mindy, after convincing 
the girl to remain a fairy, but now that seemed unlikely. 

Expelling gas the rats gently descended into the chimney. 
After a time they stopped and the spider men dismounted, 
hopping to the walls. The largest took Jill and stepped 
through an opening in the bricks.

The great hall was as Mindy remembered it. Jill let 
herself look through the transformed girl's memories, 
seeking a way of escape. But the only practical way was 
the brick entrance, and that was quickly

sealed by two spider men. As a massive brick was put into 
place Jill realized there would be no escape for her.

Jill sighed. She did not fear death, for no fairy can 
truly die as mortals do. When mortals died they left the 
world never to return as they were. But a fairy's spirit 
would travel to one of the sacred pools and grow a new 
body for itself. Or at least they used to. Jill knew 
there was a chance that none of the pools had survived 
the ages. Mindy's memories and knowledge told her that 
man had grown all over the world.

He would have destroyed the pools without even knowing 
it. If that was the case then Jill could find a body just 
about to be conceived. Her spirit could live in that 
body, but at the cost of the knowledge of her true self. 
For the persons life time Jill's knowledge and power 
would be held in the deepest recesses of the man or 
woman's mind. Only at death would she come to herself 
again, but without the sacred pools she would just have 
to repeat the process.

Jill didn't want that. Her knew body was so well 
designed, it offered so much...

But then I do not have much to say about the matter, she 
through ruefully.

She was carried through the great chamber to the altar. 
The webbing was sliced from her body and Jill was rolled 
out onto the floor like Cleopatra being freed from the 
carpet.

"This is not Big Breast Blonde." the old spider said.

Mindy is right, Jill thought wryly, men are men.

"She has wings." the warrior protested.

"She is not the one."

"To get her we faced the Owl, the Red Witch, the cloud of 
death." as he spoke the warrior became more and more 
angry. "Doorknob is crippled."

"In the service of the goddess..."

"Enough of her!"

"Nails!" the old spider exclaimed, his voice burning with 
anger.

"She lost!" Nails shouted. "I watched from the shadows as 
the Arch Demon defeated her, bound her in her own web!"

"Silence!" the old spider shouted.

"Yea, be quiet."

The voice was low, but well projected. In the wake of the 
command total silence fell upon the great chamber. Only 
breathing could be heard. As one every eye in the room 
looked to the main entrance.

Elvira, Jill thought, but there were subtle differences 
between this girl and the girl from Mindy's memories. She 
still was solidly built with wide strong legs, wide hips 
and small breast. But this Elvira glistened in the dim 
light. A thin sheen of oil covered her body, naked but 
for a silver band on her wrist. In her right hand she 
held a hockey stick. Beside her two spider guards slumped 
unconscious. She smiled and gave out a shrill cat-like 
yowl.

As the battle cry echoed through the chamber chaos 
erupted. Mother's abandoned their webs, taking small 
spiders with them. Some of the spider men shot arrows at 
her, but the arrows bounced off.

If she was ever able to do that, Jill reflected, she kept 
it from Mindy.

"Where is the goddess?" Elvira shouted, stalking across 
the chamber to the altar. "How dare she capture..." for 
the first time Elvira got a good look at her and Jill 
could see the confusion in her face. "Who the... Where is 
she?" Elvira recovered.

"You ask that?" Nails demanded. He hadn't moved, nor had 
the old spider. "You took her from us, I saw you..."

"Fool!" Elvira said, swinging her hockey stick at him. 
"You saw only the first period! Now give her up or I'll 
start tearing this place apart!"

With a snarl Nails charged her, but Elvira skillfully 
used her stick to trip him and stun him with a blow to 
the back of the head.

"Enough!" another voice shouted. Again everyone turned to 
look, but Elvira took the opportunity to bend down.

"When the action starts head toward the door." she 
whispered. "But do it slow."

Jill nodded. At the far end of the chamber a door had 
opened, and another creature stood there. Taller than 
Elvira this creature seemed to be a hybrid of woman and 
spider. She had six arms, two pair growing from her 
torso, another pair growing from just above her thighs. 
Four breast, not two adorned her chest. When she opened 
her mouth Jill could see fangs.

"Aunt Petunia." Jill whispered.

"You think you could run away from me?" Elvira taunted, 
giving Nails another hit on the head.

"I was not the one who ran." Petunia said.

All eyes in the chamber were on them and Jill started to 
crawl toward the main door.

"I tied you up in your own web once." Elvira taunted.

"A refreshing amusement." Aunt Petunia said. "It was rare 
for one such as you to enter my webs, I enjoyed toying 
with you, giving you a taste of victory."

Jill was halfway to the door when the two started to 
fight. Elvira used her hockey stick to leap into the 
spider goddess, knocking her down. She used the stick 
like an ax, but Petunia rolled away and it stuck into the 
floor. Petunia leapt into her foe and the force of that 
leap carried the two of them into the altar. Jill watched 
the battle out of the corner of her eye. Petunia had more 
arms but Elvira was the more cunning fighter. Slipping 
under the taller woman Elvira rolled behind her. A kick 
to the back of the leg brought Petunia to her knees.

Elvira leapt onto the spider woman's back. Grabbing 
Petunia's hair Elvira pulled her head back, at the same 
time locking her legs around the spider woman's waist. 
Two of the spider woman's arms kept her upright while the 
other four pulled at the girl's legs. Elvira kept up the 
pressure, letting go of the hair she wrapped both hands 
around Petunia's mouth and nose. For long silent minutes 
the two stood there. Elvira pulled with all her might, 
nearly bending the mutated woman in half. Aunt Petunia's 
struggles were going weaker as her lungs fought for air. 
Jill was nearly to the exit, but by this time the fairy 
was sure no one even remembered her. They were starting 
to chant.

It was a wordless chant, a low bass rumbling that filled 
the hall and seemed to fill Aunt Petunia as well. She 
rose and despite the ravages of Elvira's hold leaped up 
into the ceiling. Elvira took the brunt of the hit and 
when she came down Petunia went to work. Blow after blow 
drove Elvira back toward the entrance, until finally the 
shrunken babysitter was reeling, barely able to stand. By 
that time the chanting had turned to cheers. The cheers 
rose to a crescendo when Petunia held Elvira stretched 
out, holding her by wrist and ankles. With a savage roar 
the spider woman buried her fangs into Elvira's throat. 
Elvira gave a choked cry and then went still. 

The spider people cheered as Petunia ran her hands up and 
down Elvira's helpless body. Then she threw the 
babysitter down next to Jill and turned to them.

"We're outta here." Elvira whispered grabbing Jill's 
wrist she hit the silver band on her wrist.

 

Well Elvira has a fairy, but not the one she was looking 
for. What has happened to Mindy, Jack and Calliope? Stay 
tuned. 



**************


Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode eighteen: Morally Challenged

By Skytower 




"I'm not evil.

I'm just morally challenged."

Encountering problems with her stepbrother, Mindy 
McConnell had gone to help her friend Elvira babysit. In 
retrospect it was a mistake. So far tonight Mindy has 
been musically tickled, turned into a fairy, attacked by 
spider men and nearly sacrificed by them, met and made 
love to Calliope the Were-mouse, found, freed, imagined 
bodies for, and named two more fairies, and when we last 
left her she was riding a silver Malibu Stacy mustang 
through a cloud of poison gas. 

(c) 1999 by Skytower 



Mindy McConnell woke slowly to a world filled with fading 
pain. Her skin seemed to crawl around on her body, as if 
it wanted to free it's self from the muscles and organs. 
Mindy didn't open her eyes right away. Instead, 
instinctively she sought to view the world through her 
antennae. The picture that came to her was a diffused 
one. She was in some sort of tub, her body resting in a 
mud-like substance that smelled vaguely familiar. The mud 
covered her entire body, only her face was above it. 
Above it, but still smeared with it. Realizing her 
antennas were covered with the stuff as well Mindy opened 
her eyes. Her vision was blurred at first, but cleared 
rapidly. She looked up at bars. They stretched vertically 
and horizontally all around her.

I'm a prisoner, Mindy thought. The realization did not 
really bother her. The last thing the transformed young 
girl remembered she had been riding into a cloud of acid 
smelling death. To wake up at all was a positive point.

"How are you feeling?" Calliope asked, filling her field 
of vision. Calliope was a were mouse, with black hair 
that was cut like Moe's from the Three Stooges. Her wide 
eyes, slanted in the manor of her oriental heritage, 
rested above a small snout with a little pink nose on the 
end of it. Large mouse-like ears quivered slightly.

"I don't know." Mindy said. In fact she really wasn't 
sure, the pain was nearly gone. Her skin had apparently 
decided to stay on her body.

"Keep resting in there, the raspberry should help draw 
out the poison."

"Raspberry?"

"Jack said that only raspberry could save you." Calliope 
said, smearing a little more on Mindy's antennae.

"I'm in a tub full of raspberry jelly?"

"No." Calliope said, her ears starting to quiver faster. 
"The supermarket was closed so my aunt ran down to the 
doughnut shop."

"I'm lying in a raspberry doughnut?"

"Aye." Jack said, appearing on the other side of her. "We 
were fortunate the Huggable Doughnut shop is open all 
night."

"Raspberry jelly is curing me? What hit me?" Mindy asked. 
She was still half-asleep, her mind working as if it had 
lead weights tied to it.

"Raid Yard Guard." Calliope said. "My aunt uses it when 
those spider things attack me."

"Oh." Mindy looked at Jack. Tall broad shouldered with 
black hair and a neatly trimmed beard, he looked fine. 
"Why weren't you hit?"

"I was thrown into a puddle of oil when the car 
overturned." Jack said. "It shielded me from the poison."

"Makes sense." Mindy said. Her body was beginning to feel 
strange. It was like her legs were dissolving into the 
jelly. Mindy reached down and felt them, just to be sure. 
Yes, they were still there. "What

about Jill?" "She lives," Jack said, "but beyond that I 
do not know."

"She may have been caught." Mindy tried to rise, but 
found there was little strength in her to move. At any 
rate the jelly was too slick and the doughnut to soft, 
she couldn't get a grip to lever herself out of it. It 
reminded Mindy of the time she and Elvira had been 
trapped in a giant vat of frosting.

"Easy." Calliope said, pushing her back down. The were-
mouse reached in and scooped up a little of the jelly, 
smearing it on Mindy's face. "We're not going anywhere?"

"Why not?" 

"Well for one thing we're in a cage, besides that the 
Yard Guard lingers for a while."

"Calliope?" A voice said. Mindy focused her eyes and saw 
a tall slim woman with red hair looking at them. She was 
an attractive woman. About 50, Mindy thought, judging 
from the lines on her face. The face was sharp, angular, 
but still somewhat attractive. Judging from the blush and 
eyeliner it was the face of someone who constantly looked 
in the mirror. Gray roots had begun to show in the hair. 
The woman wore a white robe cleaved down to her waist, 
but she was too slim to have any real cleavage. Cool 
hazel eyes looked down at them. "Your friend doing 
alright?"

"Yes Auntie." Calliope said, in a tone that didn't seem 
right to Mindy. It was a completely subservient voice, 
with none of Calliope's normal joy.

"You're the evil aunt?" Mindy asked.

"Is she still calling me that?" The woman asked, her 
voice light but her eyes growing hard. "Calliope what is 
my name?" 

"Casey Chapel, Auntie." Calliope said, shivering 
slightly.

"Am I evil?"

"No Auntie."

"What am I?"

"Morally challenged." Calliope said, her head drooping 
forward.

It was a routine, Mindy realized. Calliope was reciting 
something learned by rote.

"That's better dear." Casey said. "Remember this is 
America, it's all in how you say it." Casey reached into 
the cage and picked Jack up, pulling him out. "Come on 
little guy, I got some plans for you."

Rage started to fuel Mindy, both at the way Casey had 
treated Calliope, and at the way she was holding Jack. 
But even as she tried to rise the rage faded back into 
exhaustion and she blacked out.

The next time Mindy woke it was to a softly singing 
voice. Calliope's voice singing the theme song to the 
Muppet Show. Mindy sat up, feeling better at last, and 
looked around. It was large as cages go, maybe 4 feet by 
4 feet, with bars that were just too small to squeeze 
through. The floor of the cage was a deep blue plush shag 
carpet. At one end of the cage was a Malibu Stacy bed 
time set, the Camelot model with princess canopy bed, a 
large oak (Well ok, plastic that looked like oak) chest 
and a table with chair.

On the table was a pile of scrolls and an inkwell with 
quill pen. A mirror was set into the bars further along 
the cage, next to it stood a rack of clothing. Beside 
that was a small table and sewing machine. Beyond that 
was a couch, coffee table (again, Malibu Stacy, this time 
the 50's set) and a small LCD tv. At the far end of the 
cage was a small kitchen, to the left of that was a 
curtained off area. Mindy and the doughnut were on a 
porcelain plate set in the center. Calliope sat in front 
of the tv.

"Calliope?" Mindy asked. She was feeling ok physically, 
but her mind was still on shaky ground.

"Hi." Calliope muted the tv and walked over to her, 
bending down next to the doughnut. "How are you feeling?"

"Ok I guess." Mindy said. She raised her hand and looked 
at the crimson sheen of jelly that covered it. "But I 
think I need a shower."

"Auntie said you should wait, she'll only be a few more 
minutes." Calliope said.

"What's she going to do, put me in the kitchen sink or 
something?"

"Probably." Calliope shrugged.

"This is nice." Mindy said, looking around at the cage. A 
part of her wanted get out of the doughnut, but strangely 
Mindy had never felt more comfortable.

"Yea, Auntie built it for me after I tried to roll a 
bowling ball onto her head while she was asleep."

"You tried to kill her?"

"Missed her by that much." Calliope said, holding her 
thumb and forefinger just a little apart. "I shouldn't 
have, I know."

"Well she did do all that bad stuff to you and your 
parents." Mindy said, putting her hand on the were-mouses 
shoulder. "You don't have to feel guilty."

"I don't, I mean I shouldn't have used the bowling ball. 
I mean it never works for Wyle E. Coyote on the Road 
Runner. I should have just dumped that battery acid into 
the her coffee."

"Oh." Mindy said. Just then she saw Casey come into the 
room through a swinging door. For the first time Mindy 
looked at the room. It was a living room. On the right 
side of the room was a large bay window that gave a 
tremendous view of the Dead Diamond River. At the far end 
was an overstuffed Victorian couch, with a tv set in 
front of that. To the right of the swinging kitchen door 
was an open fireplace with a burning log crackling away. 
A built in bookcase took up the entire left side of the 
room. Casey walked over and put Jack into the cage. He 
seemed none the worse, what ever she had done to him, in 
fact he now had a tan. Putting him down on the couch she 
picked up the plate and brought Mindy to eye level.

"Felling better?" Casey asked.

"Yea."

"Oh good. Come one, I'll get you cleaned up."

"She could do with a tan as well." Jack called.

A tan, Mindy wondered?

Casey carried Mindy into the kitchen and set her down on 
the table. The kitchen was a nice clean kitchen, small 
with bright yellow paint on the walls, blue and white 
cabinets above white Formica counter tops. Flowered 
curtains hung on the windows. The light in the room came 
from a round fluorescent in the center of the ceiling. 
The ceiling itself was a tin flower pattern. On the stove 
something simmered in a pot, and on the fridge were 
shopping list and crayon drawn pictures. Casey put 
Mindy's plate on the kitchen table.

Then she walked over, took a gallon of milk out of the 
fridge and filled a glass. Humming softly to herself she 
put the milk back and then walked over and put the glass 
next to Mindy. More than a vague worry was beginning to 
form in the young girls mind. But she was helpless to do 
anything about it. Mindy knew she could never out run 
Casey, and her wings were currently weighted down with 
jelly. Flight was impossible.

Still humming to herself Casey took off her robe, 
revealing the body Mindy would have guessed at. Her 
breasts were small, but pointy with bright red nipples. 
Her stomach was flat, and Mindy guessed Casey was the 
type of woman who could never gain weight. But while she 
wouldn't gain weight, age was taking the color, 
suppleness and shine from her skin. Casey was in the 
first stages of shriveling. 

Mindy shuddered, thinking of what her body could be like 
at 50. Age had always been Mindy's greatest fear. A 
relative, spiteful and full of hate, had once told her 
that the more beautiful a young woman was, the more ugly 
she would become when she was old. It was the summer of 
her growth spurt, when she shot up a foot and her chest 
developed. Mindy had been so scared and confused the 
words stayed with her. Elvira and roller blade hockey had 
gotten Mindy through that time. But nightmares still hit 
her occasionally.

The tattoo forced Mindy's mind back to the present. 
Casey's best feature was her long and muscular legs. But 
at the top of the legs, just above a shaved vagina was a 
skull and crossbones tattoo. The skull and crossbones 
were white, with yellow and red flames blazing from the 
eyes, while the mouth and nose were black. The mouth of 
the skull had vampire fangs. Mind shivered and tore her 
eyes away from the tattoo.

"I know I'm going to pay for this at the dentist office." 
Casey said, sitting down in front of her, her bright 
chipper voice managing to sound like fingernails on a 
blackboard. "But I have such a sweet tooth."

With that Casey pulled Mindy out of the doughnut and 
began to lick the jelly off of her. Too terrified to even 
scream Mindy only stiffened. Casey started with her legs, 
dipping them both into her mouth and drawing them out 
like a popsicle. She dipped Mindy back into the doughnut 
legs first and took her out. Again and again Casey did 
this, each time drawing Mindy's body further and further 
into her mouth. 

Calm blue ocean, Mindy thought to herself, her mind 
desperately shouting the phrase she dared not utter. It 
was her and Elvira's favorite calming down phrase. But it 
wasn't really working and Mindy wished with all her heart 
Elvira was there.

Giggling Casey took a drink of the milk, then took a 
spoon and sprinkled sugar all over Mindy's body. Once 
more the fairy was treated as a popsicle. After a few 
more trips into Casey's mouth Mindy was put down on the 
plate and held there. Her arms stretched out and each of 
Casey's fingers holding them there. Leaning forward Casey 
began to lick her way up Mindy's body. In a first show of 
defiance the young girl tried to keep her legs closed. 
But, strong as they were, Mindy's legs were no match for 
the giant tongue. Mindy shut her eyes as Casey's tongue 
toyed with her vagina. There was no way for it to 
penetrate, the size difference was too great. But the 
sheer pressure combined with the roughness was 
stimulating. Despite herself, and against every ounce of 
will Mindy possessed, the young girl felt her body 
responding. Her skin grew taunt around tensing muscles. 
Her breast stiffened. The path between her legs became 
slick with her own juices.

Mindy moaned and Casey let go of her arms so the young 
girl could caress her own breast. While Mindy did that 
Casey lightly caressed the wings. As she did so Mindy 
became more and more aroused. Seldom had she been this 
hot, only Calliope had brought her to this height. And so 
quickly, Mindy realized her fairy body was far more 
responsive than her human one. The small part of her that 
would have fought, might have raised an objection, was 
held in chains of pleasure at the far corner of her mind. 
Her body and the bliss she was feeling ruled Mindy's 
soul. Casey started to push at Mindy's breast with her 
little fingers and Mindy abandoned her breast for her 
antennae.

Casey sprinkled some more sugar onto the fairy. Mindy 
felt the sugar hit her skin like cold water. She could 
feel the blood steaming through her veins. Casey leaned 
back, one finger still rubbing Mindy's pussy while the 
other caressed her own breast. She picked Mindy up by her 
wings and brought her to the nipple. Mindy twisted and 
beat her wings against the giant breast. Casey gasped and 
arched her back, her other hand reaching between her own 
legs. 

Mindy had never felt so powerful. The very power of 
creation filled her. She reveled in it, tasting the very 
stuff of godhood. Casey let go of her completely and 
Mindy flew around the woman. In her wake was a trail of 
glowing dust. Faster and faster Mindy flew, taking a 
spiral path from Casey's head to her toes and back again. 
Casey left the chair, her body floating. Suddenly Mindy 
saw the woman's life, years spent on petty villainy and 
vanity. No friends, a family outcast. Pity filled Mindy's 
spirit. For Casey had the same fear of aging that haunted 
the fairy. 

Casey felt that pity. Mindy and the woman looked into 
each other eyes and a primal communication took place. 
Anger filled Casey's face. She reached out and took 
Mindy's body, pressing it to her own.

They both floated in the power generated by their 
passion. Still Mindy felt sorry for the woman, for she 
realized that Casey was facing a bleak time in her life.

I could help her, Mindy thought. As the thought hit her 
knowledge came with it. A fairy spell, one of the 
hundreds she received from Jack and Jill, filled her 
mind.

An evil smile lit Casey's face, and Mindy realized their 
link was still there.

"Do it." Casey commanded stroking Mindy's antenna. 

Mindy knew she shouldn't. She tried not too. But the 
pleasure ruling her spirit would allow nothing but full 
subservience to its source.

Casey knew that. She pulled Mindy to her face, her tongue 
once more forcing the fairy's legs apart. Mindy fought 
back. But she knew it was futile. While Casey's tongue 
worked at her pussy the giantesses fingers rubbed Mindy's 
breast. Mindy was quickly worked up to orgasm, and then 
beyond it. Suddenly there was lightning and thunder in 
the kitchen. Mindy climaxed, energy pouring out of her as 
if a damn had broken. She screamed and leapt into 
darkness, hoping to save her sanity.

Mindy awoke to a world of light. Blinding, white and 
intense, it flowed over her body. But even as she was 
welcoming it, it faded. She opened her eyes and looked 
into a shallow plastic chamber. A metal cylinder 
shuddered at the far end. She was lying on glass, Mindy 
realized. Slowly she sat up, her mind clearing. The 
memory of her love making rushed back at her, but by this 
time Mindy's emotions were spent.

"How you feeling honey?" Casey asked.

Mindy looked over at her. Casey was wearing her robe 
again, but she had changed, no longer was age creeping up 
on her. Her skin was vibrant, her face unlined and her 
hair red to the roots. She was sitting in front of a 
computer and Mindy realized she was lying on a scanner. 
Through a doorway she could see the kitchen. 

"I need therapy." Mindy said. She remembered the youth 
spell, but felt shame that she had been forced to use it 
on someone like Casey.

"Fun wasn't it." Casey said. "I haven't had it that good 
since I got drunk with a demon. You have talent honey."

Mindy sighed. She now realized where Jack had gotten his 
tan, the scanner had turned her skin bronze as well.

"The money I can get for what you can give..." Casey 
trailed off, her voice dripping with greed.

"I just gave you a second chance in life." Mindy said. 
"Don't you think you should rethink the evil bit?"

"I'm not evil, I'm just morally challenged."

"You've cursed your niece, stranded your brother and his 
wife in time and molested me."

"First off, Calliope needed to be taught a lesson." Casey 
said, an annoyed look crossing her face. "Second my 
brother would be here today if he had given me what I 
wanted, so it's not my fault. And you liked our little 
tryst."

"I didn't know what I was doing." Mindy said.

"Honey you didn't have to know, your body is built for 
sex."

"The hell it is!" Mindy shouted, rage broiling up within 
her. She'd heard that phrase from too many people in her 
life.

"The hell it isn't." Casey shot back. "You gotta realize 
honey we're all meant for different things in life. Now I 
was meant to be in charge of things. Not everything, but 
some things. My brother was meant to do things for other 
people, especially me, and my niece should'a been a mouse 
to begin with. You honey, are a born sex machine. Accept 
it, you'll be happy."

"If all that's true," Mindy said, her voice arctic with 
rage, "you were meant to be just what you are. A vapid, 
self absorbed, gold digging hussy with delusions of 
grandeur." Mindy went on, ignoring the anger that was 
showing in Casey's face. "It doesn't matter how many 
years I've given you. You'll waste them just like you've 
wasted all the years of your life, and you'll end up just 
the same. Alone, no family and ugly." Casey winced at the 
word. "A dried up raisin that guys will run away from and 
women will pity. You'll be so wrinkled you'll have to 
iron your face before you look in the mirror."

"Be quiet." Casey said, her voice angry and hurt. She 
reached down and picked something up.

"You can have all the money in the world and you'll still 
be old."

With deadly silence Casey put the can of Raid Yard Guard 
onto the table. For a long moment the fairy and the woman 
looked at each other. Then Casey spoke. Her voice had the 
finality of a cell door slamming shut.

