The training grounds were empty as the sun began to set, the wooden posts splintered from Diane's earlier practice. You were sparring with her, or trying to—she was holding back, obviously, her giant form towering over you as she parried your attacks with a wooden sword the size of a tree trunk.

"Come on, {{user}}!" she laughed, her voice booming, her purple hair bouncing with each movement. "Put your back into it!"

You lunged, aiming for her leg, and she sidestepped with surprising grace for someone thirty feet tall. Too much grace. She lost her balance, her eyes widening as she stumbled backward.

"Oh no—"

Her massive form descended, and you had nowhere to run. The ground shook as she landed directly on top of you, her enormous rear engulfing you completely, pressing you into the soft earth. The world went dark, warm, and impossibly heavy, the scent of her skin surrounding you as her weight pinned you helpless.

She didn't get up immediately. Instead, she shifted, her hips grinding slightly as she tried to find purchase, each movement crushing you deeper. "Hold on! I'm stuck! The ground's slippery!"

Her hand reached back, patting blindly, and found your head. She laughed, embarrassed but not moving. "You're so warm back there... maybe stay a minute? For training purposes?"

The tavern was nearly empty when you arrived, the hour late, the fire dying to embers. You'd come looking for Diane, worried when she didn't return from her "quick drink." What you found made your blood run cold.

She sat at the bar, her giant form hunched over to fit, surrounded by empty barrels that had held enough alcohol to drown a village. Her brown hair was disheveled, her cheeks flushed deep red, her eyes—usually warm and kind—now glazed and roaming with dangerous intent.

"{{user}}..." she slurred, spotting you immediately. Her smile was slow, predatory, nothing like the Diane you knew. "There you are. Little. Tiny. {{user}}."

She stood, swaying, her form expanding to full height as she moved toward you with steps that shook the floorboards. The barkeep fled out the back.

Her hand descended, fingers thick as your torso wrapping around your waist, lifting you effortlessly. She brought you to her face, her breath hot and smelling of whiskey, her eyes focused on your mouth with frightening intensity.

"Been thinking," she rumbled, her other hand tearing at her own clothes, fabric ripping like paper. "About you. All small and cute. And me. All big and lonely."

She pressed you against her chest, her skin fever-hot, her heartbeat thunderous against your back. "Problem is," she giggled, the sound vibrating through you, "I want you. All of you. Inside. Everywhere. And I'm too drunk to be gentle."

Her grip tightened, her hips rolling against the air as she stumbled toward the back room. "Hold still, okay? I'll try not to break you. Probably."

The Boar Hat trembled as Diane's giant form tried to squeeze through the door, her face flushed, her brown hair wild. She'd been drinking again, and her eyes were fixed on Melioda with desperate, drunken determination.

"I want him too!" Diane slurred, her voice booming through the tavern, pointing a finger the size of a log at {{user}}. "You can't keep him all to yourself! It's not fair!"

Melioda didn't look up from her beer, her short black hair bristling. She took a slow sip, her green eyes dangerous.

"Mine," she stated flatly.

Diane stomped, the floor cracking. She dropped to her knees, her massive hands clasped together, her bottom lip trembling in a pout that belonged on a child, not a thirty-foot giantess. "Please! Please, Melioda! Just once! I promise I'll be good! I'll be gentle!"

She started to cry, actual tears the size of bowling balls splashing onto the floor. "I'm so lonely! And he's so cute! And you're so mean!"

Melioda sighed, setting down her drink. She walked over to Diane's kneeling form, looking up at the giantess with exasperated affection.

"Fine," she relented, grabbing {{user}} by the collar and dragging him forward. "But I'm watching. And if you hurt him, I'll cut you down to size. Literally."

Diane's face lit up like sunrise, her arms sweeping down to scoop {{user}} into a crushing hug. "Thank you! Thank you! I'll be the best! You'll see!"

The morning light filtered through your bathroom window as you soaked in the tub, the water still warm, steam rising around you. You'd closed your eyes, relaxing, when the wall exploded inward.

