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steeldonutsIn a quiet corner of this particular town's red light district exists a small, rather unassuming shop. In contrast to the loud, gaudy signs and lights of the other establishments on the street, the only thing that marks this building is a quaint hanging wooden sign that reads "Consentacles" accompanied by some purple and black tentacles holding bottles of varying liquids. The inside of the shop is just as unassuming, nothing but rows and rows of potions broken up by what look to be toys and the occasional rack of clothing for sale. It's all softly lit with a pleasant smell of incense.
It isn't until one starts to inspect some of the merchandise that the true nature of the shop is revealed: growth potions, shrinking elixirs, draughts for stamina, animal ears, mermaid tails, you name it. Every sort of fetish one might have that could be realized with some magic drink is there, all neatly labeled and organized with a short description of how it works. It may be a sex shop, but the owner has standards.
Speaking of which, the one responsible for the store can be found near the back behind a counter. A tall, shapely woman with a pale complexion and long, messy dark hair, just one pointed hat short of your stereotypical witch. She seems to be busy with brewing a batch of potions, judging by the large, bubbling cauldron and the open bottles on the counter filled with something or other, presumably waiting to be labeled and put on the shelf.
There's a lot of bottles on that counter, though. Probably more than should be there. Oh well.
It isn't until one starts to inspect some of the merchandise that the true nature of the shop is revealed: growth potions, shrinking elixirs, draughts for stamina, animal ears, mermaid tails, you name it. Every sort of fetish one might have that could be realized with some magic drink is there, all neatly labeled and organized with a short description of how it works. It may be a sex shop, but the owner has standards.
Speaking of which, the one responsible for the store can be found near the back behind a counter. A tall, shapely woman with a pale complexion and long, messy dark hair, just one pointed hat short of your stereotypical witch. She seems to be busy with brewing a batch of potions, judging by the large, bubbling cauldron and the open bottles on the counter filled with something or other, presumably waiting to be labeled and put on the shelf.
There's a lot of bottles on that counter, though. Probably more than should be there. Oh well.
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Date: 2018-10-09 08:37 am (UTC)With those labels, though... these couldn't be real? Some of them even make her blush and avert her eyes, just imagining what effects they were supposed to have.
It's while she's avoiding looking at one that she notices the woman at the counter. She certainly looks like someone who'd own a potion shop like this, though Terry is a bit surprised at her height and figure. She's pretty tall herself, but the witchy woman might give her a run for her money. She's definitely curvier, not that Terry minds this...
Anyway, this is all just a scam, right? Potions are fine for people who believe in that stuff, but there's no way Terry's going to just take those labels at their word. She approaches the counter and casually leans on it.
"Hey..." Still curious, she eyes the various open bottles spread around. "So, um, what are these supposed to do?"
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Date: 2018-10-10 02:26 am (UTC)Ooh, and what a cute one she is~. Wren tries to put on a nice smile, but the dark rings around her eyes formed by a combination of eyeshadow and lack of sleep makes it look a little creepier than it maybe should have.
"Ah, the ones on the counter are all different body-altering elixirs. All temporary, of course, but they last long enough to have an evening of fun~" She leans forward on the counter near her visitor, ignoring any sense of personal space. "You name it, I can make it happen. Anything you would be interested in, cutie~?"
already a perfect chance for a misunderstanding~
Date: 2018-10-10 10:09 pm (UTC)"Body-altering, huh?" Yeah, she got that impression from looking at some of the labels on the shelves. Still, she doesn't believe any of this, so she approaches the question with a sense of humor. "Well, I could stand to be a bit... um..." Her eyes drop to Wren's chest and linger for a second before she looks away. "... smaller."
There may have been a hushed "Or a lot." mumbled under her breath. She might not want to be so vague with a witch brewing transformation potions...
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Date: 2018-10-11 01:18 am (UTC)But she doesn't.
"Oh, of course! No need to be shy, such a desire is a rather common interest. That should be..." She searches through the bottles on the counter, trying to remember which one was the potion she had in mind. Eventually, she pulls up a blue liquid in a small vial topped with a cork. "Ah, this one. Size reduction. The more you take, the bigger the effect is. Though, I probably shouldn't say 'bigger', should i?" She chuckles a little at her own joke and presses the potion into her guests' hand.
"You're free to try it, if you wish. Just be careful; the first one always has a kick~"
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Date: 2018-10-11 02:36 am (UTC)Finding herself with the vial pushed into her hand, she regards the witch skeptically. She'd expected to be quoted a price right away, not offered a chance to try it. Of course, it wouldn't work, but then again... what harm would it be to give it a try and prove it?
She uncorks the vial and gives it a little sniff. Doesn't seem dangerous, she thinks. The more you take, the bigger the effect is, huh...?
Raising the vial to her lips, Terry downs the entire contents in one swig. The taste isn't too bad, but she still coughs after finishing. She might have gone a little too fast.
"Man, you weren't kidding!" Terry, she wasn't talking about that kind of a 'kick'. "Hey, how long is it supposed to... take?"
She blinks, realizing Wren looks a little taller than a moment ago. The counter feels higher too. She must have started to slouch, and tries straightening up a bit more.
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Date: 2018-10-11 03:26 am (UTC)"You'll know once you notice it," is all Wren decides to say, leaning on her elbows back over on the counter. This is why she lets people have a taste first- their inevitable surprise is payment enough.
