>”Alright, Luna, thanks again for sticking around to grade Mr. Doodle’s papers while he’s on vacation. I owe you one, sis. See you Monday!”
>Celestia closes the door, and Luna breathes a sigh of relief
>”You can come out now,” Luna says as she stands from the desk
>and you emerge from beneath it as well
>it wasn’t especially cramped
>mainly because you’re only two feet tall right now
>Luna picks up a magnifying glass, covered in gemstones and silver trim
>”Let’s see if we can’t find a way to restore you to your normal size.”
>you ask if that’s wise
>didn’t she hint that this stuff comes from another world?
>like… one filled with talking horses or something?
>wouldn’t it be prudent to ask them instead?
>you’re a trainee teacher at Canterlot High School
>and you’ve been assigned to work under VP Luna
>you’ve hit it off pretty well too
>even she’s been flirting with you back in recent days
>then you found that magnifying glass
>upon showing it to her, she said something about it not being a big deal, then the thing glowed and you found yourself in your current predicament
>”It will be fine, Mr. Ymous… I guess I should call you Anon, since we’re here after hours. I need to show my sister I can look after the school in her stead, and that includes these bizarre magical happenstances. Now hold still.”
>Luna looks at you through the artefact
>”Restore!”
>nothing
>”Um… magnify!”
>nada
>”We may have a problem here.”
>no kidding
>”I’m sure it’s not too large a problem to scale. We just need to break it down into pieces and think logically.”
>then the glass glows
>and you feel a sense of vertigo
>”Ah ha! There we go, I’m sure you’ll… oh, not again!”
>everything seems to grow larger around you, slowly and smoothly
>at least your clothes are shrinking with you
>”Here, let me hold you, just in case you become too small.”
>she grabs you and brings you up to her now-bigger-than-you face
>a janitor whistles as he approaches
>Luna conceals you by pressing you against her chest as he passes by, and once the coast is clear, she looks down at you
>”This is quite a predicament…”
>no kidding
>”Let us return to my apartment, so that I can correct this in private. I’m certain we will have this situation under control before tomorrow! I promise.”
>she looks down at her suit
>”And of course this happens on the day I forget to bring my bag. Just as well you’re… quite portable like this.
>Luna puts you in her suit pocket, and you head her gather some papers before leaving, saying farewell to a couple of staff members, then she gets into her car and you’re on your way to her home

>or you would be
>except the stutter of a car engine as it coughs and cuts out as Luna pulls to the side
>and while she pops the hood, she grumbles at the futility in trying to repair it
>”Of all the days…”
>then comes the rain
>hard and heavy
>Luna runs and you’re soon soaked as her clothing is drenched
>she climbs some stairs, and while the rain seems to stop, you can hear the deluge nearby
>she then stops
>fingers as longer than you are tall dip into your sodden shelter as Luna snags you
>”Wait, what? OH! Oops! Sorry, Anon!”
>she releases you and you hear jingling from the other pocket
>and finally, you’re in her apartment
>”Ugh, I’m soaked!”
>keys are thrown onto a table
>her jacket is peeled off her, and placed hung over the back of a couch
>unfortunately the pocket is upturned, and you cling on for dear life
>you scream out for her, but all you get is an extremely close up of her thigh between her tights and skirt
>which she then removes…
>and you’re blessed with a view of her panty clad ass
>which, relative to you, is almost as wide as the front of the school
>she stumbles back
>and bumps the couch
>your grip falters!
>but you manage to snag the elastic of Luna’s nylon tights
>there’s something to be said about the mix of Luna’s wet skin
>the way the nylon clings to it
>the scent of her, and the rain
>a subtle mix of feminine sweat and musk
>and the flex of her thigh muscle as she finishes removing her skirt
>fear-boner in maximum effect
>absent minded, she flips her we jacket onto the couch proper
>”Stay in there for a moment, Anon, and I’ll… I guess wash you in a glass or something, then I’ll see about restoring your height. I’m just going to take a shower real quick.”

