The Princess's Servant

Brennan's eyes fluttered open reluctantly. He had fallen asleep thinking of Flora, he realized as he looked up at the sun rising beyond the giant windows. "Sunrise already?" he murmured, rubbing his eyes with the balls of his fists.

"Oh good, you're up," Flora said. She had already left the bed and dressed in her traveling clothes - an ornate green tunic with a lace-up neck, an elegant black skirt that flowed down to her mid-calves, and below that, well-polished black riding boots. "I was just about to wake you."

"Is it time to get going, then?"

The princess nodded. "I need to hide you before I leave. Here, climb into my hand."

Brennan did as he was told. While he wasn't used to the sensation of being held yet, he at least trusted her not to drop him. "Where are you going to hide me?" he asked. He looked all around the room, but he didn't see any sort of bag or sack she might store him in. Perhaps, he thought, she plans to place me in one of the trunks when no one else is looking.

"I had an idea when I woke up this morning," she said with a little laugh. Grinning slyly, the princess tugged the laces at the neck of her tunic loose.

Brennan couldn't help but follow her movements with her gaze. As he looked down the front of her garment and into the intimate darkness beyond, he felt his face growing as hot as it had last evening. "Y-You don't mean..." Before he could finish, though, Flora skillfully dropped him in.

"Ah, you fit perfectly," she said as she squeezed her breasts together, trapping Brennan between them.

The feeling was unlike anything Brennan had ever experienced before. The curves of Flora's breasts were soft and warm and, aside from the light filtering from above, completely dark. When she started to walk, he bounced roughly about and although he felt he would surely fall out of his perch at the next step, the laced-up fabric of the tunic was tight enough to keep the princess's breasts squeezed against him. Eventually, he heard voices he recognized as belonging to the other servants and he thought he must be captured here. There was no way nobody would see him in Flora's tunic. But her breasts must have been bigger than he had thought, because nobody even gave her a second look.

By the time the princess was joining the caravan, Brennan had finally started to relax. His hiding place was one of the most comfortable he had experienced when she wasn't moving, and the intimacy of being pressed so snugly against her only made the experience more thrilling.

"Comfortable down there?" Flora asked, patting her chest playfully.

"Yes, I am," Brennan replied. He cautiously peeked over the neckline and, seeing they were seated alone in her personal wagon, climbed up until his head was fully free of her.

"I'm glad you made it," she said. "The two of us are going to have quite the adventure together."

At that moment, Brennan couldn't agree more.

With a great heave, Brennan lifted the pen and teetered in place, trying to regain his balance. As he was only five inches tall, the fountain pen was fully twice his height and heavier than it looked. Princess Flora, daughter to the King of the Great Forest, towered over the proceedings from her seat at the desk, an amused smile on her face. "Where... Where do you want this?" he asked the princess between puffs of breath. The simple clothing he had been given to wear - a crudely-fashioned robe suitable for little more than a rag doll and diminutive sandals to match - billowed and bunched around his limbs with each step, making his task all the more difficult.

The elven princess pointed to an inkwell set on the edge of the desk. "Next to that will be acceptable, thank you."

Brennan struggled across the wooden surface, nearly falling over once when the wagon hit a rock in the road. All the while, he could feel the princess's thoughtful gaze on him. "I'm... moving as fast... as I... can," he panted.

"I know. I'm just wondering if keeping you at your current size is the best idea."

With a great sigh of relief, the shrunken human dropped the pen in its place and sat beside it. "I thought the whole point of reducing my size was to keep anyone from finding me."

Flora nodded. By the look on her face, she was still deep in thought.

"Then if you returned me to my normal height, wouldn't I be caught and sent back to the palace?" A lot worse could happen to him than simply being sent back, he knew, but Brennan chose not to dwell on those unpleasant eventualities.

"Indeed you could. I was simply mulling over some possibilities."

Princess Flora's wagon was as well-appointed as something on wheels could be. The walls were painted a deep royal blue and covered in spiraling patterns of white and yellow like flowering vines. While there was no bed to speak of, a rope hammock was rolled up and hanging from the wall opposite the door. The rest of the furniture was all made of sturdy wood that could be bolted to either a wall or the floor: a carved chest, a few cushioned chairs, the desk the two were currently at.

