This choice: Yes, but your wand was destroyed in the process. • Go Back...Chapter #4little success; HUGE problem. by: Quagmire69   You look around to see everything far around you was enormous, coming to the conclusion that you had shrunken down in size dramatically. Headmistress Umbridge looks absolutely colossal in the distance, so you can only I'm how gargantuan she'd be up close.
"It worked... It actually bloody worked! I did it! Minuo works! Headmistress Umbridge! I did it!" You shouted for joy, having successfully performed your theoretical spell on a living test subject. You.
"I'll say... Either he actually did it, or he went and disintegrated himself... Only one way to find out..." Dolores Umbridge said, getting up from her desk, calls for a broom in her hand as she began to walk over slowly and cautiously to where you were standing.
"I wonder what size I am...Modulus!" You tried to cast a spell to display measurements on yourself, but came to the realization that your wand is nothing but splinters and rubbish.
"Damn it! Luna always said my wand was a spell away from exploding... Oh, why didn't I give it the maintenance it needed... None of this would've happened if I did!...Huh?" You turned to see Umbridge, absolutely gigantic in size next to you.
The Headmistress was skimming the ground for a sign to look for you. Unfortunately, due to your diminutive size and your uniform, you were practically invisible on the floor.
"Mr. Taylor... If you're down there, it's best you get my attention as soon as possible... Last thing I want to do is walk around with a red grease stain on the bottom of my pantyhose..." Umbridge said, taking small steps around with no shoes on.
Now here's the thing. You had a foot fetish. For some reason, the feet of women were completely sexy in your eyes. Now, make no mistake, you also equally loved the other aspects of women. Bums, bosoms, thighs, naughty bits, lips, even armpits are kinda hot in your eyes. You also weren't too picky, so as big as the age difference was between you and Headmistress Umbridge was, you could see the skin deep beauty of her. Your strict following of rules had never put disciplinarians like Umbridge to loathe. At best, you'd be considered a model student by her, at worst, she tolerated you more than others.
The sight of her stocking clad feet was admittedly pretty hot in your view. You could smell the heavily worn garments from a distance away, and thought it would disgust everyone else, you actually don't mind the smell. Part of you would like to be found by Headmistress Umbridge and dropped into her shoe, or even better, her stocking to be up close and personal with her toes and sole.
"Headmistress Umbridge! I'm down here!" You shouted and jumped for your life, desperate to get her attention.
Your efforts were in vain, as you were simply too small and difficult to see.
"Malcolm Taylor of Ravenclaw. Show yourself, else you perish under my feet without a single notice." Umbridge calls out again, her stride heading towards you.
"Oh bollocks! I got to get my bloody broom and get out of here!" You said, fumbling in your pocket for your compact pocket broom you made to innovate the Wizarding World.
You installed many unique features into it, from a wand holster and magic torchlight, to a loudspeaker function, to radio, AM & FM, even a cargo space for all of you stuff. Only problem is, it has a nasty habit of being almost undetectable in your pockets at times.
Her foot loomed above you, you could see the fibers of her stocking outline her foot. The warm musk air pouring down on you.
"Gotcha! Hurry hurry hurry!" You said, with the brush sized broom in your hand, desperately trying to twist it to transform to it's full size to escape.
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