The Witches of Kappa Gamma Delta, Chapters 9 and 10

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Chapter Nine

John’s mind was a tumult of confusion as he walked back towards the Kappa Gamma Delta sorority house. He was so disoriented that the fact he had shrunk 4 inches and lost 10 pounds from the previous night was not at the forefront of his mind — neither was Harper’s recent divulgence that she was a witch, and that she had literally fucked the size out of him. Instead, John was thinking about the bizarre shift in Harper’s behavior right before they had parted. As he walked along the sidewalk, he thought back desperately, trying to find some explanation for the tears in Harper’s eyes.

‘So we had incredible sex,’ he thought, going through the bullet points in his mind. ‘And everything was totally fine…and then I asked her about coming with me to talk to Nora to get my size back, but Harper’s busy right now and can’t…everything was still ok…until…until…I asked if she wanted to be my girlfriend. That’s when the tears started coming, and…she just said to get back to her after I talk with Nora…’

John was completely at a loss, and he felt in his gut like he had made some sort of a mistake by asking her out. He had no idea how to explain her emotional reaction to his proposition — they had literally just had sex in the library bathroom…and Harper said that she wanted to keep doing it! So what was the problem?! John quickened his steps, actually breaking into a jog after about half a minute more of agonized thinking. The only way to see what the hell was going on was to go back and talk to Nora. John desperately hoped that she was still on the porch, making her potions.  

Sure enough, she was, sitting in her chair, by the large black cauldron of aggressively smoking vapors. As John approached the large house, he saw a flash of blue, and then of deep red, as Nora added more ingredients to the mixture. Her hazel eyes twinkled from behind her long, silvery-white hair as she watched John huff and puff up the stairs to the porch.  

“Well hello again, Mr. John!” she sang out merrily, stirring the potion with a large wooden spoon. “I see that you’re back as expected.”

“As…expected?” panted John, doubling over a little as he tried to catch his breath.  

“Oh yes — new boys almost always come back. They all want their size back. I’m assuming that’s what you came to me to discuss?”

“Y-yes…yes, that’s right,” said John, standing up and putting his hands on the back of his head, still a little out of breath.  

“Well I’ll let you catch your breath a little first,” remarked Nora with a bit of a chuckle. “This is not a conversation to be taken lightly.”  

What did she mean by that? John had no idea, but an unpleasantly strange sense of foreboding was starting to build inside of him. He was again struck by how huge Nora was — sitting down in her chair, she was almost as tall as he was, and her powerful curves trembled and jostled with every movement underneath her tight jeans and white t-shirt. Smiling, she turned and broke up a sprig of some kind of dried herb and sprinkled it into the potion. It hissed slightly, turning green for a moment before returning to jet-black.  

“S-so…so you’re all, uh…witches?” asked John, who was realizing for the first time how “witch-like” Nora looked. Her face was gorgeous, with sharp features, and her light eyes seemed to have some kind of otherworldly quality to them. The spill of silver-white hair that reached the middle of her back completed the picture. John felt an odd thought pop up in his mind: ‘Of course she’s a witch — why didn’t I realize it before?’

“So Harper told you the big secret, huh?” answered Nora pleasantly, still focused on stirring the potion. “Lots of boys come back here all angry, demanding an explanation and an apology and yadda yadda yadda.” She turned back and looked up, eying him curiously. “But not you, I see.”

“I, uh…I mean, I was a little, um…maybe pissed off at first,” said John, “But then, uh…Harper told me that it didn’t have to be permanent and, uh…well…I got over it pretty fast. Nice little joke you guys play, hehe.”

“Joke?” asked Nora, her eyes sharpening. “Did Harper say it was a joke?”

“Uh n-no! No, those weren’t, um…like her exact words,” said John, backpedalling a little. At the drop of a hat, Nora’s hazel eyes could change from merry to glacial. “In…in fact, I think I was the one who said it wasn’t a funny joke, or something like that, and then Harper told me that it wasn’t a joke, so, uhh…so yeah.”

He didn’t know what else to say, so his words just petered out. Nora kept her intense eyes on him for another few seconds before turning back to the potion.  

“Well ok,” she said, resuming stirring, “Just as long as Harper wasn’t the one who was talking like that. You’ll find out very soon, John, that this is as far from a joke as anything can be.”  