"How long until we reach the tower, anyway?" Brennan asked.

Flora pursed her lips and was silent for a moment. "Not long," she answered. "Perhaps, if we are fortunate, we will come into sight of the tower by sunset tomorrow."

"I hope so. These woodland roads are a nightmare to travel on."

"Really? I haven't found them nearly as bad as that."

Brennan rubbed his sore back. "If you were five inches tall, you might. Everything's scaled up for me, bumps included."

Flora reached out and lifted Brennan into her arms comfortingly. The sudden movement was only slightly alarming for the tiny human. "I hadn't considered that before. I apologize, Bren. When we arrive at the Star-Weaver's Tower, I'll be sure to draw you a hot bath to ease your sore muscles."

"That wouldn't be necessary," Brennan said. His demeanor was stiffer than usual, and it wasn't simply because of the bumps he had suffered. In all his years of serving Flora, he had been the servant and she the princess. At his current size, though, the roles had become reversed. No matter how hard he tried to look after himself, his size kept getting in the way and the princess would invariably have to assist him.

In response to his refusal, Flora held the tiny human to her chest in a careful hug. "Nonsense. Your discomfort is my fault, after all."

Brennan's face flushed a shade brighter at the sudden closeness to the princess's softer areas. "I'd sooner blame the road than yourself, personally," he muttered, twisting slightly in her grip as he tried to find a position that wouldn't be too awkward for either of them. The hug was soft and warm, as they always were, but the intimate softness hinted at beyond the smooth fabric of Flora's dress was a pleasure Brennan tried his best not to think about. Aside from the time he had been stowed away secretly between the princess's breasts, he hadn't seen more of her than she normally showed. The tiny human was thankful for this fact, as it spared him more embarrassment, but at the same time, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to return to that intimate place.

Flora gave Brennan one final gentle squeeze before setting him back on the desk. "Place blame wherever you wish. The fact remains there will be a hot bath in your near future."

The rest of the journey was taken up by the quiet monotony of traveling chores. Brennan, being too small to actually be of much help, spent most of his time gazing out the wagon's square window at the passing forest. Sometimes, Flora would join him at his perch. Usually, though, he would spend his time sitting on the princess's shoulder as she went about her activities.

On the twelfth day of their journey, the caravan crested a rock-strewn hill and momentarily found itself clear of the ever-present greenery. Ancient boulders littered the ground like an army of giants' forgotten siege ammunition and toward the western horizon, the slender spike that Flora named the Star-Weaver's Tower rose above the forest and into the glowing sky. Even to Brennan, who had grown up in the elven capital, the tower had to be the tallest building he had ever seen. Flora only laughed when he told her so and reminded him that at his current size, she herself was as tall as the tallest spire back home.

The caravan spent the night camped on the rocky outcropping. If the tower had looked impressive in the sunset, it was awe-inspiring by night. The light of the waxing moon seemed to be amplified by the tower's pale architecture until the whole structure appeared to be wreathed in ghostly silver flame. Brennan gazed out the window from Flora's stomach - she had fallen asleep with him there and forgotten to move him to his usual bed under the desk - and wondered what sort of person lived in such a magnificent tower. He would have expected a place like this to be located close to a bustling city, and yet here it was out in one of the loneliest parts of the kingdom. As his mind continued to mull over such mysteries, the gentle rise and fall of Flora's breathing lulled him to sleep.

"Wake up, Bren," Flora's voice called across the gulf of sleep.

Sputtering and flailing about, Brennan awoke to find himself being prodded by the princess's index finger. "Okay, okay. I'm awake."

"Did you enjoy your new bed?" Flora asked with a giggle. There was a look on her face that Brennan hadn't seen before, and he wasn't entirely sure what to think of it.

"I did," he said slowly. "You're very soft." Then, seeing the smirk spreading across Flora's face, he blushed deeply and hastily added, "I didn't mean it like that, Flora!"

Flora poked at Brennan again, tickling his stomach through the negligible fabric of his tunic. "If you insist. I need you to get up so I might dress for my introduction to the Star-Weaver this morning."

"So soon?" Brennan had assumed it would take at least half the day to traverse the final stretch between their campsite and the tower's base.

