Archive of Our Own

"Oh, no, is this a sequel?"

"Relax, Speck. It's fine. We'll take care of you."

"Yeah. Yeah, that's what I'm worried about."

"What, you don't trust me? You don't trust good ol' Razzle diBazzle?"

"...your last name is what?"

Metamorphosis!

Speck slept for a long, long time. The thrall of Razzle's magic was like a warm weighted blanket, and it wasn't as if Josie could hear them anyway. Razzle's thigh was a cocoon, and as they drifted in and out of consciousness, their body and soul changed. Life as a human faded into a haze.

When they woke up, yawning and stretching their fully unfurled wings, their morning wood stretched their dainty little fairy panties until they nearly ripped.

"WAAAAAH!" Speck shrieked. They were wearing a delicate powder blue gown now that seemed cut to the precise length to make a point that it wasn't covering a fairy's crotch. They tugged at the skirt, but it only seemed to bounce back higher, so they pulled their bare legs to their chest–which made them finally notice the much more massive, much softer thigh below them.

"Oh, relax," Razzle boomed, chuckling as she flattened Speck's legs against hers with a fingertip bigger than Speck's entire body. "You don't have anything I don't decide to have sometimes."

Then she gently rubbed their crotch, cotton-delicate, with a nail longer than their whole body, as if to remind them that she didn't need to be cotton-delicate.

"Mine's a little bigger, though. Wanna see?"

Speck squeaked and turned bright red. They kicked Razzle's finger away, which naturally required Razzle's full cooperation, and flitted to their feet, thinking nothing about how natural it felt to use their wings. Out spat a sputter of curses and squeaks that even Speck recognized were inaudible.

"Okay, okay, settle down, girldot, I can help," Razzle chuckled, and she lifted their chin up to look at her face (a billboard, a jumbotron, a…). She put her index finger at the base of her throat and raised her eyebrows.

Speck pouted with a frustrated teeny-tiny little eep, barely even a sound at all. They weren't going any further without following along–Razzle was bigger and much more powerful–so they sighed and pointedly mimicked the pose. Index finger at the base of the throat.

"Good!" she laughed. "Now gently shake your wings and do three quick downward swipes, like you're brushing away a fly."

A fly… Speck knew, of course, that a fly was much bigger than them now, that they'd never brush away a fly again, or a little speck of dust, or a droplet of water. The physics of the universe meant that matter coalesced at a size too big for Speck to handle, and previous minor irritants were now going to be obstacles for the rest of their itty-bitty teeny-tiny life–

"Okay, Stella, chill," Razzle growled. "Let the speck learn."

With the threat of ominous narration passed, Speck's wings seemed to move on their own, scattering a little white shower of sparkles. They brushed downward, trying to move naturally and not with perfect precision, and a tingling warmth rose from their lungs, through their throat–and out of their mouth in a loud, squeaky burp.

"Good job, girldot; you just cast your first spell," Razzle said, gently rustling their curly hair and nearly snapping their neck. "Now let's hear those little words for real this time."

Speck huffed. They were still bright red, but their anger had given way to basic frustration now. "Girldot?" they asked, and their voice rose far higher in the air than seemed possible.

"Oh yeah, you told me that one," she said. "Drowsy little fairy-things metamorphosing can be chattier than you'd expect. I asked your gender, and that's what you told me."

Speck breathed out. They didn't even realize they'd been holding their breath. "Not… not a girl though," they asserted confidently.

"Nope," Razzle said. "Jo's been calling you girly, but she's–"

"She's been doing that for years, I like it, it's fine," Speck interrupted. "Girldot. They/them. Not a girl. Some… some other third thing."

"Good!" Razzle said, leaning her head up. "Hey, Jo! Guess who's up?"

"Ooooh, is it my itty bitty girly?" Josie shouted–she was in the other room, and she was ecstatic.

"Razzle," Speck squeaked. They realized they had barely taken in their surroundings, and the ceiling seemed… distant. Towering cliff walls of familiar dark wood rose beside them. The pieces were drifting together in their mind, but they needed to hear it out loud. "Where are we in the apartment exactly?"

And Razzle grinned back–the big-toothed smile of a bully in her element. A menace. A nasty little gremlin whose power and clout had grown significantly as Speck had dwindled smaller than most bugs. "Oh, just where I told her I'd bring you when you decided to wake up," she said. The thunder of the bedroom door closing rumbled through the air. "Kitchen floor. Under the island."

Back when Speck had been a person, footsteps had always rattled the floor a little in their apartment; they had to tread lightly at night so as not to wake up the downstairs neighbors. At the size of an itty-bitty girldot, Speck shook with every single step. They tried to take off into the air, to hover, but Razzle was pinching their foot lightly, keeping them down as the shadow fell across the floor.