>you climb up the stocking and slip inside
>Luna grunts, reaches down  and scratches near you, then tugs the elastic
>and you begin the the tumble down her thigh
>you keep a managing to catch the stocking, slowing your descent, but it’s too wet and her movements make it almost impossible to keep a grip
>soon, as she enters the bathroom, you land on her foot
>a foot as big as a car
>”Eew, is that a leaf or something?”
>she peels off her bra, then stockings and shakes her foot
>you’re discarded again and get a fine view of Luna’s towering form as she strips and turns the shower on
>thankfully she rolled your nylon prison rolled down, so you climb out
>again you try to call out to her, but you’re too small and the sound of the shower is too loud
>you approach her monolithic leg and hit the back of her ankle
>only for Luna to turn and flick you into the shower as she turns to step in herself
>you quickly stand, only for her foot narrowly passes overhead, so close you duck for cover
>and you look up as she begins to shower herself
>she looks gigantic at your size
>mountainous
>the water cascades down her perfectly curved form in rivulets of water
>and you’re soon waist deep in the shower water
>Luna begins singing as she lathers herself up in soap
>and you’re soon covered in suds
>”What a day…”
>she scrubs herself a loofah
>but as she rubs her body over, she begins to sigh with pleasure
>especially as she pushes her fingers into her slit
>it’s hard not to stare as she strokes herself
>and her voice climbs in pitch as you watch this giant, smoking hot woman pleasure herself
>”Anon… ah!”
>holy shit, is she fantasising about you?
>the loofah falls from her grip as she continues to masturbate, landing near you
>the water begins to take on the scent of her sex as she screams
>and a rush of her fluids mingles in the water as she leans heavily against the wall and rides out her climax

>after a few moments of gushing femcum, Luna sighs again
>she whispers to herself, ”good job, Luna, you finally bring a guy home and he’s magically tiny.”
>she goes for the fallen loofah
>and you, emboldened by her fantasising, latch onto the sponge for some close up action
>she soaps up some more, and much to your pleasure, you’re soon being scrubbed against her body
>a smooth squish against her giant tits
>a rub along her firm belly
>a stroke along her thighs
>and, lifting a foot, you’re rubbed all over her sole, then the other
>”Strange… it feels harder for some reason.”
>you hope she means your dick rather than just your body, because you’ve been rock hard the whole time
>she squints at the loofah, but you’re covered in suds and blend in too well
>she shrugs and rinses her body, and you’re placed in the shower caddy
>and as Luna wets her luscious two-toned deep blue hair, you realise you might have to hitch a ride within the tresses to escape the lofty heights of the shower
>you scramble over to the shampoo just as she reaches for it, and you hold on for dear life on the smooth plastic
>and fall into her wet locks as she coats them, and you, in luxuriously floral scented shampoo
>you’re blinded but hold on tight as she finishes rinsing, conditioning and finishing her shower
>just as you recover your vision, you’re bundled up in a towel as she wraps her hair and dries herself
>you hear her change rooms
>”Sorry that took so long, Anon, I… Anon?”
>the towel gets discarded and you land on a nearby dresser
>you see a towel-clad Luna frantically searching the pockets of her jacket
>”Oh no! Anon!? Where did he go?”
>while she’s distracted, you notice a soft landing spot; a pair of fluffy slippers
>you drop down into them as she snaps her fingers
>”I grabbed him when I was searching for my keys! He must still be outside.”
>she hastily throws on some underwear, and a bathrobe
>she opens the door and it’s still wet as hell outside
>Luna tuts, then puts on her slippers
>with you still inside them
>it’s a good thing they’re extremely soft, because you’re pinned under her giant foot

