Pennie's Little Sweetie
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A tale suggested by a chat in Diana's Coffee Lounge, names changed to protect
the obvious... and homage to a famous shmoo author...

She frowned as she watched the big galoot saunter around the room. How could
she have wanted that body, she thought. Big, lumpy and hairy, his man's body
just held no interest for her anymore. She thought about Helena, her lover,
about her smooth, sleek rippling body, and for a moment she forgot about her
mission - in fact she nearly got right up and went home to her big, lovely
lover. But the fires of vengeance were hot in her, and she thought about the
little treasure she carried in her purse.

Clint, her ex-boyfirend, high-school first love, had dumped her like a hot
potato when he discovered her desire for women. Far from being aroused like
some guys might have been, he took a harsh, moralistic stance that involved
some very unsavory names for her sexy little self. He took back the keys to
his apartment by physically holding her little wrist and taking them from her
hand, and gave her back her stuff. He had dumped her totally, and she wasn't
going to stand for it!

Sunnydale was a place of unique possibilities, and even a few inquiries had
turned up the name of a shop selling occult artifacts and advice. She hung out
there - in fact she recognized a couple of the women there from gay events in
town - and after a while, she obtained a small talisman, with a big potential.
The Hands of Mar'rcnu gave a her a very limited window on a very powerful
spell, and she was prepared to use it... if not quite sure how.

Pennie was a cute, tiny hardbody that had always been able to get dates. Men
fell over themselves for her, but she was always drawn to women's bodies. She
loved to find a woman big and strong enough to crush Pennie in her arms,
against her thick chest. Pennie had always worked out, and she had hard, perky
little muscles. When she thought about working out with her Helena, how she
felt like such a tiny thing, it put her at risk of spoiling the day's
underwear. She had fallen in love, so she thought, with Clint in High School,
but she had never stopped wanting women, and when she told him the truth some
weeks after graduation, the poo hit the ventilator.

The germ of a plan spinning in her head, she approached Clint at the bar they
had both frequented. He frowned at her as she approached, and said nothing.

"Look Clint, we have to talk," she said. "What do we have to talk about," he
asked, coldly. "Look, I got a phone call from the landlord, and I think we
have to talk about it, "she said, hoping she sounded convincing. "Jesus H," he
maoned. "All right, let's take it out of here, Pennie."

Perfect! She swore dramatically, and stalked toward the door, with him
following. She gave her walk a sway, the tiny, tight dress she was wearing
showing her solid little body well, and stood straight on her high heels,
rising to a full 5'5" in heels as she slammed out the door. The 6'4" Clint
followed her out, muttering under his breath.

She was halfway across the parkinglot when he got out the door, and by the
time he caught up she had stepped behind a dumpster. "What is this?!" he
yelled, as he caught up with her.

He felt her hands grab the back of his arms, and a wave of numb sweetness
flowed through him, paralysing his limbs and fogging his mind. Pennie stared
at the bracelets she wore on each wrist, and felt the big man's will flee him.
She recited the charge she had been taught:

"Hear me Clint. From now for one hour you are mine to command and shape as I
will. Hear and obey, flesh of flesh, for the Hands of Mar'rcnu command it!"
She felt a wave of energy flow from the bracelets - simple bands of copper -
through her hands into Clint, and he stood stock still.

"Good, first let's make sure you aren't recognized." She put a hand on the top
of Clint's head - barely able to reach, and pressed downward. His blurred
senses seemed to tell him that he was shrinking, becoming shorter as she
pressed. Soon he was just a little taller than his 5'2" ex, and then just a
little shorter. "Good, no-one will see big, tall Clint leaving with his little
lesbian now. Come with me, little Clint."

If anyone had paid attention, they would have seen the odd sight of a small
person dragging chothes much to big for them across the tarmac to a small
sport sedan. The chick with the strange person seemed normal, and helped them
along... maybe just drunks. She commanded the docile Clint to get into the
car, and fasten his safety belt, and she got in herself. In a minute they were
away from the bar, heading to her apartment some minutes away.