“What, uh…wh-what’s that supposed to mean?!” asked John, trying to keep the worry out of his voice. “C-come on, Nora — I’m starting to kind of freak out right now.”  

“Aww, she got herself a sweet one,” muttered Nora to herself as she smiled, throwing a handful of brightly-colored pink crystals into the mixture, dying the whole potion the same ubiquitous pink. Immediately, all the vapors and smoke ceased as the potion abruptly stopped bubbling. John recognized the color as the same shade of pink from the Pink Panther drink mixture from the previous night. The butterflies started beating harder against the walls of his stomach.  

Nora stood up, facing him as she put her hands on her hips. John took an instinctive step backwards — she just seemed so imposing. He was looking up at her shoulders, and her thick, vigorous hips rose higher than his elbows. She sighed out as she continued to smile down at him.  

“Yes…a very sweet one,” she repeated, almost to herself. “Not angry, not bitter, not insulted…just a little scared.” She spoke up louder, now directly down to him. “You’re very cute — you know that, John, don’t you?”  

“I…I’ve been told…before,” he said awkwardly.  

“Harper really is showing herself to be wiser than her years so far — that much is for sure. How is she right now?”

“How…is she?”

“Yes — when she told you to go talk to me, what was she like? Normal? Weird? Upset?”

“Uhh…kinda upset, actually. She…she actually started crying a little before she just, uh, sorta rushed away.” John felt like he was getting closer to solving the mystery.  

Nora cocked her head to the side a little as her brow creased slightly. She pouted her lips a little in sincerity. “Awww, poor girl,” she murmured. “She really does like you. And she’s afraid…she’s afraid you won’t stay.”  

“What?” asked John, feeling a little incensed all of a sudden. “I — I’m the one who just asked her out!”

“Ohhh you asked her out?” breathed Nora, stepping a little closer to him and bending down at the waist. Her huge face was now staring directly down into his.

“Y-yeah,” said John simply, looking anywhere but Nora’s eyes as he shrugged his shoulders. He felt like she was implying that he had done something wrong. But he hadn’t — surely he hadn’t!  

“Well,” said Nora, straightening up. Once again, John was staring directly forward into the top of her large boobs. “Maybe you jumped the gun a little there. You don’t wanna be asking out a witch without knowing what you’re getting into.”  

“Uh…s-so…so what AM I getting into?” asked John.  

“Hold on just a minute,” said Nora, putting up her index finger as she turned to gaze at the potion, which was now sitting there, placid. “I’m not trying to torture you here, but time’s of the essence with this potion and I need to deposit the final ingredient within the next minute or so. Otherwise I’ll have to throw all this out and start over.”  

Nora swiftly strode past John a couple steps, looking up at the porch ceiling. John saw that she was standing under what looked to be some kind of hatch — a bit of rope was hanging down from it. Nora reached a long arm way up and smartly rapped on the hatch door. John heard some scuttling within. ‘Is she about to sacrifice a squirrel or something?’ he thought suddenly.  

“You ready up there, Little Bull?” called Nora. “It’s time! You better be ready!”  

“Ready!” came a small, high-pitched voice from within the ceiling.  

“Good!” said Nora. “One, two, three!” She swiftly pulled on the rope. The hatch door sprang open, and a small, skinny, naked man dropped out of the ceiling, directly into Nora’s waiting arms. John started back in shock and disgust. The man looked anorexic…or at least something very close to that. His limbs were rail-thin, so much so that it was immediately clear that Nora’s arms were thicker than his legs. But most shocking and repulsive of all to John was the fact that this man was sporting a huge boner, way too big for his size. It was pointed straight up in the air, right at Nora’s face.  

“There he is!” she purred, sticking out her tongue and giving the man’s hard cock quick, affectionate lick. “You think you can do it yourself this time, big boy?”  

“I’ll…try!” said the man.  

Nora arched her eyebrows at him and set him down on his feet, in front of the cauldron. John couldn’t believe it; the top of this man’s head didn’t even come up to his nipples. He had been feeling small before in Nora’s presence, but now, he felt huge just looking at this guy. But all these thoughts were chased out of John’s head once the man started jacking his huge cock off into the cauldron.  

“What…the fuck!?” cried John, moving to shield his eyes away from what he was seeing. “Nora!? What…what’s going on??”  

“Little Bull here’s got…40 seconds to cum — or else I’m gonna do it for him, just like last time.”