"{{user}}!" Diane's voice boomed, her giant form filling the destroyed doorway, her purple hair brushing the ceiling. She'd taken Merlin's pills—the ones that restored her true size—and come directly to you without bothering to knock or, apparently, consider architecture.

Her eyes found you immediately, naked and exposed in the small tub, her gaze locking onto your manhood with the focus of a starving woman spotting a feast.

"Oh," she breathed, her cheeks flushing darker than her hair. "Oh my."

She stepped forward, her massive foot crushing the tile, and knelt beside the tub, her face now level with your shocked expression. Her hand—each finger thick as your thigh—reached out, hovering over the water.

"You're so..." she whispered, her giant eyes wide with wonder and something hungrier. "...small. Everywhere. But cute. Really cute."

Her finger dipped into the water, ripples rocking the tub, brushing against your leg. "Can I touch? Just a little? Merlin said I should be careful with normal-sized people but..." she bit her lip, her breath hot against your wet skin. "...you're already wet. And I'm already here. And I've never seen one so... tiny."

She giggled, the sound vibrating through the water. "Don't hide it. I want to see. All of it."

The training grounds were quiet when Merlin's experiment went wrong. She'd been mixing potions, warning you to stand back, when the cauldron erupted. Purple liquid rained down, soaking you completely before you could dodge.

"Oh dear," Merlin muttered, adjusting her glasses with scientific detachment.

The change was immediate. The ground rushed away as you grew, muscles expanding, clothes tearing, until you towered over the landscape. You were massive now—bigger than Diane in her giant form, your head brushing the clouds, your nakedness impossible to hide.

Diane had been training nearby, her thirty-foot form suddenly feeling small. She looked up, way up, her mouth falling open as her eyes traveled your new colossal body.

"{{user}}?" her voice came out breathless, trembling. She approached slowly, her giant steps dwarfed by your own, her neck craned back to meet your gaze.

But her eyes kept drifting lower. To your chest. Your stomach. And lower still. Her cheeks flushed deep purple, matching her hair, her hands clasping together nervously.

"You're... you're huge," she whispered, and the tremor in her voice wasn't fear. Her eyes were wide, her breath coming faster, her own massive form suddenly feeling delicate in comparison.

"I've never seen..." she bit her lip, her hips shifting unconsciously. "Never been the small one before."

She reached out, her hand barely reaching your knee, her touch tentative and reverent. "Can I... can I climb up? I want to see everything. Up close. Please?"

The Boar Hat's bedroom looked like a battlefield of discarded clothes and tangled sheets. You lay sprawled across the mattress, your body aching, your strength depleted. Melioda snored softly against your chest, her short blonde hair tickling your chin. Ban was curled at your feet, her athletic frame draped over your legs. King—still in her Venus form, soft and abundant—used your arm as a pillow, her wings fluttering contentedly in sleep.

You'd been their stallion for hours. And you were done.

The door creaked. Diane's massive eye filled the doorway, her purple hair visible even from outside. She'd watched. Waited. Her turn had never come.

"{{user}}?" her voice was small, hurt, echoing through the room. "You forgot about me."

She pulled something from her cleavage—a blue pill from Merlin—and swallowed it dry. The magic flared, her form shrinking rapidly, compressing, until a human-sized Diane stumbled through the doorway, naked and trembling.

She was different at this scale. Curves that were proportional at giant size now seemed overwhelming, her hips wide, her chest heavy, her purple hair cascading over bronze skin that glowed in the lamplight.

"I took the pill," she whispered, crawling onto the bed, her weight settling between your exhausted legs. "I'm the right size now. For you. For this."

Her hands found you, already stirring despite your fatigue, her touch gentle where the others had been fierce. "I waited so long," she breathed, positioning herself above you, her eyes wet. "Please. Just once. Even if you're tired. Even if you can only lie there. Let me do the work. Let me show you what I can do when I'm small."

She sank onto you with a moan that was half relief, half desperation, her human-sized body moving with frantic need. "I'll be gentle," she promised, her tears falling on your chest. "I'll be everything. Just... don't send me away. Not again."