Pennie reached over and touched Clint's head, letting his senses and thought
come clear. He found himself sitting in a big car, dressed in huge clothes,
with his lesbian ex-girlfriend sitting next to him, bigger than he seemed to
be. "God, damnit..." he choked out, followed by other inarticulate sounds in a
voice higher and reedier than his own.

"Hi Clint, remember me," Pennie asked harshly, "you'll remember me now,
because your little ass is mine!"

"What's going on, how did you get so big? Where are we?"

"Those are heads-up questions, Clint," she chuckled, amused at his reaction.
He was as obnoxious as ever. "For one hour, your ass is mine, and you won't
ever be the same, baby... You'll remember your hot little Pennie, Clint, and
remember how you treated me." She reached over and gripped his small arm,
though it was still pretty solid. "And I'm not any bigger, idiot - you're
shrunken, just little toy Clint now."

"Bullshit!" he exclaimed, and waved his hands in the air, flopping the empty
sleeves of his big shirt.

"oh yeah," she said, "Whose shirt is that, then, genius? Whose big pants...
why don't you get your wallet?"

He reached around, and pulled out his wallet, which felt huge to his little
hands.

"See Clint, I've got you - you can't escape me, though in an hour or so I'll
probably let you go... whatever's left of you..."

With that, they arrived at Pennie's beach house, secluded in a little bit of
woods by the lake. "If you think I'm going in there with you, you're crazy!"
the little man tried to bellow.

"You know, Clint, I may be crazy, but you'll definitely come in." She reached
over to touch him, and he felt the wave of sweet haze fall over his mind again
- he could see only how lovely the woman who commanded him was. She pulled up
to the garage, and opened the door, drove in, and commanded Clint to get out
of his clothes. He fumbled in the car, and, at her command, stepped out naked
onto the cement floor. She smiled in wonder at his miniature male form, and
commanded him to follow her into the house. Upstairs in her bedroom, she
looked him over - her watch said she had 40 minutes of the spell left to her.

Clint was a miniature version of his usual self, he stood maybe 4'11", but his
body was muscular and hairy. His dick had shrunk in proportion, and she smiled
at the little 3 inch member that hung between his little legs. She had to
admit that she had had some good times with that body - Clint had helped teach
her that she wanted a big, strong lover. Now she touched his forehead and
awakened him, then slapped him hard across his little face. "You little shit -
how do you like this, little Clint..." She stood over him, taller by three
inches, but he hit her back solidly, the muscles in his little arms still
hard.

"That's enough of that!" she said angrily, and grabbed his biceps in her two
hands. He went slack in her arms, but she left his mind unclouded. She laid
him down on the bed, and started to run her hands over his body, as the Hands
bracelets began to shine. "Look at this, Clint... I squeeze your little arm,
and your big muscles just disappear..." She pressed his ribs together, and his
chest narrowed, and, as she moved toward his legs and ass, she had a lovely
idea. "You're putty in my hands, asshole... lets see how good a job I can do
at this..."

She softened and shaped his legs nicely, and put plenty of firm round flesh in
his little ass. Squeezing his waist tiny, she sculpted his chest with her
imagination and hands, making a full, pouting c-cup bosom. His arms and
shoulders she made just firm enough to be shapely, nothing like her own solid
little guns. She brushed the hair from his body and smoothed his skin to silk,
then kissed his lips until they had the feminine softness and form that made
her wet. Brushing the hair from his face, she petted his eyelashes pretty, and
ran her hands over his hair, making his brown hair long and lustrous, pulling
it out to waist-length. (Hell, she can always cut it.)

Pennie looked down at the new form of her old lover, and stared at his little
dick - should she make it huge?...

Nah...

With fifteen minutes left on the clock of her spell, she lay down next to her
pretty creation and kissed it, as she took its cock in her hand, the bracelet
on her wrist shining purple and white with power. His cock hardened instantly,
and she made him come hard. As his cock shrank, she worked his crotch,
imagining and shaping, pressing his member down, compressing it's size,
leaving it's nerve-endings, into a big, sensitive clitoris, and opening him
up, deepening a moist, pretty pussy.