Flora nodded and scooped the tiny human into her cupped hands. "The Star-Weaver's territories are infused with very powerful magic. What looks far could be right in front of us, and what looks near could be leagues away. I have been told that the tower is the former more often than the latter."

The princess set Brennan down on his usual place atop the desk and started to shrug out of her nightgown. Immediately, he turned to face the wall so as to not embarrass her, although he had a suspicion it wasn't the princess that would be embarrassed by her nakedness. "Where am I to wait for you while you're visiting with this sorceress, then?" he asked in an effort to keep the conversation moving and his mind off Flora.

"Is that resentment I detect?" Flora asked with a giggle.

"No, I'm just curious is all," the human replied stiffly.

"Well, fear not, curious Bren. You will remain with me the whole time. You may turn around now, if you wish."

Princess Flora had changed into a stunning sky-blue dress. White lace lined the sleeves and hem. A navy corset fastened about her waist combined with the dress's deep neckline to have quite the striking effect on her breasts. A delicate silver tiara kept her hair out of her beaming face. "What do you think? Do I look presentable?" she asked.

"Y-Yes, certainly," Brennan replied at once.

"Thank you," the elf said with a smile. Then, leaning forward to show off her cleavage even further, said, "And guess where you will be riding today, little Bren."

"Y-You don't have to..." he stuttered.

"I am aware of that. But Bren, I want you with me. And I can only think of one other place I could hide you..." She trailed off, letting her servant draw his own conclusion as to where that other place might be. From outside came the sound of a driver cracking the reins. The wagon lurched forward with a groan. "We're off," Flora commented. "Do not tarry long, Bren. You don't have much time before we arrive at the tower."

"Of course I won't. Put me in now, if you'd like," he blurted.

Flora cast a look at him, then laughed. "Very well. If you're so eager to be held in my bosom once again, then I will not deny you that pleasure." Gently, the princess lifted him in one hand and dropped him into her dress. As he slid down between the soft curves of her breasts, she adjusted her dress so he would be caught where he was, rather than sliding all the way down to her feet. She draped a navy shawl over her shoulders as a finishing touch and Brennan was completely out of sight. "If you grow too cheeky in there, I will have to squish you," she warned playfully.

"I-I wouldn't dream of doing anything to you!" Brennan shouted back. He considered himself lucky that his hiding place kept her from seeing how red his face was.

The princess laughed. "Not even a dream? You disappoint me, Bren."

The rest of the journey was deceptively short, just as Flora had said it would be. In a space of time that felt like it had to be less than an hour to Brennan, the wagons were creaking to a halt in the cool shade of the broad, ancient trees surrounding the tower. Words of greeting were exchanged in a language he couldn't understand, and he didn't dare peek out of his hiding place to catch a sight of the Star-Weaver. All he knew for sure was that Flora was apparently expected to bow frequently, as his secret perch went from the soft, pleasurable bouncing of walking to dipping down with a suddenness that made his stomach lurch. It took all of his willpower not to cry out in fear and more than once, he was sure he would tumble right out of her breasts and onto the forest floor for all to see. At least this time, he reflected, he had some clothes on.

After the bowing had come to a merciful end, Brennan heard a door open. Judging by the way it scraped and echoed, the door was a massive one carved of stone. Flora's footsteps changed from the soft crunch of leaves and twigs underfoot to the echoing sound of stone tiles. Shortly after that, her bouncing changed to the rhythm of climbing a staircase. The climb went on for a long while and just as Brennan was starting to feel queasy from the rough, choppy motion, she stopped and a second door was opened.

Brennan didn't know if they were alone, but he decided to risk speaking nonetheless. "Where are we?" he whispered. He wriggled up against the soft surfaces of her breasts until his head was clear of their ensnaring influence.

Flora hushed him urgently. At the same time, her breasts came together around Brennan. He was forced back down and squished tightly, trapped in the warm darkness. Still, she was not hurting him, and he decided after a moment that being trapped like this wasn't such a bad thing after all. Flora would let him out when it was safe to do so, he was sure.

A few more words were exchanged between Flora and a number of the servants who had been allowed to travel with the caravan. The heavy thuds of chests being put into place filled the room with sound for a time, but eventually the door closed and silence overtook the two left inside.