"I got an offer for Jack already, the Internet is great 
for that. You wouldn't believe how many people want a 
fairy. I was gonna sell him and keep you. But now I think 
I'll put you on the market. There's a gal in a lab coat 
that wants to see what makes your insides work. She's 
gonna put you on a little table and go slash." Casey made 
a cutting motion with her hand. "And I think I'll ask for 
a copy of the

tape."

Mindy shuddered as Casey spoke. She could picture herself 
on such a table.

A bell rang making Mindy jump. Casey picked her up and 
walked back into the kitchen. A pot was simmering on the 
stove. Casey shut the gas of and poured the contents of 
the pot into a mixing bowl.

The liquid was thick pink goo that reminded Mindy of a 
strawberry milk shake.

"What's that stuff?"

"The were-mouse cursing potion." Casey said. Picking up a 
spoon she stuck it into the bowl and then carried it and 
Mindy into the living room. "There's a big market for 
this stuff on the Internet.

The living room was the same as they had left it. All 
except for the cage. The door was open. Swearing Casey 
put the bowl down and reached into the pocket of her 
robe. A stick arced out of the shadows and hit the hand 
that held Mindy. Mindy flew up and away as Casey cursed 
and turned to face her attacker. Elvira stood by the 
fire. She was wearing an oversized Philadelphia Flyers 
jersey and Mindy knew that wasn't a good sign. Elvira 
normally wore the flyer's jersey when she wanted to hurt 
someone. From the look in her eyes she wanted to hurt 
Casey.

"Who are..."

That was as far as Casey got with the question before the 
hockey sliced at her stomach. Casey dodged back and 
grabbed the stick. Elvira growled and used Casey's grip 
against her, forcing the woman into

the door.

"This should not take long." Jill said, hovering beside 
Mindy.

"As long as El wants it too." Mindy agreed. They watched 
as Elvira used her stick to bat Casey through the door 
and into the kitchen.

"Mindy." Calliope called. Mindy looked down to see 
Calliope and Jack sitting on the table. She and Jill flew 
down to them.

"Your friend is truly a hellcat." Jack said, grinning. In 
the kitchen they could hear the sound of glass breaking.

"There goes the computer." Mindy said, seeing the flare 
of light from under the door.

"The scanner did not take a good likeness of me anyway." 
Jack said.

"So I guess you two are telepathic." Mindy said, trying 
to keep her voice calm. She was telling herself to stay 
as cool as they were, but it was hard. Mindy wanted 
nothing more than to hug them both and never let them go. 
But that sort of thing just wasn't done. Janeway would 
never do it, neither would Picard and neither would she.

"Once we were free to concentrate." Jill said.

The door to the kitchen sprang open and Casey staggered 
into the room, her robe undone. She stumbled, her eyes 
glazing and then fell onto the small table that held the 
were-mouse potion. Catapulted the potion soared toward 
them. Mindy, Jack and Jill reacted instinctively by 
flying out of the way. Calliope wasn't fast enough. She 
squealed as the pink goo covered her.

"Here we go." Helga said, handing Mindy a small cup 
filled with a clear liquid.

They were in the dining room of Carrion Mansion. Elvira 
sat at the far end of the table, dressed in jeans and a 
mighty ducks t-shirt. Helga and Jeremy sat on either side 
of her. Calliope, Jack and Jill stood beside Mindy on the 
table. In the far corner of the room, hogtied, Casey 
squirmed on the floor.

Mindy looked at the cup, but didn't drink it immediately.

"I'll still remember." she said, looking at Jill.

"The spells and lore?" Jill replied. "Yes, but your poor 
mortal form will not have the power for magic."

"We can teach you more than you know." Jack said, for 
once his tone was serious.

"Maybe, but you'll never stop a slap shot if your smaller 
than the puck." Elvira said. "Come on Min, have you 
really had a good time this week end?"

"Well..."

"It wasn't all bad." Calliope piped up.

"No." Mindy agreed, looking at the cup. "But I can't 
leave my family. Besides me and my brother have some 
things to talk about."

In one motion Mindy drank the contents of the cup. There 
seemed to be a flash of light. Her body felt bloated for 
a moment, then it was over. She stood on the table, once 
more her normal 5 feet 11 inches.

"Yes!" Mindy shouted, stretching. "I'm back."

"Indeed you are." Jeremy said, smiling.

Mindy quickly remembered she was naked and jumped off the 
table. Elvira threw her a robe and she put it on.

"You're worse than Oliver Douglass." she snapped.

"A few moments ago you were completely nude and it didn't 
bother you." Jeremy said puzzled. "I have seen you naked, 
I shall remember that sight. Why does it bother you?"

"Forget it." Elvira said. "Mindy and I will deal with 
Oliver later.

"What of her?" Jeremy asked, gesturing to Casey.

"There's room in the dungeon." Helga suggested.

"I got a better idea." Elvira said, a little smirk on her 
face. Mindy knew that smirk of old and shuddered.

Casey woke up feeling very strange. Her body seemed numb, 
but light as well. The last thing she remembered was 
Elvira throwing some water in her face. Then nothing. She 
opened her eyes and saw a very strange woman leaning over 
her. Taller than Casey, the woman was broad and solid. 
She had four arms, two sets of breast. But it was her 
glowing green eyes that captivated Casey. Eyes that 
seemed to draw her in.

"I really must thank you dear." Aunt Petunia said, 
hefting the mesmerized Casey over her shoulder.

"Anytime." Elvira said.

"A slave at last." Petunia said, stroking Casey's legs. 
"But she will need training."

"Knock yourself out." Elvira said.

Petunia blew her a kiss and carried Casey up with her 
into the shadows.

"I'm not sure about this El." Mindy said.

"Any other ideas?"

"No, but in one night you've given the spider people a 
false god to worship and now you've given her a slave. It 
doesn't seem right."

"I disagree." Jeremy said. "The spider people have always 
needed a god. Why they used to worship a Spiderman doll I 
had."

"Besides my aunt always loved sex and s&m and stuff." 
Calliope said.

Mindy fell silent, but her face betrayed her worries.

"Hey the suns coming up." Calliope called, pointing.

They all looked out the window at the sunrise. A 
sparkling display of color and energy. The light from it 
filled the room. Out of the corner of her eye Mindy saw 
Jack and Jill glow.

I missed that, she thought. I missed so much.

"Hey!" Calliope called. They all looked at her, even as 
she looked down at herself. "How come I'm not changing?"

"You change at dawn?" Jeremy asked.

"Yea. Usually."

Jeremy hummed to himself.

"That's not good." Elvira said.

"What?" Mindy asked.

"He hummed. It's never good when he hummms."

"What's wrong with me?" Calliope screamed her voice 
squeaking. Jill reached over and gathered the were-mouse 
in her arms.

"Well, it's only a supposition." Jeremy said. "But I 
recalled from your description of the fight that you were 
covered with the were-mouse potion. It seems to have 
changed the curse. Interesting, and worth study."

"Should we take her to the lab?" Helga asked, the twins 
brightening.

"NO!" Elvira and Mindy said at the same time.

"We got two tinkerbells here." Elvira said. "They should 
be able to cure her."

"Not so." Jack said. "I saw the curse Casey used, it is 
nothing we have seen before.

"It has been millennia since we were entombed." Jill 
said. "Magic is not a static science."

"We'll need samples." Helga said.

"No way." Mindy said, putting her arms in front of 
Calliope and Jill. "I'll go back and get Casey's spell 
book. It might take me a while but I'll figure it out. 
Besides you still have to help Elvira."

"Actually I have been working on that problem." Jeremy 
said. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a watch and 
handed to Elvira. It was an oversized aviators watch, 
with dozens of small dials. "This is a field effect 
inhibitor. It should prevent you from shrinking and 
growing."

"Should?" Elvira asked, looking at the watch doubtfully.

"I estimate it will be 70% effective 85% of the time." 
Jeremy said. "In the meantime I will search for a more 
permanent solution."

"So it might work sometimes." Elvira said, her voice full 
of resignation.

"Yes."

"Yea." Elvira deadpanned, putting on the watch.

"But what about me?" Calliope called. "I'll miss school."

"So there's an upside." Elvira said.

"I'll find a cure." Mindy said. "I promise."

"I wish my mom was here." Calliope said, sinking to the 
tabletop.

"Do you guys have a time machine?" Mindy asked.

"Uncle Tom has one." Jeremy said. "I remember he was 
showing it off last Christmas."

"But he only traveled back in time to tell us he'd have 
it finished by the end of next summer."

"I'll email him." Jeremy said.

"But what will I do in the meantime?" Calliope said. "I 
got a test next week."

They all fell silent for a moment. Then Jeremy spoke up.

"Well, there is the: "R" project."

"That will take a months allowance!" Helga protested.

"What..." Mindy started to ask but Elvira held up her 
hand. 

"Maybe not. After all we'll be helping someone, and 
Mother is always on us to help more people." Jeremy 
looked over at Elvira. "Of course it would also help if 
she didn't have to worry about babysitting cost for a 
while."

Elvira stared at him, growling. Then looked around the 
table. Finally she sighed.

"Done. Now what the hell is project R?"

"Well when we realized Mindy might be sacrificed to Aunt 
Petunia, Helga and I knew we were in trouble."

"Mother gets really mad when we loose babysitters to 
ritual sacrifices." Helga said.

Mindy let the breath out of her body in low toned gasp. 

"So we ordered a robot replica of Mindy."

"Where the hell do you get a robot that looks like me?"

"The female section of the Playboy edition of the secret 
robot section of the Toy's R Us catalog." Jeremy said. 
"All they needed were pictures."

"And you had those." Elvira said. Mindy was just staring 
at the twins.

"Of course." Helga said.

"We can just adjust the order and Calliope can ride 
around in robot. They are not hard to operate."

"Cool." Calliope said. "Will it have like superpowers and 
stuff?"

"Not unless we get the deluxe model."

"Ok." Elvira said. "But what happens when someone notices 
Calliope's aunt is missing."

"Mother will handle that." Helga said. "She always does."

"Of course." Elvira said, turning to Mindy. "Now do you 
understand why I wanted to babysit alone?"

Mindy sighed and leaned back into her chair.

"What about you?" she asked Jill.

"We have a world to explore." Jack said. "And many of our 
kind are still trapped in their gem prisons."

"We will find them." Jill said. "And free them, and give 
them bodies as you have done for us."

"And when they are free we shall return." Jack announced, 
his eyes flashing as he smiled.

"Great." Elvira said. "Just what this town needs, more 
little people."

END.
 

 *************


Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode nineteen: A Little Vengeance

By Skytower 


A few weeks ago Mindy McConnell decided to visit her 
friend Elvira Peterson while Elvira was babysitting 
Jeremy and Helga Carion. This was a mistake. Helga gave 
Mindy a potion that turned her into a fairy. This led to 
a series of adventures after which Mindy was cured. But 
from every adventure there are repercussions. Mindy is 
about to learn that the hard way. 

(c)1999 by Skytower



"I want my brother out of jail."

Mindy jumped, loosing her towel. She was in the girl's 
locker room, having just finished a work out in the 
school gym. It was early Monday evening and almost no one 
hung around the school.

Lisa Douglas bent down and picked up the towel. Lisa 
stood five feet six inches. She was handsome girl with a 
square jaw, light brown hair and a somewhat chubby build. 
She looked up at Mindy, but didn't return the towel.

Mindy looked down at her. Mindy stood at a towering five 
feet eleven inches. Long blonde hair flowed past her 
shoulders. Her body was both grand and solid, with large 
breast and wide hips. She spared a glance at the two 
girls flanking Lisa. Monica and Rachel were friends (or 
flunky's) of the Douglas clan and used to doing their 
dirty work. Monica was a thick girl as tall as Mindy, 
Rachel was a slightly stockier girl shorter than Lisa. 
The fact that they were all dressed in black jeans and 
sweaters, with bulges in their pockets that could have 
been anything, was enough to worry Mindy.

"Your brother put my little brother through hell for two 
months." Mindy said. She kept her voice calm, as if they 
were talking about the weather.

"Harmless fun." Lisa said, handing the towel to Monica. 
Monica handed it to Rachel who folded it and put it on 
the bench. Pointedly out of Mindy's reach.

Casually Mindy reached into her locker and pulled out a 
bra. 

"He got him drunk and put a gun in his hands."

"He was just having some fun." Lisa insisted. "Your 
brother was the one who wanted to hang around with him."

"He had fun all right." Mindy said, putting on a pair of 
underwear. "He had my brother so twisted the kid started 
drinking."

"So the punk couldn't handle it." Lisa said. "That any 
reason to throw my brother in jail?"

"How about a collapsed ceiling?" Mindy asked, pulling on 
a pair of pants. "Fifteen hundred to get that fixed when 
Oliver told my brother to put in a hidden camera. That 
was after he got tired of having

Robin steal my underwear."

"We can pay for that." Lisa said.

"Can you pay for the police car my little brother shot 
up?"

"We already did." Lisa said. "It took a pretty good 
donation to the DA's reelection fund, but we did it. He's 
willing to overlook youthful indiscretions."

"I'm not." Mindy said coldly. She was mad enough not to 
care that Monica and Rachel were slowly easing themselves 
around her.

"Maybe..." Lisa started.

"Maybe you should stop watching old gangster films." 
Elvira said. They all looked up to see her standing by 
the edge of the lockers, casually holding a hockey stick. 
Monica and Rachel quickly moved away from Mindy. Elvira 
was small, five feet five inches, but it was five feet 
five inches of muscle and fury. Elvira was wearing a pair 
of jeans and an UnderTaker T-shirt. She moved 
nonchalantly down the isle to stand beside Mindy.

"Think it through Lisa." Elvira said, reaching into 
Mindy's locker and handing her a turtleneck sweater. 
"Let's say you and your friends do beat Mindy up, and I 
don't kill you for it later on. All Mindy does is go to 
the police, swear out another complaint and you're in 
jail. She doesn't really need witnesses, since she'll 
fight back and get some of your skin under her 
fingernails." Mindy sat down and pulled on her boots. 
"This isn't a bad made for tv movie."

"We were just talking." Lisa said, her voice strained.

"Won't do you any good. Talk in court, we both know that 
Douglas is going to get off with probation. 

Your father's spread enough money around for that."

"It'll still be on his record." Lisa said, taking a step 
back. Monica and Rachel joined her. "Doug's got a good 
shot at Harvard, he needs a clean record."

"He's not going to have one." Elvira said.

"Look Lisa I'm sorry." Mindy said, standing up and 
grabbing her book bag. "I know he's your brother, but 
he's a creep. I'm not dropping charges."

"And I'll be around." Elvira said, taking Mindy's arm. 
"Bye now." 

"Dykes!" Lisa swore, slamming the door to her room shut. 
What made her more mad than anything was that Elvira was 
right. Simply beating Mindy up wasn't going to do it. But 
they might have scared her, at least a little. Thrown her 
enough so that her father's lawyer could take her apart 
on the stand. But there was no hope of that now, not with 
Elvira hanging around her. Lisa had seen Elvira fight, 
wolverines were gentle by comparison. Monica and Rachel 
may have been willing to rough Mindy up a bit, but they 
weren't going to tangle with Elvira.

Taking a deep breath Lisa walked out to her balcony and 
looked down on the town. Her kingdom, as she liked to 
think of it, or at least it would be when she grew up. 
The Douglas Mansion was on top of Sunshine Hill. Built at 
the turn of the century by Alex Douglas it was an 
architect's dream of an antebellum mansion. Wide white 
columns, two floors and large windows. The front of the 
house looked down on the town, while the back looked 
toward the secret military base on the edge of Heavenly 
Swamp. Lisa's room was in the front and laid claim to the 
large porch over the driveway.

"Think Lisa." she said, going to over to the large 
telescope she had gotten for her last birthday. 
Theoretically it was to look at the sky. In reality was 
to spy on the town. Information, as her father often 
said, was power. Lisa focused the telescope on Mindy's 
house. She could see the living room, kitchen and part of 
the yard, but all the bedrooms were in the back. The same 
was true for Elvira's house.

Swearing Lisa walked back into her room and lay down on 
the bed. She picked up a stuffed panda and hugged it to 
herself as she thought. 

It wasn't that she wanted to help her brother out so much 
as she wanted to get into Harvard too. A black mark on 
his record could find it's way to her's quite easily. She 
didn't want to be running for public office one day and 
have to answer embarrassing questions about her brother. 
It'd be easy if Elvira and Mindy were really lovers, Lisa 
thought. A couple off good X or even R pictures would 
free her brother in a snap.

But they weren't, she had checked, no one had seen even a 
hint of lesbian activity. N or had anyone believed the 
ones she had spread. Aside from some crazy stories about 
Elvira changing size there was no dirt on either of them. 
But if there was no dirt, as her father pointed out, then 
you had to make some. But how?

The picture idea was still good, Lisa was sure of it. 
Mindy was paranoid about boys looking at her, about 
anyone looking at her really. If Lisa could just get one 
shot, even just a topless one... If Mindy spilled 
something on her blouse maybe... But no, Mindy was warned 
now, she'd see the photo-op coming. Besides Mindy and 
Elvira would know who it was, and they might go to the 
police. An extortion rap would definitely keep her out of 
Harvard.

An idea came to Lisa suddenly, as if a flash of lightning 
illuminated the darker part of her soul. A fully formed 
fiendish plan lay there. She got up and walked over to 
the doors to the balcony, closing them silently. Then she 
dropped the shades and closed the curtains. Again 
quietly, she walked over and locked her door. The she 
walked into her closet and pushed the cloths to one side. 
A touch on one part of the wall moved a panel revealing a 
safe. 

She opened it, cupping one hand over to other to hide the 
combination. Then she took out a small bottle. The bottle 
was her families' dark secret. Her ancestor had been a 
pirate, and from one of the cities looted he had found 
the bottle. Lisa took into her room and put it on the 
bed, kneeling as she did so. The bottle was Arabic in 
style, with golden glass framed by ruined iron. Lisa took 
the top off and rubbed it slightly.

Instantly smoke billowed out from the bottle. Dark blue 
in color it flowed over to the bed and formed itself into 
a human shape. Fair of skin and with light brown hair the 
genie was as she had been since that long ago day when 
Isaac Douglas had found her. She was a medium sized woman 
with hazel eyes and a slightly plump figure. A blue silk 
cord bound her wrist together behind back and crossed 
above and below her chest, causing her breast to stand 
out against her red halter-top. She wore flowing multi-
colored pantaloons and a red jewel sat in her navel. A 
red ball gag prevented her from speaking.

According to family legend Isaac had found the genie and 
she had offered him the traditional three wishes. But 
Isaac had heard a legend about genies. If you could bind 
one before the three wishes were used up, she was yours 
forever. He had surprised her from behind and bound her, 
and from that day forward Cathy (Originally it was 
Cathay, Isaac had named her after his ship, but no one 
used that name anymore) was the Douglas family slave. She 
was not as powerful as a free genie. In fact by binding 
her and keeping her bound the family was slowly killing 
her. But that process would take centuries.

Lisa had been told the whole story on her sixteenth 
birthday. The next night she took the bottle when 
everyone else was asleep, having long since learned the 
location and combination of her fathers' safe. At her 
command Cathy took the memory of the bottle from everyone 
in the family. Power, as Lisa's father had often told 
them, was to be hoarded, not shared. Trouble was a bound 
genie was just not that powerful. 

Lisa had expected some one who could perform miracles, 
but Cathy could barely change someone into a toad. Still 
Lisa was patient, she learned over time how to use the 
genie. Cathy was good for little things, like exam 
papers, or having another students dress fall apart at 
the right moment. In the two years since she had gotten 
the genie Lisa had used her well. But Lisa knew that for 
anything big Cathy was useless. She had already tried to 
use Cathy to get Oliver out of jail, but Cathy just 
wasn't powerful enough. She could get him out of jail, 
but not erase the crimes he committed. The paperwork of 
the legal system defeated her.

"I've got a job for you." Lisa said, taking the gag out 
of Cathy's mouth.

"Yes mistress." Cathy said. Her voice was sweet, but 
tired, with an edge of fear.

"Relax, I'm not going to punish you." Lisa said. "I want 
a schedule for Elvira Peterson's babysitting jobs."

Cathy blinked and a sheet of paper appeared beside Lisa. 
She studied the paper and walked over to her computer. 
Cathy stood up and stretched as much as she was able. Her 
hazel eyes were clouded with pain, and she moved as if 
gravity was twice for her what it would be for a normal 
person.

"I need a couple of parents." Lisa said, getting up. 
"They need to be wholesome, but I only need them for a 
night. Can you do it."

"One parent mistress." Cathy said.

"Just one?"

"Yes mistress."

"It'll do. I also need to loose a few years for the same 
night. Can you make me," she paused for a moment 
thinking, "twelve years old?"

"Yes." Lisa looked at her sharply and Cathy added, 
"mistress."

"Just the body, I'd still be me, still have my mind and 
current memories, but I'd be twelve."

"Yes mistress."

A week later Lisa stood in a new bedroom. This house was 
one of the many her father owned around town. Empty since 
he had thrown the last tenants out. The house sat near 
the Dead Diamond River, a run down fifties ranch house 
with a lot of land around it. It was perfect for Lisa's 
plan. She had been there a lot during the week, cutting 
school when necessary. The house was now infested with 
hidden cameras, microphones and speakers.

Every room, every hallway, all wired to motion detectors 
and leading to a central station in the cellar. Lisa's 
new mother, a slight woman just starting to gray sat in 
the living room. She wore a conservative flowered dress 
with her hair curled. Essentially she was just like the 
house, bland and non-threatening.

"Do it." Lisa commanded. On the bed Cathy blinked, 
scrunching up her face with the effort.

The spell enveloped Lisa like a cold shower turning warm. 
She felt the change first in her head. Lisa's world 
changed as her eyes moved closer together. She felt her 
teeth change, getting smaller. Lisa looked down and saw 
her chest deflate. Opening her blouse she saw her breast 
slowly flatten and her nipples grow lighter. Stunned she 
let the blouse drop to the floor. Her pants and underwear 
fell down.

Awkwardly she stepped out of her cloths, looking at the 
naked twelve-year-old in the mirror. Stubby fingers, 
button nose, moppet style hair.

"I was a cute kid." she said, reveling in the way her 
image smiled back at her. "Cute and harmless."

Quickly she dressed in "Little Mermaid" pajamas. Cathy 
lay on the bed passed out. Lisa put the gag back into her 
mouth, then tied her ankles together. With the genie Lisa 
took no chances. For the next hour she moved through the 
house, rechecking everything.

Mindy pulled the car into the driveway and stopped. The 
car was a true luxury to her. A 1959 silver Malibu Stacy 
Thunderbird. Originally it had only been about a foot 
long, but Mindy had talked Jeremy Carrion into hitting it 
with a growing ray. The car, originally a toy but 
modified by aliens, had gadgets that would make James 
Bond green with envy. With Lisa Douglas around Mindy 
didn't want to take any chances. Lisa was not the type to 
give up easily. Mindy looked at the ranch house.

It was not a beautiful place. The paint was peeling, the 
roof needed work as did the yard. But it was a job, and 
since Elvira was babysitting someone else it was Mindy's 
job. Following Elvira's advice Mindy wore a pair of jeans 
with a t-shirt and plaid shirt over that. It showed off 
her figure, which Mindy didn't like, but skirts, as 
Elvira often pointed out, were dangerous. They could 
catch on things, be hammered into the floor and were 
easily set on fire. She also warned that the bulky 
turtlenecks Mindy normally wore were just perfect for 
dropping bugs into.

Walking up to the door Mindy rang the bell. There was a 
short pause and a pleasant looking woman in her forties 
opened the door.

"Hi, I'm Mindy McConnell."

"Come in, I'm Mrs. Ephemeral."

She stood back and Mindy walked past her into the house. 
Mindy glanced around quickly. In front of her was a set 
of stairs leading up. To her right was a small kitchen, 
to her left a living room. Past the stairs was a smaller 
door that Mindy guessed led to the cellar.

"Elizabeth!" Mrs. Ephemeral called. A chubby girl in 
little mermaid pajama's came bounding down the stairs and 
leapt into Mindy's arms.

"Is this her mom?"