Even back at person size, Josie–at a mere five-eleven–had been a full head taller than Speck. When they went on dates, she liked to wear high black wedges that left her towering over nearly every person they encountered. She had always worn huge so comfortably, with such effortless power that Speck was honestly surprised she hadn't found a way to make her lover a dot sooner.

This was different. She wasn't in her wedges; she was barefoot, wearing baggy sweatpants that hung around her ankles and a sports bra that left her abs and arms bare. She lingered at her approach long enough to let her feet linger near Razzle–toes as big as the fairy's head and therefore much, much bigger than her tiny little girldot. Speck could hear the peel of the thin layer of moisture on her soles as she lifted from the linoleum floor, hoisting herself up onto the stool overhead. Her feet tilted upright, toes curling around a metal support bar, while she leaned down against her legs and stared.

Straight down. She was not trying to come in close; she was looming atop the stool like a god. Josie had been awestruck and confused the last time they'd seen each other. This time, she was smiling, eyes half-open.

"Razzle tells me you're a speck forever now," she said. "Did you learn how to use your big voice yet?"

Speck cleared their throat. "Y-Yes," they squeaked–and their voice instantly broke. Josie was not merely a giant; she was a mountain. She chuckled coolly at the squeak of their voice, leaning a little closer towards their knees.

"Good job," Josie said. "There's hardly anything left of you, my little Speck, and I need you to help me keep you safe."

"They'll be very safe," Razzle said. They had let Speck's foot go, now that it was clear that the little thing was content to stare up in proper awe at their immense girlfriend. "Now that they're basically 50% my magic by volume, I have a lot of control over that."

"Right, just a little glimmer of pixie dust," Josie said. She was speaking quickly despite clearly trying to look huge and imposing, a step away from giddy. "In that case, let's move on to the next thing. We should make this couple a throuple."

"Naturally," Speck agreed. It wasn't as if it was far from the state of things; Speck knew the two women still fooled around, and back when they had been a person, Speck had let Razzle mess around in their underwear… even if that was all it had been. The little troublemaker was very skilled at edging, at leaving them a whimpering pent-up mess for Josie to come home and deal with, begging for release.

"Huh," Razzle said, smiling up at the narration. "Gotta figure out a new way to do that. Anyway, yeah, obviously, you two dorks are so sweet, so yeah, girlfriends and girldotfriends all around."

Speck nodded dreamily. That was, apparently, all it took. "Do we… do we kiss or something?" they asked.

"Or something, yeah," Razzle answered, and her finger was at Speck's back, pushing them up her thigh, under her short dress… and against her labia, which was wider than they were tall and nearly their height when on all fours. She pulled back her skirt, baring her crotch to the morning light. "Right on the lips, girly, let's go."

Speck's face turned hot; they were beginning to shake. They looked up at Josie, waiting for her to intervene, but she was smiling, gazing down the length of her body, eyebrows raised expectantly.

So Speck puckered up and kissed, longer than a peck but not so long that it seemed rude. Razzle laughed. Speck tasted cinnamon.

"Awwwww, I'm so glad you two are getting along now that you're a speck forever!" Josie cooed. "C'mon, I've got some extracurriculars planned. We'll need subheadings."

Speck blinked. "Subheadings?"

Wardrobe Check!

"First things first: socks. Nope, nope, nope, fairies don't wear socks, and they're all too big anyway!"

As Speck lay on their stomach on the bedside table, Razzle's heavy thigh pinning them down, Josie was giddy as she drew pair after pair of Speck's old socks from their drawers. She'd unfolded some of their old moving boxes and was loading up every sock; on the side, in black marker, Razzle had scribbled a label that loomed over Speck's helpless, puny body.

FOR DONATION!!!
(specks don't need people clothes)

"You could just… throw them all out," Speck grumbled. They made a show of pushing up their little shoulders and trying to lift Razzle's fat thigh–which was at least five times their height–but it was mostly because Razzle giggled when they did it.

"We just wanted to give you the chance to say goodbye to all the stuff you won't need anymore," Josie said–her voice with the lilt of a song. She hadn't been this giddy for a long, long time. "Briefs, ugh, I don't even know why you ever wore these, babe."

"Chuck 'em in the trash," Razzle snickered. "Nobody wants some little girldot's used tighty-whiteys."

Into the trash, one after the other, went Speck's old underwear, worn and thin and not at all missed, except for how massive they were now that Speck was living up to their name (again, for the rest of their tiny little life). But Josie paused, looking down over the length of her immense body before producing a few handfuls of frilly powder blue boyshorts, smirking and raising her eyebrows. Speck, of course, was bright red.

