Charisma Part 4

Tiffany held one high-heeled shoe to her foot. It wouldn‘t fit, she knew, since the shoe was several times smaller than her foot. Nevertheless, aware of Charisma, who was seated beside her, waiting for her to don the shoe, she pivoted her foot downward, inserted her toes into the front part of the shoe, and, much to her surprise, slipped the shoe onto her foot without any difficulty. She flexed her toes, admiring the sapphire velvet heel, before donning its mate just as easily.

Wide-eyed, her mouth agape, Tiffany looked at Charisma, amazement plain on her face. “They fit!” she exclaimed. “They actually fit!”

“Of course, they fit,” the sorceress replied. “I told you they would.”

“But how--”

“Your feet are smaller.”

“Two sizes smaller?”

Charisma nodded. “At least.”

“But I didn’t feel them shrink; I didn’t see them shrink.”

“Nevertheless, they did shrink, obviously. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be wearing them now.”

“Why didn’t I feel or see my feet getting smaller? I mean, I felt my breasts enlarge, and I felt my tummy, waist, and hips get smaller and become firmer.”

Charisma shrugged. “Not all spells work the same way.”

Tiffany wriggled her toes inside her new size five shoes. If anything, she thought, delighted, the shoes were a little too large for her feet. “Thanks, Charisma,” she said.

“Don’t mention it. You earned them.”

Tiffany looked down at herself. She was naked, except for the gorgeous corset and the elegant shoes she wore. Charisma had fucked her hard and well, in both the cunt and the ass, simultaneously, before restoring her cock and balls so that she was once more a chick with a dick, rather than a complete and total female. The sorceress had also reverted to her own female form, replacing the balls and the double-pronged cock that she’d caused to sprout from her groin with the pussy with which she’d been born.