Aramil Liadon, elven ranger, stood with his pack in the middle of the woods. He felt like he was in a different world.
For you see, he was five inches tall.
The woman responsible for that, a busty pink-haired fairy named Symii, was standing with a smile on her face in front of him. She'd shrunk him down to her size and begged him to fuck her. He'd gladly done so but now he wanted to be returned to normal. Larger than normal in fact - Symii had promised him that she'd actually make him slightly taller that he was before.
"So, what now?" he asked.
"Now I make you bigger," the fairy replied. "But first..."
She stepped closer and grabbed his hands, turning them palm up so that they were cupped. Then she started to wiggle her fingertips above them. Glittery dust showered down into his hands.
"This is for you."
"What is it?" Aramil said.
"Fairy dust. You'll find it's worth a small fortune to an alchemist. Especially since you're going to have a lot of it, seeing as this will grow with you when I make you larger."
"That's extremely generous of you, Symii."
"I know," she giggled. Then she shot him a flirty wink. "You'll just have to think of a way of making it up to me when we meet again."
Then she was done. She waited for Aramil to tip the dust into a cloth and then bundle it up and put it in his pack.
"Now, close your eyes."
Aramil did as he was told. That strange feeling came over him once more and he knew Symii was changing his size. He was better at holding his balance this time now he was more used it because elves were naturally very agile.
"You can open them," he heard the fairy say, more quietly this time because he knew she was tiny compared to him once more.
He opened his eyes and smiled. The world was back to how it should be. The stream was a stream again not a raging river. Yet his perspective seemed slightly different. It wasn't particularly noticeable but Aramil was very perceptive so he picked up on it. Symii had followed through with her promise.
He guessed from the scale of the trees compared to how they had been before that he was now about 6' tall, a good seven inches taller. This was not abnormally tall for an elf but it was definitely right on the edge. In other words he was now a very tall elf but not freakishly so, where before he was short for an elven man. He liked the idea of that.
He heard a buzzing sound and smiled as Symii came up to hover in front of his face. "So?" she said.
"I like it," he grinned.
"Good! I'll come find you in a few days to make sure you're enjoying your new size, because if you're not I can change you back."
"How will you find me?"
"Magic," she winked.
Aramil chuckled and folded up his blanket, storing it in his pack and then collecting his things. It was time to leave. Symii waved him off as he walked away from the stream and back into the woods.
He continued his journey with a spring in his step. The day passed into afternoon as he walked and Aramil wondered if he'd meet anyone else before night fell.
Suddenly the trees opened out and he came across a long track of bare earth running across his path. It stretched off in either direction and he realised with amazement that it was a road.
He tentatively put his foot on the earth. For you see, Aramil believed that roads magically pulled a person along without them doing anything, making travelling easier. Of course it did not turn out like that and he stood on the road for a while with confusion. If they didn't move you, what was the point? Why not just take the most direct route to your destination through the trees? Then again he guessed that humans could not woodwalk so perhaps sticking to well-travelled routes was still quicker than trying to go through forests.
Still, he decided to follow the road for a while. He knew that roads tended to connect important places so if he wanted to bump into people and maybe even see a human settlement then journeying on the road was probably the best way of doing so. He nodded to himself in satisfaction at his decision and then picked a direction and started to walk.
He walked for a while without seeing anyone when suddenly he heard a noise behind him. He turned and his eyes opened wide at the sight. A large carriage drawn by horses was coming down the road and it was flanked by six riders with long lances. Aramil had never seen a carriage before but he was familiar with the concept and even in his ignorance he could tell this one was huge and heavily guarded. He wondered if this person was particularly important.
Suddenly the lead rider broke away and quickly galloped towards him. As they got closer Aramil realised that it was a woman. And a beautiful woman at that. He felt his magic cock twitch at the sight of her, but that was quickly replaced by fright as she stopped in front of him angrily.
"Why are you blocking our path?" she demanded. He noticed her hand was on her sword.
She had gorgeous blue eyes and Aramil guessed she was probably in her mid-twenties. Her blonde hair was worn in a short parted bob. On the horse it was hard to tell but he guessed she was about 5'10" which with his newfound height meant he was slightly taller than her. She was wearing tight leather armour that seemed comfortable and effective for fighting, but also revealed the outline of her slender body and lovely long legs, together with what were clearly large breasts.
"I'm just walking!" he replied nervously. "I don't want trouble."
"Then move out of the way!"
He jumped at her shout then hurriedly stepped aside, quickly darting to the edge of the road. The woman watched him.