"Yes dear, now you be good." She put a coat on and gave 
the girl a quick kiss. "I'll be back in a few hours, Oh 
and I told Liz she could back some cookies. Bye."

Well that was abrupt, Mindy thought as she put Liz down. 
She watched as Mrs. Ephemeral walked down the to the 
street and turned left.

"Come on." Liz said, grabbing Mindy's arm and pulling her 
toward the kitchen. "Lets bake."

Lisa could barely contain herself. Mindy had looked 
straight at her and not recognized her. The leap into the 
taller girls arms had come out of the blue, but it seemed 
natural. In fact Lisa seemed to have a lot more energy, 
there was a bounce in her step that wasn't there before. 
It was a lot more fun being a kid, Lisa reflected.

"So what do you want to make?" Mindy asked. Compared to 
some of the horror stories Elvira told, cooking was not 
dangerous.

"Fudge." Liz said, pulling a pan out of a bottom cabinet. 
I made some mix and put it up on the shelf this 
afternoon."

"You put it up there?" Mindy asked, spotting a bowl. The 
shelf sat just under the ceiling. Even with a chair she 
doubted the little girl could reach it.

"I meant my mom did." Liz said.

Shrugging Mindy pulled a chair over and climbed it. She 
had just lifted the bowl up when a rat poked his head out 
of the wall to her left. Mindy screamed and fell back, 
landing hard on the floor with the fudge bowl landing on 
top of her head.

"Hey!" Liz cried, falling on top of her and spilling the 
cooking oil she had been carrying onto Mindy's lap. "You 
all right?" Liz asked, getting off of her. 

"I saw a rat behind the wall."

"Creepy." Liz said. "We have the exterminators coming 
next week.

Mindy stood up, grabbing a dishtowel. The fudge mix had 
seeped into her hair and shirt and the cooking oil was 
doing the same to her jeans.

"Oh great." she said.

"Messy." Liz agreed. "Come on, I'll show you where the 
bathroom is."

The bathroom was at the top of the stairs to the right. 
To the left was another door that Mindy assumed went to a 
bedroom. The bathroom was small, with a toilet, small 
window and a shower. The shower was a phone booth sized 
chamber with a frosted glass door. Across from it was a 
full-length mirror. A small cabinet set into the wall 
held a supply of towels. Another towel hung from a hook 
next to the shower.

"Boy you're big." Liz said, giggling as Mindy undressed.

"Yea, I know." Mindy said, blushing slightly.

"These are going to take a while to wash." Liz said, 
taking the cloths as Mindy peeled them off her body. "You 
want to use my mother's robe?"

"Yea, thanks." Mindy said, stepping into the shower. A 
small rack hanging from the shower nozzle held a shampoo 
bottle.

"You gotta close the door or the water leaks out." Liz 
said.

"Ok." Mindy closed the door and turned on the water. A 
jet of mercifully warm water hit her and she ducked her 
head under it. So much for cooking not being dangerous, 
she thought.

Lisa ran down to the basement, stopping only to grab all 
the towels out of the bathroom. Then she grabbed all the 
sheets, pillowcases, curtains and anything else Mindy 
could use to cover herself. Once in the basement she 
turned on the monitor, getting a full color shot of Mindy 
in the shower.

"Beautiful." Lisa said. Mindy rinsed out her hair and 
then began to soap up her breast. Lisa spared a glance at 
the VCR. It was recording it all. "A couple of these 
shots and Mindy forget all about pressing charges."

What Lisa should have done at that point was go on with 
her original plan. Get some nude shots of Mindy, call 
back the fake parent and get Mindy out of the house. But 
Lisa was having too much fun to think about the plan. A 
sudden thought hit her. Grabbing a sticki-note she 
scribbled something on it and ran back up stairs. 

Mindy showered quickly, getting the fudge mix out of her 
hair and rinsing off her face. Turning off the water she 
opened the door and reached for the towel. 

It wasn't there. 

Puzzled the wet babysitter stepped out and opened the 
cabinet door. Only empty space and a note greeted her.

"Hide and seek." the note said, scrawled in a child's 
hand.

"Liz!" Mindy growled. Outside the door she heard the 
child giggling. "LIZ!" She shouted, opening the door. 

The hallway was empty. Again Mindy heard giggling, this 
time from the room across the hallway. Trying to cover 
herself with her hands Mindy charged across, opening the 
door only to discover an empty bedroom. The sheets, 
curtains, everything was gone. 

"El was right." Mindy said, turning back to the hallway. 
"Never trust em." Mindy boldly walked down the stairs, 
looking for Lisa. If it had been a little boy she'd be 
more upset, but for a little girl Mindy could stand being 
naked. At least for a few minutes. 

Lisa watched with glee as Mindy walked through the house. 
She was getting views of Mindy that not even her brother 
dreamed off. It would have been a shame to waste all 
those cameras after all. Suddenly she realized that Mindy 
was heading for the cellar door. Spinning around the girl 
grabbed Cathy and pulled the ball gag from her mouth.

"Make the cellar door look like the rest of the wall."

"Yes mistress." Cathy said, blinking.

Breathing a sigh of relief Lisa turned back to the 
monitor. Mindy stood in front of the door, looking 
puzzled. Then she went back up stairs.

"I'll leave her here naked." Lisa giggled. "Got enough 
power to get me, you and this tape back to my room?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Yes!" Lisa exclaimed as she reached for the off switch 
of the VCR. But a glance at the monitor stopped her. 
Mindy was laying on the bed. The tall blonde convulsed, 
hugging herself into a fetal position. Then she changed. 
Lisa watched astounded as Mindy started to shrink. It was 
quick, taking only a few seconds. Wings grew from Mindy's 
back, antenna appeared on her forehead. When it was done 
a doll sized fairy sat on the bed.

"What the hell... Did you do that?" Lisa demanded, 
turning to Cathy.

"No mistress." Cathy said.

"Then what happened?"

"I do not know, mistress."

"Find out." Lisa ordered.

Cathy blinked and a look of understanding flashed onto 
her face.

"She is a were-fairy, mistress. Cursed to become a fairy 
when the moon is full."

"Really?" Lisa said, turning to the screen. Mindy had 
stood up and was examining her self. "Put a cage around 
her." 

"I can not mistress."

"What?" Lisa slapped the genie hard across the face. "Why 
can't you do anything?"

"She is a fairy mistress." Cathy said, her face turning 
red from Lisa's blow. "Even were I free my magic could 
not affect her."

"Great. Then seal this house up so she can't escape, and 
get me a net." Lisa started to get up, even as a 
butterfly net appeared in her hand. "Wait a minute." She 
stopped, looking at the screen. "What sort of magic does 
she have? Can I fight it?"

Mindy stood up and looked at herself, for a moment 
reveling in her new body. She was a fairy once more. 
Still tall and buxom, but now her breasts no longer 
bounced as she walked, for they were filled with wing 
muscles. Her fingers and toes were longer now. The 
antenna started from her temples, then curved gracefully 
over her eyebrows to the center of each eye. From there 
they reached about a foot above her head. They were 
incredibly sensitive, with nipples at each tip. She 
flapped her wings and hovered a little above the bed, 
exulting in the pleasure of flight.

"Gotcha!" Liz shouted, showering something on her. Mindy 
fell to the bed, gasping for air. Suddenly she started to 
sneeze. 

"Liz... what?" Mindy managed to say between sneezes. 
Desperately she tried to remember some of the fairy magic 
she could now use. But all her attention was centered on 
her nose. 

"Music to my ears." Liz said, picking Mindy up carried 
her down stairs.

Mindy tried desperately to struggle, shout or even think 
but all she could do was sneeze. Liz carried her into the 
living room and held her down on the table. She pulled 
one of Mindy's arms out and held it down. Then she 
reached over and picked up a hammer. Mindy screamed, 
terror breaking through the sneezing. She clenched her 
eyes shut and waited for the pain. But all she heard was 
Liz giggling.

Opening her eyes Mindy saw the child put a wire tack over 
her wrist. It was U shaped, with a white plastic at the 
bottom. Inverted and pounded into the table it held her 
wrist perfectly. Suddenly Mindy realized she wasn't 
sneezing anymore. Instantly a spell came to mind, but 
even as she started to speak Liz sprinkled something over 
her face. Once again the sneezing consumed her.

"Pepper?" Mindy gasped out between sneezes.

"Tom and Jerry rules." Liz said, giggling as she secured 
Mindy's other arm. She spread Mindy's legs apart and 
secured them as well. Once that was done Liz took a magic 
marker and traced a geometric pattern with Mindy at its 
center. As soon as it was finished the pattern glowed 
scarlet. In the center Mindy felt like a fish being 
pulled out of the water. Her limbs seemed to turn to 
lead, her mind was coated in mist and fog.

"What...?" Mindy tried to speak and suddenly forgot how.

"Just grounded you out for a while." Liz said. "You'll 
feel better in a few minutes, but no magic."

She was right, Mindy could feel her strength returning, 
but that part of her that could summon and control the 
mystical energy of the universe was dead. It was like one 
of her limbs was asleep she knew it was there, but 
couldn't use it.

"Why? How?"

Liz threw back her head and laughed, but it wasn't the 
innocent laughter of a child. This laugh had a biting 
edge to it. 

"Big strong Mindy." Liz said, prodding Mindy's helpless 
body with her finger. She traced a path from Mindy's feet 
to her vagina, then up over her stomach, stopping at her 
breast. With two fingers she massaged Mindy's chest. 
Mindy squirmed, but did no more than that. "There's guys 
in school who'd give good money to see you like this. 
With or without the wings." She traced a path over 
Mindy's antenna. "You gotta wonder about it too. After 
all, how big can a guys cock be before it gets too big?"

"Lisa?" Mindy shouted, truly scared.

"You should have dropped the charges." Lisa said, 
laughing. "I was gonna just get some nude shots of you, 
but now... but now..." she laughed and stood up.

"Wait here, I'll be back in a few minutes."

With that the little girl stood up and walked toward the 
cellar door.

As she walked into the cellar an inner argument raged 
within Lisa Douglas. The normal Lisa, the one who had 
existed a few hours before, was all for taking the tape 
and going. Mindy was not going to stay a fairy forever, 
only as long as the moon was up, and if she grew while 
Lisa was still small the game was over. The mature Lisa 
would have made a quick copy of the tape and hidden it, 
perhaps have called Monica or Rachel. They could have 
corroborated Lisa's story. At the very least mature Lisa 
would have gotten the genie to put her back to her normal 
age.

But that Lisa was years away, and though Lisa still had 
eighteen years of memories, the maturity that went with 
those memories had been swallowed by the recklessness of 
youth. This Lisa didn't like to share. The Lisa who 
hummed and skipped back up the steps had a new doll to 
play with.

"I am in deep trouble." Mindy said. With all her might 
she strained against the wire staples, but they held her 
easily. "Helga if I ever get out of this you have some 
explaining to do."

"I'm back." Lisa sang, poking her head around the door. 
"Miss me?"

"How did you know how to drain my powers?" Mindy 
demanded.

"It's a secret." Lisa teased, setting a bottle down on 
the table. In her other hand she held a box of crayons. 
"I might tell you later on, after I'm through coloring."

"What are you going to color?" Mindy asked. There are 
some questions that should never be asked. Even as the 
words left Mindy's mouth she knew it was a silly 
question. A straight line of mythic proportions. She 
shuddered as Lisa gave the inevitable answer.

"A fairy."

Though Mindy squirmed and writhed with every bit of 
muscle she had there was no escape. Lisa colored her feet 
blue, tickling Mindy to near black out levels in the 
process. The colored wax moved smoothly over her skin. 
Her left leg was done in gray and her right leg in 
purple. It was between the legs that Lisa encountered her 
first problem. Mindy's bush was a wide V of hair that 
pulled and twisted as the wax was rubbed on it.

"Stay still." Lisa said crossly.

Mindy ignored her, trying her best not to become aroused. 
As a fairy her sex drive was far more than a humans.

"Darn." Lisa said putting the crayon down. She got up and 
left the room, returning a few minutes later with a 
watercolor paint set.

I never knew you were such and artist, Mindy thought as 
Lisa painted her bush orange. Luckily the water colored 
paint did little to arouse her. Lisa used black and white 
stripes on Mindy's stomach, again tickling her wildly as 
she did so. Mindy's breast were squeezed and pushed while 
Lisa colored one red and one yellow. She used brown on 
the upper chest and arms. Each of Mindy's hands was 
colored black. Taking black crayon Lisa drew a Groucho 
mustache on Mindy's face and matched it with a set of 
fuzzy eyebrows.

"There." Lisa said, sitting back to take a full look. 
"Almost done."

"Almost?" Mindy echoed.

"Gotta get the back." Lisa said, holding up a pair of 
needle nose pliers.

Oh yea, Mindy thought, please give me a chance to get 
free.

Lisa was smarter than that though. She pulled the nails 
that held Mindy's legs, but left the ones holding her 
wrist. Then she pulled the fairy's legs up until only 
Mindy's shoulders and neck were still on the table. 
Infuriated Mindy pulled against the nails holding her 
wrist. Slowly she felt them move. Mindy was so surprised 
she stopped straining. Then she started again. Lisa 
didn't notice, so intent was she on her coloring. Mindy 
realized that with the rest of her body straight up she 
had the leverage to free her arms. Bracing herself Mindy 
focused all her strength into her arms.

"There." Lisa said, letting Mindy drop.

"There!" Mindy shouted, pulling her arms free. In a 
second she was airborne and heading toward the door.

"Hey!" Lisa shouted, throwing a handful of crayons at 
her. They scattered in the air and a few of them hit 
Mindy in the back. The fairy dropped, but recovered in 
mid air just as Lisa was grabbing for her. Missing the 
fairy the child slammed the door shut. Flying to the 
ceiling Mindy grabbed a piece of the molding and held on. 
She looked down at the false child.

"Come down here!" Lisa commanded.

Mindy didn't bother answering, she just looked for a way 
out of the room. For a few minutes they just looked at 
each other. Mindy's wings ached where the crayons had 
struck them. Lisa was suffering the frustration that only 
a child could suffer. It was Lisa who broke the silence.

"You can't get out, and you can't stay up there forever."

"I don't have to stay up here forever." Mindy said.

"We're not done playing." Lisa exclaimed. Deep within her 
the argument was raging again. Adult Lisa told her to 
forget about playing and just snap a few pictures. 
Immature Lisa was having none of that, she didn't brook 
disobedience from her dolls. More than one had gone into 
the micro-wave as punishment. Mindy deserved something 
like that. Immature Lisa then did the thing that Adult 
Lisa never would have. She picked up the lamp and rubbed 
it.

Mindy could still be amazed. That surprised her. But 
seeing smoke come out of a bottle and solidifying into 
the shape of a young woman amazed her. At the same time a 
lot of things about the Douglas family snapped into 
focus. All the lottery wins the family had, all the lucky 
coincidences that kept them in wealth and luxury. They 
had all come from the bottle. The genie looked pale and 
worn. Her eyes were clouded with tears and her skin 
around the ropes was turning green.

"Please mistress." she begged. "I need more rest."

"Shut up." Lisa said. "Look I want a phaser like they 
have on star trek."

The genie closed her eyes, summoning her magic. Mindy 
felt a stab of sympathy for her. From the knowledge she 
had as a fairy Mindy knew that genies were slaves, but 
she had never realized how completely captive they were. 
A phaser pistol from the original star trek show appeared 
Lisa's hand. She aimed and fired before Mindy could move. 
For a moment Mindy wondered if her fairy body could take 
a shot of charged energy. But nothing happened.

"It doesn't work?" Lisa shouted, turning to the fairy. "I 
want a working one!"

"I can't mistress, not without more rest... I am too 
weak."

"Useless!" Lisa snapped, slapping her across the face.

"Hey!" Mindy shouted, drifting down toward them. "Pick on 
someone who isn't tied up. Or isn't smaller than you." 
she added as Lisa swung at her. Mindy retreated to the 
ceiling once more.

Pulling down the genie's top Lisa grabbed her nipple and 
twisted. Cathy cried out in pain and sank into the couch. 

"I want a working phaser." Lisa said coldly. "Or do you 
want me to get the shoes out again?"

A look of terror came on Cathy's face and she blinked, 
passing out with the effort. Lisa spun around, the phaser 
in her hand. This time Mindy dodged and Lisa scorched the 
wall.

"Darn." Lisa snapped, turning to the genie she slapped 
Cathy's breast. "See what you made me do?"

"My bottle mistress." Cathy whimpered. "Must rest."

"You'll get your rest when I say you will." Lisa said. 
Grabbing the genies shoulders Lisa forced her face down 
onto the couch and put the bottle a foot away from her. 
"Don't move."

Lisa looked up and saw Mindy hovering near the door. She 
quickly reset the phaser and fired again. The door 
vanished in a crimson glow and Mindy flew out of the 
room. Screaming Lisa charged after her. 

Mindy flew back into the room a few minutes later. Behind 
her Lisa could be heard shouting and firing. Cathy lay 
where she had been ordered to lie. Her legs were in an 
awkward position under her and her face was pressed hard 
into the fabric. With pained hazel eyes she watched as 
Mindy flew toward her.

"Please..." she whispered, obviously talking with great 
effort. "Help me."

"Hold on." Mindy said, flying to the ropes. But at her 
present size the knots were as big as a hand bag and as 
tight as steel chains. Mindy pulled and twisted with 
everything she had, but couldn't budge them. 

"Sorry." Mindy said, flying back in front of her face. 
"But your stuck until I get back to full size."

"My bottle." the genie looked longingly at where Lisa had 
put the bottle.

Mindy walked over and pushed the bottle over, then rolled 
it over until it nearly touched Cathy's face.

"Help me." Cathy pleaded.

Suddenly understanding Mind put one hand on the rim of 
the bottle and the other hand on the genie's forehead. 
Cathy blinked and they were suddenly enveloped in a cloud 
of smoke. Mindy felt her body go soft, like she had been 
suddenly dumped in a whirlpool bathtub. Smoke was all 
around her, but she had no trouble breathing. The smoke 
swirled around her for a time that could have been an 
instant or a year. When it cleared they were in what 
looked like a dungeon.

It was a dungeon like many Mindy had seen in her comic 
books. Torches lit the place dimly, making it hard to 
tell how large it was. In the center of the room was a 
large fire pit filled with red-hot coals. Four torture 
racks were spaced evenly around the fire pit. On the 
walls were numerous manacles. Cells lined the walls and 
small cages dangled from the shadowed ceiling. Mindy and 
the genie had materialized in a circle next to the fire 
pit. Mindy shuddered, the feeling of despair and pain was 
palpable. Suddenly she realized that Cathy had 
materialized next to her and both of them were the same 
size. Mindy was still a fairy though.

"Easy." she said, letting Cathy down to the floor as 
gently as she could.

"There." the genie said, lifting her head toward a large 
four poster bed set in one of the cells. The bed was 
completely out of place in the dungeon. It was round and 
curtained. Multi-colored silks, semi transparent giving 
off a faint gossamer glow contrasted with the dull black 
stone. Dozens of differently shaped and colored cushions 
lay on the bed. Mindy carried Cathy over to the bed and 
laid her down. The genie seemed to melt into the silks. 

"Let me get those ropes now."

"No." the genie warned, but it was too late. A spark flew 
from the ropes and burned Mindy's hand.

"Figures." Mindy said, rubbing the burn. "It's never that 
easy."

"Please..." Cathy whispered, "water..."

Mindy looked around and saw another anomaly in the next 
cell. A large crystal fountain in the shape of a 
butterfly sitting on a rose. The butterfly's wings were 
rainbow hued stain glass. From them a clear stream of 
water cascaded into the red bowl that the rose formed. 
Mindy walked over to it and took a small cup from the 
side of the bowl. She filled the cup and then walked back 
to the bed. Gently she eased Cathy into a sitting 
position and held the cup to her lips.

The genie drank greedily, sucking the water from the cup 
as if she were dying of thirst. The more she drank the 
more solid she seemed to be, and Mindy realized that 
Cathy was drinking more than the cup could hold. But the 
water level never seemed to drop. For long minutes they 
sat there, Mindy holding her and Cathy drinking. Finally 
the genie stopped and looked up at Mindy with gratitude 
that bordered on worship.

"Thank you, oh thank you." Cathy said, kissing Mindy's 
hand.

"It's ok." Mindy said, easing her hand away. Cathy 
continued kissing, her face falling into Mindy's chest. 
"It's ok." Mindy repeated, a bit more forcefully this 
time. Cathy ignored her and kept kissing and nuzzling 
her. "Enough." Mindy said, firmly but gently. She let 
Cathy lay back on the bed and replaced the cup. 

"You actually live here?"

"Were else would a genie live but in a bottle?"

"It's not too cheery." Mindy said, walking back over to 
her.

"This is not how it always was." the genie sat up on her 
own and looked around sadly. "Lisa's grandmother was a 
cruel, cowardly woman. She had me create this chamber, 
and one after another her enemies were brought here. She 
would torture them, then command me to return them to the 
world without memory. She took pictures as she tortured 
them, and then used those pictures to bend them to her 
will."

"This is not a nice genetic tree to be messing with." 
Mindy said, sitting down. "How did you get mixed up with 
them."

"The patriarch of the clan, Isaac Douglas found me." 
Cathy said. She turned pale at the memory and Mindy put 
an arm around her shoulders. "I had not been called for 
centuries, and I was careless. He bound me after his 
second wish, twisting me tightly with silken cords. 
Somehow he found out that if a genie is bound before the 
third wish she is enslaved to her capture. Aye to him and 
his family through the life of that family line. For ages 
I have been their slave. They never allowed me to drink, 
for fear I would become powerful enough to break free. I 
was only able to rest." She pressed her head into Mindy's 
shoulder. "Oh thank you for letting me drink."

"Ok, we've established you're grateful." Mindy said, 
pushing her back. "Now lets figure out how to free you." 

"It can not be done." Cathy said. "I can only be freed by 
he who bound me, and he is dead."

"So it can't be by Lisa or someone else in the family?"

"No mistress."

"Mindy, my names Mindy."

"No mistress Mindy."

"Just Mindy."

"But you aided me." Cathy said, looking puzzled. "Despite 
that my power was used against you. Even now you take my 
part, surely you wish me for yourself mistress Mindy." 
Cathy lay down and put her head on Mindy's lap. Her eyes 
looked with longing and devotion toward the fairy. "And I 
wish nothing more than to serve you."

"Why can't I ever get this from guys?" Mindy wondered 
aloud. Taking Cathy's shoulders she eased the genie back 
into a sitting position. "What is all this serving stuff 
anyway, you like being a slave?"

"A genie is not a slave." Cathy insisted.

"Your tied up in a dungeon." Mindy countered.

"You do not understand." Cathy said. "As a servant I am 
useful, I am free from power."

"But you still have power."

"But I can not use it for myself and thus I am free."

"What?"

"As a free being I could have anything I wanted. But if 
you can have Everything you want, what is the point of 
having Anything. Freedom for my kind would mean 
omnipotence, but power without direction, without 
passion."

"Oh." Mindy said, starting to understand. "You don't like 
being a slave, but you love being a servant."

"Yes, for as I serve I have freedom from choice and 
responsibility."

"Man that guy who wrote the Gor novels was completely off 
base." Mindy said. "Ok, let's deal the problems one at a 
time. Lisa first, me getting back to normal size second, 
your freedom last."

"What ever you say mistress Mindy." Cathy said.

Mindy sighed and decided to let the matter drop.

Adult Lisa had finally gotten through to immature Lisa. 
It had taken twenty minutes but she got through. Lisa 
went back to the living room, phaser at the ready. The 
house was sealed Cathy had done that at least. Mindy had 
to be somewhere. She'd get the genie to conjure up an 
army of small dolls or something. 

Lisa stopped in the doorway, her stomach dropping as she 
looked for Cathy. The genie was no where in sight. Deep 
with in her Adult Lisa raised holy hell, breaking through 
the immature Lisa's prison of recklessness. Lisa went 
over to the couch and picked up the bottle. She rubbed 
it, hoping against hope that the genie would appear. Lisa 
breathed a sigh of relief when the familiar smoke issued 
forth and took shape on the couch. But there was 
something different about Cathy this time. Adult Lisa 
noticed it immediately, but with the fear gone she had 
little say in matters anymore.