"I dunno, Razz, can you shrink these?" Josie asked. "Or get them something like these? My little Speck does still have a very cute little butt, after all."

"I-I barely have a butt," Speck cried. "I barely had a butt when I was big! You used to call me pancake butt!"

"It's a cute pancake butt!" Josie laughed. "But if you're feeling kinda insecure about–"

"Bigger butt," Razzle commanded, and underneath her huge weight Speck felt their butt bwoomph outward, bouncing against her fat thigh. Even Razzle herself twitched a bit, biting her lip, trying not to show just how cute it felt pressed into her–

"Okay, can it, Stella, fuck's sake," Razzle interrupted, and the narrator did as she told because narrators are much lower on the pecking order than fairies.

Speck's tiny little hands slid under Razzle's thigh, feeling their newly fattened butt, soft and just a bit jiggly at the touch, not firm like Josie's was after years of squats. "It feels… it feels nice," Speck giggled. "B-But now my little fairy panties don't fit anymore?"

"Oh noooooooo, not that," Razzle teased. "God, you mean I'll have to see your new cute dot-sized tush bouncing out of your panties all the time?"

"You mean it's gonna get even worse when all of this inevitably turns you on and you've gotta deal with all that extra tugging up front, too?" Josie laughed, carefully folding the frilly panties and setting them aside. "Oh noooooooo, that's gonna be sooooo rough for you, especially if it's happening right now!"

It was, of course, happening right now, whether Speck wanted it to or not. They grimaced and groaned, trying to adjust their itty bitty underwear but failing completely. "C-Can I at least roll over!?" they whined. "You've got me laying on my front a-and it's not exactly comfortable!"

And Razzle shifted her thigh just slightly, shoving Speck's insignificant girldot of a body until they were on their back, staring up at a mountain of thigh and an entire sky of Josie in a sports bra with her bare arms and chiseled abs. It did not make the problem go away, but it did make the problem more comfortable.

"Look on the bright side," Josie said as she placed a button-up blue dress shirt in the box–and then pulled a crumpled up tie from the dresser. "You'll never have to wear this shit again."

Flopping their arms to their side, Speck chuckled, closing their eyes and sighing. "Yeah," they said. "It's… it's pretty amazing, actually."

"Pretty amazing," Razzle agreed. "Let's make it worse."

Speck's tiny eyes blinked open. "Make it worse how."

Feeding Arrangements!

Josie had stopped sitting down while eating ever since her toyfriend dwindled to their proper ludicrously small size. She paced around the kitchen instead, idly munching on honey granola with berries, not being careful about dropping crumbs.

Speck was, of course, at her feet, fluttering away from every footstep, where a good girldot belongs. Every single movement of Josie's leg, every sway of her sweatpants, sent the puny Speck tumbling and flipping, losing their balance before catching it again. Every step, somehow, was a near-miss.

"You know granola is hard for me to chew!" they cried, barely diving to avoid Josie's tiniest toe. "Come on, hon, what about a sandwich?"

"Don't want a sandwich," Josie answered, accidentally spitting a little crumb of bran that went soaring past Speck's head and landed with a splat. "That one's softened up, eat that."

Speck eyed the crumb, slick with her saliva,which wasn't a total dealbreaker at least; it just made them shiver to be so, so far beneath their godlike partner that they were reduced to eating small fractions of the crumbs she spat out.

"Yeah, that's what bugs do," Razzle said, perched on the island countertop a mile in the air. "You're a bug now, Bug."

"That's n-not my name!" Bug shouted back, lying of course, ignoring how familiar it was. "I… I have another name!" Lying. "I-I'm not a b-bug!" Lying again.

"Awwww, don't be sad, itty bitty buggy bug!" Josie laughed, not even granting her nearly microscopic toyfriend the dignity of capital letters. "I love you sooooo much, even though you're actually too small to be a bug! Here, here." She plucked a blueberry from her bowl, wiggling it overhead. "I know this bug likes a berry. Why don't you do a trick and I'll let you have it."

A trick. Somehow, in the back of their itty bitty bug brain, the bug knew exactly what Josie wanted. They stared into the sky, up at Razzle, who was leaning over her legs, smirking all the way down to the floor.

"I think the bug should shrink a little, like a good little girldot," Razzle cooed. "Not much, and not forever. Just half your size, bug."

The bug shivered. They were already so, so tiny (forever, as if they needed reminded), loomed over by their huge girlfriends, their old apartment, their furniture, any crumbs that fell on the floor, any animal larger than a flea, and the edges of most coins. Josie was already the size of a mountain (a mile and a half tall, as if they needed reminded), and half their size would double that incomprehensible hugeness. And then there was Razzle, still waiting with her eyebrows raised. At any moment, the fairy (whose power over the bug had increased incredibly since they became a bug forever) could decide to make them even smaller, and the half size would become their new forever height.

