Reaching into your satchel, you grab your growth potion. Opening it up and taking the tiniest of sips, making sure it stays only in your mouth. You feel a little bump up in your size, your clothing staying its same but stretching a touch with a slight tearing to keep on your chest and hips with the increased size leaving tears where its most strained. You smile and walk over to Ivan, his startled face lets you know immediately that he's the easiest target to toy with.
"Ah! A-aren't you lookin-looking1" he has to gulp in panic, you just smile down at him.
"Ivan!" You pull his face up into your chest, your cleavage originally just peaking through your top, now very revealing in the straining covering that's being forced into his face. "I just HAVE to show you what I've been working on!" you're already holding him in your arms off the ground, and with his red face locked in your bosom he's not going to put up any fight as you walk back to your house with companion tightly in tow. You enter in your house, keeping his face pushed up and down from your rocking shoulders, making sure that the walking will keep making your breasts slide up and down both sides of his face. Normally you'd tease him into getting you things when you were too locked in your work, this time you're doing it just to do it.
You make your way over into the corner near your research stations, many around your little home, and plant yourself onto one of your tables. Knocking over papers and little beakers when your weight comes in, your wings happily flapping. You flip Ivan around in your lap and hearing the shorter fairy breathing you just giggle how easy it is to control someone, and if you wanted, it could be anyone in your control. Before he breaks free from your little controlling trance you slide your hand down his trousers, making his wings shoot out in shock.
"Hey! what are oyu-" you silence the smaller fairy by working inbetween his legs, keeping him in your lap as you work at him, using only one hand to grab him and have some space in your palm without his growing erection filling. You stroke him more and more while using your other hand to reach over to your satchel. He sounds like he's a dog about to howl the way he pants just from your little play time. With him full of lustful desires your grab the bottles ready for part two of your play time.
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