Travel Size

Lilith let herself sink once again into the all-too-welcoming surface of Elle's enlarged form, the muse's gracefully long limbs sprawled out rather ungracefully and rather nervously across the floor of her living room, crossing and fidgeting while trying desperately not to splinter a beam or topple a set of drawers. Considering if she were to stand up at her full height right then and there she'd end up taking another roof off the top of her long-suffering cottage. It took a certain mindfulness she had attempted to cultivate throughout the centuries. If she were to ever find herself too large for any standing structures to hope to survive her, she would hope to find a gentleness of force of sense of control to avoid leveling a thriving city or snuffing out a civilization.

Though every time she was big enough to see the horizon she found herself lacking in moments to contemplate her movements. And she ended up planting a city-sized foot right on top of a seemingly indomitable empire. Any gatherings of fragile mortal buildings that she didn't immediately stomp flat were kicked into the atmosphere by the force of her earth-shaking might, and before she knew it the small nation she had spent several decades integrating into, the culture she had watched grow from its earliest days, the sprawling landscapes she had learned to call home, was reduced to a thin layer of dust beneath her toes.

She never liked uprooting.

"So...the...sky net is sending..." Elle played with her words for a moment as she watched the screen. At an angle, of course. Sitting up would put a hole in her ceiling. And at this size she'd be too much for her couch. But a correct orientation wouldn't make this ludic web of temporal nonsense any more conclusive. "...these metal men-"

"Terminators." Lilith corrected.

"...terminators to...kill John Connor before he can kill the sky net."

"That's right."

"Because they can't kill him now."

"You got it." Lilith signed and relaxed, feeling the gentle breathing of the massive girl behind her. Elle's natural warmth seemed to wash over the cold vampire, enveloping her in an aura of comfort she seldom found elsewhere. Elle took in these colossal breaths of air and had a heartbeat that seemed to beat against her chest like an angry landlord might beat against the door of a flaky tenant, but she found nothing but contentment in being cradled in the presence of one so large. It helped that Elle was taking clipped, stifled breaths indicative of poorly-concealed nervousness. Physically she was this mountain of earth-shaking might. But she often regressed to teenage-girl levels of emotional confusion. 

Lilith took guilty pleasure in lording over her with sheer confidence. 

"Why not?"

"Because he's already killed Skynet."

"But the sky net sent someone back before it was killed." Elle raised a brow. "To kill someone before it could be killed."

"Fail-safe. It knew it was losing."

Elle cocked her head, contorting the view of the television even more. "So, why is the metal man Austrian?"

"Well OJ wasn't available. So they got the next best thing."

"OJ?" Elle looked down at the vampire nestling against her chest, a look of familiar confusion on her canvas-sized face.

"Doesn't matter. But this guy had muscles and he looked the part. Right after Conan."

"...Conan?" 

Lilith smiled and slumped back, taking her focus off of the screen. "Oh man..." She grinned and laughed. "Next Saturday. Conan night."

"Oh...okay." Elle turned her attention back to the puzzling display of sound and fury. And knife hands. "...didn't we have Conan night last night?"

"No, uh-" Lilith chuckled. "That was Conan O'Br-I mean, that, y'know, that was different. The Tonight Show. And, uh-" Lilith shrugged and grinned wide, slumping back against the welcoming pink sweater stretched across Elle's form. She had grown so much Lilith was able to curl her fingers between the strands that composed her beloved sweater. "Wait, what's the time?"

Elle strained her neck and peered over her shoulder at the clock mounted over the kitchen stove. "Almost four."

"Matinee's in half an hour." Lilith straightened up a bit, talking a few slender finger and running them through her the outer rim of her pocket. "If we trot we can catch the bus."

Elle immediately straightened up the best she could with concern, raising a finger and sporting a worried frown to accompany it. "The bus? That's, uh...not a very good plan." Public transport functioned not unlike a ticking time bomb for the poor muse. A small space and a few stray gazes could easily end with her exploding out of the confines of a bus or train, which would then draw the attention of any passerby, and eventually she'd be big enough to level a city block. It was as if the conditions had be tailored to be the worst for her particular...predicament. 

Always with the growing. It gave her no quarter. The storied history of broken bedframes and collapsed walls. Unwelcome mornings picking out bricks from between her toes. Godhood wasn't all it was cracked up to be.