"There, now little Clint is all gone" she said, a light burning in her eyes as
the talismans on her wrists glowed and hummed. She released the hold on the
body's movements, and Clint immediately took a swing at her, striking her
across the mouth.

"Asshole!" She growled. With a minute of the spell left, she put her hand on
the new woman's head and pressed, the charming body shrank until 'she' stood
about 4'6". With a final effort of will, Pennie printed ideas based on her own
lusts and desires into the little head of her magical working. Then the spell
departed, and both she, and her victim, fell unconscious.

Pennie awoke long before her victim. She decided to tie 'her' up, to prevent
any further attacks, and so when 'Clint' awoke, he found himself tied to a
big, soft bed by long, hard-knotted cords. His mind whirled, but somehow, he
felt right in his flesh, just as 'he' had always done. He ran his little hands
over his soft, naked body, and felt his pussy get wet, just as he found he
expected... He remembered his big male body, his big cock, and his life, and
with a wash of unfamiliar yet recognized emotion he burst into tears.

Pennie smiled in delight as her revenge played out before her. The girl's
little face still resembled Clint's - pretty - lovely really - where he had
been handsome. She had his olive skin and brown hair, and Pennie decided that
she had done a very nice job on her body. She was totally pocket-sized too,
and Pennie felt confident as she climbed onto the bed with the sobbing little
woman. Clint instantly threw himself at his ex-lover, his fists aiming for her
face. Pennie caught the little fists easily, and she was amazed how simple it
was to control the little body's arms. She spun ... Clint... around and
held... her... tight, 8 inches shorter and much softer than Pennie's hard 5'2"
frame. She just held her, the little victim's struggles amounting to nothing,
then with a twist Pennie threw the former male down onto the bed, and planted
a foot on the littleribs, between the naked breasts.

Clint's rage boiled, as he looked up at the powerful form towering over him,
holding his tiny body helpless. But he also felt his new pussy tingle, and he
felt so tiny and vulnerable as the bigger woman held him fast. Pennie threw
him down onto the bed, and he stared up at her frowning, his heart pounding.

Pennie met the hot gaze of the little woman, and felt something turn loose
inside her. In a moment she had stripped off her little dress, and then ripped
her sports-bra from her small, high bosom. "Remember these, Clint?" she said,
flexing her solid chest behind soft breasts. She knelt, and took the little
girl's neck in her hand, slender and soft, and pulled her perfect lips to her
hard nipple.

Clint did remember her breasts, but now they were so big, and her body felt
hard and thick to his soft fingers. Pennie's strong arm pulled him to her
chest, and his lips opened naturally for her, taking her nipple into his
mouth. His anger seemed to dissolve as feelings of warmth and pleasure flowed
through his new flesh. He tried to put his arms around Pennie, but they were
restrained by the long silk cords holding him on the bed - he was at the end
of his tether, literally. Pennie laughed at his efforts, and pulled her chest
back leaving the girl's pretty lips puckered in the air.

"Come one, little Clintie, those cords are just knotted. Just untie them."
Pennie mocked, and gave the little woman a shove, sending her falling backward
onto the bed. Clint swore like a sailor, sounding cute with his sweet little
voice, and tore at the knots that Pennie had tied. He tried to undo the knots,
but they seemed so solid and tough, his fingers couldn't get them to move at
all. "God Damn it," he swore again, and again, felt his emotions rise and he
started to weep again.

Pennie was delighted. "Oh, you're so little and weak, aren't you, Clint - your
tiny fingers can't get through the knots my big, strong hands tied." Pennie
advanced on the tiny figure, and took her arms in her hands. Pennie's hands
went almost all the way around the little arms, and she squeezed hard,
crushing the soft flesh. "Remember your big arms, Clint, how thick and hard
they were? Remember holding me down on the bed, and feeding me your cock?"
Pennie forced the girl down onto the bed, as she struggled and swore. It was
no problem to control her, to push her wrists above her head, and kiss the
tears from her silky face. "Here's something for you to suck on, as you used
to say," she crowed, and pulled aside the cotton of her panties aside to shove
her pussy down onto the girl's big red lips.

