Sizeplay Productions - Skeptics Beware 2 Featuring Sorceress Morgana & Mistress Selene

Sizeplay Productions - Skeptics Beware 2 Featuring Sorceress Morgana & Mistress Selene

Sorceress Morgana and Mistress Selene sat in their occult chamber, sipping on steaming potions while discussing their latest target. They were both tall and intimidating figures, dressed in flowing robes, their eyes hooded with mystery. Their hair was tangled and wild, influenced by arcane energies that surrounded them.

"So," Mistress Selene began, her voice echoing around the room, "he doesn't believe in magic, does he?" She scoffed and waved a hand dismissively.

"Oh, he'll believe soon enough," Morgana replied with a chuckle. She leaned forward, her breasts straining against the fabric of her robe. "We'll show him the power of spellcraft."

With a nod, they set about preparing their ritual. A large concoction bubbled away in an iron cauldron, releasing an acrid, sulfuric smell. In the corner of the room, candles flickered and glowed. It seemed like the very air itself shimmered with arcane energy.

Their target was brought before them, bound and gagged. He struggled against his restraints, but it was futile. Each woman was more than a match for him. Morgana bent over him, her breasts dangling tantalizingly close to his face. He could see her protruding nipples, already hardened from anticipation.

"Soon, my pet," she purred, her voice low and husky. "Your doubts will be washed away in a sea of size-changing magic."

Selene circled around him, her footsteps echoing on the cold stone floor. She was towering over him, her body looming large like a mountain. She placed a hand on her hip and addressed him with a sneer.

"You're going to feel so small," she whispered. "You'll be at our mercy, waiting for us to crush you like a bug."

The ritual began. Morgana passed a hand above his head, and slowly, incrementally, he began to shrink. He watched in horror as his limbs shrank, his clothing wrapped around him like a petrified corpse. His eyes widened as he shrank down to breast level. Morgana leaned in, her cleavage gaping open before him, revealing her warm, supple flesh.

"Are you still a skeptic?" she asked with a chuckle.

The next stage was even more terrifying. He shrank down to ass level, staring up at the massive cheeks of these two powerful witches. Selene stepped down from her high heels, dwarfing him with each stomping footstep. Her toes wiggled playfully above his tiny form.

"Now you truly see our size," she said, her voice resonating through the chamber.

Finally, he shrank down to foot level. It was a mere two inches above the stone floor. The women towered over him, their towering frames cast in stark relief against the dimly lit walls. Morgana bent down, her face hovering just above his. She blew gently, sending ripples of air across his body.

"That's enough for now," she declared. "We'll let him swim in his newfound world for a while."

The women stepped away, leaving him alone to scurry about the floor. He dodged their massive heels and found himself drawn to their ever-present scent: earthy and musky, with undertones of magic. It was intoxicating and repulsive all at once.

As he scurried about, he realized they were approaching. He tried to hide, to avoid their gaze, but it was no use. They knelt down, their eyes boring into his very soul. He could feel their warmth enveloping him, drawing him in.

"You amuse us," Selene whispered, leaning in close. "Your tiny form, your pathetic attempts to evade us. It's delicious."

Morgana chuckled, her voice deep and resonant. "Don't worry, my pet. You'll be alright."

Their hands reached down, scooping him up into their palms. He could feel the warmth of their flesh, the roughness of their skin against his tiny body. They climbed back onto the dais, where they reclined, their massive bodies stretched out before him.

"Now, then," Morgana began. "Who wants to worship these massive curves?" She lifted her hand, offering him a view of her voluptuous frame.

Reluctantly, he pressed his lips against her soft, warm skin. He could feel the rumble of her laughter deep within her chest. She smacked her hand down on the floor, sending shockwaves through the chamber.

"That's it," Selene purred. "Show us how much you adore our bodies."

With a smile, Morgana pressed her hand against the floor, sending shudders through the ground. The room was rocking back and forth, setting his tiny body off-balance. He clung to Morgana's flesh, his only anchor in this tumultuous world.

"Enough playtime," Selene declared. "It's time to crush him."

She leaned down, lowering her face towards his tiny form. He could see the whites of her eyes, the glint of her teeth. He closed his eyes, waiting for the pain to come. Instead, he felt a warm rush of air. When he opened his eyes again, he was perched on the tip of Selene's nose, staring out at the world from a new perspective.

"We've decided," Morgana announced. "You've made a fine snack."

She laughed, her belly jiggling with mirth. Selene nodded in agreement, her lips curling into a wicked grin. With a powerful breath, they blew him off the table, sending him flying across the room. He landed in a flutter of motion, tumbling end over end.

"Was that too much?" Mistress Selene asked, chuckling. "Or not enough?"

"I think we found the perfect balance," Morgana replied. "I think it's time to put our new toy away."

They walked over to a small potion bottle on the table. Selene picked it up, uncorking the top and shaking it gently. A bright, blinding light erupted from the bottle, bathing the chamber in a warm, golden glow.

"There you go, little one," Morgana cooed. "Your new home."

With that, they dropped him into the bottle, sealing it shut with a final cork. The world around him disappeared, replaced by the soft glow of the potion. He sat there, slowly coming to terms with his new reality. He was no longer a doubter, no longer a skeptic. He was now a believer in the power of magic, and the promise it held.