>”Wh- what now?”
>you’re unpinned
>”Oh, there you are! Phew, that’s a relief! But how did…”
>she looks at the head wrap towel
>then at the bathroom door
>”Tell me I didn’t…”
>put you through her shower with her?
>you admit, yes, she did
>she blushes and covers her mouth
>”I’m so sorry!”
>you say not to sweat it
>and that you’re flattered she was thinking of you in the shower
>she somehow turns redder as her pretty opal green eyes shoot open wide
>and for the coup-de-grace, you say she’s got *really* cute feet
>you emphasise the point by waking over to and rubbing her her big toe
>”You’re serious? You’ve been shrunk to the size of an insect, and I just rubbed you all over my body, and you’re hitting on me?”
>yes, Vice Principal Luna
>and being this small has only made you appreciate her features even more
>because she’s smoking hot, and to you, she’s a pillar of fire
>the blush remains, but she fiddles with her still damp hair in a schoolgirlish way
>”I… nobody’s talked to me like that before…”
>you kiss her foot and say it’s about damn time someone did
>Luna bends down and scoops you up
>”In that case, maybe we should see about growing you back to full size?” She brings you close to her eye. “And I can keep you company, just in case there’s any adverse effects from the shrinking?”
>nix the unshrinking, missy, you’re not letting this opportunity go to waste
>though you’re down for that later, absolutely
>for now, you were robbed of a prolonged stay in her nylons
>”Really?”
>she looks at the wet, discarded tights she was wearing
>then back at you with a smile
>”How about a fresh set?”
>she saunters over to her drawer, and takes out a new set of tights
>then carries you over to the bed
>”I confess I’m not sure how you want to do this.”
>let’s pretend she’s a goddess and you’re a willing servant?
>”Wait, do you know about the other me? The princess?”
>the hell is she talking about?
>Luna clears her throat and shakes her head. “Never mind. Let’s see…”

>she pops you into her nylons
>presses her foot onto you
>and slides the it up her long, curvy legs
>as it draws tight, you’re smooshed into her sole
>there it is…
>you kiss and rub the giant, warm surface of her foot
>the smooth arch, the rougher heel and ball
>the texture amplified a thousand times in size
>Luna giggles and flexes her toes
>even the littlest one is almost as big as you are
>and the way her skin shifts and creases at the scale is fascinating
>you rub your way around Luna’s foot for a time, then she shifts
>and ever-so-gently presses you onto the bed surface
>you’re pinned between the two and it’s a full body pressure massage
>but, despite the kink, it becomes clear she’s not exactly used to tiny people as she experimentally pushes a little too hard
>you pat her big toe in submission as you struggle to breathe, and she carefully removes her legging
>”Are you okay?”
>just fine
>so long as she’s enjoying this too
>she smiles as she takes you in her hand again
>”It’s not how I imagined my first relationship to begin, but it’s certainly going to be memorable.”
>you wonder how a woman a pretty as her could be without a guy in her life
>the sigh says it all, but she continues, “guys tend to say I’m a bit scary because I like to project and air of authority. That and my sister’s… well, you’ve seen her. She gets all the sultry whispers of ‘Legslestia’ because she’s over six feet tall, a bigger chest and has a distinctly sunnier, extroverted disposition.”
>she pouts
>you ask her to bring you closer
>she does so, and you do a full body kiss
>more you just put yourself against her soft, pillowy lips and say you’d worship her over Celestia any day
>”Does that have anything to do with how I rubbed you all over my body? Accidental lewdness aside, I don’t need pity worship. I want love.”
>why not both?
>Luna perks up and gives you the bedroom eyes
>you think they’re bedroom eyes, but you’re not used to said eyes being so big is kinda hard to read the expression properly
>she places you down on the pillow and leaves the bedroom for a moment, only to return with the magic magnifying glass
>”Let’s try this again.”