“And the time before that!” came a different voice from the front door. John staggered around and saw Ariel, with her jet-black hair and coal-dark eyes, standing with Vera, looking as fierce as ever with her buzz-cut brown hair and innumerable face and ear piercings. They were both looking straight at John, grinning mysteriously from high up above.  

“Aw come on, have some faith in the little guy, Ariel!” said Nora.  

“Blind faith has led many astray,” observed Vera.

“It’s not blind faith, sister!” laughed Nora, pointing to the man’s throbbing cock, which had gotten even bigger as he jerked it into the potion. “You’d have to be blind not to appreciate the python on my little man right here.”

“Well, he’s got about 20 more seconds,” said Ariel. “Just get ready to do it for him.”  

John blinked his eyes and glanced down nervously at the street. Cars were driving down the road; joggers and people walking their dogs were just moving by on the sidewalk as normal. Did none of them actually see what was going on up here!? Was the porch too high for them to really see!? Surely all of this craziness was happening in plain sight!  

“Ten, nine, eight…yeah, I think you’d better finish him off,” said Vera calmly.  

“Oh well,” sighed Nora, going over and kneeling next to the tiny man. Even on her knees, his little head didn’t even come up to her chin. John watched in repulsed fascination as Nora swiftly wrapped her big hand around the man’s cock. It looked like her body was totally swallowing his. Then, cooing some words softly in his ear, she suddenly began jacking him off with blazing speed, far faster than what seemed within the natural ability of human beings. John’s eyes popped — he had never seen anyone move any part of their body that fast. Nora’s hand was a complete blur as she masturbated the miniature man, and her technique produced almost immediate results. Just a couple seconds later, the man began to shudder and spasm as his frail body fell back into Nora’s. She leaned forward, supporting him easily between her huge breasts, as he shot gob after gob of thick, creamy, white cum into the potion. It fizzed slightly, and the pink color darkened just a little. A slight pink haze of vapor slowly developed over the potion, hanging in the air. It didn’t matter that there was a breeze that was blowing; the vapor seemed unaffected, and remained in place.  

Chapter Ten

John felt a little sick to his stomach. He had never actually seen another male cum in real life, and the effect of the scene in front of him made him feel…well, he had no idea. He had no point of reference for what had just happened in front of him. He felt a little sick, yes, and disgusted — but he also felt a little…aroused? It was hard not to be, watching Nora work a cock like that, and watching how she treated the little man after he was done squirting. She kept whispering to him, and the man closed his eyes, nodding. Then she gave him a big, tender kiss on the side of his cheek and stood up. If John dwarfed this tiny guy, then Nora made him look like a child. His face was exactly even with the crotch of her tight jeans. Nora reached down and pet him lovingly on the head, easily palming it with her large hand and long, strong fingers.  

“Well, maybe next time, Little Bull,” she said pleasantly. “I certainly appreciate the effort.”

She led him back over to the open hatch in the ceiling and bent down, completely encircled his waist with her huge hands, and lifted him back up into the darkness. He disappeared into the ceiling, and Nora promptly closed the hatch.  

“Forgetting something?” asked Ariel.  

“Uh…uh….oh yeah!” cried Nora after a couple moments of puzzling. She strode over to the cauldron and bent down over it. The light pink vapor was still hanging there over the potion, like a fog in the early morning. She pursed her lips and blew, and it suddenly seemed to melt away. It was surreal for John to witness — the obvious breeze he was feeling hadn’t done a thing, but all Nora needed to do was blow, and the vapor cloud was gone.  

“And stir just a little more,” added Vera.  

“Oh I remember that part,” chuckled Nora, stirring the final mixture with her big wooden spoon. A few moments later, she tapped the spoon on the side of the cauldron and stepped back.

“Ta-da!” she said. “Try it, Ariel!”  

The dark-haired witch walked forward silently past John and took the wooden spoon from Nora’s hand. Ariel was a good inch taller than Nora in bare feet, and equally, if not more, curvy. She was wearing some fierce looking black heels right now, though, which put her at 6’11, making Nora actually look small. Ariel dipped the spoon into the mixture, blew on it a bit, and then tasted, while Nora watched eagerly, with a bit of apprehensive uncertainty in her face.  

“It’s good, Nora!” said Ariel. “Mmmm, particularly that last bit. What are you feeding him?”  

