Looking into Shara's eyes, standing at her height now, you feel surprisingly elated, buoyed up by the increase in size. Of course, since you doubt she stands anywhere close to 6'3" at normal size, there's still a little disparity in scale, her facial features larger than they should be, an almost uncanny valley.
For her part, she smiles. Then there's a pinch at your groin, as the cradles your genitals. "Oh yes," she says, "that's much better."
You step back as delicately as you can manage, blushing. "Hey! Personal space!"
"Oh! Sorry! I almost forgot that you come from those people that haven't yet had their knowledge of consent stolen! I promise I'll ask next time!"
"Wow, you really got used to commanding a village of slaves pretty quickly, huh?"
"Yes, it seems bad. But when you've been shrunk against your will, any little thrill of power can be quite... addictive." The woman shrugs. "In fact, it would be quite nice to be a giant like what she's planning, huh? I mean, I wouldn't eat people or anything, I'd be quite a good god!"
"What's that you're talking about down there?" Elizabeth booms from above. Fearful of angering her, you shout up a reply.
"Oh! Just wondering, your ladyship, about why you don't want to grow your husband? Isn't he a god like you?"
She snorts in reply, even that small noise a terrifying show of superiority. "Well, I guess I could deign to tell you the truth of the matter," she says, laying her hand, palm-up, on the table beside you.
Shara helps you climb up the tall surface before you are both hefted aloft on the warm platform, before Elizabeth's face. She whispers her tale through the gigantic mouth, sound and smell brushing over you.
"We gods descend through the female line. My husband is just a mere mortal, lucky enough to win the right to father Bethany on me. He started out as a pet, handed to me by my mother just as you are to be Bethany's."
ELizabeth rises from her seat, pacing the room as she talks. "Back in the distant past, goddesses bestrode the world, and when they needed to bear the next generation they would use their powers to shrink down to this pathetic scale and seduce some human before regaining their true size to give birth." It's weird, hearing the disgust Elizabeth clearly shows for her 'small size' when she's holding two people in the palm of her hand!
"Legend says that centuries ago, one goddess fell in love with a mortal man, and chose to remain small to be with him forever, thus causing her descendants to be born into humanity." Elizabeth sneers, an ugly look of true monstrousness. "Others whisper that she was tricked by a jealous man, who was scared of female domination, and had her ability to grow stolen from her, dooming those that came after to be denied their true power."
At a full-length window, Elizabeth looks out over the big city, skyscrapers spreading before her. "Oh, but soon we will regain our power, and I will be able to sweep away these ugly monuments beneath my feet!"
Now she's smiling, luxuriating in her imagined future. Then she snaps out of it, scowling down at you. "Anyway, time to be getting you ready for the ceremony. Can't have you wearing that shit."
You are both pushed into the cage again, slapping against Elizabeth's bosom as she walks away. Shara grins at you. "What?" you say.
"Didn't you pick up on what she said? Her husband started out as a shrunken pet!"
"You don't think -"
"Oh, your little friend is going to be so pissed off that you're Bethany's fiance!" she laughs.
"I'm sure that's not -"
"Oh, I don't mind," Shara says. "I'll just have to make the most of what I can get before the wedding. May I kiss you?"
You're too dazed from revelation to refuse, and Shara takes that as acceptance. Her tongue is still powerful as it wrestles with yours, and the world moves for you at her passion.
No - that was just the cage being picked up and opened. You and Shara part as you stumble out, into the room of the clothier, ready to fit you for your outfit for the grand ceremony.