>doesn’t she like you small?
>”Oh, don’t get me wrong, Anon. I’m keeping this thing for as long as I can get away with, but I fully expect to have you cuddling my feet again.”
>she lets her bathrobe fall away
>perfection in the flesh, just wearing her panties
>hell yes, you utter as you strip out of your tiny clothes
>”But right now I need someone with a little more substance.”
>you could try… uh… spelunking
>she raises the glass so she’s looking at you through it
>”I’m flattered, but you’re a bit too small for that. Now, how to-”
>it glows
>and you both gasp as you steadily enlarge
>”Haha, and so my chances of fun have increased by a factor of two!”
>you’ve about doubled in size
>but it stops
>”Tsk, still a bit on the smaller size…”
>the glass glows again
>and you spurt up to the first time you shrank
>you’re two feet tall again
>”Hmm… I think we can make this work.”
>she places the magnifier on a higher shelf, and steps over the bed
>and onto you
>you’re pinned under her foot and she’s a lot firmer now that you’re not in as much danger of crushing
>you ask if she’s found her confidence, eh?
>”Silence, worm! I am in control here!”
>oh hell yes, ma’am
>”Pamper my feet to my liking, and I’ll let you share my bed, slave!”
>unf
>you need little inspiration
>to kiss, lick and suckle on her pretty feet
>and Luna bemusedly directs you with all her fury, although she’s clearly getting into this as she soon pins your junk cautiously between her toes and rubs it while caressing you with her other foot
>you ride your own climax and make sure she has to wash again in one fell swoop
>but then she drops the attitude, pulls you up and cuddles you against her chest
>”Was that good for you?”
>mmhm
>”I think this will work.”
>you agree
>”I’m sure my sister will frown on interschool fraternisation, but I don’t care. You’re the nicest, and perhaps most passionate (and odd) man I’ve ever met.”
>says the woman who just gave a footjob to a two-foot tall man
>”Point taken!” She looks embarrassed again. “Can we just enjoy this quiet for a moment?”
>and how she had a little finger action about him in the show-
>”Silence!”
>yes’m
>you’re not sure how serious that order was
>but you’re not about to object in case you’ve pushed to hard
>you quietly enjoy the deep thud of her heart as she holds you against her chest
>smothered by her wonderfully pert breasts
>and, unable to see her expression from here, you both just settle in for sleep

>it feels like you just blinked, and it’s daylight outside
>and Luna’s sitting up, not bothering to cover herself with her blanket
>she awkwardly looks at you, bites her lip and fiddles with her hair
>”… I love you.”
>that’s a hell of a thing to wake up to
>”Sorry about snapping. Last night, I mean. I hope I didn’t ruin things.”
>she’s hotter when she’s authoritative
>she blushes all over again and smirks
>”I suppose we need to work out a power dynamic, or whatever it is that-“
>she’s overthinking things
>the school doesn’t need to know
>and you can just let things happen between you, organically
>”I suppose you’re right. Although speaking of things happening to you, we should undo the spell.” She winks at you. “At least for now.”
>she takes out the magnifying glass once more and aims it at you as you put on your shrunken clothing
>”It seems to work by reversing what the holder is saying, or something like that. So if I was to say this situation is just a small problem, then-“
>the glass glows
>and you begin to enlarge once more
>”Hah,” Luna smugly announces, “simple as that!”
>you’re soon back to being slightly taller than Luna
>”If you want to help yourself to a shower and I have some food in the fridge for breakfast, I should return to my car and see if I can get it running.”
>you’re good with cars, you admit, and it’s still raining
>the gentlemanly thing to do would be for you to deal with the problem
>”Well, if you’re sure! It’s straight down the road, and take my keys! Thank you, Anon.”
>you give her a kiss and say that with you, there’s no problem too small!
>it’s not heavy rain, but you huddle up in your clothes all the same
>you swear you hear a loud thump behind you as you leave the apartment complex, but continue on
>you find her car, and recognise it due to its usual place of prominence in the almighty faculty car park at school
>you pop the hood and have a dig around
>it’s fixable, just fiddly
>”Um…”
>what?
>you turn around
>and find yourself staring straight into the shins of Luna towering over you with the rain flowing down her almost naked form
>some 40ft tall and covered in a makeshift set of underwear made from bedsheets and towels, she still cuts an impressive figure
>”Do you mind if we stay at your place for a while? My place has become… drafty. And in violation of several building code violations.”
>uh… sure
>she bends down and hands you the magnifying glass, pinched between her fingers
>you think of what to say to shrink her
>”Actually, climb in,” she says and gesture to her car
>you glance at her, but obey and climb into the drivers seat and wind down the window
>isn’t she afraid of making a scene?
>”Right now? I don’t care. Maybe people will pay homage to me for once instead of Tia.”
>she bends down and picks up her car
>”Point the way, Anon.”
>and so begins your extremely odd, size-shifting relationship with the straight-laced Luna
The end