Lilith simply smiled as she finally ran her fingers across the object she was searching for, which she pulled effortlessly from her jeans. From her pocket she produced a small glass bottle. Small cork lodged safely in the top. Pinched between her fingers. Looked to be barely over two inches tall. She wordlessly presented it to Elle, holding up the speck-sized container. One of those novelty bottles you'd get at craft stores. Most likely the smallest of a collection meant to be arranged in order to complete some sort of needlessly quaint display of tiny bottles. Perhaps filled with colored sand by lonely housewives or hippies.

Elle gazed at it blankly for a moment, perking a brow and messing with her words until she found the proper response. It took only a moment for her to realize what Lilith had in mind, and she could feel her face redden at the thought.

As it stood Lilith couldn't fit her smallest finger into the mouth of the bottle. And yet...

Elle's life wasn't all growth and destruction, even if a significant portion of her recorded experiences had her standing at mythic statures, swallowing the sky and inspiring many a sonnet and tapestry to fully capture her sheer enormity, with footfalls that cratered continents, cutting swathes into the landscape that would eventually form into the valleys and lakes of today. Yes, she was on record as an empire-leveling terraformer that appeared in spurts far enough in distance for her to become a legend to each successive empire. And when she did appear, she continued to solidify her place in history. But if she couldn't modulate her size a bit she wouldn't be able to fit inside her modest cottage with the modestly-sized vampire at her size. There were occasions where she lost control of her size and found herself on the shorter end of the scale. Truth be told there were a million conditions that left her shorter than average, most of which she couldn't even keep track of. But there was one she knew for sure.

A singular two-word incantation, when muttered, would immediately cause her to reduce in size. She never knew how far she'd fall or how quickly she'd get back, but she found her physical being hard-wired to respond to it. It was a simple phrase that few would ever put together regularly, and even fewer in her presense. A few scholars had discovered it a century or two back. But that was moments before she took one false step and flattened their mountaintop study...along with the rest of the mountain it sat upon.

Most of those who knew it had transcended the mortal plane. Gone back to the celestial realm where they had kept her in check with it. The few mortals who did were eventually lost to time, and records of it lost to history. Faded by the uncaring march of time, or destroyed by the unforgiving, albiet unintentional, strides of Elle.

Funny that it happened to fall into the hands of an immortal vampire who wasn't concerned with going anywhere.

She called them the keys to the city.

Before Elle had a chance to say anything Lilith removed herself from the muse's gigantic torso and stood up, pivoting lightly on a single toe before immediately falling back onto Elle's stomach and burying her face in the dyed wool. As inviting as always. Lilith murmured something into the fabric, her words muffled by the stretch of baggy fabric.

"...did...you sa-" In an instant Elle's form was pulled inward, her tree-sized limbs returning from the far corners of her room to the more comfortable confines of a typical woman. In an instant, with the air rushing past her dancing stands of hair, she found herself suddenly encumbered by the Lilith's modestly proportioned body. The girl she could have easily held her palms moments ago was now laying over and across her body, sporting a coy smirk and a set of gently relaxed eyes, staring both fear and excitement into her.

"Figured we could save on tickets." Lilith smiled and rolled the bottle between her fingers, nothing the small label she applied not a day earlier when thie lovely method of transport was incepted. Buying little slabs of plywood and miniature iron nails for Simon to shave and melt down had her come across this comically small bottle. Meant to be part of a set of five increasingly small bottles. She, of course, snagged the smallest. 

It read "TRAVEL SIZE" in crude, smudged ink. Not her finest example of penmanship.

"And I didn't want to lose you." She purred and nestled against the diminished Elle, still rocking an amazonian seven foot stature, but bewildered at the sudden change of scale. And before she had a chance to respond, Lilith playfully rolled onto her side, still pinning Elle under her weight, and again flashed that knowing smirk, once again presenting the bottle. At this lower vantage point Elle could make out the details of the inevitable place she'd probably be viewing Lilith from soon. A cleanly made bottle no bigger than a strawberry, the mouth of which Lilith most likely couldn't even manage to fit the tip of her smallest finger through.

Meaning if Elle was to be small enough to fit inside it...