"Yeah, c'mon, girly, just because you're a girldot doesn't mean you're not still adorable and shrinkable!" Josie shouted. "I bet you can even do it with your own magic now! Don't you wanna become even teenier?"

The magic, of course, appeared instantly in the bug's mind; they were so ridiculously shrinkable that they didn't even need taught how to get smaller. Instinct was pulling them downward, even as they gritted their teeth, eyeing the spit-soaked crumb again.

But Josie snapped her fingers, and their eyes turned back upwards to see her huge, affectionate eyes. "Don't you wanna see me become even bigger?"

The bug tensed all over, their body shaking, their tiny cute frilly powder blue boyshorts straining to contain their erection. "Fuck!" they squeaked, feeling their body turn warm as their shrinkability factor spiked, as they bounced down to an even punier, even weaker size.

And Josie was bigger than ever--so huge that her previous height would now only reach her ankle.

"...f-fuck!" the bug squeaked again in an even higher, tinier voice. They had miscalculated their shrinkability factor, had lost control at the thought of Josie's immense body. Or maybe Razzle had shrunk them again.

"Nope," Razzle corrected.

Or maybe the poor little bug was in their own head so much that they couldn't control magic they had only learned seconds before.

"Bingo," Razzle said, and they fluttered down from the counter, descending from on high to the insignificant microbe that their bug had become. The bug cowered, shivering at their colossal owners; Razzle herself was as massive to them as Josie had been seconds before.

"Wow, it's a really good thing we've got that descriptive narration going on," Josie boomed, "because I cannot see our cute little bug anymore." She idly tapped her toe on the ground, knowing that Stella would accurate describe the way every motion of her toe made her precious adorable invisible little bug tumble on their own wings, a gust of compressed air that would send them flipping in the air, before they finally decided to light on the ground and shiver and tremble like a good little fairydot.

Then the ground shook again, as Razzle landed, squatting down over them. The bug looked up at the floor, taking in her immense size, looking straight up her skirt because they had put it there for a reason. Her thighs felt even fatter, her bush even more dense, than when the bug had been much, much smaller before.

"Okay, they're fine, Jo," Razzle shouted up into the sky, at the looming god who controlled the bug's entire world. "Might be a little too puny to even break the skin of a blueberry. Maybe help 'em out?"

"Oooooh, good idea!" Josie shouted, and she carefully laid the blueberry on the ground. Her colossal body was simply too much for the bug to take in, but they watched anyway. Their hand was a mountain now; their body was bigger than anything the bug had ever seen before. How does a bug even contemplate something so huge that clouds wouldn't clear her knees, something that moved so quickly, something that carefully placed a blueberry as tall and wide as a city park to loom over her toyfriend? She was unfathomable. She was so, so beautiful, and the bug was almost shaking. They were so turned on, but they were so, so hungry.

Then her big toe settled atop the berry, looking down on her bug like a god. She pressed as slowly as she could, as fissures began to appear in the berry's skin, as her impossible, incredible weight–168 pounds–sent spurts of juice bigger than the bug's whole body flying through the air. They fell to their knees as they watched it buckle, then give way, a splatter of purple against the dark brown of her toe, dripping into pools on the ground below.

"There!" Josie shouted–and she moved her toe back from the blueberry, but she didn't lift it from the ground. If anything, she pressed it tighter against the ground, her skin becoming more flush, more and more of the blueberry juice seeping off of her.

The bug, of course, didn't hesitate for even a moment. Josie was being so still, so careful, even if perfect stillness was impossible given the difference between the two. They flitted over to her toe, sheltering under the cliff face of her toenail, as they lapped at the juice like a pet. It tasted, just slightly, like her skin, like the way her neck felt when they had embraced at night when the bug was still a person.

"Huh," Razzle chuckled. "Feels like we should say something like, you know, 'make sure you clean every bit of that off of her toe, bug,' but that seems… I dunno, impossible?"

"Oh yeah, for sure," Josie said, "like if this were a fetish story or something, I'd definitely tell my itty bitty bug to do that. I'd probably end a lot more sentences in tildes, too."

The bug, stuffing their messy little cheeks with a faceful of sweet blueberry meat, knew full well that they were in a fetish story–and they suspected Razzle did as well, based on the way she had kept above her toy, hands on her hips, waiting for them to finish their meal before they were abruptly shifted to a different scene.

Meet the Fair Folk!

"I-I don't see why I need to do that!" Speck cried–and then smiled. "Hey, you gave me my name back, thanks!"