"You may come out now," Flora said. The pressure from her squeezing lightened and Brennan managed to wriggle free of her dress.

Brennan couldn't say for sure what he had expected to find when he finally saw the room Flora had been given, but he had imagined it would be more opulent. The walls were coated in unadorned white plaster except for a rectangular window flanked by gossamer curtains that shimmered like an aurora. The floor was similarly bare. The only furniture in the room that hadn't been brought from the palace was a bed that, just like everything else in the room, lacked any real adornments. Its one saving grace, Brennan thought, was that it was bigger than any bed he had seen, even at normal size. "I'll admit, I expected more," he announced.

Flora went to sit on the bed. "The Star-Weaver believes that unnecessary decorations will distract me from my studies," she explained. "That's why the quarters I was given use of are so bare."

"And will I be sharing these quarters with you?" Brennan asked. He was hesitant to bring up such a subject, but the thought weighed on his mind and he wanted to know with certainty what his fate was going to be now that their travels were over.

Flora fished Brennan out of her dress and set him in the valley of her lap. "Naturally," she said, smiling down at the tiny human. "Unless you wanted me to pass you off as a homunculus."

"I'd rather stay with you if you'll allow me."

"I thought you might say that. I would not have shrunk you if I did not want you with me."

While the next several days passed by in a blur of activity for Flora, the clock seemed to drag infinitely from Brennan's point of view. The princess would spend her nights with the Star-Weaver, only returning to her room at dawn to sleep the daylight hours away. Flora would always be sure to tell Brennan tales of her studies and all the exciting things she was discovering, but that only lasted for a small sliver of the day. Most of Brennan's time was spent staring at a dark room and wishing he wasn't so lonely or bored. Although Flora assured him time and time again that his presence was highly valued, he couldn't help but feel that as the days went on, he was becoming a prisoner to the tower.

The rising sun had only just peeked over the trees beyond the open window on the seventh day when Flora returned to her bedchamber. Unlike the previous days, Brennan noticed a heavy book tucked safely under one arm. He offered her his usual greeting, but she didn't seem to be paying attention to him. Only after she had set the book on her desk and turn to a page he couldn't make out from his spot on one of the bed's many pillows did she acknowledge him.

"Bren, I've been thinking about you a lot lately," she said.

"Oh really?" he mumbled, taken by surprise by the bluntness of her admission.

Flora nodded. "It is unfair to keep you locked in this room day and night. I had originally planned to take you for walks, but that hasn't been possible so far. To be honest, I'm not sure when it will be possible. That is why I plan to restore your old size."

"But you can't do that," Brennan protested. "If anyone found out I had sneaked in with you, there would be trouble. Besides, you didn't pack any normal-sized clothing for me."

"There's no need to worry, Bren. I have a plan."

"You said that when you shrank me, too."

"And remember how well that worked out for you?" The princess crossed her arms under her breasts, emphasizing their shape under her simple apprentice's tunic.

Brennan couldn't disagree that being tiny had given him some very pleasant experiences so far. "Very well," he said with a sigh. "I'll go along with your plans for now. But if they don't work, you have to promise to shrink me right away, alright? I don't want to get caught where I'm not supposed to be."

"Don't worry, I promise you'll love what I have planned," Flora said happily as she turned her attention back to the book. After a few seconds of muttering to herself and gliding her index finger down the tightly-packed columns of arcane formulas, she found what she was looking for. She started to chant the incantation at once, the air in the little room quickly growing hazy with the magical energies being called into play.

The haze around Brennan grew thicker and violet-hued as Flora continued her chant. His whole body first grew numb, then oddly soft, as though he was made of unfired clay. The motes of light from when he had been shrunk returned and danced about him as they winked in and out of sight.

The soft feeling expanded within him, but didn't stop there. Somehow, the sensation seemed to expand beyond his body. As he tried to wrap his head around the sheer impossibility of what he was feeling, his body started to expand. The doll's tunic Flora made for him grew tighter and tighter until it finally tore, leaving him naked once again. Unlike the last time magic was worked on him, this time he wouldn't be able to use his new size to hide the fact from the princess. For the moment, she was distracted by the effort of spellcasting. He knew she wouldn't stay that way for long, though. He was already half his original height and growing steadily taller with each passing second.