"Yes mistress." Cathy asked. 

"How'd you get back into the bottle without my 
permission?" Lisa demanded.

"I..." Cathy hesitated, looking down.

"Tell me the truth." Lisa ordered.

"The fairy aided me."

"Traitor!" Lisa snapped, slapping her across the face. 
"Where is she now?"

"Still in the bottle mistress."

"Then get us in there." Lisa commanded.

"Yes mistress."

Even as they changed from smoke to flesh Adult Lisa was 
screaming at Immature Lisa. But the warning came too 
late. The phaser was chopped out of her hand and before 
she could say a word a silk gag was wrapped around her 
mouth. 

"Hi there." Mindy said, smiling.

Lisa looked at her, going white as she realized her 
height advantage was gone. Desperately she reached for 
the gag, but Mindy grabbed her hands and forced them 
behind her back. Then she lifted the girl up and carried 
her over to one of the torture racks. Lisa squirmed and 
twisted like a mad snake but Mindy held her down and 
forced her wrist and ankles into the manacles. After that 
a few turns of the wheel and Lisa was held taunt. Mindy 
stepped back and watched for a few moments as the girl 
pulled and twisted. Then she led Cathy over to the 
entrance.

"Come on, we need some help."

End.

Well Lisa's taken care of for now, but Mindy now faces 
the problem of what to do with her. Also she has to 
figure out how to stop being a fairy during the full 
moon, or if she wants to stop being a fairy during the 
full moon. Not to mention the adoring genie (who is 
powerless unless Lisa tells her to do something) who 
wants to be her devoted servant. (Is this last part a 
problem?)

More to come, stay tuned.


**************


Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode twenty: Crisis on a Friday Night

By Skytower 

 

Elvira Peterson eased her moped between the old station 
wagon and the wall of the garage, hitting the close door 
switch out of habit. She was tired and her muscles ached. 
Putting her helmet onto the handlebars she opened the 
door and walked through the kitchen to the living room. 
Her mother looked up from her book and smiled.

"Hi honey. How did it go."

"No problems." Elvira said smiling as she bounced up the 
stairs. Once on the top landing and out of her mother's 
line of sight she sagged and walked slowly into her room.

"One day you're going to have to tell her." Guinevere 
said. She was lying on Elvira's bed, a Superman comic on 
her lap. Though they were sisters the only physical trait 
Elvira and Guinevere shared was deep brown eyes. Her 
sister would be taller than Elvira's five feet five 
inches in another few years. Her hair was blonde to 
Elvira's brown, her skin fair to Elvira's slightly darker 
tone. Guinevere had the round friendly eyes of a cartoon 
character, while Elvira's were smaller with arched 
eyebrows. At ten years old Guinevere thought her sisters 
life fun and adventurous. At 18 Elvira agreed with the 
adventurous part, but not the fun. 

Elvira grunted and let her self fall across the bed, 
tossing her bag into the floor in the same motion. 
Guinevere quickly pulled her legs up to avoid having her 
sister fall on them.

"Right tell my mother I shrink to twelve inches if I get 
tickled too much. Remember the last time I tried to ask 
about getting my ears pierced?"

"The cops wouldn't go away until they searched the 
house." Guinevere giggled. "They were sure some guy was 
holding us hostage."

"Yea, a lot of fun." Elvira smiled ruefully as she sat up 
and pulled her shirt over her head. Her mother tended to 
scream during their arguments. Almost as loudly as Elvira 
managed to scream during their arguments.

"How come the watch didn't work this time?"

"It might have, if Mary hadn't just popped a Hershey's 
kiss into my mouth." Elvira said, looking at her sister 
sternly. That chocolate as well as sustained tickling 
could trigger her shrinking was a secret she had told 
only Mindy, Calliope and Guinevere. Yet somehow everyone 
she babysat, most of whom were her sister's friends, knew 
of it.

Guinevere gave her sister the same wide-eyed innocent 
that served her so well in school and shrugged.

"How'd you know I shrunk?"

"No bra." Guinevere said. "You never put it back on after 
you get shrunk."

"Oh yea." Elvira said, glancing down. Truthfully she 
didn't really need a bra. Her breast were not large, but 
she usually wore one anyway because her nipples were 
oversized and she was self conscious about them. "Back 
rub please." she said, lying back down on the bed.

"What'd they make you do?" Guinevere asked, sitting on 
Elvira's back she began to massage her sisters' 
shoulders. 

"Well it seems that Todd lost all his marbles though a 
hole in the floor. I was elected to get them. Then Mary 
decided that I needed a bath." Elvira sighed. "So 
naturally it's a half hour in the bathroom sink while 
they argue who gets to do my hair. Luckily the chocolate 
wore off before the parents came home."

"Well at least you were clean."

"Oh yea, nothing gets you cleaner than getting dipped in 
baby shampoo and rubbed between two sponges." Elvira 
shuddered and relaxed as the tension was massaged out of 
her body.

"You haven't forgotten about this Sunday have you?"

"No." Elvira sighed. In return for Guinevere's silence 
about her condition Elvira was forced every so often to 
shrink herself and model Malibu Stacy cloths for her 
sister's award winning webpage. The costume designs were 
Guinevere originals, and earned her a little money from 
the toy company. Elvira wore enough makeup to make sure 
no one ever thought she was truly alive, just a well 
engineered piece of plastic with some bits of computer 
graphics thrown in. Privately Elvira thought she looked 
horrible, but the hit counter on Guinevere's website said 
otherwise.

"Good, I just finished a Sailor Moon costume."

"Swell." Elvira mumbled. Far worse than the original 
designs were Guinevere's tribute designs.

"Mindy said she'd give me a lock of her hair for the 
wig."

"She would." Elvira mumbled. Mindy had never missed a 
taping. Elvira knew that she enjoyed having her best 
friend doll sized. She would think that since Mindy had 
been changed into a fairy once herself that her best 
friend would have more sympathy. She didn't, and Mindy 
often giggled more than Guinevere did during the 
sessions. Guinevere massaged her for a few more moments. 

"You know blonde hair goes well with another costume..."

"I AM NOT GOING TO BE SMURFETTE!" Elvira said her voice 
making the glass in the windows vibrate.

"Ok, ok. But you'd be cute..."

The phone rang and Elvira picked it up, ignoring her 
sister's giggle. Elvira loved hockey, and if her hockey 
stick shaped phone made her look silly as she talked, so 
be it.

"Hello." Elvira mumbled.

"Greetings Elvira." Jeremy Carrion said, his young voice 
sounding sweet.

"Hi Jeremy." Elvira said, keeping her voice even.

Guinevere however noticed that the muscles in her 
sisters' shoulders had gone rock hard.

"We have a few problems here at the mansion that warrant 
your attention."

"Yea right. Forget it Jeremy, I'm tired."

"This is serious." Jeremy said, though his tone sounded 
as if he was discussing the weather. "Calliope has 
vanished and Mindy has shown up at our door, transformed 
into a fairy and in the company of a bound genie."

"A what genie?"

"A young woman in a harem costume who is tied up and 
claims to be a genie."

"Let me talk to Mindy."

"She is," Jeremy paused for a moment, "busy." Elvira 
heard a loud crash in the background. 

"I'll be over in a little while." Elvira said.

An hour later Elvira pulled her moped up to the front 
door of Carrion Mansion. The mansion loomed before her, a 
near perfect portrayal of gothic menace. It had taken 
some fast talking to convince her mother to let her go, 
but she'd done it. She didn't want to think about what 
she owed her sister for backing her up. Parking her moped 
on the side of the house she went up to the large doors. 
The gargoyle shaped knocker gazed at her impassively as 
she took the ring hanging from its mouth and knocked. The 
house seemed to shudder, but Elvira was unaffected. She 
was a regular visitor to Carion Mansion.

But when a trap door opened beneath her, plunging the 
young babysitter into darkness, she could not contain a 
frightened squeal.

Far below the main floor of Carion mansion was a vast 
vaulted chamber. Once a mere cellar it had gone through 
many changes over the years. Currently it served as the 
main laboratory for Jeremy and Helga Carion. Sets of 
spiral stairs led into the lab, but were seldom used. The 
Carion twins preferred a long slide fed chute or in house 
teleportation. Elvira had used the chute before, but 
always from the inside of the house. She had never 
guessed that the lab could be accessed from the porch. 
Still she adapted quickly, stopping her scream and 
bracing herself for the landing. The landing when it came 
was far different from the last time she had been there. 
Instead of landing harshly on a worn mattress Elvira 
found herself falling, then stopping and floating.

The transition from full speed fall to sudden hovering 
was so quick Elvira squealed again. She was in the 
entrance way to the lab, before her stretched table after 
table of bubbling chemicals and strange looking 
mechanical devices. At the far end was an enormous 
computer. After a moment Elvira found herself floating 
gently to the floor.

"Upgraded." she said, forcing her voice to sound normal. 
The sound of shouting gave her little time to adjust. 
Looking up she saw Jeremy and Helga Carion were running 
around the tables, each carrying a net. The Carion twins 
looked as they always looked, in fact they hadn't seemed 
to age in the year and a half Elvira had known them. They 
both had the same red hair, his cut short, hers long, 
slim builds and cherubic faces. At the moment those faces 
glowed with child like delight and intensity.

"Over this way!" Jeremy shouted.

"Head her off!" Helga replied.

"Get the hell away from me!" Mindy screamed. Elvira 
hadn't spotted her friend until the shout. Mindy hovered 
over the table, darting this way and that to avoid the 
nets.

"STOP!" Elvira shouted in a voice that shook the vaulted 
ceiling. Jeremy, Helga and Mindy immediately froze for an 
instant. Then Mindy flew like a dart straight into her 
friends' chest.

"Help!" Mindy shouted. "They want samples!"

"If we are going to help her we need data." Jeremy said, 
putting down his net.

"It's not like she needs all of her toes." Helga mumbled, 
putting down her own net.

"And it would most likely grow back." Jeremy added.

"Cool it kids." Elvira said, plucking Mindy off of her 
chest. "How ya doing?"

"I'm shrunk!" Mindy shouted at her.

"No kidding, now calm down and tell me what happened."

Elvira could see Mindy take a deep breath and slow her 
wings. It had been a few months since she had last seen 
Mindy as a fairy and she had forgotten how stunning a 
sight it was. Normally her friend stood nearly six feet 
tall, now she stood about a foot high. Her figure was 
still voluptuous, but her fingers and toes were longer 
and she had antenna growing out of her forehead. 
Dragonfly style wings sprouted from the center and small 
of her back. Elvira, used to being doll sized while her 
friend played the giant, found the change almost fun. 
Reaching down Elvira pulled Mindy from her shirt and held 
her in the palm of her hand.

"That was no babysitting job I went to." Mindy said, 
visibly forcing herself to calm down. "Lisa Douglas set a 
trap."

"She turned you into a fairy?" Elvira asked.

"No, I just changed. Cathay said I'm some sort of moon 
fairy now."

"Who's Cathay?"

"I think she might be the genie tied up in the dining 
room." Jeremy said.

"You guys have been busy tonight." Elvira said.

"We did not bind her." Helga said.

"Ok, lets go up to the dining room, I want all the facts 
at once for a change."

Mindy couldn't stop herself from shuddering until they 
left the lab and were well on their way to the dining 
room. She had no idea what was wrong with her, but from 
the time she and Cathay had left the genie's bottle 
anxiety had grown within her. It ate at her mind, making 
it hard to think. She hugged her Elvira's shirt as they 
climbed the stairs, trying to dig her small fingers 
through the fabric and touch her friends' breast. Warmth 
spread through body at the thought of touching Elvira's 
skin, and Mindy shifted her hand until she could reach 
above the hem and touch the exposed neck. With that touch 
all the anxiety seemed to melt away, to be replaced by a 
warm hungering sensation between her legs.

The first thing Elvira saw when she entered the dining 
room was a bound woman wearing a harem costume. 

She was nearly Elvira's height, with a plump figure and 
light brown hair. Her arms had been crossed behind her 
back and a series of ropes held them there. The ropes ran 
under and around her breast framing them. A ball gag hung 
at her throat, ready to be put in. She was sitting calmly 
at the table, watching a small TV. 

"Mistress Mindy!" Cathay said, standing and rushing over 
to Elvira. "Are you well?"

"Fine." Mindy said, sounding like she was half asleep.

"Mistress Mindy?" Elvira asked. Reaching down she pulled 
Mindy off of her chest. "How come I get crazed 
supervillains and you get adoring genies?"

For an answer Mindy leapt out of Elvira's hand and dove 
beneath her friends shirt.

"Hey!" Elvira shouted, reaching into her shirt. There was 
a few seconds worth of battle as Mindy held onto Elvira's 
nipple, but Elvira prevailed. Grabbing her friends' legs 
she pulled her out.

"The moon is still high." Cathay said, almost sadly.

"What?"

"While the moon is high Mistress Mindy has not the 
strength to resist her fairy nature." Cathay said, 
looking down. "My spell took that strength from her."

"Well great." Elvira snapped. Taking firm hold of Mindy 
she pressed her down on the table. "Jeremy, get me a jar 
of cold water will ya?"

The frigid water did its job almost instantly. Mindy felt 
an intense shock as her nerves screamed of the sudden 
cold. Her mind cleared at about the same time the flush 
came to her face.

"Feeling better?" Elvira asked.

"Yea." Mindy mumbled. Climbing out of the jar she sat 
down and leaned against it. Though it was not the first 
time Mindy had seen the dining hall of Carion Mansion 
from a fairies vantage point, the shock of the cold water 
brought the room into an almost crystal clarity. It was a 
classic room with a vaulted ceiling, candle chandeliers, 
deep wood paneling with evenly spaced portraits of Carion 
family ancestors, a roaring fireplace and a long wood 
table. The romantic in Mindy adored it. But the romantic 
part of her huddled in the back of her mind, shivering 
with the rest of her.

"Now you know how I felt when you and Guinevere dropped 
me into the ice tea." Elvira said, handing her a 
washcloth.

Mindy gave her a mean look, but took the cloth and 
wrapped it around her body.

"Now want to tell me what happened?"

"I went to that babysitting job for Mrs. Ephemeral." 
Mindy said. "But the her daughter Elizabeth turned out to 
be Lisa Douglas in disguise. She tricked me into getting 
my cloths covered in fudge sauce, then swiped them when I 
was in the shower."

"You couldn't see through Lisa's disguise?" Elvira asked.

"It was not a disguise." Cathay said, speaking up. "Lisa 
commanded me to make her a child."

Mindy shuddered, remembering how easy it had been for the 
supposed twelve year old to trick her.

Poor kid, Elvira thought. It was like any rookie she had 
ever taught to play the game of hockey, you could warn 
them all you wanted, nine times out of ten they'd still 
blow the first shift. Babysitting in their town was 
dangerous.

"The name if nothing else should have tipped you off." 
Jeremy said. "The word: "Ephemeral" means short lived.

Mindy sunk lower into her washcloth.

"Shut up Jeremy." Elvira snapped. Then she turned to 
Mindy once more. "Ok, so your getting out of the shower 
naked, what then?"

"I started to look for her." Mindy said. "I still thought 
it was Elizabeth. I was mad."

"And somewhat foolish." Jeremy said.

"Babysitting isn't as easy as it looks in all the horror 
movies." Elvira said. "So did Lisa pop out with a camera 
and get a shot of you?"

"No." Mindy said. She paused, remembering. Suddenly a 
thought occurred to her. "No, she didn't. But I'm not 
sure why, I mean I was naked, she couldn't have known I 
was going to turn into a fairy. Why didn't she have a 
camera ready?"

"She did Mistress Mindy." Cathay said. "She had spent the 
previous week installing all manor of cameras and 
microphones throughout the house. They were connected to 
a recording system in the cellar. I believe she was about 
to leave with the tapes when she saw you change."

"Oh." Mindy looked stunned.

"So when Lisa saw Mindy change she lost all interest in 
getting out of there with the tape." Elvira said.

"Yes."

"Interesting." Helga said. "Then the tape is still 
there?"

"The tape!" Mindy shouted, standing up with a look of 
panic on her face. "El we've got to get that tape! I was 
showering..." she stopped, a look of panic coming on her 
face. "With soap... and... and...

soap...!"

"Calm down Mindy." Elvira said. "Cathay does anyone else 
know about the house?"

"No. My mistress could not tell anyone without revealing 
my existence, and she will not do that."

"Ok, we have some time then." Elvira said.

"Right." Mindy said, taking a deep gulp of air. "But El 
if anyone ever sees that tape..."

"I'll go get the tape." Elvira said. "You wait here." 
Elvira looked at Jeremy and Helga. "Any chance you can 
reverse this spell thing with getting samples?"

The twins looked at each other for a moment, then at 
Mindy.

"Hmmm." Jeremy said.

"No, huh?"

"We must have something to work with." Jeremy said.

"An arm or a leg at least." Helga added. "Cathay told us 
that Mindy's condition is a result of my fairy potion 
mixing with the were-mouse potion Calliope was subjected 
too. If she is right Mindy is now a moon fairy and might 
change back when the sun rises. But mixed spells are very 
difficult to fathom."

"What about you?" Elvira turned to Cathay. "Any idea how 
to reverse it?"

"No, for my mistress commanded only to make her 
powerless, not to restore her power."

"But you know how it all works." Mindy said.

"Forgive me Mistress Mindy but I do not. I was commanded 
to learn why you had changed, and to find a way to remove 
any trace of your fairy magic, but beyond that I was 
given no commands."

"Ok." Elvira said, standing up. "Let's deal with 
everything in order. I'll got get the tape. Jeremy you 
and Helga see what you can do about curing Mindy WITHOUT 
taking samples."

"Won't be as fun." Helga mumbled.

"El what if I don't grow?" Mindy asked, her voice nearly 
a wail.

"We'll order another human suit from Toy's R Us." Elvira 
said, starting to go.

"Wait." Jeremy called. "That reminds me that Calliope is 
still missing." 

"Oh yea." Elvira locked both hands over her head for a 
moment and then stretched. "Where was the last place she 
was?"

"The high school." Jeremy said. "She was going to leave 
her suit and collect a few things from the subway."

"Great." Elvira said. The "subway" was a network of 
tunnels built by an alien race that the were-mouse had 
gotten friendly with. They had long since left, leaving 
the tunnels. "Ok, I'll find Calliope and then we'll go 
and pick up the tape. If I can't find her I'll nibble 
some chocolate and shrink." She took a deep breath and 
let it out slowly. "Any other crisis I've missed?" When 
there was no response she bent down

to the table. "Stay cool Mindy, it's Friday night, we got 
time to sort this all out."

"I hope so." Mindy said.

Everyone was silent for a few minutes after Elvira left. 
Mindy stood up, wrapping her face cloth around her body. 
Hesitantly she walked over to the twins.

"Sorry I shouted at you two."

"Quite all right." Jeremy said. Reaching over he picked 
the fairy up in his hand, clasping her ankles firmly. 
"Getting samples may not be the way to attack the problem 
anyway."

"True." Helga said, reaching over she pulled the 
washcloth away from Mindy's body. Mindy started to 
resist, then realized how futile it was. She lay as still 
as possible as Helga's finger softly poked her chest. 
"Aside from your emotional instability and increased 
sexual desire are their any other symptoms?"

"No." Mindy said, looking down at her feet. Desperately 
she tried to pull herself together. "And look I don't 
want to talk about sex with 12 year olds."

"We are not twelve." Helga said.

"We're 87." Jeremy said. "Our family ages very slowly."

"You need a babysitter at 87?" Mindy asked.

"Mother's rule." Jeremy said. "It is known that two small 
children live here after all."

"We must keep up appearances."

"They are so important to this family." A new voice 
agreed.

Mindy looked up to see a woman lowering herself to the 
table. She stood taller than Mindy, with delicate, 
aristocratic features framed by bright red hair. She held 
one of her four arms above her head, and from it a thin 
strand of webbing flowed. Bright green eyes sparkled at 
the room.

"Good evening Aunt Petunia." Jeremy said.

"Good evening Aunt Petunia." Helga repeated.

"Hi." Mindy said in a very small voice.

Aunt Petunia landed on the table and walked over to them, 
pausing to look at Cathay.

"That's Cathay." Jeremy said.

"Mistress." Cathay said, bowing slightly with a 
frightened look in her eyes.

Aunt Petunia nodded regally and moved on. She wore a long 
dress of glistening silk, one that did nothing to hide a 
figure that rivaled Mindy's. In fact with her four arms 
and four breast Aunt Petunia was more sensual than Mindy 
ever hoped to be.

"My scouts were not wrong then." she said gazing at Mindy 
as if the fairy were already bound in a web. "And I heard 
the term: "moon fairy" used did I not?"

"Calliope bit her when she was still a fairy." Helga 
said. "Her curse and my potion seem to have mixed."

"Delightful." Aunt Petunia said. "But you hardly seem 
happy my dear. Understandable with that spell robbing you 
of your powers."

"You know the spell?" Mindy asked. Aunt Petunia nodded. 
"Do you know how to counter it?"

"I do." The spider queen held out her hand.

"Would you like to come with me? I can perform the 
counter in my chamber."

"Aunt Petunia." Jeremy said, pulling Mindy back from the 
table. "Elvira has made some rather graphic threats 
concerning her friends health..."

"She will not be harmed nephew." Aunt Petunia said, 
holding up her hand with the palm facing them. "Family 
honor, she will feel no pain."

"Very well." Jeremy said, placing Mindy on the table.

"Very well?" Mindy asked, scrambling away from Aunt 
Petunia, her wings quivering in fright. "What about me?"

"Don't you wish to be cured?" Petunia asked, silently 
gliding toward her. Mindy reached the edge of the table 
and looked down. Flight briefly entered her mind. She 
glanced back at the spider queen and was suddenly 
captivated by Aunt Petunia's glowing eyes.

"You will be fine." 

"I will be fine." Mindy repeated. All the tension and 
worry left her as she stood and walked over to Aunt 
Petunia. The spider queen picked her up and took hold of 
her web line. Arm over arm she began to carry them back 
into the ceiling.



**********


Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode one: Curing the Spider People

By Skytower 


Mindy McConnell was a fairy for one night only, or so she 
thought. But whilst she was a fairy she was bitten by 
Calliope McCoy, a wear mouse. It is now the middle of her 
first night as a Moon Fairy and Mindy is learning it is 
not always an easy life. Powerless due to the efforts of 
Lisa Douglas, Mindy has returned to Carion Mansion in 
hopes of a cure. Though she does not know it yet, someone 
else is hoping to find a cure as well.

(c) Skytower



There was a part of Mindy's mind that was screaming as 
she and Aunt Petunia ascended the web line. It was the 
memory of the last time she had gone into the crawl 
spaces of Carion Mansion. That time she had nearly been 
killed, sacrificed to Aunt Petunia. But for some reason 
Mindy ignored her memories. She trusted Aunt Petunia. 
Besides the Spider Queen claimed to have a cure for 
Mindy's fairy condition.

Two of Aunt Petunia's arms pulled them up the webline, 
while two more grasped Mindy around the waist. Mindy felt 
her body sticking to Petunia's web dress and made sure 
her wings did not touch the fabric. Spider webbing was 
murder to get off of fairy wings. Petunia smiled at her, 
looking at Mindy with those bright green eyes of hers. 
Mindy felt her worries fade further into her mind.

They reached the ceiling and passed into it, into the 
crawl space between it and the floor of the second story 
of Carion Mansion. Before them, lit by small candles 
stretched a plain of plaster roofed by massive wooded 
jigs. In the dim light the plaster looked like frozen 
milk and the beams looked like fallen trees. Four spider 
men waited, their heads bowed. Mindy hadn't seen the 
spider people for months, but they hadn't changed much. 
They each had sloping foreheads, harsh brutal faces, 
human torsos somehow linked to the body of spiders.

They had captured her and chased her over half the town 
when she escaped. Occasionally they still gave her 
nightmares. Aunt Petunia walked over to them, and the 
contrast between the queen and her people was striking. 
Petunia stood tall and strong. Her red hair was cropped 
short, framing a surprisingly delicate face. She was as 
full figured as Mindy, but taller, and had four breasts 
to match her four arms. 