"And all of your size," Razzle said, "which means you're heavier than you were. Hold still."

Speck, of course, hardly weighed anything at all, being about the size of Razzle's fingerprint. They were tucked away in a little pouch at Razzle's belt, a frilly little yellow thing that Razzle had previously called the "cute compartment." Until recently, the name hadn't made much sense, other than that it was cute and looked cute just on the edge of her wide hip. Now, with her Speck hanging on to the edge as she flew above town, it made sense.

"Okay, but I… don't think I really weigh anything?" Speck ventured. The wind from their huge, four-inch owner's travel was whipping through their teeny little hairs. "I know we're pretty high up, but I think if I fell, I wouldn't even get hurt."

"But you'd get lost," Razzle said, and she cupped her pale green hand over the cute compartment, pressing down on her Speck with her thumb to keep them safe. "Silly little Speck, you're too tiny to have opinions. Settle down and trust me."

She had a point, of course.

"What? No, she didn't," Speck rudely interrupted.

Yes, she did.

"When Razzle corrected you, you stopped!"

Razzle was big enough to have opinions, of course, and the eensy little speck--having just lost capital letter privileges for the next bit for being rude--knew it. So they folded their tiny weak little arms across their chest and plopped their cute butt down, pouting.

"I-I still don't see why I need to meet other fairies," the speck grumbled. "It's not like I'm a real fairy or anything."

"You're not a real person," Razzle corrected, gently prodding at her speck with a fingertip as big as their body. "You're a pet, and a bug, and a speck, and a girldot, and a toyfriend, but you're definitely all fey, or else your magic wouldn't have worked. There's almost nothing left of you, and all of it is fairy."

"B-But I'm so small!" the speck whined. "They're gonna know right away I'm not a normal fairy, a-and they're probably gonna pick on me for it! You'll keep me safe, right?"

Razzle groaned loudly. Inside of her pouch, the speck could feel her tremble just a little. "Ugh," she said out loud. "Obviously I'll keep you safe. Stop being so precious about it. It's fine. It's just the potions club."

The speck sighed happily, and they threw themselves into Razzle's fingertip with a hug. "W-Wait," they said, releasing suddenly. "What… what does a potions club do exactly?"

Meet the Potions Club!

"The purpose of the potions club is, obviously, the creation, documentation, and rigorous testing of potions. We created the name to eliminate ambiguity; my apologies that we did not account for the truly dot-brained."

Verity Plethoric, leader of the potions club, was like Razzle diBazzle in the sense that they were both fairies, which meant they were both about four inches tall, human-like in appearance except for their pointed skin and strange skin tones (Razzle was green; Verity was a dark violet), and absolutely adamant that some silly little girldot should not, under any circumstances, be taken seriously. She also shared Razzle's predilection for tiny skirts, which made the fact that the potions club was apparently conducted in a spread-legged circle on the floor of her treehouse apartment all the more awkward. The speck was trying not to stare, and every time they looked away, blushing, one of the three fairies would scoot forward, creeping the skirt up their hips a little.

"They seem pretty smart for something so itty-witty-bitty!" added Lumio Auragasm. He was bright blue, bouncing his big chunky thighs up and down in a way that made his skirt creep up as well. "What did you say their name was, Madame Razzle? Sprinkle or something?"

"Yeah, Sprinkle, that's right," Razzle said, nudging Sprinkle with her toe until they fell over onto their butt, which made Lumio squeal with delight and Verity roll her eyes behind her thick coke-bottle lenses. "Isn't that right, Sprinkle?

"Y-Yes, obviously, Sprinkle, that's me," Sprinkle said with a blush, looking down at their bare feet. "That's clearly my name!"

"Exceptional memory," Verity coldly said. "Well chosen, little Sprinkle; perhaps I underestimated your intellect, given your apparent capacity to remember your own name, chosen by you."

Sprinkle looked up at Razzle, cocking their adorable little head to one side. "Chosen by me, right," they said, glaring and grinding their teeth. "Obviously, as a fairy, I chose my own name, right, Razzle diBazzle?"

"Right, so, initiations!" Razzle said, clapping her hands in a way that made her silly little Sprinkle's objections vanish instantly. "As we all know, the rule of potions club is anyone attending potions club for the first time has to test a potion. Verity, you said you had something new, right?"

Pushing her glasses back onto her head, Verity glared back down at the tiny little Sprinkle. "Very, very small for fair folk," she grumbled. "Very pinkish, too. Razzle, dear, you are certain you didn't simply shrink a human as a ritual of humiliation and then dress it up in a fey ensemble?" She drew out the vowels of ensemble, pronouncing it the French way, marinating the word in haughtiness.