“Milk, honey, melons…a little wheatgrass,” said Nora, shrugging and trying to hide her excitement in a casual tone. “Oh! And nutmeg! I started feeding him little bits of nutmeg out of my hand last week. He’s so cute, nibbling it up. And I think it really improves the flavor — at least when it’s just his cum I’m drinking.”

“Well I have to say,” said Ariel, putting down the spoon, “That you’ve really come a long way with your potions, Nora. This is top-notch.”  

“Thanks so much Ariel!” beamed Nora, now not bothering to hide her elation.  

“And what do you think of Nora’s potion-making prowess?” asked Ariel amusedly, turning down to John. She was incredibly intimidating, facing him like that with her dark persona, dark clothes, dark heels, dark everything — John was looking straight into the middle of her breasts. He swallowed a lump in his throat, noting that Ariel's hips were just a couple inches lower than his shoulders. They expanded out widely on either side of him, making him feel tiny. And yet, even though she was definitely intimidating, John couldn’t help but feel a kind of aroused pull deep at the base of his cock. This woman…this witch…was deathly beautiful. They all were…and everyone on the porch with him now was no more than a coupe years older than he was.

“I’ve…I’ve n-never s-seen, uh…seen anything like it,” John stammered, not able to look Ariel in the eye.

“An apt answer!” chuckled Ariel, looking up past John to Nora and Vera, who both returned her smile appreciatively. “This one isn’t quite like most of the others. A lot of them would have run away by now!”  

“I was just telling him how sweet he was,” said Nora, joining Ariel in front of John. “It’s clear that he likes Harper — and that Harper likes him too. He says that she was upset a while ago — he asked her out.”

“Ohhhh,” said Vera, coming up to join them. “So he doesn’t know yet?”

“No,” said Nora. “But I’m about to tell him right now.” She turned and looked down at John, and Ariel and Vera did the same. A few moments of silence passed as the three witches stared down at him, studying him intently, as the light September breeze continued to blow and waft gently around them. John felt tiny in the presence of these amazonian women. Nora was the shortest, since she was in her bare feet, but she was still 6’6. Vera was wearing tennis shoes, which made her around 6’8; Ariel was 6’11. But, on top of their heights, and the alluring voluptuousness of their hips, busts, and limbs, John for once could not look away from their faces — they were the most arresting aspect of all three of them: Vera, with her flashing green eyes, which somehow went perfectly with her glinting piercings and buzz cut, Nora, with her calm, strong hazel eyes, a kind of Nordic queen, and Ariel, with her glinting black eyes, looking for all the world like the firstborn daughter of Hades himself. John felt almost suspended in the air, such was the power of their threefold gaze.  

“So John,” said Nora at last, her voice low and serious. “Here’s what you need to know. You must understand that, as witches, we cannot enjoy romantic relationships in the same way as other humans. Without going too much into the whole history of it, you just need to know that a witch who chooses to enter into a romantic relationship with another non-witch human will see her powers begin to fade away, until she has lost them completely, never to be retrieved again.”

John blinked, feeling his stomach drop. So they were telling him that he couldn’t be with Harper?

“The world at large saps our power, you see,” continued Nora calmly. “And every time a witch engages in a sexual act with a normal human — without any spells or magic or potions at work — she loses some of her power. Some witches choose this path, and they become lost to our ways. Our ranks have dwindled over the centuries, though not for this reason alone.”

“B-But Harper,” said John in a faltering voice, “Sh-she…she r-really likes me. M-Maybe she would consider — ”

“Hold your tongue, boy,” warned Ariel in a dangerous voice, her black eyes blazing down at him like fire. “You do not know what you are saying. You have no idea what you would be asking for her to give up.”

“And she won’t choose it, in any case,” said Nora, touching Ariel’s arm lightly, as if to calm her down. “Harper has made that very clear to us. As early as this morning. She is dedicated to studying our ways and immersing herself in our lore and arcane knowledge. You cannot hope to dissuade her from that, John. If that’s how you’re going to think about it, then I advise you to walk down those steps and never return. Because you’ll find only pain here — pain and disappointment. You seem like a very nice young man, and none of us would want that for you.”

“S-so…so what is it that you’re saying, exactly?” asked John, his heart beating extremely fast. “So Harper’s going to stay a witch…and witches can’t be, uh…romantic with normal humans like me without losing their powers? So…so you’re saying…we can never be together!?”  