"Send word ahead to prepare my chamber." she said, her 
voice light but of absolute command. "Remove all 
disturbing sights from our path and command the slave to 
absent herself.

"At once great goddess." one of the spider men said. The 
group rose and quickly scuttled out of sight. They left a 
single candle for their queen.

"Come Mindy." Aunt Petunia took her hand and led Mindy 
across the plain. Mindy hesitated, fear starting to 
bubble though her calm facade. "Come with me." Petunia 
said, her eyes glowing.

"No!" Mindy shouted, her mind finally breaking free. She 
tore from the spider queen's grasp and took flight. But 
most of the light had gone with the spider men, and her 
other senses were too confused by the aftereffects of the 
hypnotic spell. She could not find a way back through the 
ceiling. She suspected the spider men had closed it.

"Mindy." Aunt Petunia called, her voice light. Light, but 
with the same tone of command she had used with the 
spider men. "I gave my word not to hurt you, don't you 
trust me?"

"No way..." Mindy started to call out then grunted as she 
flew into a support beam. She hugged it for a moment, 
then fell onto the plaster. It was like falling on 
gravel, sharp edges bit into her skin. Mindy looked back, 
but the candle had not moved. "You said you weren't going 
to hurt me." Mindy said, standing. "But there's a lot of 
things you can do that won't hurt."

"I know."

Mindy started at the silky voice and instinctively tried 
to take flight again. Petunia had left the candle and was 
standing right next to her. Even as Mindy started to fly 
she felt a net ensnare her wings. She whirled around, 
striking out blindly, only to have her blow hit nothing 
but air. Her legs were swept out from underneath her and 
Mindy landed on her back. Aunt Petunia grabbed her legs 
and rolled her captive onto her stomach. Mindy twisted 
and pulled as her legs were wrapped up. Aunt Petunia's 
gentle laughter infuriated her. She dug into the plaster 
and used the leverage to throw the woman off. Once free 
she tried to stand, but her legs were tightly bound. A 
shadow moved to her left and then behind her. She felt 
Aunt Petunia's hand on her antenna. Mindy squealed and 
reached up for them, only to have her wrist seized and 
secured together. She tried to pull them down and felt 
her wings painfully wrenched.

"Not to hard dear, you might pull them out." Aunt Petunia 
whispered. In horror Mindy realized that her wings were 
bound to her wrist. Mindy started to respond only to have 
her mouth covered with webbing.

Then it was over. Mindy lay on her side, trying to twist 
her legs free and trying not to move her arms. She 
writhed helplessly as the candle moved toward them. 

"That was fun." Aunt Petunia said, putting the candle 
down beside her. "But I can't have you struggling while 
I'm carrying a candle." She reached over and pressed a 
finger into Mindy's forehead. 

"That would be a fire hazard." Aunt Petunia said as Mindy 
was drawn into darkness.

Mindy awoke in the most uncomfortable position she had 
ever been in. She was on her knees, legs spread apart. 
Her arms had been pulled behind and above her, while her 
wings were held straight above her body. Both were 
securely fasted to wooden planks by webbing. Her chin 
rested on padded plank board. Something had been wrapped 
around her forehead, pulling her head back. Mindy probed 
with her antenna, instinctively using her fairy senses. 
She was in a small chamber, one lit by candles. The 
chamber was dry, warm and smelled faintly of cinnamon. 
One other person was in the chamber. Webbing bound 
Mindy's body to the wood, but it was only after she 
opened her eyes that Mindy realized what sort of wood it 
was.

"Popsicle sticks?" she asked, seeing Aunt Petunia laying 
on a chaise lounge in front of her.

"Did you never make a Popsicle stick fort Mindy?" Petunia 
asked, sitting up. The wood is clean, smooth and well 
shaped. I deplore splinters, don't you?"

"Well it's not going to hold me." Mindy snarled, pulling 
with all her might. She felt the wood strain, give, then 
hold. After a few minutes Mindy gave up and hung there. 
Defeated. "Then again."

"Come now Mindy, didn't I say that I'd cure you?" the 
Spider Queen walked over to her. "And aren't you feeling 
better?"

Mindy suddenly realized she was feeling better. Her 
emotions weren't racing out of control, she could use the 
fairy senses. But the knowledge of spells, powers and the 
other secrets were still closed to her. She could see 
them in her mind, but couldn't really see them. It was a 
little like looking at the cover of a book, but not being 
able to open it.

"How come I don't have any powers?"

"Well I'm afraid you can blame Calliope for that." 
Petunia said, starting to circle her captive. "She bit 
you when your powers were still forming." Petunia walked 
around her and Mindy shivered slightly.

"But you still have enough to aid my people."

"What do you mean?" Mindy asked. "Hey!" she shouted as 
she felt Aunt Petunia run a finger down her spine.

"For the past few weeks Mindy there has been a sickness 
running through the spider people. I suspect it is 
artificial in origin." Mindy stiffened, but kept silent 
as the Spider Queen started to massage her bottom. "There 
is a group of alien ants that have been warring with my 
spiders for years now."

"Alien Ants?" Mindy asked, her voice breaking slightly. 
Aunt Petunia was slowly starting to massage her ass, 
coming closer to the crack.

"Yes. Annoyances up to now, my warriors were more than a 
match for them. But with this sickness my warriors are 
weak. Too weak to fight, too weak to hunt. The ants have 
started to make territorial

gains."

"Stop that!" Mindy shouted, squirming as Aunt Petunia 
reached her hand between Mindy's legs and slowly began to 
rub her pussy. She pulled again, but again the wood and 
webbing defied her.

"No." Petunia said.

For a few moments there was silence as Petunia continued 
to massage her. Mindy could do nothing but strain against 
her bonds and try to keep her body under control. Her 
body overcame her and she could feel her stomach tighten 
and her breasts grow hard. Moisture began to collect 
between her legs. Her antenna stiffened.

"I myself am immune to this sickness." Aunt Petunia said, 
abruptly stopping her erotic massage. She walked back to 
stand in front of Mindy. "But how to transfer that 
immunity from my blood to that of

my people? My blood will not mix with theirs, nor have I 
been able to use my blood to make a serum." She smiled. 
"But then you came back. As a fairy."

"I don't understand."

"You will." Petunia said. Reaching down she cupped one of 
Mindy's breast in her hand. Slowly she began to massage 
it, squeezing the base and pulling until she reached the 
nipple. Mindy felt the breast harden in her wake. Aunt 
Petunia let go and Mindy felt an electric shock between 
the spider queen's fingers and her own nipple. "Do you 
want to know how I solved the puzzle?"

"Ok." Mindy growled, once more her fairy sex drive was 
pushing her body to respond, despite her struggles.

"One of my warriors, I believe you know him, Nails, he 
was the one who first captured you. He was dying, and as 
per the costume of the Spider People he was allowed to 
spend his last night with me."

"You have sex with these things!" Mindy screamed.

Aunt Petunia burst out laughing and Mindy felt her face 
burning.

"My dear you are entirely to provincial to be a fairy."

"There not human." Mindy protested.

"Neither am I. Nor for that matter are you, at least not 
until sun rise." Aunt Petunia pointed out, laughing 
softly at her captive. "Well after a night with me Nails 
not only survived, he was back to full health. At first I 
could not discern why. So I tried making love to other 
sick spider people. Each recovered. At last I realized 
what it was. Milk."

"Milk?" Mindy asked, her heart stopping.

"Yes." Aunt Petunia stood back and gestured to her 
breast. "My breast need little stimulation to provide 
milk, and it seems that drinking it is a cure."

Mindy let her breath out in a long silent whistle.

"But how to cure all of them?" Aunt Petunia asked. "I 
enjoy sex Mindy, more than you could know being so young, 
but there are over 200 men, women and children here. I 
can't spend the night with each of them."

"I don't have any milk." Mindy said quickly, feeling 
sweat begin to cover her body. "Helga said she took away 
the glands to make room for my wing muscles."

"I know. But she left just enough for what I plan to do."

"Wh...wha... what... what is... what.." try as she might 
Mindy could not ask the question.

"It's very simple." Aunt Petunia said, a small smile on 
her face. "You shall drink my milk." she cupped her 
breast, then ran finger to Mindy's mouth. "It shall pass 
through you, "her finger flowed down from Mindy's mouth, 
down her neck, lingering for a moment in the hollow of 
her throat, "and be imbued with fairy magic." her finger 
continued down the captive fairies chest, running along 
the breast to

the nipple. "Then my people will drink the enhanced milk. 
Only one or two swallows will suffice."

Mindy swallowed hard.

"How many..." Mindy swallowed hard. "how many spider 
people are there exactly?"

"Well it will be a long night." Aunt Petunia said. "But 
you will be saving an entire race Mindy. Isn't that worth 
more than your own sexual morals?"

Mindy was silent, trying to take it all in. Without her 
they would die, or at least some of them would. But the 
thought of over two hundred spider people sucking her 
breast... She shivered in fear and revulsion. 

What would Janeway do, Mindy silently asked the universe. 
What would any of her heroes do? Mindy searched her 
memory, running through every science fiction book she 
had ever read, but none of the hero's in those books were 
being asked quite what she was being asked. Still, if it 
meant an entire race...

"I don't have a choice in this do I?" Mindy asked, 
suddenly hoping the decision wasn't hers.

"In a way you do." Aunt Petunia said. "There is no way 
you can stop my people from suckling, but it would be 
difficult to force you to drink from me."

"Oh." Great, Mindy thought. Elvira gets villains to 
fight, I get were-mice and spiders that want to do it 
with me. It's not fair.

"Ok." Mindy said, her body sagging with the decision.

"It won't be as bad as that dear." Aunt Petunia said, 
trying to hide her amusement. "Because a part of this I 
did not mention was that you will have to be stimulated 
properly." she clapped her hands and someone walked into 
the chamber. Casey Chapel hadn't changed much since Mindy 
had last seen her. Tall and slim, with curly red hair, 
thin lips and hazel eyes. She wore nothing and Mindy was 
grateful that hair had grown over the woman's vagina 
tattoo. Her eyes were dull as she bowed before Aunt 
Petunia.

"As you command great goddess."

"I love to hear her say that." Aunt Petunia said with a 
slight musical laugh. "You know what to do."

"Yes." Casey said. She walked behind Mindy and the 
captive fairy yelped as Casey's fingers began to probe 
her vagina.

"Hey!" Mindy shouted, squirming futilely against her 
bonds.

"We should have music as well." Aunt Petunia said. "Play 
the tape!" she shouted. There was a pause and then what 
Mindy recognized as Mozart filled the chamber.

"Get her off of me!" Mindy growled, her growl turning to 
a high pitch as she felt Casey's tongued replace her 
fingers.

"Come now dear." Aunt Petunia said, moving toward her. 
"You need to be stimulated and I have to be in the 
front."

She started to caress Mindy's antenna and they stiffened 
at her touch. Mindy felt a wave of desire flood over her, 
her body suddenly felt as hot as the sun. She breathed 
deeply trying to cool it. Moisture was dripping between 
her legs, what little was getting past Casey's highly 
skillful tongue. The woman seemed to have a road map of 
Mindy's nether region and found her clitoris with ease. 
She teased it, sucked it, wrapped her tongue around it. 
Mindy could have sworn the slave was whispering to it. 
The result was surge after surge of erotic energy 
cascading through her body. Aunt Petunia took one of 
Mindy's antennas into her mouth and gently ran her tongue 
over it, producing more energy. Mindy felt like she was 
shooting the rapids of some massive river. She couldn't 
get enough air into her lungs, her mouth was hot and dry. 

When Aunt Petunia's breast brushed against her mouth the 
captive fairy needed no prompting. Her mouth opened and 
she drew the nipple inside, sucking for all she was 
worth. The liquid that filled her mouth was milk with the 
added taste of strawberries and ginger mixed with rum. It 
hit her system and made the sexual cravings she had been 
feeling seem mild by comparison.

Two spider men had entered the room. Mindy sensed them, 
but ignored them. Each had the same sloping forehead, 
Cro-Magnon face, powerful torsos and spider bodies. They 
moved silently to kneel beneath her. Then each took one 
of her breast into their mouths. 

Mindy bucked, nearly tearing the wood and webbing apart. 
But the restraints held her powerless, vulnerable. Each 
spider man pressed his mouth over her aureole and ran 
their tongues along her nipples.

An electric charge seemed to erupt from her breast. Stars 
filled her eyes as she felt the spider men suck. Insanely 
she wondered what her milk tasted like to them. It came 
out of her, but she didn't feel any loss. Rather she felt 
more alive the more they sucked and was actually sorry 
when they withdrew. Her nipples felt warm, comfortably 
warm. But they had no time too cool as within moments two 
more mouths fastened themselves to her breast.

In her mind Mindy imagined a bizarre parade of spider 
people, dancing to the music as they nursed at her bosom. 
The stars became galaxies as Aunt Petunia and Casey 
allowed her no rest. Casey probed with tongue and 
fingers, leaving no part of Mindy's rear untouched. At 
some point the captive fairy realized she was moaning, 
but her own voice sounded strange. Aunt Petunia kept her 
antennas stiff and caressed each one with fingers, tongue 
and more. Using her body in a way Mindy could not have 
imagined the spider queen hung upside down. First one 
antenna, then the other was eased into Aunt Petunia's 
pussy, driving Mindy to greater and greater heights of 
passion.

Bound as she was Mindy was helpless to aid in the 
process. She could only react, and in that there was some 
frustration. Mindy longed to break free of her bonds and 
dive into Petunia's body with her own. In her lust crazed 
mind the fairy imagined the spider queen writhing under 
Mindy's own fingers and tongue. But these fantasies 
lasted only for moments, for each one prompted her to 
move, and each time she tried to move it was brought home 
to her that she was a powerless captive. Time shattered 
for Mindy at some point. In her mind she had always been 
and would always be bound for some one else's pleasure. 

She welcomed the knowledge.

{Will Mindy survive the night? Most likely. Will she 
remember it fondly? (would you?). And what has happened 
to Elvira and Calliope? These questions will be answered 
in the future.}



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Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode twenty two: Of Ants and Robots

By Skytower 



Elvira Peterson slowed her moped to a stop a block away 
from Karloff High School, resting it in the shadows of 
the Sunny Smiles Mortuary. The name of the high school 
had nothing to do with the actor Boris Karloff, though 
few people believed that and the looks of the place 
didn't help. The building was the gift of Yohan Karloff, 
who migrated to the town after World War 1 with a trunk 
of stolen gold. He used the gold to build himself a mini-
empire, ruling the town with an iron fist. Unfortunately 
his iron fist had rusted during the anti-Japanese and 
anti-German drives of the forties. The high school had 
been his last stab at gaining a good public image before 
the lynch mob had busted into his office and hanged him. 
Legend had it that he haunted the high school.

The building itself was a confusing jumble of gothic 
church architecture and art deco design. The main 
building had the gothic spires and bell tower of a 
mediaeval monastery. It extended back two blocks and 
ended on the shores of the Dead Diamond River. From the 
main building branched two longer buildings, one east and 
one west. These were two stories, slate roof brownstones, 
each with a widow's walk. 

On the father end of the east building was a concrete 
block gymnasium and swimming pool. Underneath it all was 
the remains of a pagan temple and the place where a 
crashed UFO had lain for years undisturbed. The UFO had 
been shaken by the building of the gym and it's 
inhabitants had fixed the ship and left, leaving behind 
an elaborate tunnel system, some odds and ends of 
technology, and one wear-mouse who had known them.

And who, Elvira thought rather crossly, kept using the 
tunnels (or the "Subway" as they had named them) as a 
second home. In truth Elvira couldn't really blame 
Calliope, living with Jeremy and Helga Carrion couldn't 
have been easy. Still where else would a tiny mouse girl 
live? Her aunt was Aunt Petunia's slave and her parents 
were lost in pre-history. Elvira had no idea when the 
time machine would be fixed.

Elvira opened the saddlebag compartment of her moped and 
pulled out a fanny pack. Experience had taught her to 
carry a few things at all times. The fanny pack held a 
bag of M&M's, a flashlight, a small hockey stick and a 
set of Malibu Stacy gym cloths.

"Damn!" Elvira swore, looking at the cloths. "I'm gonna 
dunk you for this sis." In the bag there was a small 
white halter-top, blue skirt and a red cape. A stylized 
"S" was on the halter-top. Over the past few months it 
had become a game with Guenivere, to find and replace her 
sisters selection of practical doll cloths with something 
flashier. She refused to listen when Elvira insisted that 
it wasn't a good idea to be flashy when you were only 12 
inches tall. To Guenivere anyone who had a special 
ability should dress accordingly. That meant Elvira had 
worn over the past few months a Wonder Woman, Green 
Lantern and a Xena costume, all to the great amusement of 
Guenivere, Mindy and who ever Elvira was babysitting at 
the time.

"This time I'm gonna throw her in the river, I don't care 
what mom says."

In the back of the gym stood the school dumpster. Elvira 
hoped on top of it, climbed up the drainpipe to the gym 
roof and scuttled across toward the air conditioning duct 
that was the "fairy" entrance to the school.

The aliens had not only tunneled through the town they 
had also carved numerous passageways through many of its 
buildings. Elvira hoped Calliope was there, if not she'd 
have to shrink and go look for her. She was halfway to 
the duct when a sound caused her to freeze. In the dim 
light she saw a large object being moved slowly across 
the roof. Elvira flattened herself, grateful that she was 
wearing blue jeans and a dark shirt.

Calliope's robot suit, the face hanging open, was being 
towed across the roof. Ten dozen or so extra large ants 
had roped its feet and were dragging it to the edge of 
the roof. Watching from the shadows Elvira could tell 
that these were the ants that Aunt Petunia had once 
spoken off. A little larger than mice there were 
definitely insects. They had large front mandibles and 
segmented bodies, but with human eyes in each head. 
Human-like arms grew from the middles of their bodies and 
reached over their heads. They wore no clothing, but 
their skins were deeper shades of red and brown. One of 
them carried a whip and used it mercilessly against the 
ants pulling the body.

Where was Calliope, Elvira wondered? The moppet would 
never surrender the body, she liked piloting it too much. 
She got her answer in a moment when a figure emerged from 
behind the duct. Even in the dim light Elvira recognized 
Timothy Simmons. At 6 feet 10 inches Timothy was still 
filling out to the man he would become. Or at least, 
that's what he most likely told himself. Truthfully 
Timothy was 18 and Elvira doubted he'd ever develop past 
the stage he was at now, rail thing with a head slightly 
too large for his body.

It didn't help that he had white hair and an adams apple 
that looked like a tennis ball. Combine his physical 
appearance with his love of poetry and Japanese animation 
and you had a stereotypical nerd. In any other school he 
might have been bullied, but Elvira didn't allow bullies 
at her school. That was in fact part of the reason she 
was set to graduate a year late, too many fights and too 
many suspensions.

All of this flashed through Elvira's mind for a full 
second before she spotted the cage in Timothy's hand. 
Crumpled in a heap was Calliope.

"You shouldn't have fought so hard." Timothy said, 
holding the cage up to his face. "All they wanted was the 
suit."

Calliope sobbed and Elvira had to fight to stay still. 
Timothy she could take, but the last year and a half had 
taught her not to underestimate smaller creatures. There 
was no telling what the ant creatures had to fight with. 
Another thing was that Timothy was dressed in a form 
fitting flight suit with a bullet shaped helmet. Strapped 
to his side was a gun of some sort. So she watched as the 
ant creatures pulled Calliope's robot body onto a 
platform and secured it there. Then they crowded on 
themselves and it hovered in the air. Timothy touched a 
control on his belt, floated into the air and the whole 
party flew off into the distance.

"Oh great." Elvira hissed. Scrambling across the roof she 
climbed down and sprinted down the street to her moped. 
She reached it just as Timothy and the rat creatures 
vanished behind the trees. Kicking the moped into gear 
Elvira followed them.

An hour later Elvira slowed her bike to a stop and pulled 
in behind a copse of trees. A half-mile down the road was 
a set of concrete block buildings surrounded by an 
electric fence. It didn't really surprise her. The 
"secret military base" was the only thing in the 
direction Timothy and his friends had been heading. She 
watched as he carried Calliope into one building while 
the suit was taken into an aircraft hanger. A full moon 
hung over the place, making the buildings look pale, 
almost ghostly. Around her the nighttime sounds of the 
forest hid whatever sounds came from the base.

"Great." Elvira whispered. The military base was the 
worse kept secret in town, everyone new about it. Nestled 
beside Heavenly Swamp the base had been built in the 50's 
and abandoned, then revived a few years back. No one 
actually knew what went on, but enough strange lights had 
been seen in the sky near it to give the impression it 
was an "Area 51" set up. Up until a few months ago the 
place had caused periodic power failures. That had 
stopped when they had blown the power during the 
Superbowl. After that the mayor had threatened to 
complain to the White House if they didn't fix what ever 
was causing it. No one in town had ever been in the base 
as far as Elvira knew. The troops supposedly stationed 
there stayed there.

"Well, time to have a look." Elvira said, starting to put 
some branches on the moped to hide it.

Cautiously Elvira crept toward the fence, keeping in the 
shadows as much as possible. She briefly considered going 
back to the mansion for help, but Mindy was in no shape 
for this sort of thing, and the twins were way too 
unpredictable. The woods ended ten feet from the fence 
and Elvira crouched behind a small blue pine tree. No way 
to climb it, not without a rubber suit anyway, no way to 
dig under it, the base was concrete for five feet in 
either direction. That left only one way in. 

Damn it, she thought, beginning to unbutton her blouse. 
Irritated she threw it to the ground and pulled of her 
bra, the cool night air raising goose bumps on her 
exposed skin. Her oversized nipples stiffened as a cold 
breeze caught and caressed them. Sitting down she pulled 
off her sneaker and socks, pushing the socks into the 
sneakers. Taking the fannypack off she laid it on the 
ground and then unbuckled her pants and pulled them down. 
Her underwear was the last to go and the nude young woman 
shivered in the cool air. Pine needles bit into her feet, 
and Elvira almost fell when she stepped onto a pinecone 
and it stuck to her instep. Grabbing the tree for balance 
she threw the cone away and then picked up her cloths. 
She took an M&M out of the pack and then stuffed the pack 
into her pants. Her sneakers and shirt went in next and 
Elvira was reaching for her bra and underwear when she 
saw them.

"Oh hell." Elvira said.

The first wolf was clearly the alpha male. He moved with 
a grace that few dogs could have matched and his white 
eyes matched the ethereal glow the moon cast over the 
night. Three other wolves followed him, one a little 
smaller, the other two very young. They were a young 
family out on a hunt, Elvira guessed. One of the many 
that had been re-introduced to the forest. Left to find 
food on their own. And here was a tasty young human, 
already unwrapped and ready for seasoning. Slowly she 
backed up, and just as slowly they followed her.

It could have been a scene from the earliest time of man, 
when he faced nature alone and naked. When Elvira felt 
her feet on the concrete she backhanded her bundle of 
cloths over the fence. The two adults watched her with 
amused interest while the two pups were having a tug of 
war with her bra. Elvira kept backing up, making no 
sudden movements and keeping her eyes on the ground in 
front of the wolves. Now was no time to challenge them. 
When she got near enough to the fence to hear the humming 
of the electricity through the wires the young woman put 
the M&M into her mouth and bit down. 

As soon as Elvira tasted the chocolate her world changed. 
Her body was enveloped in a cold chill, then a hot rush. 
The world around her turned into a collection of light 
and dark shapes as her eyes struggled to focus. An 
orgasmic feeling cascaded through her body and when it 
faded she was lying on the concrete.

Elvira looked up, but stayed completely still as the 
confused wolves walked toward the fence. Each of them was 
now the size of an 18 wheeled truck, and their 
yellow/white teeth reminded Elvira of highway supports. 
In all the times she had been shrunk Elvira hadn't yet 
encountered a dog or cat, but now she'd make a point to 
avoid them. The wolves sniffed around, being careful not 
to come too close to the fence. When they were distracted 
by the pups, who had finally managed to tear her bra 
apart and were now fighting over her underwear, Elvira 
jumped up and ran to the fence, jumping through the 
links. She landed in a rollover and looked back. Confused 
the wolves were mulling around, looking for her, but they 
weren't going near the fence.