"Bitch, please," Razzle chuckled. "They're speaking using the big voice spell, right? You know we can only cast that on ourselves."

With a sigh, Verity reached over her shoulders for a satchel and began rifling through it. "...quite," she said before producing a glass vial, like a glass test tube, with a fairy-sized eyedropper fitted into the top. The yellowish liquid inside churned and swirled, full of tiny sparkles. "Per your request, Razzle, I secured proper dosing equipment. Bear in mind, I have not tested a smaller dose on a smaller subject, but I am confident in the potion's safety, as ever."

"Yeah, don't worry, lil' Sprinkle!" Lumio said with a big grin. "Miss Verity's potions are always very safe. She takes the scientific method totally seriously!"

A potion from a stranger who seemed to think very little of them (they were, to be fair, very little) would've been a terrifying prospect even a few days ago. Sprinkle's eyes wandered the group, from Verity pinching out a drop of potion, to Lumio leaning forward over his hips and bouncing excitedly… to Razzle. Smirking, as usual. Staring down, as usual. Even when Sprinkle had been a person, they had felt like she was always fluttering just slightly overhead, forcing them to look up.

But she did promise to keep them safe. That was clear. That was what motivated Sprinkle to flit off the ground, to float closer to the eyedropper, and to extend their little tongue like a good little test subject. They lapped and lapped at the potion, taking in as much as their tiny little body could take despite the fact that it was ludicrously sour.

"YES!" Lumio cheered, dancing and wiggling his shoulders. "Chug, chug, chug, chug!"

It was going to be fine, of course–Sprinkle was sure of it! Verity was obviously intelligent, obviously well-read, obviously trusted by the other members of the club. Nothing she would do would hurt them if she followed the scientific method closely; any potion that was ready for consumption had to be tested first.

"Excellent," Verity said, pulling back the eyedropper and nodding. "As per the terms of new initiates, please report vividly on any sensations you may–"

"TICKLING!" Sprinkle screamed, shaking in the air, their guts tightening in their stomach. "E-Every… everywhere! Every bit of me! L-Like…" They bit their lip hard, trying desperately to suppress the urge to break out into an embarrassing giggle-fit before the looming eyes of three huge, very attractive fairies in three tiny, very attractive dresses.

"Every bit?" Verity said, and with a loud click she produced a pen and notebook from the ether. "Curious. Are you certain it's every bit of you?"

Sprinkle's will broke, and they spurted out a sudden adorable high-pitched giggle that made Lumio squeal with joy. "O-Okay, not… not everywhere," they squeaked. "J-Just… just where… where clothes…"

"Outstanding," Verity said, carefully scribbling notes on the pad. "Next time, please use that insignificant atom of a brain of yours to properly describe your sensations, per my initial requ–"

"C-CAN I DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!?" Sprinkle screamed, and they collapsed onto the ground, twitching. "I-IT'S… IT FEELS LIKE IT'S EVERYWHERE! I-I JUST… JUST WANNA…"

Oh, no. The sensations were not everywhere; they were on Sprinkle's hips, and along their sides, and across their chubby little butt, and every single speck of their skin that was in contact with their clothes. Their head and feet and legs were fine; their arms only tickled when they nervously tugged at their dress.

They scanned the room, desperate for somewhere to hide. Every single space was behind a fairy, and the three fairies were closer than ever before, all staring–Verity with raised eyebrows, Lumio with rising excitement, Razzle with the smirk as usual. They wanted to jump out of their skin, but they had to deal with the feeling now, before they exploded.

"N-NOBODY LOOK!" Sprinkle shrieked, and as they practically tore their teensy dress from their body, as they tugged their frilly boyshorts down their hips, everybody looked. Everybody, in fact, leaned even closer as the pretty little girldot stripped down to their bare skin before the eyes of two complete strangers. And Razzle. Their owner. Still smirking.

They sighed. The sudden relief of the tickling feeling dissipating to nothing made them lie back on the handkerchief rug on the floor, catching their breath. The cool breeze through the window made them shiver a little, but they were able to think and feel normal again.

Except for the fact that three looming fairies were now bending forward to look over their tiny, naked body.

"Cuuuuuuuuuute," Lumio chuckled. "Pretty little, though. Razz, baby, you're sure that's not just a shrunken down human? How can they even get anything done with that adorable lil' pinprick?"

"AAAAAAAUGH!" Sprinkle screamed, and they threw their arms and hands over their crotch, scooting backwards on the rug as fast as they could. The attention was, somehow, making the problem worse.

"Lumio, please," Razzle chuckled. "Not everyone's packing like you or me when we want to. Sometimes biology is just unkind."