“No,” said Nora. “You can. It just has to be on her terms.”  

“On…her terms?”

“Yes. You came back here today, John, because you wanted your size back? That’s right, isn’t it?”

“….uh, yes. And you can do that, right?”

“I can,” said Nora, as the other two witches looked on. “But you must understand, John, that if I reverse the magic that shrank you, and you are restored to your former height and size, then you can never again have any kind of sexual experience with Harper. Since I would be reversing the potion magic that she used to grow, if she were to have sex with you again, she would lose her powers at a far more rapid rate. It would ruin her. We would have to cast her out. And she has reiterated to us this morning that she would never, ever want that. You can see where everyone stands now, yes?”  

John just stood there for long moments. His brain was numb. The three witches stood there patiently, watching him process everything he had just heard. This was not the first time they had watched a young man struggle with this decision. The breeze continued to hold them all together, in the moment.  

“S-so…” said John about twenty seconds later in a shaky voice, “So I basically…have to choose…between getting my size back…or never seeing Harper again?”

“Yes,” said Nora simply.  

“And…if I stay with her…I’ll shrink every time we have sex?”

“At different rates, depending on what spell or potion is being used, but yes,” answered Nora.  

“B-But…but some spells and potions could…uh…grow me, right?” asked John. But he felt his heart sank as all three witches shook their heads at him slowly. They had clearly been expecting him to say that.  

“We’re witches, John,” said Vera softly. “We draw life force from those who we’re intimate with.”  

“Some humans have called us “evil” because of that,” said Ariel. “But it’s no different from other humans — people draw their life force from the plants and animals around them. Witches are different in that we draw most of our life force from humans. And our bodies respond by growing…into what you see before you now.” 

“We’re not evil, John,” said Nora softly. “Harper isn’t evil. She’s giving you a choice. No one is forcing you either way. But know that if you choose to be with Harper, you are choosing to let go of everything you thought about being a “man.” You’re going to have to give up the power that even you, even a young man as sweet and kind as you, desperately clings to. And in exchange, you will experience thrills, delights, and pleasures that few men could ever dare to dream of. It’s a simple choice, John. It’s not easy, but it is simple.”  

John was rooted in place. None of this made sense…and yet, strangely…all of it made sense. But suddenly, something popped up in his mind, almost like a last hope that all of this was somehow not true.

“B-But…but earlier today!” he burst out. “In…In the library — Harper and I had sex again! She chose to have sex with me! And…no potions, no spells…no nothing!” He realized once he was finished speaking that his words sounded like a challenge to the other three. They all nodded, smiling steadily.  

“A priori contact,” explained Nora gently. “The potion you drank last night was a strong one, as they always are when new young men come to the house. All of those ingredients are still flowing freely through your veins. You two could have sex for the next two or three days and she would be unaffected.”

John’s shoulders slumped; somewhere in his mind, he registered that he had definitely ingested some little man’s semen, but he was feeling so overwhelmed right now that he wasn’t even thinking about that.  

“There’s no way to wiggle your way out of this, John,” said Nora, as kindly as she could. “I’m sorry that we’ve caused you such anguish, but it’s just the way we are. And we all want intimacy, just like you.”  

“How…long do I have to decide?” asked John in a hollow voice.

“As long as you want,” answered Nora. “But if you ask for your size back, and I restore it to you, there’s no going back.”

John nodded and stood there, head down, and shoulders slumped. The other three witches, especially Nora, looked at him with pity. He really was a cute little thing. But maybe…maybe he cared a little too much about his masculinity. They would have to wait and see.  

“C-can I go talk to Harper?” croaked John. “I promise, I w-won’t…won’t be mad at her or anything. I just…I just want to see her and…and talk this out.”  

“Sure, John,” said Nora tenderly, and she reached out and gave him a long, earnest hug. John resisted at first, but then quickly melted into it as he felt the strong, firm plushness of her breasts against his chest and smelled the intoxicating sandalwood scent of her hair. Nora straightened back up, and John paused, looking up at the three deathly beautiful amazonian witches. He suddenly thought of Harper being that big, with her dark auburn hair lusciously flowing down her huge, powerful back. His balls jumped a little, and his countenance creased in confusion. All of this was so much…just so, so much. He would have to talk to Harper about it. But somewhere in the back of his mind, he already knew what he was going to do.