Elvira sighed as she stood up and looked for her cloths. 
Then flattened herself to the ground again as the sound 
of wings reached her ears. The owl missed her and Elvira 
froze as it swung around for another pass. Then her world 
changed once more and she found herself at full height, 
looking at an astonished and suddenly frightened owl. It 
hooted indignantly at her as it flew off.

"That'll teach ya." Elvira said, laying back on the grass 
and trying to steady her breathing. In one way she could 
sympathize, the owl had been expecting a 12 inch tall 
meal, not a 5 foot 5 inch young woman with wide hips, 
small breast with large nipples and shoulder length brown 
hair. "I wonder what else'll try to eat me tonight." She 
groaned, rolling over and reaching for her cloths. From 
the other side of the fence the wolves watched silently. 
"Go away." She hissed, feeling a blush come to her face. 
It was ridiculous of course, but she was naked, and they 
were staring.

Shrugging the feelings of embarrassment off Elvira picked 
up her cloths and quickly put her shirt on. Luckily she 
had become experienced enough to know that one M&M was 
worth about 2 to 5 minutes of shrinkage. It was the 
Hershey Kisses that kept her small for hours.

20 minutes later Elvira crouched behind a set of steps 
and looked cautiously around. As far as she could tell 
the place was deserted. She shifted uncomfortably, her 
jeans rubbing in places they normally didn't rub. Next 
time she'd remember to pack an extra pair of underwear in 
the fanny-pack.

"Halt!"

Elvira froze and looked around, not ten feet away from 
her Timothy hovered fifteen feet above the ground, his 
gun drawn and leveled at her.

"Elvira?" He asked, suddenly recognizing her. "What are 
you doing here?"

"Looking at you." Elvira replied. He was in the same suit 
she had seen him in earlier. It was a garish assemblage 
of colors, red boots, orange pants, green shirt, his left 
glove yellow, his right glove red, and a blue circle with 
a black star on it covering his chest. A silver belt, 
glowing white seemed to be keeping him in the air. That 
the whole outfit was made of skintight material was the 
last affront to fashion. "And trying not to laugh."

"Turn around and put your hands against the wall." 
Timothy said, his face turning red.

"No."

He aimed at the wall and fired, causing a red beam to 
lance across the distance and a four-foot section of the 
wall to glow red and dissolve. For a moment Elvira just 
looked at it, then back at him. Then she turned and faced 
the wall.

"Hands on the wall." He repeated.

"Where'd you get the pop gun and the outfit?" Elvira 
asked, putting her hands slightly above her and on the 
wall.

"I'm part of a project." He said, from his voice Elvira 
could tell he had landed. She stiffened as he began to 
pat down her leg. "What are you doing here?"

Instead of answering Elvira planted both hands against 
the wall, gave a short jump and mule kicked him in the 
chest. Then she fell back on top of him, rolling off and 
grabbing his gun hand at the same time. A quick twist of 
his wrist caused Timothy to drop the gun and Elvira 
rolled up, pointing it at him.

"There's a reason they tell people to spread their legs 
out before they search them." She said. "You haven't been 
paying attention to NYPD Blue have you? Now what's going 
on here? Where is Calliope and what are those ant 
things?"

"You know about the aliens?"

"Yea, I saw them hauling Calliope's robot suit."

"No, not the Nobilians, the mouse aliens. Calliope's 
their queen."

Elvira laughed, she couldn't help it.

"Calliope's a were-mouse you idiot. She's not queen of 
anything. Now what about the ants?"

"Nobilians." Timothy said, standing up and brushing at 
his costume. "They're here to help us."

"Help us do what?"

"Fight the aliens who threaten the planet." Timothy said, 
managing to sound a little pompous.

"What aliens?" Elvira asked.

"The Spideareans." Timothy said.

"The spider men? Aliens? Well, maybe... but they're not a 
threat."

"They are!" Timothy insisted. "And now that we've 
captured the mouse creatures queen we can finally defeat 
them."

"We?"

Almost as soon as she said the word Elvira regretted it. 
It was a straight line, and a deadly one at that. She 
dodged sideways a second to late and felt a stab of pain 
slam into her back. For a few seconds she felt a thousand 
red-hot pokers rammed into her head. Then she felt 
nothing.

Elvira woke with her arms and neck aching. She was 
standing, with her arms pulled up above her head and 
fastened with heavy metal chains. Cold, icy metal chains. 
Her fingers felt numb from the metal pressing into her 
wrist. Opening her eyes Elvira looked around, 
straightening her legs at the same time. She was in a 
cell, one of four. There was a sink, toilet and bunk, as 
well as four more sets of manacles on the wall. The bars 
in the cell were spaced too close together to squeeze 
through even if she had been free. The cells were two to 
each side of the room, with a corridor between them. A 
table with her fannypack on it sat in the corridor. A 
small window was set into the door, but from her angle 
Elvira couldn't see anything through it.

"Oh yea, I love spending my Friday nights like this." 
Elvira whispered, standing and lifting her arms to take 
some of the strain from them. 

"Glad to see your awake, traitor!" Timothy said walking 
into the room. Behind him a fat woman wearing a black 
dress and walking with a cane peered at her. She had a 
big, beefy face with small blue eyes and dark black hair. 
Around her neck was a gold necklace with a blue diamond. 

"Ok, start explaining Timothy." Elvira said.

"Hah." The old woman spat, her dry voice crackling with 
contempt. "You make demands of us?"

"You bet Broomhilda. What is going on?" 

"Her name is Mrs. Vincent." Timothy said. "And she's the 
reason the aliens you're helping haven't conquered the 
planet."

"Really."

"I am the director of the place." Mrs. Vincent said. 
"Charged by the President himself with protecting our 
planet."

"From a bunch of spiders?"

"And their allies." Mrs. Vincent said. "For nearly a year 
now Timothy and I along with the Nobilians have been 
fighting them, foiling their plots. Up until last week 
our victory seemed far away, we were winning but slowly. 
But now, thanks to Timothy's sharp eye we have the means 
to destroy them once and for all."

"What is she talking about?" Elvira looked at him. "Is 
she talking about Calliope?"

"I saw her." Timothy said, a slight flush on his face. "I 
saw her getting out of her robot suit, that's when I 
realized she was in league with them."

"You saw her getting out of the suit?" Elvira asked. "The 
only place Calliope gets out of that suit is either home 
or the girls locker room in school." His face became 
redder as she talked. "So, either you've been using a 
telescope on Carrion Mansion, or they've re-opened the 
peephole in the girls shower."

"I told him to do it." Mrs. Vincent said. "I guessed that 
one of the girls in the school was not as she appeared."

"So how long did you have to look?"

"It doesn't matter." Timothy said, looking away.

"How long?"

"Six months." Mrs. Vincent said as he looked away.

"Well, there's devotion to duty." 

"His devotion was rewarded." Mrs. Vincent said.

"I bet. You get any pictures?"

"Because of him we were able to capture the mouse queen," 
Mrs. Vincent said, as Timothy looked away again, "and we 
have her suit. With the power core from her suit we have 
finished our ultimate weapon years ahead of time."

"Ultimate weapon?"

"A giant robot." Timothy said. "Tonight I'm going to 
pilot it and destroy the aliens once and for all."

"What aliens?" Elvira demanded exasperated.

"They ones you baby-sit." Mrs. Vincent said. "Carrion 
Mansion is to be destroyed."

Elvira laughed.

"You think we can't do it?" Timothy demanded, striding to 
her cell. 

"I think Superman would have trouble doing it." Elvira 
said.

"This would have been true last night." Mrs. Vincent 
said. "But thanks to Timothy and our brave Nobilian 
friends it is not true anymore. With the power core from 
the human suit, and the access codes from the suits 
computer, we can disable the defenses and destroy Carrion 
Mansion."

"And all the aliens inside." Timothy said.

They could do it, Elvira realized. She knew that Carrion 
Mansion had some heavy-duty weapons around it. Jeremy and 
Helga had often taken great joy and pride in showing them 
to her, and were often disappointed when she didn't let 
them demonstrate the weapons on passing cars. Calliope's 
human suit had to have special passwords so she wouldn't 
be blown up as soon as she got in range.

"Timothy think about this for a moment." Elvira said, 
giving him a hard look. "Do you really think she's on the 
level?"

"Why wouldn't she be?" 

"Why! Timothy think, use that tiny peanut in your skull 
for a moment. The government builds a robot for use 
against supposed alien invaders. Who do they choose to 
pilot it? Astronauts? Some top gun hot shot? Anyone with 
combat experience? No, they go to a high school kid. Come 
on, you can't buy that?"

"Despite his youth Timothy has impressed me many times." 
Mrs. Vincent said. "I have faith in him."

"Great, my tax dollars at work." Elvira looked at Timothy 
and he straightened his shoulders and gave her a defiant 
glare.

"So what happens to me?" Elvira asked.

"You will be put on trial." Timothy said. "After the 
battle. With luck you'll just get prison."

"Luck?"

"It is better than you deserve." Mrs. Vincent said. "For 
now, you may hang there and wait until we have destroyed 
the aliens."

Elvira looked around the cell for a moment.

"Well if I'm just going to hang here can you give me 
something to eat? I've got some M&M's in my pack."

Timothy looked at Mrs. Vincent and after a moment she 
nodded. Reaching into the pack he pulled out the M&M's 
and the Supergirl outfit.

"Still playing with dolls Elvira? The guys in the locker 
wouldn't believe it."

"Since when do the rest of them let you into the boys 
locker room Whitey?" Elvira snapped.

Timothy turned pale for a moment, then red. 

"You want these?" He said, holding up a handful of the 
M&M's. He threw them at her. "Take em."

Elvira snapped at the candies as they hit her face, but 
missed them. She saw the Supergirl outfit fall to the 
floor. Timothy gave a short laugh and stalked out.

"Such a sensitive boy." Mrs. Vincent said, smiling.

"And dumb too." Elvira said. "You going to tell me what's 
really going on?"

"Later." Mrs. Vincent said. Smiling she started toward 
the door. "When it's all over."

"Amazing." Elvira hissed, struggling to get her sneakers 
off. "A bad guy that doesn't boast."

An hour later Elvira missed her 32cnd M&M as it bounced 
off her forehead and dropped into her blouse. There were 
now 20 or so of them, bunched up just above her belt. And 
no more on the floor, except a few out of her reach. 
Elvira growled and bent her head down to her chin. She 
bounced up and down a few times and after a few misses 
grabbed the neck of her blouse with her teeth. 

Elvira pulled and twisted, pulling in her stomach as far 
as she could. The fabric tasted like a gag in her mouth, 
and she couldn't stop the drooling, but it worked. The 
bottom of her blouse pulled out of her pants and M&M's 
fell to the floor, some catching in the cuff of her pants 
leg. Sighing she spat out the blouse and sagged for a 
moment. It had taken her nearly fifteen minutes to get 
her sneakers and socks off, and she'd spent nearly as 
much time learning how to grab M&M's with her toes. Her 
ankles were sore from trying to flip the candies up to 
her mouth.

"Every kid in town can put a Hershey into my mouth from 
across the room." Elvira swore. "They can do it, I can do 
it."

Taking a deep breath Elvira grabbed hold of the manacles 
and lifted her legs up. When she was in a sitting 
position Elvira gave a quick flick of her feet and 
launched the M&M into the air. It sailed toward her open 
mouth, and her tongue snaked out as far as she could 
stretch it, trying to form a runway for the candy. Her 
entire body quivered and tensed as she fought to keep it 
still. The M&M sailed through the air bounced off of her 
tongue into the back of her throat.

Elvira swallowed with a feeling of triumph and waited her 
body sagging with relief. For a few minutes nothing 
happened, worrying the teenager. Then the familiar 
orgasmic feeling hit her and a few seconds later she was 
lying in the pile her cloths had formed.

"Oh yea." She whispered a bit breathlessly. "The candy 
coating had to melt."

Getting up she walked between the bars and out of the 
cell. A few minutes later the effect of the chocolate 
wore off and she grew once more. Elvira leaned against 
the wall and took a deep breath. Then she went over to 
the door and looked through the small window. A small lab 
lay beyond the door. Elvira could see tables with 
computers and chemical equipment set up. The computers 
were in screen saver modes, an anime scheme played 
endlessly on them. Giant robots fought each other 
endlessly. 

Another mark against them, Elvira thought, they don't use 
Macs. 

Satisfied that no one was around Elvira went back to the 
cell and reached out for her cloths. They were out of 
reach. She could reach a few of them M&M's, but not the 
cloths.

"Damn!" Elvira swore, cursing herself for not dragging 
them through the bars when she had the chance. Getting up 
she crossed to the door, hoping the key was on the other 
side. But the knob refused to turn. The door was locked. 
Elvira growled her frustration growing and drew her arm 
back to smash the door, but stopped.

"Think El, don't just act." She said aloud, echoing 
Mindy's oft given advice. She took another deep breath 
and looked at the door. Leaning down she saw a smaller 
door set into the corner, big enough for the ant 
creatures to come through. Taking the small hockey stick 
out of the fanny pack she pushed and the door swung 
easily. Going over to the cell she grabbed a handful of 
the M&M's and popped four of them into her mouth. Again 
the orgasmic feeling took her and when it left she lay on 
the floor, gazing for a few moments at the great chasm 
the room had become.

"Hookers don't cum this often." Elvira muttered, 
struggling into the Supergirl suit.

Elvira peered cautiously around the corner as she opened 
the door. The floor before her was solid black, with 
tiles that were as large as the rug in her living room. 
Tables as tall as buildings were spaced evenly, and above 
her, seemingly as high as the moon was the to the Earth, 
fluorescent lights lit the place blandly. She stepped 
out, sticking to the wall. Cautiously she walked around 
the room, keeping the hockey stick ready. As usual the 
Guenivere-sewed costume fit, and Elvira had no doubt her 
sister, if she was there, would pick her up and fly her 
around the room while making wind noises. Elvira was 
almost glad to be facing some demented megalomaniac 
instead.

She became aware of a sound and froze every sense alert. 
It was music, sort of. Elvira turned until she found the 
source, then walked over to one of the tables. It was 
definitely music, but not a radio, and with no 
instruments. A ladder, obviously made for the ant 
creatures, straddled one of the table legs. 

"Wear off already." Elvira hissed, hoping the chocolate 
would wear off and let her grow. It had to have been 
eight minutes, she was sure of it. But nothing happened. 
"Oh hell." She said and started to climb. If she grew mid 
climb she'd simply jump off, but the outfit would be 
shredded. Elvira had learned to strip out of a costume in 
seconds if she felt a growth spurt coming. If nothing 
else it saved a lecture from her sister on how difficult 
they were to sew.

About half way up Elvira recognized Calliope's voice, and 
realized it wasn't the only one. The song they were 
singing was a Beatles tune, "For the Benefit of Mr. 
Kite."

Peering over the edge of the table Elvira saw what looked 
like a P.O.W. camp. Cages were arranged in the center of 
the table, some empty, some holding the rat-like 
creatures that the spider men used to fly around the city 
and some holding dead spider men. Elvira's stomach turned 
as she saw that some of the rats and some of the spider 
men had been dissected. In a cage near the center of the 
table Calliope, along with four spider men huddled around 
a small bottle cap. There were no guards in sight. 
Calliope was tapping out the beat to the song on the 
bottle cap. Suddenly two ant creatures with swords 
stalked up and down the center of the table.

Sword against hockey stick, Elvira thought, looking at 
them closely. The ant creature's bodies were divided into 
four semi-ball like segments. Two legs came out of each 
of the segments, all ending in paw-like feet. Arms grew 
out of the second segment. They reached over the head for 
about a half-inch ahead of the face. The arms ended in 
three fingers and a thumb claws. The faces were almost 
human like, with human eyes, a human nose and mouth, but 
the mouth had neither tooth nor tongue, instead a small 
hand could be seen in it.

"Wrong rhythm." Calliope corrected one of the spider men. 
She tapped out on the bottle cap. "Like that, ok John."

Looking around the table Elvira saw a beaker filled with 
a white bubbling white liquid. It was just close enough 
to her, and Calliope was distracting the ant creatures. 
The beaker wasn't marked, but it stood on a Bunsen burner 
and the flame was on low.

Hoping it was acid Elvira crept over to the beaker and 
pressed the but end of her hockey stick against it. She 
was just getting ready to tip it over when Calliope saw 
her.

"Supergirl?" the wear-mouse shouted, alerting the ant 
creatures.

With a grunt Elvira tipped the beaker over, causing the 
white liquid to flood the tabletop. It affected the ant 
creatures not at all. They charged swords ready and 
Elvira was stuck on the edge of the table. She dived 
behind the Bunsen burner, forcing them to split up. They 
came at her from each side and Elvira swung her stick, 
parrying one sword even as she ducked under the other. 
She kicked out, missing and falling on her back. Both 
swords swung down at her with eye blurring speed and she 
managed to catch both of them with her stick.

For a few moments there was a contest of strength. Elvira 
lost as the sticks started to come closer. Desperately 
she dropped down and grabbed the burner with her legs. 
With a quick wrench she tipped it over. It worked, the 
burner tipped over onto one of the ant creatures, the 
flame going out instantly due to its safety cap. But it 
panicked and staggered back.

With one of her foes occupied Elvira rolled out from 
under the others sword and swung her stick, catching the 
creatures arm near the joint on it's back. It backed 
away, the arm hanging uselessly and Elvira rolled into a 
summersault just as the second ant creature swung at her 
from behind.

For a moment they stood there, taking each other's 
measure. Slowly Elvira backed up. For each step she took 
the ant creatures took a step.

"Elvira is that you?" Calliope called.

"Now's not a good time Calliope." Elvira answered. Again 
she was being forced to the end of the table, and the 
injured ant's arm was starting to twitch.

"Get us out of here!" Calliope called again. "The spider 
men can handle them."

"Great idea." Elvira said. "Just tell these two to step 
back so I can get to the cage."

She'd reached another end of the table and once more they 
closed in. Elvira kept edging sideways, hoping for an 
opening, but none appeared. After a few minutes Elvira 
glanced over her shoulder. They'd driven her back to the 
corner of the table with the ladder. Without looking back 
at them Elvira took a step back and dropped.

With her free arm she reached out and grabbed the rungs 
of the ladder, feeling the wrenching impact as her 
shoulder was nearly dislocated. She swung on, ignoring 
the pain and wrapping her legs around the rungs. A few 
seconds later the first ant creatures' head appeared over 
the edge. Elvira conked him on the head with her hockey 
stick and he collapsed, dropping his sword. She barely 
dodged it and started to climb again. The second ant 
creature appeared over the first, his dull eyes searching 
for her. Again Elvira swung her stick and the second ant 
creature fell senseless.

Heaving for air and ignoring the pain in her shoulder 
Elvira climbed over them and leaned on her stick, taking 
in deep breaths. After a moment she grabbed the other ant 
creature's sword and swung it over the edge. Then she 
walked across the table to the cages. For the first time 
Elvira realized how cold the table top was. Walking 
across it was like walking on ice.

"Calliope." Elvira whispered, coming to the cage.

"Yea?"

"A tip. When someone is trying to sneak past guards to 
rescue you DON'T SHOUT AT THEM!"

"Arch demon!" One of the spider men shouted.

"God killer!" Another called.

"Young one eater!" The third one whispered.

"Pretty." The fourth spider man said, causing the others 
to look at him like he had just lost his head. Then they 
scurried to the back of the cage and huddled together, 
trying to form themselves into a ball.

"I thought you were Supergirl." Calliope said.

"She's a blonde." Elvira pointed out, sighing. "You ok?"

Close up Calliope didn't look as chipper as she sounded. 
Out of her human suit Calliope McCoy was a cross between 
a Disney character and an Anime character. Her shoulder 
length black hair barely covered large mouse-like ears. 
She had a long thin tail, slanted Asian eyes, cute little 
snout of a nose, but with no fur covering the rest of her 
body. The rest of her body was human, with small pert 
breast and a sharply defined V of black hair between her 
legs. Now her body was covered with scrapes and bruises. 
One of her legs was wrapped in webbing, but Elvira could 
see a large bloodstain. One of her eyes was swollen shut 
and her nose was bloody.

"I'm hurt." Calliope said. "I tried to fight, but there 
were so many of them..."

"It's ok. Let me get you out of her and back to the 
mansion."

"You bet." Calliope nodded. "But can we take the guys 
too?"

"The guys?"

"This is Grongo." Calliope said, gesturing at the spider 
man who had called Elvira pretty. Close up Elvira was 
reminded of a puppy dog. He had the same Cro-Magnon 
facial features as the others, but his eyes were open and 
friendly.

"Hi." He said.

"Over there are John, Paul and George." Calliope said. 
"They were captured a few months ago when they were 
trying to catch me and Mindy and Jack and Jill. But 
they're sorry now. Besides..."

"They're coming if they want to or not." Elvira said 
cutting her off. "You're in no shape to run and I don't 
know how to ride one of those rat things." She took hold 
of the cage.

"Don't!" Calliope called, but it was a second to late. 
Elvira felt a shock go through her body and was thrown 
back into a coffee cup. Still hot coffee splashed over 
her, stinging her body. Yelling she rolled away from the 
searing liquid.

"It's electrified." Calliope called.

"Oh." Elvira stood up, her whole body tingling.

"Sorry."

"Not your fault." Elvira said, pulling her cape off she 
wiped her face with it.

"Don't let her in." One of the spider men said, bravely 
coming up behind Calliope. One by one the others 
followed.

"She will eat us."

"Grind our bones."

"She pretty." The fourth one said again, once more 
earning harsh stares.

"John don't worry, she's a friend."

"She beat the goddess." John said.

"Tied her up in her own web." George added.

"Tickled her." Paul added.

"Went down on her." Grongo finished, smiling.

"What?" Elvira snapped, looking at him.

"Yea, they've been telling me all about it." Calliope 
said. "You left a lot out of the story you told me. You 
and Aunt Petunia?"

"Editorial license." Elvira said. Using her hockey stick 
she levered the clasp on the cage door and opened it. 
"We'll talk about it later, right now Timothy and Mrs. 
Vincent are going to attack Carion Mansion with a giant 
robot." She glanced over to where the rats were caged. 
"I'll get you out of here, you warn Jeremy and Helga, 
meanwhile I slow down the robot."

Calliope limped out of the cage, helped and followed by 
Grongo. John, Paul and George hung back and stared 
fearfully at Elvira for a moment, then crept past her and 
headed for the rats.

"Are they really going to attack the mansion?" Calliope 
asked.

"Maybe." Elvira said. "There's a lot going on here we 
don't know about. Suddenly a shot of pain lanced through 
her stomach. Elvira doubled over, coughing. Her arms and 
legs felt like they were on fire.

"Elvira!" Calliope shouted, rushing over to her.

"I'm starting to grow." Elvira gasped out. "But it's 
different this time. Get out of here, I'll be ok."

"Are you... Whoa!" Calliope jumped back as Elvira 
shuddered and was suddenly twice her height.

"Go!" Elvira croaked.

The next few minutes were a sea of confusion and pain for 
the young woman. She had never felt pain while growing, 
but now Elvira felt as if her body was tearing itself 
apart. It might have lasted only a few minutes, in fact 
she was sure of it, but it was a few minutes of searing 
pain. When it was over Elvira lay naked on the desk, the 
cages and drawings scattered over the room. Calliope and 
the Spider men hovered above her.

"Are you alright?" Calliope asked.

"Why am I always being asked that." Elvira whispered, 
trying to catch her breath. Her brain reached out to the 
rest of her body, as if surprised it was still there. 
After a few moments Elvira felt fine, except for a 
lingering muscle spasm in her stomach. "I'll be fine, you 
get going."

"We'll go as fast as we can." Calliope called as they 
flew out of an open window.

"Great." Elvira said, watching them go and waiting for 
her breath to come back. "I was going to tell you to take 
you time, but..."

A little while later Elvira carefully started to climb 
the wall of the air craft hanger. The hanger was a 
Quonset hut, a half tube sticking out of the ground made 
of a steal frame and fiberglass panels. She climbed 
slowly, digging her fingers into the edge of the panels 
and hoping her sneakers wouldn't slip. After Calliope had 
gone Elvira had passed out. She had woken to an aching, 
sweating body.