"It's not shrinkage then?" Verity asked–and with the tip of their pen they pulled back Sprinkle's hands, leaning closer to peer at their cute dot-sized boner. "Do they… not realize that fairies can swap genitals? Do they not want to?"

"Y-You can ask me that!" Sprinkle squealed, shoving the pen tip away from them as hard as they could. Razzle had all but told them that fairies could, indeed, swap their genitals, and even though the narration had gifted them the ability to shrink when they didn't know they could, reality was being very unkind to the blushing, squirming Sprinkle just now.

"Mmmm, perhaps reduced size also carries a reduced capacity for spellcraft," Verity muttered, still scribbling away.

"N-NO, YOU LISTEN HERE, RIGHT NOW!" Sprinkle suddenly shouted. "This… this is a line, and it's gonna stop, okay!?"

Verity peered up over their notebook, watching as Sprinkle took flight, not even bothering to cover themself up. Her eyebrow raised curiously.

"I-I don't like this… all these insults about my brains!" Sprinkle stammered. All eyes were on them again, but this time, they didn't care. "It's one thing to put me in a tiny little dress and trot me out in front of a bunch of strangers, but at least… at least be nice about it!"

"All fairies wear a tiny dress," Verity said evenly.

"A-AND IT'S FINE, AND IT'S CUTE, BUT… BUT CAN I HAVE A LITTLE AUTONOMY FOR A SECOND!?"

Verity stared over the notepad for a long few seconds, watching the seething little Sprinkle hovering in front of her. Then, with a sigh, she clicked the pen closed, throwing it and the notepad over her shoulder, where they disappeared. "Too far then," she said quietly. "Perhaps a break?"

Sprinkle's shoulders were still shaking, their chest practically on fire from their screaming fit. "Y… yeah!" they said. "Yeah? A break?"

"There is a basin of rosewater in the far corner," Verity said, gesturing with her shoulder. "It will serve as an antidote for the potion and will take effect within one minute. Privacy for the little one then, fellows?"

"Sure!" Lumio shouted. When Sprinkle glanced at them, they found that his expression hadn't changed at all. "We all need a little break sometimes."

"O-Okay then," Sprinkle sighed. "Thank… thank you, I guess?"

"Basic decency," Verity said. "Lumio, dear, let us sample this new nectar I've acquired. Let Razzle deal with the little one. Whose name, as I recall, was Speck."

"Speck!" Lumio echoed, as the two fairies stood up and made for the other side of the room. "Yeah, I can remember that pretty easily."

Their dignity slightly restored (they were still very small) (they were still very, very naked), Speck floated towards the bottle cap basin in the other corner of the room. Looking over their shoulder, they saw Razzle gathering their clothes into her palm, following just behind. "You want to go home?" she asked. "This might've been too much. We can go home."

Speck sighed, cupping their hands and taking a sip of the clear, sweet-smelling liquid. "I… I thought she was more scientific than that," Speck said.

"Who, Verity?" Razzle chuckled. "Girldot, please. She's really smart, but she's also really, really horny. Fairies are really open about our bodies. You'll get used to it." She held up her palm to Speck, letting them gather their pile of clothes. "We can go if you want, by the way, totally serious."

"I'm good," Speck said. "Maybe I can learn how to make my own potions."

"Cool," Razzle said. "But that'll have to happen offscreen."

"Aw, fu–"

Exercise!

Speck was a titan. Speck was capable of lifting an entire hair, performing squats it never thought possible back when they had been a person, their itty bitty arms no doubt threatening to bulge forth with muscles in a few months. The fact that their cute wings gave them a slight lift was irrelevant; they were going to be so unbelievably strong.

They were at the gym–which is to say that Josie was at the gym, doing dumbbell squats in spandex workout clothes. Speck was in the tiny locket she wore around her neck, the glass window allowing them a view of the outside world of actual people, distorted through the fish-eye lens of glass larger than their apartment building had been in the person days.

They had considered other options for the gym, of course, but Josie's shorts were simultaneously too tight to allow them to ride inside safely and also too porous for someone as insignificant as Speck, someone who had shown a predilection for accidentally shrinking even tinier. The fact that they weren't porous to the naked eye wasn't a concern at all; if there was a hole, no matter how small, Speck was capable of falling through it.

"Good reps today, Josalyn, well done. Great form."

Mindy, Josie's trainer, was too loud; the buffer of glass and metal didn't do a lot to dampen the sound of her voice. Josie rose one final time, and the world around Speck tilted as she stretched and loosened up.

"Thanks, Mindy," Josie said, and she turned to face Mindy, which meant Speck had a view of her narrow brown eyes–she was quite a bit shorter than Josie, even without Josie's wedges. "It's been a bit of a week, you know? Lot of changes. Glad I've still got it."