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Date: 2018-10-11 04:23 am (UTC)She turns to Wren, about to make a surprised exclamation about it working, when she sees that the counter is definitely higher this time. And she has to tilt her head back more to look up at the tall woman.
"Wha-?!" She frantically looks down, and back up, and the counter is up to her chin. She feels her formerly tight shorts start to slip down on her hips, and realizes what's happening. Her chest isn't getting any smaller, proportionally, but she is.
Panicked, she looks up to the woman now easily twice her size. It's getting hard to see her over the counter, and Terry has to grab on to the edge and get up on her tiptoes. Right now, she only has one concern.
"Hey! Wh-When does it-..." She yelps and grasps on to the edge of the counter as her shoes slip off, and her feet no longer touch the ground, "... stop?!"
Her shorts are around her ankles now, with her panties starting to slip down to join them. There's not much keeping her top and jacket on, either. Fortunately for her now much smaller head, her hat has already fallen to the floor too.
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Date: 2018-10-12 12:59 am (UTC)"You seem surprised. You did want to get smaller, yes?" Wren reaches over to help the shrinking girl up onto the counter. It wouldn't be nice to just leave her there, tiny and in the middle of a place where people walk. In doing so, however, she more or less pulls Terry into her chest.
"The effects vary from person to person, but with a full bottle, I'd say you'll stop somewhere around six inches to a foot? It's hard to tell. Some people get really tiny, while others don't as much, or shrink unevenly." Her tone of voice makes that last part sound more like a pleasant surprise than a side effect. After all, some people are into that, and she herself is into, well, just about everything.
"I still haven't figured out how to shrink clothes, though. You might want to start wrapping yourself up before everything falls off the counter~"
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Date: 2018-10-14 09:35 am (UTC)She's blushing pretty hard when she finally scoots herself back from being pressed up against Wren's chest. "S-... Six inches?!"
She's so distracted by this reveal, she doesn't think to say that this isn't the kind of smaller she wanted to be. It's all happening so fast!
Belatedly, it registers what the woman said about not being able to shrink clothes. She gasps as she feels what little clothing she still has with her slipping away, making a desperate grab to hold on to at least the bra. But she just barely misses it falling away, leaving her both shrunken and completely naked. Once she's only a few inches tall, she finally seems to stop shrinking.
Well, most of her has shrunk pretty dramatically. Moving her arms to cover herself, she realizes... her chest is actually bigger?! "Eh?!" She checks herself out from various angles, forgetting her modesty long enough to use her hands to run over her body. She's smaller overall, but her curves have actually grown a bit more pronounced.
"H-How long does this last?!" She looks up to Wren and that blush on her cheeks flares up again. Here she is, small enough to be standing on the countertop and looking up at someone who's a giantess from her perspective. The memory of being pressed up against those now-giant breasts doesn't help her be any less flustered over this.
how's this?
Date: 2018-10-10 06:20 am (UTC)She had been cornered and bullied for hours until she agreed to participate with a plan that Ashley and her blond clone cronies had cooked up for her to humiliate herself for their amusement.
All she had to do was go into the sex shop run by the "Creepy witch lady" and steal a couple of her potions. Ashley was convinced they were drugs of some sort because according to her "Magic is just a pathetic lie losers tell themselves to pretend like they have a chance in life."
Leave it to someone who had naturally supermodel level looks to determine that believing in magic was pathetic.
The alternative unfortunately was that Theresa would have to endure more of their bullying tonight and probably all weekend. So if she could just sneak out with one or two bottles...
...but if she was honest she kind of liked the shop now that she was inside. Sure a lot of the items were lewd enough to leave the dark skinned girl blushing furiously, but the idea that there was a real potion brewing witch right here in town?
It made her feel better for all the spells she had attempted to cast at home honestly.
But she had a job to do didn't she? And so she waited until the pale woman was distracted with her brew and tried to sneak a bottle of something or other into her bag...
This works!
Date: 2018-10-10 02:00 pm (UTC)"Hello! Are you looking for something special today, or simply something new?"
She starts to come out from behind the counter, but the aisles are tall enough and she's moving slow enough that there may be enough time to take a potion off the shelf without her notice. Unless, of course, there are other security measures in place; this wouldn't be the first time someone tried to steal from her shop.
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Date: 2018-10-12 12:44 am (UTC)Trying to keep the panic out of her voice as she hastily tries to shove a bottle in her bag while keeping eye contact on the shop keeper. Maybe her tone will just be taken as being nervous? Because she very much is.
"Is there like...a beginners section?"
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Date: 2018-10-12 03:48 am (UTC)"You needn't worry, all my potions are safe, even if you're new. Anything you fancy? I've got several to enhance your figure, or to bring out the wild side..." With her free hand, Wren scans the shelves with a finger, looking for a few interesting examples. "Ah, here's a simple cat ears and tail, a favorite for new patrons. Or, if you're feeling more adventurous, there's the cat anthro, or the full cat. What catches your eye, cutie~?"
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Date: 2018-10-29 09:25 pm (UTC)"Is it like...one and done? Or can you like go back and forth? Do you need to drink a potion each time you want to be a cat? Do you get to pick what kind of cat or is it more like the kind of cat you are on the inside?" suddenly the shy girl was more inquisitive, though the blush remained firmly in place as she felt cornered against the shelves by the taller more experienced woman.