Clint was overwhelmed by the relatively big woman's strength. Her hands felt
like leather straps holding his arms, and his muscles felt like water. When
she gripped his biceps he flexed as hard as he could, and tried to tear
himself away, but his arms stayed soft and were squished in Pennie's hard
fingers. Then he saw her lovely pussy descending on his face, and his mouth
again opened reflexively, and latched on to her sweet, wet clit. He heard her
say "You were actually pretty good at this, Clint, so get busy."

Clint did as he was told, and felt his own pussy flow wet, his nipples harden.
As he worked, Pennie released his wrists, and he ran his hands up over his
ex's body. Her thighs were so big, solid and thick with hard muscle, her waist
was tiny and firm, but he couldn't reach her tits with his short arms. Pennie
began to come and she crushed her pussy down onto those pretty lips, wiping
her juice all over the face of the little doll-girl. She moaned and rocked on
Clint's face for a couple more minutes, as she settled down. Then she raised
off her, on her knees above the smaller woman's face. Clint's new, feminine
face looked so sexy, so wet and soft, as her little pink tongue liked Pennie's
juices from soft red lips. The little woman's hands drifted to her own
nipples, then down toward her belly, but the cords stopped her from reaching
far enough to touch herself.

Pennie flopped down on her, kissing her pretty face. "Is there something you
would like, little Clintie?" She ran her hands over the body of the little
woman, and cupped her full, firm, soft breasts, said "Mmmm, these are nice -
so firm and round." She started sucking them, and Clint, arched his back and
closed his eyes as waves of electric sensation washed through him. His nipples
were so sensitive, and his bosom felt wonderful being massaged by Pennie's
strong hands. His captor's hands ran over his body, and he thought he would be
bruised here and there as she squeezed and crushed his new, firm, soft flesh.

Pennie's eager mouth found her victim delightful. She ran her tongue from
nipple to nipple, between 'her' breasts and down, kissing her soft tummy, then
petting the soft thatch of hair she had left around 'Clint's' perfect new
pussy. Peering up at her plaything now, from between her slender legs, she saw
a look of horror cross 'her' face again. "Oh, you're thinking about your dick
again, aren't you..." She gathered herself up, pulling her knees up under her,
and took the tiny girl's thighs in her hands. Clint struggled in her hands,
but she spread 'his' legs, even lifting his creamy ass from the bed a
little.Her hard arms flexing, she amazed herself by lifting the girl's pussy
to her mouth, dragging her along the bed, arms now over her head. Pennie's
small hard biceps swelled, but her victim just didn't seem to weigh much at
all. "Well, that's all over now, little one," she purred, as she plunged her
mouth over Clint's swetness. She kissed and licked a little, "now you have the
sweet little thing..." kissing, then a tongue plunged in deep... "just soft
and open..." Looking up, she saw the pretty face slack, mouth open and moist,
and quiet tears dripping from the pretty green eyes. She settled in to work on
the big, swollen button she had left him, and it grew a little, as she sucked
and licked. Pennie held the tiny hips and ass in her hands, and leaned down
into , slowly melting onto the bed, gripping the soft thighs hard, spreading
the legs. Pennie could tell when 'Clint' began to come, and she moderatd her
efforts, drawing out a long, powerful orgasm, the flicking out two more quick
ones. She settled in to suckle softly, as 'Clint' moaned and shuddered, unable
to clutch his tits in his bound hands, hips thrusting...

"Please," she heard the sweet little voice moan. "Please what, little slut?"
she murmered sweetly. "Please stop" she begged, as Pennie sucked a little
harder, making her writhe. Pennie lifted her head, then bit the inside of her
victim's thigh, and licked it, and bit down harder, making the little chest
pant, face flushed and dewey. Pennie had never felt so strong, as she dropped
'Clint's' hips and swooped over her on hands and knees.

"Damn... I can't keep calling you Clint, can I?" She reached down and untied
first one thin wrist, then the other, holding the litle ribs between her
knees. "I'll call you Sissy - it'll be short for Cecelia, if anyone asks..."
Pennie slid down to press her nipple into Sissy's soft, red mouth, and
gathered the tiny woman into her hard, slender arms. The bands on her wrists
glowed softly...

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