She began feeling knots in her stomach, her face reddening.

Lilith gently whispered those magical words again.

Suddenly, Lilith's body rushed at the dwindling muse, rapidly approaching and rising far above her head. Elle was shooting downward, going from her statuesque seven foot stature to a mere fraction of her default height. Lilith's gentle weight suddenly began to pin her easily to the widening wooden floor beneath her, seemingly easing up from the sudden decrease in weight. Elle shot inward, towards most grounded point of her slowly-shrinking body, which just so happened to be where Lilith was gleefully resting her hip. Lilith went for a conversational partner to a looming figure, her set of golden gleaming eyes gazing down from above as Elle disappeared more and more towards the wall of purple cotton, waiting to engulf and overtake the tiny muse.

A mere second passed, and Elle now found all but her head and shoulders covered by Lilith's resting form, which rose up for a few stories before finally ending in a now-enlarged contour, being the other half of her set of matronly hips, her purple sweater draped over her set of tightly-packed denim jeans. 

"You can sit on my shoulder when we get there." Lilith said casually, not even bothering to marvel at how small Elle had become, the muse going from an immensity capable of flattening a car to the size of a small action figure. "Unless you'd like to sit on my lap." She teased. "But I guess we just cross that bridge when we come to it." Lilith looked at the bottle again and formed a familiar catlike smirk. Those lovely latin words hung heavily on the tip of her tongue. She could never really anticipate how much Elle would shrink. She had experimented with shouts and whispers, drawn out muttering and brief recitations. But she could only really guarantee that Elle would get really really tiny.

And she was okay with that. 

"...or maybe I could sit on your lap." She let her head rock heavily to one side, smiling for a moment before beginning to tip, rolling back onto her stomach. Elle, already laying flat under the pounds and pounds of vampire, had no choice but to watch Lilith's midsection widen out above her, her enormous breasts pressing into the ground  to her side, brushing lightly against the floorboards, blocking out all light from one side. With no option but to sit and watch as her world grew darker and darker, the dyed cotton lightly meeting her head and shoulders before Lilith's toned stomach flattened itself against the floor, forcing Elle's lank-but-voluptuous form flat under the sheer mass of Lilith's indifferent mass, gleefully displaying its clear dominance over the muse's new size. She hadn't even the strength to squirm under the playful vampire's increased immensity.

The sweater was soft. Lilith was huge. Elle let out a tiny pleased sigh.

"You want to grab candy on the way?" Lilith checked her phone. She probably had to make the hike into town if she wanted to get there on time, leaving her without any brief moments to enjoy Elle's new-found smallness. Though she would still try her damnedest. With a guilty grin she brought up her back legs and focused her weight to her midsection, feeling Elle's limbs fail to resist her. Elle might have murmured something, but it she was being awful quiet after she had disappeared under Lilith. Eh. Vampiric hearing made communication very easy.

Lilith bit her lip, looking at the bottle one more time. A good idea, though she wondered what it might be like to accidentally 'lose' a miniaturized Elle on her titanic form. Having a nice physical anchor made her easily traceable, but if she were to accidentally misplace Elle on her person...they wouldn't have a problem with it. But, alas, the time for fantasizing was over. Now was the time for basically fulfilling her fantasy.

Elle didn't hear Lilith mutter those magic words once more. But she certainly felt it.

Lilith's mass, which was at first simply impossibly heavy, became immeasurable. She hadn't a chance to process the feeling of her body being drawn in to the point of contact with Lilith. All she could feel was the drastic change in conditions. The fibers of Lilith's sweater that once weaved into a unified sheet now rolled against her like frayed bridge cables, the soft wool surface becoming firm and unforgiving, Elle now too small to apply any kind of force that would actually move the yarn. Meanwhile, the floorboards below her had suddenly developed well-defined grooves that prodded at her backside, the layers of dust like gravel. Suddenly the immovable ceiling drew closer, Elle's helpless body unable to even process the sudden change before the wall above her, in defiance of all the laws of motion, seemed to draw itself forward in defiance of Elle's grasp of how physical objects interacted. She could feel her body being flattened and driven into the floor, her limbs being pulled outward, her body contorted as she failed to adjust to the massive force being exerted effortlessly on her impossibly tiny form. And in that moment she could swear she was two-dimensional. 