"Girl, you've always got it," Mindy chuckled, and she patted Josie on the arm. "Hey, where's that stringbean who's always following you around like a kicked puppy? That's your–"

The word seemed to come slowly, like sludge leaking from a pipe, both syllables plopping into Speck's ears–even if Josie cupped the locket in her hands, trying to shield her toyfriend from the incorrect word.

"They're my partner," Josie said flatly. "And yeah, they're kind of a puny little twerp, but–"

"But you're here alone, that's the thing!" Mindy laughed. "Come on, girl, you can tell me how you really feel about all that. You can be honest with–"

"I feel great about all that," Josie said, and she yanked her body away from Mindy's. Josie was so even-tempered, so calm, that hearing her practically spit her syllables made Speck shudder. "God, what is it with people just thinking they can be casually bigoted and have everyone else come along?"

Through Josie's fingers, Speck watched Mindy's smile turn to a scowl. "Well, whatever," she huffed, rolling her eyes. "You wanna get over to the bench and–"

"No, that's okay," Josie interrupted. Her thumb was carefully caressing the locket, fondling it, as if she were running her hand through her Speck's hair. "I'd need somebody to spot me for that, and I'm between personal trainers right now."

Fluttering to the ground, Speck sighed. Mindy was a veteran of the gym, the best personal trainer Josie had ever had, someone who had helped her tone her body exactly the way she'd wanted. There was nobody in the city who knew more about sports medicine. And Josie, at the drop of a hat, had dropped her.

"Your call!" Mindy shouted back. "Don't think that twerp is gonna help you keep that body I helped you build, by the way, but hey, good luck."

Josie's hand was shaking, which meant the locket was shaking in her grasp. She and Speck had known each other since college, had been together for most of that time. Speck had never seen her on the verge of flying off the handle.

The locket lifted into the air and turned, framing as much of her huge face as it could in the glass oval. Her eyes were wet, like she was about to cry. "Sorry," she whispered. "Don't… don't say anything, but I love you so, so, so much, and I'm getting you the fuck away from that bitch."

Speck nodded back, leaning into the locket and sighing as Josie planted a huge kiss on the glass, leaving behind just a trace of moisture.

Sleeping Arrangements!

Speck's belly was full. After a hard week of new tests, new experiments, new boundaries, new body, new… everything, Razzle had used a spell to shrink a spaghetti dinner down to their size. It was definitely a little wasteful to use an entire person-sized meal to feed a speck, but she didn't even raise an objection. Magic came easily to Razzle as a fairy, even if being a fairy hadn't come easy to Speck.

They had stripped down to their panties to lie in bed on Josie's abs, a little mote of dust tucked in the recesses of her huge body. Josie encircled them with her finger, the rise and fall of her stomach helping the little thing drift off.

Razzle, of course, was lying next to Speck, on her back, wearing a cloth nightgown and nothing underneath. As she'd told Speck before, hers was much bigger. "That was fun," she said with a small chuckle. "Good start. Lots of time to figure it out, too, since, like we said–"

"I'm a speck forever," Speck interrupted, sighing.

Razzle, for once wearing a sincere smile, pulled herself close to Josie's finger, and the towering human stopped moving so she could lean against it.

"But… but I don't have to be Speck forever, right?" they asked.

Leaning her head back against Josie's knuckle, Razzle sighed and laughed. "So you caught that at potions club, huh?" she said. "Fairies pick their names. That's true."

"Wait, really?" Josie asked. Her stomach was tightening, sending Speck a little into the air, as if she were trying to keep herself from laughing. "You get to pick your own name, and you picked Razzle diBazzle?"

"Yeah, and I'm hot as fuck for it, you big clumsy pile of muscles and sex," Razzle hissed back. "We all pick it. Lumio's last name is Auragasm for shit's sake. We're fairies. Our very existence is a little cringe, so–"

"I like Girldot."

Razzle lowered her head and stared back down into the abdominal bed where their toyfriend was resting. She, too, was suppressing a chuckle. "What, like as a name? Girldot?"

"D-Dot for short," Dot stammered, a little squeak in their adorable voice. "Dot most of the time, in fact. Gender is a whole conversation that I'm too small to have to engage in. Girldot Emini, just the old last name and a new first name. But… but y'know…"

"Dot," Josie said, and she pushed her finger into the crease in her ab, until Razzle was halfway inside, and until her Dot was against her finger.

"Whatever you say, Dot," Razzle said back, and with her foot she pulled Dot close to her ankle as well.

The tiny little thing trembled, smiling, almost crying. "Dot…" she said.

"Good deal," Razzle answered–and she lifted her skirt one more time, motioning between her legs. "Let's make sure we seal it with a kiss."