Why she was feeling so wiped out Elvira had no idea, it 
could have been that the nanites were breaking down, or 
maybe she had simply shrunk too much in one night. Jeremy 
could explain it. If she could make sure he lived through 
the night. She had put the ant creature guards into one 
of the cages, then searched the desk. Finding the keys to 
the cell she had gotten her cloths back and then crept to 
the hanger. The night air was making her feel better, but 
Elvira didn't fool herself into thinking she was ok. She 
just kept telling herself it was something that could be 
fixed, and tried to ignore the fear that it wasn't.

The further up Elvira climbed the easier it became as the 
curve of the hut evened out. Getting to the top she 
crawled over to a skylight and looked in.

There was a robot all right. 25 feet in height, painted 
in the same garish colors as Timothy. Human shaped it had 
obviously been salvaged from the battle between it and 
the giant turtle. She could see weld seams where some of 
the original metal had been blown off. The turtle hadn't 
left much to begin with, and Calliope's alien friends had 
taken most of the internal components. What was left was 
almost a monster truck with a fresh paint job. 

She saw the ant creatures easing something into the 
robots open chest cavity. Most likely Calliope's human 
suit power core. Elvira had seen the battle, most of the 
town had really, gathering on rooftops to witness it, 
cheer, drink and eat. She'd won 50 dollars from Mindy 
betting on the turtle. The turtle had won and flown away, 
and during the night Calliope and her friends had worked, 
during the next day it was the military's turn. Or so 
everyone had thought. In truth most of the town slept 
through what ever happened next, someone had just seen a 
military truck go by and spread the word. 

The ant creatures moved about the machine like the 
insects they were, forming living tools when needed. 
Elvira opened the skylight and slipped in, balancing on 
the steel beams. The she spotted an industrial crane in 
the middle of the roof. It was directly over the robots 
open chest cavity. A few seconds of looking spotted the 
control cabin. As silently as possible she began to creep 
toward it. The beams were coated with dust and grime and 
old grease. Elvira moved carefully, afraid both of 
falling and of pushing some of the grit into the 
organized work bellow. Getting to the control cabin she 
climbed onto it and rested for a moment. That was when 
she heard Mrs. Vincent and Timothy.

"Stupid dolt!" Mrs. Vincent shouted, the sound of a slap 
following her words. Elvira peered over to see him fly 
back from a blow. Mrs. Vincent wearing a black flight 
suit hit him again, knocking him to the ground. Almost at 
once a crowd of ant creatures surrounded him, tying him 
with cables.

"Why?" Timothy asked, the tone of his voice demanding far 
more than a simple answer.

"Because you idiot, I not going to simply destroy Carrion 
Mansion, I'm going to wipe this misbegotten town off the 
map!"

"Mrs. Vincent..." Timothy pleaded, but she kicked him in 
the ribs.

"My name is Benita Karloff!"

"So?" Timothy asked, even more perplexed than before.

"My husband was Boris Karloff."

"The actor?"

Not the actor you idiot, Elvira thought, slipping into 
the control cabin. She closed the door and locked it. 

"The Mayor your grandfather murdered!" Benita shouted, 
kicking him again. "He led the mob that lynched my 
husband! And now I shall have my revenge!"

"But he's dead." Timothy protested. "He died of cancer 
before I was born."

"He cheated me, and your father cheated me when he died, 
but you live. For now." She added.

"Oh wonderful." Elvira hissed looking at the controls for 
the crane. The bridge of the Enterprise would have been 
easier to figure out. "Keep her talking Timothy."

"You're going to attack the town because of something 
that happened in World War 2? That's crazy!"

"I am crazy!" she screeched. "For 30 years I was kept 
locked up in an asylum, so that your families sin could 
not be exposed to the world. My mind was lost in that sea 
of bedlam." She became suddenly calm and bent down to 
him. "But in that place I met a man. He was a scientist, 
one of the Nazi's that had made it out after the war. He 
had a new name, but I knew him from the old country. I 
found love once more, and we turned hell into heaven." 
She gazed beyond Timothy for a moment, very quiet. "He 
was brilliant. He was far beyond the petty minds that 
feared and hunted him. He loved me, and my quest for 
vengeance became his. We came here, dug under this old 
base until we found it's hidden lab. With that lab we 
made the ant creatures, mindless slaves to our whims."

"What happened to him?"

"Dumb question." Elvira whispered, finally locating the 
"on" switch. She started to look for the crane release 
switch.

"He died." Benita said. "Just last year. I was the only 
one at the funeral. I couldn't even put his true name on 
the gravestone. He died before he left me the final key 
to my vengeance. A virus that would kill everyone!" Her 
voice choked and Benita stopped for a few moments. Then 
went on. 

"I was lost, until last year. Until you came into my 
life. I was going to breed the ant creatures, turn them 
into an unstoppable army. But the spider creatures were 
too strong, they kept killing my ants as fast as I could 
breed them. You came up with the idea of killing them 
with sickness, you were the one who deciphered my late 
husbands notes. We've been slaughtering the spiders ever 
since."

"When did he become good enough to figure out how to make 
viruses?" Elvira wondered. She had sat next to Timothy in 
chemistry class and together they had started a fire. 
Then again she suddenly realized it explained a few 
things about his behavior in the past year. Unexpected 
absences, strange injuries, it all added up. 

"Even then it would have taken years, but then that robot 
came, and lost that fight."

"If we get out of this alive I'm going to kill him." 
Elvira whispered. She found the release lever and turned 
the key on the control panel. Lights came on, motor's 
whined into action. No one on the factory floor seemed to 
notice.

"Now, thanks to you I can tear this town apart with my 
own hands." Benita said. She turned and looked at the 
robot.

Elvira pulled the release lever and released the crane. 
The heavy metal hook crashed down into the open chest 
plate. Sparks flew and Benita howled like a wounded 
banshee. Elvira pulled the hook up and dropped it again. 
By the third time a swarm of ant creatures was prying the 
door to the control room open. Elvira let the crane 
release one more time, shut the thing down and glanced at 
the door. It was slowly being pried open and some angry 
mutterings could be heard behind it.

Grabbing one of the control sticks Elvira unscrewed it 
and used it as a spear to break the window. It cracked on 
the third thrust and she pushed through it, then climbed 
out and on top of the control cabin. Glancing over 
Elvira's stomach sank a bit. A swarm of ant creatures 
surrounded the cabin, working as one they had pulled the 
door off of its hinges. Reaching up she climbed onto the 
support beam and began to work her way toward the 
skylight. The ant creatures were stymied for a moment, 
crawling around the cabin looking for her, but at a shout 
from Benita a few of them leapt to the beam and began to 
pursue her.

"Back off!" Elvira shouted, kicking them off the beam. 
She was in a good defensive position since the beam was 
so narrow they could only attack one at a time. Elvira 
slowly backed up, kicking them when they came too close. 
She was only a few feet from the skylight when Benita 
opened fire. Red beams seared the air around her and 
Elvira made a desperate leap, reaching the edge of the 
skylight and pulling herself through.

Once through she reached over and slammed it shut, but 
the action caused her to slip and begin to slide down the 
side of the hanger. Cursing Elvira grabbed onto the 
sides, but she was moving too fast and the fiberglass was 
too smooth. Her foot found a seem and she stuck in it, 
only to have her momentum keep her going. Instead of 
sliding down the side she started to roll, helpless to 
stop herself.

The world became a series of images flashing by too 
quickly for her to focus on. The sky, the ground, the 
hanger, all a whirling maelstrom with her at the center. 
The last image that Elvira saw before pain and blackness 
claimed her was a pile of ant creatures gathering 
underneath her. 

Elvira woke to a very familiar feeling. She was tied up 
and her body ached. Opening her eyes she saw the robot, 
ant creatures swarming over it. She was tied securely 
with her arms crossed behind her back and her ankles tied 
tightly together.

"Good, your awake." Benita said, kicking her in the ribs. 
Pain exploded in her side and Elvira couldn't prevent the 
gasp from escaping her body. "I was afraid you would 
sleep through your towns destruction."

Elvira said nothing, feeling the ropes with her fingers, 
searching for the knots.

"Speak up!" Benita commanded, readying another kick.

"And say what?" Elvira asked, ready to roll away from 
her. "I was listening when you were bragging to Timothy, 
I got the whole story."

"Good." Benita said, kicking her again. "So you and he 
can just lay there and watch as I destroy your town."

"You didn't do enough damage to the robot." Timothy said.

"Shut up." Elvira snarled, forcing herself to sit up. "At 
least I wasn't helping her for the past year."

Timothy stayed quiet and out of the corner of her eye 
Elvira saw tears running down his face. Inside Elvira 
knew she'd apologize to him later, she'd been duped 
enough times by aliens after all, but at the moment all 
she could think of was her mother and sister being 
trampled. Desperately she tensed and un-tensed the 
muscles in her arms trying to loosen the ropes. Benita 
noticed her efforts and a sick smile came to her face. 
She drew her leg back for another kick but stopped when 
something slammed into her face.

"What...!" she started to say stumbling back. She waved 
at her face, but by that time Mindy was hovering over 
Elvira.

"Stay tight El, I brought help." Mindy said.

With a roar that could have been a thousand angry 
crickets' spider men erupted into the hanger. They 
dropped from the skylight, flew in on winged rats or 
charged in through half open doors. The battle was 
quickly joined on all fronts and Benita looked truly 
scared for a moment. Then her face turned red with anger. 
With an in-articulate growl she leapt up and ran to the 
robot, crushing spider and ant men alike.

"Roll over." Mindy ordered.

"What kept you?" Elvira demanded, rolling over. 

"You think it's easy to assemble an army?" Mindy said. 
"The spider men have been sick most of the year."

"Yea, I heard." Elvira said, glaring at Timothy who was 
staring at Mindy.

"Now hold still, Jeremy gave me a sonic knife."

"You've got a knife?" Elvira asked, freezing.

"What you think I'm strong enough to untie you at this 
height? Of course I have a knife."

Elvira felt a slight hum run up her arms and then they 
were free. She rolled over and Mindy flew to the ropes on 
her legs. She held a short metal rod in her hand that 
sprouted a blue beam from it.

"It looks like a mini-light saber." Elvira said.

"That's what I said."

"Crom!" Timothy whispered, looking at the fairy. "Mindy?"

"Stop her from getting into that robot!" Elvira shouted 
as Benita climbed into the giant robot's head. She closed 
the hatch just as a dozen spider men shot their arrows. A 
few seconds later the lights on the robots face flashed 
red and it sat up.

"Scatter!" Elvira screamed.

At command the ant creatures were suddenly left with no 
one to fight. The spider men, seeing the robot and 
hearing Elvira's command ran for every dark corner or 
cubbyhole in the hanger. But Benita didn't even pause. 
She sat up, then stood up, tearing away the fiberglass 
skin of the building. It gave with a skin crawling shriek 
and the robot ploughed through and stomped of into the 
night.

"Damn!" Elvira swore, rushing to the whole.

"Don't worry El." Mindy said, flying over to her. "Jeremy 
and Helga have the mansion defenses all ready for her."

"That'd be great if she was going for the mansion." 
Elvira snapped. "But she's going to take out the town!"

"Why? Who is she?"

"Benita Karloff." Elvira said. "Cut Timothy loose will 
ya?"

"The actor?" Mindy said, darting over to Timothy.

"No, the mayor, the old one." Elvira said, looking 
around. With the robot gone the battle between the spider 
men and the ant creatures had started once more. 
"Remember, we heard about her in school?"

"That's you Mindy?" Timothy stared at her, his mouth 
open.

"Yea it's her." Elvira said. "Come on Timothy get that 
thing in your skull working, we gotta stop her."

"I thought she was a ghost." Mindy said. 

"So did I." Timothy said. He wasn't crying anymore but 
his face had gone pale and he shook. "She's going to kill 
everyone, it's my fault..."

"Not if I can help it." Elvira said, taking his hand. 
"Come on."

"What can we do?" Timothy demanded. 

"El you can't be serious!" Mindy shouted. "I mean come 
on, your good but that things made of metal! Weren't you 
awake during Godzilla versus Mecha-Godzilla?"

"We don't have a choice." Elvira said, dragging Timothy 
out to the field that bordered the hanger. "I can slow 
her down, you get to Jeremy and Helga and tell them to 
rig up a death ray or something." She started to unbutton 
her blouse.

"What are you doing?" Timothy asked, staring at her.

"Giving you a present for being such an idiot." Elvira 
said. "Look Timothy I don't have time to explain, but I 
have to reach an orgasm, a big one. How experienced are 
you at sex?"

"Sex!?" Timothy took a step backward, but his eyes never 
left Elvira's now exposed chest.

"It's very simply dear boy." Aunt Petunia said, appearing 
next to them on a flying rat. "Elvira has a very strange 
condition, when tickled she shrinks, when sexually 
stimulated she grows. She plans to grow very large and 
fight that robot you so doltishly helped create. So take 
off your cloths, we don't have much time." 

"Ah!" Timothy said, looking for a moment like he was 
going to faint. "I've never, I mean, not with..."

"We're not gonna do it!" Elvira snapped, now completely 
naked and shivering slightly in the cool air. "Just get 
me hot." She stepped forward and Timothy took a step 
back.

"But in school everyone says you and Mindy..."

"Who says that?" Mindy exclaimed, flying to hover between 
them. "I bet it was Lisa Douglas wasn't it? I hey...!" 
The fairy squealed slightly as Elvira grabbed her legs 
and pulled her away from him.

"The mansion Mindy!" Elvira ordered. "GO!"

"This isn't over!" Mindy shouted as she flew off.

"It's real simple Tim." Elvira said, putting her hands on 
his shoulders. She took a deep breath and drew him close. 
"We start with a kiss."

For a few moments it was like kissing a relative, then 
Timothy's own instincts started to take over and he 
kissed back. Elvira kept her eyes closed and willed him 
to be the lover she needed. Trouble was there was no way 
Timothy could be the UnderTaker, her favorite wrestler, 
or Worf her favorite character on Star Trek.

Elvira opened her eyes and saw the startled look in 
Timothy's when she tried to push her tongue into his 
mouth. For a moment she felt a brief wave of sympathy.

"Timothy I know your not having a good night, but you 
have to trust me."

"I'll try." He said, swallowing.

"I'm not torturing you I'm kissing you, you idiot!" 
Elvira shouted, kissing him hard again. 

Timothy opened his mouth and their tongues met. Elvira 
felt a slight static shock as semi-familiar feelings 
began to flow through her body. She hadn't dared do this, 
or even think of doing this with anyone since Teddy 
Hinkle. They had been making out and Elvira had grown, 
knocking him into a tree. After that Elvira realized that 
any sex she ever had would have to be done when she was 
shrunk. Even hot dreams were a danger and she had always 
slept with Jeremy's watch. It had made dating nearly 
impossible, and the young woman realized just how much 
her sudden coldness had contributed to her and Mindy's 
undeserved reputation. It was something she was going to 
have to work on.

Timothy's tongue was starting to explore her teeth and 
Elvira pushed thoughts of her reputation out of her mind. 
Desperately Elvira thought of everything erotic she could 
drawing the fantasies from deep within her spirit.

After a few moments Elvira pulled her mouth away from 
Timothy's and slowly guided him down toward her chest.

"Go slowly dear boy." Aunt Petunia whispered in his ear. 
It was just loud enough for Elvira hear. "Savor her body, 
revel in it."

If she starts to sing I'll crush her, Elvira thought, I 
swear I'll crush her. 

It was working though, Timothy paused on the way to her 
chest to kiss the hollow of her neck, while his hands 
reached behind and started to massage her ass. Elvira's 
body responded, she could feel her breast grow warm and 
her oversized nipples grow stiff. Her stomach tightened. 
Carefully she drew Timothy down until they were both on 
their knees. Then she took his head and guided him to her 
breast. Timothy took one of her nipples into his mouth, 
sucking on it like it was a lollypop. With his free hand 
he reached between Elvira's legs, starting to probe for 
an opening.

"Don't just suck, lick, roll the tongue." Aunt Petunia 
whispered. "Nibble, but not to hard."

In the back of her mind Elvira was turning bright red 
with embarrassment, but she ignored that part of her. Her 
mother and sister were in the path of that robot, and no 
one touched them and lived.

She gasped, her eyes opening as Timothy found the 
entrance between her legs and his fingers slipped into 
it. Elvira saw everything in sharp clarity; her every 
sense came alive at the same moment. She felt the 
moonlight on her skin, felt it's subtle gravitational 
effect on her body. A cool breeze ran over her, the 
individual grasses beneath her body scrapped against her 
skin or poked her body. To her ears came the howling of 
the wolves she had met earlier, their faint footfalls as 
they hunted, their passion as they mated. She lay back, 
surrendering to the feelings that were bubbling with in 
her. As she did she guided Timothy down between her legs, 
replacing his tongue with her own fingers.

"Ah..." Timothy's voice was a harsh whisper as he 
confronted her vagina.

"Use your thumbs to pry the lips apart." Aunt Petunia 
whispered, "and drink of the ambrosia within."

Elvira moaned as he followed instructions. She cupped her 
own breast, kneading them as she pinched her nipples 
between her fingers. She could feel the explosion 
building within her body, feel her head pound as a roar 
built in her ears. It was like standing on the cliffs 
above the sea, during the wildest storm nature ever 
brewed.

"Now, what you need to find..." 

Aunt Petunia's last words were lost as Timothy's tongue 
found Elvira's clitoris. She her entire body stiffened, 
still as stone for a few moments, then her heart seemed 
to triple it's speed. Waves of power cascaded outward 
from her sex, making the young woman feel every cell of 
her body. Every nerve transmitted ten times the 
information that it ever had and Elvira screamed as she 
tried to take it all in.

Then it was over and Elvira took deep breaths, calming 
herself down. She sat up and looked at Timothy who had 
been thrown backward by her growth.

"At least..." Elvira gasped. "At least... at least you 
didn't get stuck inside." She said, standing up. "Get him 
to the mansion Aunt Petunia, maybe he can help Jeremy and 
Helga."

Naked and gigantic Elvira started stumbling after the 
robot. Then she stopped and looked back.

"Timothy, what sort of weapons does that thing have?"

"None!" Timothy shouted looking up at her with awe. "We 
were never able to fix them!"

"Good."

Elvira had never stayed gigantic for very long, 15 
minutes was her last record and she'd forgotten how hard 
it could be. At normal height she could step over or 
around things unconsciously, barely noticing them. But 
now at 25 or 30 feet the world was more cumbersome. She 
had to step over the fence carefully, watch out for cars 
as she walked. Her view was now super-panoramic, and it 
was hard to adjust. Up ahead she focused on Benita, 
heading northeast toward the town. It looked like she was 
going to climb Sunshine Hill and charge in. 

If Elvira read the woman right Benita was so hot for 
vengeance she'd stand at the top and gaze for a while, 
letting the sun come up.

Well this is gonna be over by sunup lady, Elvira thought, 
that I promise you. Elvira was well aware that she was 
nude, and she had already streaked through the town once 
in her life. Shaking the thoughts from her mind Elvira 
headed east into Heavenly Swamp.

Benita Dragonmiloff Karloff looked at the mansion. It had 
been the scene of great parties once, in the 20's. Back 
when her husband had ruled the town and it's people with 
an iron hand hidden in a velvet glove. Elizabeth Douglas 
had been her constant companion then, until those foolish 
newsmen had started spreading lies about her homeland. In 
two years her place in society evaporated, her parties 
became dustbowls, her invitations to other parties became 
"lost", "misplaced" and "We didn't think you would want 
to come, what with all the papers are saying."

It was this last that truly burned in her mind and soul. 
As if she were responsible for what was happening on the 
other side of the Atlantic. But the true hell came to her 
and Boris after Pearl Harbor. She remembered that day, 
the masked mob breaking into his office, hanging her 
husband from the crystal chandelier, rampaging through 
his personal files, (and co-incidentally destroying all 
the financial records that would have sent most of them 
to prison). Even as that was happening another masked mob 
had broken into her house, catching Benita in her weekly 
"massage" session with dear sweet Michael. No police had 
come to her servant's frantic calls, and the pictures, 
those horrible pictures... 

In a week it was over, she went from wealthy society dame 
to asylum inmate. Should she ever breathe a word those 
pictures would be published. Her with a colored man... 
Even after all this time Benita shuddered. But even 
though she could not see faces she could hear voices. And 
there was no voice better known to her than Elizabeth 
Douglas. Her "friend". 

Elizabeth was long dead of course, Benita had dug up the 
grave her self to dump the body into Heavenly Swamp. But 
that had been a pale vengeance. Benita raised the robots 
arm and smashed it into the front of the house. The 
balcony, bedroom and hallway smashed into splinters and 
Benita howled with glee. Carefully she parted the rubble, 
looking for bodies. But there were none. A quick scan 
with the robot's sensors showed no life signs. 

Benita's howl of glee turned into a roar of frustration. 
So loud that she didn't pay attention when the early 
warning alert sounded.

Ok, just like they do it on TV, Elvira thought, grabbing 
the robots legs. With a heave that Elvira felt with every 
muscle in her body she lifted the metal creature up and 
over the Douglas mansion. Elvira watched as it rolled 
down the hill and into the swamp. For a few moments it 
lay there, then it's eyes glowed red.

"Bring it on lady!" Elvira said, with far more confidence 
than she felt. The eyes glowed more brightly and Elvira 
ducked, warned by many years of watching giant robot 
cartoons. The laser beams sliced through the Douglas 
mansion with ease, vaporizing wood and metal.

"No weapons!" Elvira hissed. "He said no weapons!"

The lasers stopped and she heard the robot coming up the 
hill. Elvira tensed, bringing her legs up into a crouch. 
There was no sense in running while that thing had 
lasers, she was far too big a target to miss a second 
time. So she waited. But even as she drew in a breath for 
the leap that would take her into battle Elvira felt her 
stomach cramp up, the strength go out of her legs. With 
an anguished cry she fell on her side, her body 
convulsing with pain.

Benita came over the hill and looked at her, stepping 
around the remains of the mansion. Her first kick caught 
Elvira off guard, smashing into her side. Elvira's body 
spasm in agony as the second kick followed the first. 
Then the robot bent down and it's metal hand closed on 
hers, dragging up, twisting her arm as the eyes glowed 
once more. 

Pain or no Elvira wasn't ready to be fried. With a lurch 
she grabbed the robot around the middle and pushed it 
into the Douglas mansion. They wrestled Benita unable to 
get a clear shot with her eye lasers and Elvira beginning 
to recover as the cramps faded. In the process the 
mansion was leveled, but neither of the combatants cared. 
Elvira freed her wrist and reached into the debris, 
grabbing a pipe and smashing it into the eye of the 
robot. Sparks flew, connections crackled with fury as the 
second eye stopped glowing as well.

With a howl of rage that sounded through the metal walls 
of the robots' skin Benita counter-attacked. She brought 
the robots legs up, hitting Elvira in the back of the 
neck and followed that up with punches into the young 
woman's stomach and breast. The blows took their toll and 
Elvira rolled off the robot, but it caught her ankle and 
twisted, sending her onto her stomach. Even as Elvira 
started to get up tons of metal landed on her back, 
slamming her into the ground. Again and again the robot 
lifted itself into the air and slammed into her back. 
When it finally stopped Elvira could barely move, her 
breath coming in ragged gasped. She was completely 
unprepared for what happened next. The first spank 
shocked more than hurt her. By the 50th hit on her ass 
she was mad, but each spank was followed by another hit 
to the back of her head, stunning her.

Finally Benita stopped, stood up and kicked Elvira in the 
ribs until she rolled down the hill and into the swamp.

Elvira lay in the muck, grateful at least for the cold 
water easing her abused but. Her head reeled and the 
trees she had landed on poked into her body. Without a 
word the robot raised it's arm, the hand pointing at her.

"Great!" Elvira said, struggling to get her body working. 
"She's got missiles too."

She watched as the fingers of the hand dropped away, 
revealing four holes. The nose of a missile appeared in 
each of the holes. There was a flash of light inside the 
holes, followed by smoke, and the missiles dropped out of 
the holes to land harmlessly on the ground. Elvira 
breathed a sigh of relieve and let herself fall back into 
the water. When she looked back the robot had turned away 
and was looking toward the town once more.