Lilith was merely sighing in delight. The subtle motions of her stomach pressed Elle flat. 

Thankfully the body of a muse could manage it.

Lilith slowly rose to her knees, starting by very meticulously separating herself from the floor. She enjoyed a bit of theatrics when she let Elle take in how small she had become. 

As the wall of unfeeling beams receded skyward, it seemed as if the sky itself was tearing itself from the physical plane for Elle. Bits of dirt that had collected in the weave of Lilith's sweater began to rain down in a cloud of dust and pebbles, the floorboards crying out from the weight exerted by her hands and knees. Light flooded in from all directions but above, almost blinding the poor muse with the sudden bombardment of inputs. The ground below her shook, kicking out a small cloud of sawdust that hung in the air, collecting on her shoulders and in the curls of her hair, which was slowly readjusting to not being flattened. She took a breath, finally able to do so with a set of unrestricted lungs, and saw the sky rise above her. And rise. And rise. And all the cable-sized purple columns morphed into the surface of Lilith's sweater, which stretched into the horizon on both sides. 

She followed the cables upward, past Lilith's football-field length hips and up to her pendulous breasts, sitting like two moons in the sky, obscuring upper levels of heaven with their impossible bulk, slamming and grinding together effortlessly as they rolled softly onto her chest, her torso straightening out to her new-found height. Or, rather, the same five feet and eight inches of vampire from a very new perspective. The flecks of dirt continued to come down in like baseball-sized hail, falling off the mountain-sized monolith before her that just so happened to be Lilith, who gazed down with the purest delight.

Elle's face reddened. 

Lilith's enormous hand, her fingers like freeways, descended upon her. Her hand kicked up even more sawdust, though she hadn't a moment to consider it before Lilith's fingertips pinched her body, no bigger than a grain of rice, and pulled her a speed seemingly impossible for any entity so massive up the length of her body. And, just as soon as the light went out, as Lilith pinched the entirety of her body between the tips of her index finger and thumb, the light returned, and Elle was being gently deposited into the bottle Lilith had ready for her. She rolled into the mouth and slid down the side, Lilith holding the bottle at an angle to avoid hard dropping the speck-sized girl into her new traveling compartment. 

Lilith examined the muse, now the size of an ice cream sprinkle, as she slowly rose to her knees and became acquainted with the impossibly small space she could now leasurly navigate. The perfect method of sneaking her into town and into the movies. And another excuse to see Elle at a pleasing speck size. She found the urge to play mean. Shake the bottle a little. Maybe place it on the couch and sit on it. Let Elle experience the world going dark and the glass beginning to creak under her weight. The ceiling of denim growing closer and closer, gently packed full of tons and tons of posterior. But this was still Elle. Regardless to how playful as she'd enjoy being.

"Guess I'll see you there." Lilith grinned wide, pulling open her collar and bringing the bottle towards her face.

Lilith's voice rattled the entire bottle interior. The vampire had become downright celestial.

She began to pull her collar open as wide as she could, lowering the bottle in, but stopping for a moment to look down at Elle once more. To bask in her smallness. And the enormous privilege Elle had given her in this moment. Breaking the domineering facade for just a moment Lilith found herself biting her lip and diving into the untouched corners of her mind for just a moment, thinking of the thousands of audacious ways to handle Elle. But she would settle. Regain control. And maybe phase Elle for just a moment by giving her something to stew on.

And with that, Lilith pressed her lips gently against the front of the bottle, letting them become the wall of Elle's tiny container, stretching into the heavens. The moment she released her indirect kiss the sheer force shook the bottle and knocked Elle to her feet, sending her onto her back and leaving Lilith with a moment to realize that her execution couldn't have been more botched.

Shit.

Oh shit.

Quickly.

Escape.

And with that, Lilith quickly forced the bottle deep into her cleavage and scurried for the door. 



Don't even know, man. I'm fucking rusty as shit. 

Wanted to get back to writing. So this was the end result. With JetSlasher's character, Elle. 

These two have a weird extended canon thing going on.

Don't have the effort to say much else since, like all my writing, I start and finish at midnight.

So good day.

Elle belongs to .

Eventually something will come of all this hooblah.