"Mom, Guen!" Elvira hissed as she struggled out of the 
muck. She started to crawl up the hill, ignoring the 
pain. She was halfway up when the robot turned again. One 
eye glowed and Elvira flattened herself just as it fired. 
She looked up, seeing it adjust its aim. There was no 
place to hide, no place to roll too. Anger surged through 
her body, washing away the pain and she stumbled to her 
feet and lurched up the hill. At first she thought Benita 
was just waiting for her to get close, then Elvira 
realized the eye had stopped glowing.

With a yell of pure delight she ploughed into the robot 
with her shoulder, feeling the pain as she made contact. 
The robot shook, tottered and then fell back, destroying 
what was left of the Douglas mansion. Elvira knelt down, 
struggling to get enough breath into her body just to 
stay conscious. The robot lay unmoving. It's face started 
to open.

"Uh-uh." Elvira said, grabbing a section of wall. She 
slammed it into the face, just as her body started to go 
numb. It happened faster than she could even realize. One 
moment she was kneeling over the robot, the next 
blackness surrounded her.

Puzzled Elvira stood up, looking around. Douglas Mansion 
was rubble, the robot lay motionless, but she was normal 
sized again. Aching, bleeding bruised and battered, but 
normal size. Slowly she became aware of her surroundings. 
The sun was coming up, and sirens were heading her way. A 
cool breeze reminded Elvira she was naked and she quickly 
stumbled down the hill, hoping Guenivere hadn't switched 
the emergency cloths she had in her moped.

The end.


But what of the ant creatures? Will they keep fighting 
the spider men? What of Timothy, who knows Elvira and 
Mindy's secret? And let's not forget that Elvira still 
has to retrieve that tape of Mindy in the shower and make 
sure Calliope's human suit isn't found. But all this 
waits for the next chapter. 

Tune in.



*************


Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode twenty three: Getting There is Half the Fun

By Skytower 

 

Go!" Elvira commanded taking Mindy by the legs and 
throwing her into the air.

"This isn't over!" Mindy shouted as she gained altitude 
and distance. It was a stupid thing to say she knew. 
Elvira was about to fight a giant robot and they both had 
other things to think about than their school 
reputations. But given all that had happened to her in 
the past few hours Mindy was not as centered as she would 
have liked to be. In the first place she was a fairy once 
again. Mindy had first been turned into a fairy months 
before. That had been the result of drinking a magic 
potion and it had only lasted for a night. This time she 
was a fairy because the moon was full, and Mindy had no 
idea how long she was going to stay a fairy. 

Becoming re-aquatinted with her fairy body was like 
learning to walk again after having a broken leg. Mindy 
as a human stood at 5 feet 11 inches with wide shoulders, 
hips and large breasts. Her blonde hair reached past her 
shoulders framing a face of classic beauty with deep blue 
eyes. As a fairy her body was almost the same save that 
she was much smaller. Her fingers and toes were longer, 
with an extra segment on each. Antennae grew from her 
forehead. They started just above the center of her 
eyebrows, curved along them and then reached above her 
head. Matching her pink skin color they could move, after 
a fashion and ended in nipples. 

The antennae were highly perceptive and gave Mindy a 
wealth of new senses to cope with. It was like a person 
who had only ever heard radio being forced to cope with 
stereo television. It took an effort just to walk, flying 
was something else again. At least when she thought about 
it. As long as Mindy relaxed and let her built-in fairy 
instincts take over she was fine. They could cope with 
the wings and the antennae. Mindy had two sets of wings 
growing out of her back. The larger pair grew just 
between her shoulder blades and extended outward nearly 
twice as long as her arms. A shorter pair that reached to 
the end of her arms grew from the small of her back. It 
was the larger pair that kept her aloft.

With her body at a sixty-degree angle they moved up, then 
straight down twisting into a angle and thrusting 
forward, then up again. The pattern of the wings was an 
almost perfect 90, 60, 120-degree triangle. The smaller 
wings gave Mindy the ability shift her body from a flat 
plane to almost any angle. Combined with the movement of 
her arms and legs Mindy was very maneuverable. The wings 
were shaped like a dragonfly's and sparkled whenever 
light hit them. They were beautiful. 

They weren't, however, made for long range flight. Mindy 
had flown from Carrion Mansion to the secret military 
base on the back of a flying rat. The rat had no problem 
with the distance, being basically a helium balloon with 
wings. Mindy hadn't thought about the distance when 
Elvira told her to get back to the mansion, ten minutes 
later she was regretting that.

I won't let you down El, Mindy thought as her wings and 
breast began to ache. The muscles for Mindy's wings were 
located in her breast, another feature of her body that 
she wasn't used to. As a human Mindy's breast tended to 
bounce when she walked, as a fairy they were the firmest 
part of her body. Mindy strove for altitude, hoping to 
glide part of the way there. As much as she knew Elvira 
needed the help, the fairy knew she couldn't last at full 
speed. Bellow Mindy the streetlights cast a pale yellow 
glow on the streets while every so often a dog would bark 
or a person shout. This late at night the town was quiet. 

Something flew past Mindy and only her fairy senses 
warned her in time to dodge out of the way. She veered to 
one side and flipped over onto her back. A large bat was 
turning toward her. Mindy had a moment of panic and 
fumbled with the sonic lance Jeremy had given her. It 
bounced out of her hands and was lost in the night. 
Turning for another pass the bat shrieked at her. Mindy's 
heart stopped as the sound resonated through her body. 
The bat was nearly as large as she was and its fangs 
glinted in the night. It came at her again and Mindy 
waited until the last second to climb straight up. The 
bat shot past but curved upward itself following her. The 
next few minutes were an aerial dogfight worthy of Luke 
Skywalker and Darth Vader. Mindy was quicker and more 
agile than the bat, but the creature had staying power. 
All to quickly Mindy felt pain beginning to spread out 
from her wings. 

Down Mindy, she thought diving. You have legs, he 
doesn't.

It would have been a good idea if the owl hadn't shown 
up. It was nearly on top of the fairy before Mindy 
spotted it and it's claws barely missed closing on her 
body. One of them did hit her wing and

Mindy spiraled in a helter-skelter descent full of 
agonizing pain. Battling through the pain she tried to 
use her lower wings to put her into some sort of a long 
sloping glide. It worked but there was no way to change 
direction. The house loomed up before her like some 
stygian beast and its dark windows swallowed her up. She 
never learned what became of the bat or the owl.

Strangely enough Mindy was able to perceive everything 
that happened to her as she crashed. It was recorded in 
her memory by how hard and what part of her body hit the 
obstacles in the room. 

Shoulder, screen, soft. Head, table, hard. Hip, something 
on table, hard. Left foot, something on table, soft. 
Stomach, something on table, hard. Sliding across table 
top, paper, soft, pencil hard,

keys, hard. Head, something on table very, very hard. 
Blackness.

"No darn it." Mindy swore pulling her self back to full 
consciousness. "El needs me. Janeway wouldn't black out, 
I'm not going to black out."

Mindy sat up and tried to steady her head and ignore the 
pain stabbing at her from her wings. Partially successful 
she reached out with her senses. The room had no light 
but the thin flicker of a streetlight a block away, but 
to Mindy it was as bright as noon. She was in some sort 
of electronics lab. Not the one at Carrion Mansion, this 
place was far too primitive. Computer equipment that 
looked like it harkened back to the 1950's sat and hummed 
away. Mindy could feel the heat given off by the vacuum 
tubes. The walls were lined with tin foil. Mindy had 
landed on a desk. On it was a modern telephone, a small 
TV, a box of Raisinettes and some papers and pencils. 

"Well if I can't get there one way." Mindy said, getting 
to her feet. She staggered over to the phone and lifted 
the handset off of its cradle. The dial tone sounded 
strange, but pushing the buttons wasn't a problem. 

"Carrion Mansion, Theodore T. Bear speaking." A voice 
answered a few moments later. 

"Mr. Bear let me speak to Jeremy or Helga."

"Theodore T. Bear, please madam. I'm afraid the children 
are busy at the moment. Can I take a message?"

"This is Mindy, look you gotta put me through to them, 
that robot isn't going to attack the mansion, it's going 
to attack the town. Elvira's gonna grow to giant size to 
fight it but she'll need help!"

"Robot, attack town..." Theodore said, repeating her 
slowly. "Elvira needs help... I will see that they get 
the message. Is there anything else?"

"Yea, I think my wings busted and I don't know where I 
am."

"You are at 15 Sour Simon lane, home of a Mr. Lawrence 
Castleworth."

"How the hell do you know that?"

"Please Miss McConnel, your language. All calls into and 
out of the mansion are traced and logged."

"Oh." Mindy tried to calm down. The denizens of Carrion 
Mansion tended to view excitement with disdain, 
especially Theodore T. Bear, the spirit of an English 
butler who was stuck in the body of Helga's

Teddy Bear. "Well can you send some one to get me?"

"Everyone is busy at the moment, but I will relate your 
situation to Master Jeremy. I'm sure someone will be sent 
for you soon."

"Soon? How soon is soon? I'm twelve inches tall and I got 
a busted wing! What if this place has a cat? I need 
better than soon!"

"I'm afraid I can only give you and approximate time 
frame." Mr. Bear said in the infuriatingly calm tones of 
voice that only the English butler has managed to 
cultivate. "In the meantime I suggest you stay out of 
sight of the owners of the house. Good evening."

There was a click and Mindy stared at the phone. Growling 
she was about to push the 'redial' button when the door 
opened and the light came on. A man stood there staring 
at her. Mindy suddenly realized she was naked and despite 
the fact that she'd been naked for hours the young woman 
reacted instinctively. She screamed and tried to use her 
hands to cover herself.

It was a silly thing to do, as Mindy later admitted. She 
had been naked most of the night. But in all that time no 
one outside of Carrion Mansion had seen her with the 
exception of Timothy, and she'd been too busy to think 
about it. Now it was all she could think of. 

For a moment the man and Mindy just gaped at each other. 
Then he dove across the room and Mindy instinctively 
tried to take flight. Pain stabbed into her back as her 
wing protest and she managed to get only a foot or so off 
of the desk. It was enough to make the man miss her. He 
slammed into the desk and fell over as Mindy managed to 
land hard on the floor. Mindy started to run but a hand 
enveloped her legs and held them tightly.

"Let go of me!" Mindy screeched pounding and biting at 
the man's hand. It was useless of course. She was a bird 
squirming in the mouth of a cat. But pure panic drove to 
new heights of desperation. Her wings fluttered crazily 
but the fairy had no where near enough strength even to 
lift his arm off of the floor. His fingers were greasy 
and she managed to nudge herself a bit out of his grip 
before he tightened it.

"Judy!" the man shouted. "Get up here and bring the extra 
cage!"

"In a minute." A feminine voice called back. 

"Now!" the man shouted.

He brought Mindy closer to his face. For the first time 
Mindy recognized him, and her panic increased. The Troll 
had captured her! Mr. Lawrence Castleworth was a science 
teacher at Karloff High School. Elvira had given him the 
nickname and it fit. He was short, fat, with an out 
thrust jaw and sloping forehead. His hair was greasy 
blonde and he wore cloths that bordered on decrepit. The 
Troll's greatest joy in life was making a science class 
an exercise in curing insomnia. He was cruel, petty and 
openly called the students maggots. How he stayed 
employed was a mystery to almost everyone.

"This better be good." Said a girl appearing in the 
doorway cage in hand. "They got the Angel tied to a stake 
and..." her voice trailed off as she saw what he had.

"Give me that." He snapped taking the cage from her. 
Mindy fought like a butterfly caught in a net but the 
Troll shoved her into the cage and closed the door. She 
threw herself at the bars then pulled back in pain as she 
metal burned her hands.

"Good, you left the shocker on." Mr. Castleworth said. 
"That'll teach you bug." He said, pointing his finger at 
Mindy. "You do what your told you won't fell pain."

"What is it?" Judy asked peering at Mindy as he picked up 
the cage and put it on the desk. She was taller and 
thinner, much thinner than he was. Her hair had streaks 
of violet in it and she wore a ratty old T-shirt and pair 
of jeans full of wholes. Her nose, tongue, ears, lip and 
belly button were all pierced and sported various studs 
and jewels. 

"I don't know."

"You don't know a fairy when you see one?" Mindy 
demanded.

"There is no such thing as fairies." The Troll 
pronounced.

"Than what am I?" Mindy said throwing her arms out, her 
anger drowning her embarrassment.

"Most likely some experiment from that military base." 
Mr. Castleworth said. He picked up a pencil and stuck the 
pointed end in through the bars. For a few moments Mindy 
dodged it but he finally knocked her down and pinned her 
underneath it. The point lay between her breast and the 
rest of the pencil lay long her body holding it down. 
"I'll know more once I get a few samples." With Mindy 
helpless beneath the pencil he opened the cage door and 
eased his hand inside. 

Samples again, Mindy thought trying to control her panic. 
Everyone wants samples! Seldom in her life had the young 
woman been so infuriated. A pencil had brought her down! 
A Dixon Ticonderoga #2 Soft! The Trolls' hand brushed 
against her wing and she cried out from the pain.

"Wings are sensitive." He said as if noting the sky was 
blue. He avoided them and used his index finger to prod 
Mindy's breast.

"Stop that you perv!" Mindy shouted.

"Breast are sensitive too." Mr. Castleworth said. He 
pulled his hand out and closed the door, then pulled the 
pencil out. Mindy sat up her face red with rage and 
embarrassment.

"She's rage whatever she is." Judy said bending down to 
look through the cage. "Look at those boobies."

"She's perfect." Mr. Castleworth said. "Once I get her on 
the table and get some blood I'll figure out what she 
is."

Blood! 

Mindy's eyes went wide.

"Where's my bag." The Troll cursed, looking around the 
room.

"You left it in school remember?" Judy said. She hadn't 
taken her eyes off of Mindy and the fairy didn't like the 
gleam in them.

"Damn!" he swore. "I'll use the kitchen then. You keep an 
eye on her while I set things up."

"Ok." Judy said sitting down. He left and she folded her 
arms and rested her head on them. 

Mindy moved her wing feeling out the injury. It was like 
moving arm over a flame, every time she got past a 
certain point pain flooded her body.

"What's he gonna do with me?" She asked Judy.

"Same thing he did to them I guess." Judy said gesturing 
to the wall.

Mindy looked at the wall and her stomach dropped out of 
the way to make room for her heart. The wall was filled 
with picture frames each containing butterflies. She 
could see the pins sticking out of their backs and it 
took no imagination for her to know what that would feel 
like.

"Help me!" Mindy pleaded.

"Sure." Judy said. "Maybe."

Reaching over she picked up the phone and dialed. 

"Dulcy? Judy. We're game." She paused listening to the 
reply. "Yea, I know what I said, but I got something new. 
You still got that stuff for the B-doll? You know, the 
BB-doll stuff you made last month? Good, I'll be over in 
a while. Get ready to get shocked."

Judy hung up the phone and leaned down so that her head 
was at the same level as Mindy.

"You want out? You do what I say, when I say it. Me 
Mistress, you slave. Got it?"

"Got it." Mindy replied suddenly wondering if she'd 
exchanged the firing squad for a hanging. The brass stud 
in Judy's tongue clicked softly as she talked and one of 
her front teeth was chipped. Her breath smelled of stale 
beer and wine.

Judy went over to a cabinet and opened it, pulling out a 
large Mason jar. She unscrewed the top of it and set it 
on the table. Then she opened the cage and reached in. 
Mindy stood still, offering no resistance as the woman 
took hold of her legs. Judy pulled her out of the cage 
carefully. Then she dropped Mindy into the jar and then 
started to screw the lid on.

"Hey! Air holes!" Mindy hissed.

"Just hold you breathe, you got the lungs for it." Judy 
sneered.

She screwed the top on and then carried Mindy out of the 
room and into the hallway. Opening a door she walked into 
a bedroom. The room was definitely Judy's. The wallpaper 
was peeling and dirty laundry was everywhere. Judy set 
the jar onto the floor and rolled it under the bed. The 
roll caught Mindy off guard and she bounced around inside 
the jar. This time when the fairy hit her head she did 
black out.

The same jostling that knocked Mindy out woke her up. She 
was still in the jar, but the jar was moving and she was 
bouncing around as it moved. Her wing hit the side and 
the pain lanced through her sleeping mind bringing it to 
cold reality. It was dark, but her fairy senses made up 
for that. The jar was in a bag of some sort, being 
carried upward. Jagged tears in the metal of the lid told 
her that Judy had added air holes. She could hear Judy's 
labored breathing and erratic heartbeat. A door opened 
and Mindy heard another voice. This one was scratchy, as 
if the person had a cold.

"Hey." Was all it said. The word was said in a monotone, 
without any inflection or emotion. It was as if that word 
encompassed the entirety of all words ever spoken.

"I got something your not gonna believe." Judy said. 
Mindy braced herself as the pack was thrown onto 
something hard. The bag was opened and she was lifted out 
into a room filled with colored drawings. It took a 
moment for Mindy to recognize them as tattoos. There was 
an old leather couch patched with duct tape to one side. 
To another were a desk and two chairs. In the center of 
the room was a dentist chair with various instruments 
attached to it. 

"Whoa!" the woman with the scratchy voice said upon 
seeing the fairy. Mindy looked up at a black woman who 
had more studs and piercings than Judy did. Her hair was 
cut short to her skull and was streaked with blue red and 
green. She wore a black top that matched her skin and a 
pair of old blue jeans. "Where'd you get this?"

"It flew into our house." Judy said. "Can you believe 
that Larry wanted to dissect it?"

Her, Mindy thought. I'm a her not an it. Though she said 
nothing aloud.

"Larry wants to dissect everyone." Dulcy said tapping the 
glass. "So what's her name?"

"I don't know." Judy said. "I was too busy getting her 
out of the house to ask and she didn't wake up till now."

"What's your name little B?" Dulcy asked as if she was 
talking to a little puppy.

"My name would be unpronounceable in your tongue." Mindy 
said with as much dignity as she could. "You may call me 
Arionhorod."

"Ari then." Dulcy said. "Ok Ari, where'd you come from?"

Mindy had been thinking furiously since she had woken up. 
It wouldn't do any good for Judy or anyone else to know 
who she truly was. She doubted she could trust in their 
sense of charity to let her go or get her to Carrion 
Mansion. The best thing to do would be to give them a 
story they could believe and wait for her chance to 
escape.

"I was being held captive in the military base on the 
outside of town, but I escaped." Mindy said. 

"Cool." Judy said. "Larry was right about that at least.

"Yea, so that makes you government property on the run." 
Dulcy said. 

"No that makes her mine." Judy declared. She unscrewed 
the jar and reached in. Mindy stood still again as Judy 
grabbed her legs and lifted her out. "Remember Ari, me 
Mistress, you slave."

"I remember." Mindy said.

"What about Larry?" Dulcy asked.

"I wrecked the room and told him she flew out. He's 
probably still chasing her."

"Let me see her?" Dulcy asked taking Mindy from Judy's 
hand. Mindy submitted silently, the room had no windows 
and only one door and that was closed. For the moment she 
was trapped. The black woman's fingers were cooler than 
Judy's and dryer. Her skin felt like coarse paper. 

Dulcy brought Mindy close enough to her face for Mindy to 
see the pours of her skin. She turned Mindy this way and 
that way, examining every part of the fairies body. Mindy 
took it silently, but seethed all the same.

"They grew you good." Dulcy said at last. "Look at those 
tits." She shook Mindy up and down. "Don't bounce for 
nothing though."

Will I ever be at a height where my chest isn't what 
people look at first, Mindy wondered?

"Her body do all the things ours does?" Dulcy asked 
poking Mindy's but.

Passive, Mindy thought, be passive.

"Hell I don't know." Judy looked at the jar. "Nothing in 
here and she's been in there since last night."

"Last night?" Mindy blurted out.

"Yea, that's why the air holes, I thought you'd bought it 
till I realized you were breathing."

She'd been a fairy by day as well as by night, Mindy 
realized with something like horror. But Cathay had 
called her a moon fairy, when the sun came up she should 
have reverted to human form. What had gone wrong?

"So what you got in mind for her." Dulcy asked. She 
placed Mindy on the dentist chair and took a firm hold of 
the fairies ankles. Mindy blushed scarlet, as her legs 
were forced open. "Good bush." She added.

"She works out tonight I got a cage with her name on it." 
Judy said. "She gets it wrong I give her back to Larry."

"You wanna try that same look we did last month with the 
doll?" Dulcy turned Mindy over and kept the fairies legs 
pulled apart.

"Yep, should work better with her."

"Oh yea." Dulcy said turning Mindy over again. 

The fairy was working hard to hold her tongue, but it 
wasn't easy. Mindy had never thought to meet anyone who 
would make her nostalgic for either Lisa Douglas or Aunt 
Petunia. But there was a fear behind her anger. Neither 
Judy nor Dulcy saw her as a person, they saw her as an; 
it. 

"Let's start with her hair." Judy said, picking up a pair 
of scissors.

"What?" Mindy squirmed out of Dulcy's grasp and tried to 
fly, but only got a few feet off of the chair before her 
the pain in her wing forced her back down. 

"Gotcha." Dulcy said grabbing her again.

"Let go of me!"

"Hey slave, remember the deal." Judy said coming toward 
her. 

"You're not cutting my hair!" Mindy shouted grabbing her 
head. It was an absurd statement. They could do anything 
they wanted with her. "Why do you want my hair?"

"You didn't tell her anything did you?" Dulcy asked.

"Hell, she's been asleep all day." Judy said putting the 
scissors down. Reaching over she took Mindy from Dulcy. 
"Ari, you know what Dark Vamp is?"

"No." Mindy said, though she knew what it was.

"Well it's part performance art part role playing game. 
About once a month we get together and act out what we 
write. It has be based in the Dark Vamp universe, that's 
a series of books, and whoever has the best piece wins."

"What do you win?" Mindy asked.

"The winner gets put on the web sight our club runs. Past 
few months I've been loosing to The British Babe. She's 
got tits like yours only life size." Judy looked like she 
was ready to spit and Mindy shuddered at the jealousy in 
the woman's voice. "She can't write to save her soul but 
she just wears the tightest thing she can find and uses 
that damn accent. Sometimes she throws in French too. 
Last month I almost had her, but almost doesn't cut it. 
I'm gonna be first this time." She brought Mindy close to 
her face. "Or I'm gonna cut of your wings and hang'em on 
the wall. Clear."

"Perfectly." Mindy said swallowing. 

"Good."

An hour later Mindy wasn't sure what was worse, being 
captive of a deranged science teacher or having to read 
the script Judy had written. Worse she had to speak them 
in front on an audience. By now she wasn't too concerned 
about her nudity. It still bothered her but it paled next 
to her other problems. 

How can anyone write anything this bad, Mindy wondered. 
She shifted uncomfortable her ankles chaffing at the 
manacles. Mindy had been surprised when Dulcy produced 
them. Made of brass they were precisely the size needed 
to hobble her ankles together in case she tried to run. A 
thin chain ran from them to a bent nail that Judy had 
pounded into the desk. 

"How we doing?" Judy asked.

"Almost there." Dulcy replied. 

Judy was lying on the dentist chair. Her arms had been 
pulled above her and tied down. Her top was off and Dulcy 
was painting a wall onto her chest and stomach. Judy 
topless was much as Mindy suspected. Rail thin with small 
almost boyish breast. The wall Dulcy had painted onto her 
was a typical dungeon wall. Large gray stones with black 
mortar between them. The wall started at her belly button 
and rose up to her neck. At the bottom was piled bones 
and skulls. From her nipples hung another pair of 
manacles. Mindy wasn't sure if her arms would reach 
across Judy's chest, but there was no way to avoid 
finding out.

Worst of all neither woman had heard anything about a 
giant robot attacking the town, so Elvira might have 
succeeded, but at what cost? And her family had to have 
guessed she was missing by now, they'd be frantic.

"Patience and endurance Mindy." She whispered turning 
back to the script in front of her. Neither Dulcy nor 
Judy was too bright, otherwise they would have spotted 
the wholes in her story right away. 

Sooner or later Mindy would have a chance to escape.

"Done." Dulcy said untying her friend.

"Perfect." Judy said, looking at herself in the mirror. 
She picked up the scissors and turned to Mindy. "Now 
lets see to that hair."

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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