A wall orbits Malfoy Manor. It's of grey stone, and it's enchanted.
From over its top, the head and upper neck of a ball python appear. Connie looks around, and flicks her tongue. Far up ahead, she sees the house...in literal black-and-white. Her new master is in there...she just knows it...
The wall's enchantments don't seem to forbid Connie much, as she slithers right over the wall, and falls to the ground, coils-first, on the other side. From there, she proceeds towards the house...
In an upstairs loo, Agatha applies makeup. She's in a mint-green sundress. A little fashionable for boot camp, Mickey thinks...but then, if she'd wear it to the Ministry, then surely she can wear it to boot camp...
As small as a bug, Mickey walks the floor, near her foot. And it's a VERY gorgeous foot. Agatha just painted its nails.
"Are you really going to go off to boot camp," Mickey asks, his voice bewitched with the Sonorus charm, "and leave me like this for a month?"
"I'm sure Step-Mom will help you out. She may dress like a whore, but at least she's one of the nicest women I've met. TOO nice, if you asked some of the girls I share a dorm with at school."
"That's...not really an experience I anticipate."
"Well, I can't brew you the antidote. I'm about to leave, and I'm not coming back for thirty days; Ministry's orders...as much as I hate admitting it when the Ministry's right."
"I do too, but..."
"Mickey? You'll be fine. Right now, I need to go to boot camp."
She keeps preparing herself. Silence follows. From the floor, Mickey looks up at his giantess girlfriend. NOW he can see up her skirt...
"Uh, Agatha? What...exactly is it that I drank, and...why the hell were you about to drink it?"
She sighs. "It's...a potion."
"I know that, but... Why?"
"I brewed it...as a means of keeping myself humble at boot camp. For a girl, it can numb her to her sense if identity, and become whoever she has to be, to suit the needs of whatever team effort she participates in. But for a guy..."
"YES; I know. And I'm paying for it. I'm sorry. I had NO idea why I drank it. I heard voices, calling me..."
"Those were likely the girls I'm going to boot camp with. I know they can sound seductive, if you don't know what they mean."
Mickey smiles, and frowns. "Of course. 'Your team..."
"As I said, I would brew you an antidote. But in order to do that, I'd have to re-brew the potion. I'm not sure how much you remember about potions from Potions class, but a lot of potions take time to brew. That one was no exception."
"I get it." He looks around, and sighs. "I have NO idea how I'm going to stay sane, down here, for a month...but I'm sure I can manage."
She finishes, and crouches. "I KNOW you can, Mickey. Small or big, I have faith in you."
With her two huge hands, she scoops him up. They're very nice hands...and they smell like she's scented them, recently. He's like a bug in them.
"I'll be back. And when we come back, we can pick up our summer together where it left off."
She sets him on her nightstand, in her chambers. He's lying in the cup of one of her green bras. To him, it's like a tent. He's still in the same briefs as before.
She smiles down upon him. Mickey just wishes her skirt were shorter; he could see up it.
"One day, I could teach you patience. I KNOW you have it in you... But again, I owe the Ministry four weeks of my time...and two days. Just...stick around here, and...try to avoid the kneazels."
At this, Mickey shudders. He knows the Selwyns have got a lot of cats around here. Hell, even the Malfoys don't exactly have just one...
"Anyway, I gotta go." She kisses her hand, and lightly swats Mickey with it. "Stay safe!" With that, she leaves.
If Mickey wasn't so overwhelmed by her swat, he'd ogle her ass, on her way out. Oh well; nobody ever said that any girlfriend was perfect.
Downstairs, she hauls her trunk to the grate. She's in flats. Pumps just don't do this occasion justice. Plus, they're probably going to dress her in new, less fashionable attire at boot camp...
She gets to the grate. Lucky for her, the house-elves keep a fire going this early, on July mornings. She takes some Floo powder from a jar nearby, and throws it into the flames. The flames blaze even more brightly than before, and green.
"Boot camp," she shouts, "reception depot!" With that, she marches right into the fire, and vanishes. Behind her, the flames get weaker, and return to their normal orange.
Outside, it's getting hotter. So, house-elves appear, and put one of their own weathering charms on the grate. This conjures a raincloud, which irrigates the flames until they die. Once they're dead, the grate floods, and washes the ashes away.
Agatha's gone...for a sole moon cycle. And now, for Mickey, the crucible he never expected to endure at Malfoy Manor begins. He shouldn't be so dismayed. More than once, a dark wizard has used Malfoy Manor as HQ for his operations...sometimes at the expense of the Malfoy family patriarch...and not to mention his women and kids.
On Agatha's nightstand, Mickey looks around. Everything is SO much bigger. Her lamp is taller than any tower he's ever been to. And some of the other Slytherin witches he's dated have cast illusionment charms on him, compeling him to imagine exotic towers like the Eiffel one in Paris, and the leaning one in Pisa. Even so, neither one of those was NEARLY as overwhelming as her lamp is, here.
The lamp does make use of an electric light bulb. It does NOT, alas, make use of electricity. In British wizardry, they simply bewitch the lamp to light itself, and stay lit for as long as house-elves (usually, here) say so.
There's also a snow globe, up here with Mickey. It's as big as a colosseum. And the brace of swans, inside it, are both probably big enough for Mickey to ride on them...if they were animated. (The swans are facing each other, and touching bills, hence simulating the shape of a heart with their necks; a common fashion fad that sure can't seem to die with time... Not that Mickey minds...) He just minds when such swans are bigger than he is. In the world he's from, their hands don't stand past his waist, when they're standing upright.
Outside, Genghis Connie prowls around, looking for a way inside. She follows her new master's scent...with her tongue...
Here and there, she hears a kneazel. She panics, and hides behind some shrubs, waiting for them to pass. Somehow, they always do. If Connie didn't know any better, she'd say that the Selwyns' kneazels are just as scared of her, as she is of them...
Mickey hears the kneazels' meowing outside, and trembles each time. He's sure he's like a mouse, now, to some of them...
He trembles. And as he does, his own manly scent is inadvertently spread throughout the house.
In another room, Ms. Shelestenko lies on her back...in a white bikini. Her boobs tower over her chest, like domes. Other than that, she's very massive...and yet, still somehow maintains a narrow waistline...
It takes a while for Mickey's scent to reach her nose. It's bound to happen at some point...and it does.
She wakes, and takes a deep breath, through her nose. She rolls over on her side, and looks around. Within her bra, her boobs inflate; she adjusts her bra to accommodate. And...she adjusts her hair.
Some naughty impulses enter her mind. Within her panties, her pussy seems to share her ambition...
She stands in the doorway of her own chambers, and looks around. She follows the smell upstairs, and down the hall...
Her ass passes a painting of a medieval knight. As it does, his visor flips right up, and his gaze follows her ass, as it wanders right past his face...
She leaps forward, into her stepdaughter's chambers...and looks around.
On the nightstand, Mickey sees the giantess, and gasps. She's huge and gorgeous...and makes him hard.
His gasp reaches her ears. Slowly, her head turns around. Her green-eyed gaze follows all of the unusual features of the room all the way to the surface of the nightstand. Very slowly, her gaze...and her huge boobs...close in on Mickey's location.
Mickey's been spotted...by his girlfriend's busty stepmother. And with boobs that huge, Mickey would have to be either inhuman or gay to not be hard for her.
Mickey isn't sure if she plans to re-size him to normal, in her stepdaughter's absence... But the more Mrs. Malfoy looks down upon him like that, the more he begins to perceive that that's hardly on her agenda...as much as it'd probably make her stepdaughter happy...and not to mention himself...
Alas, Mickey'd be lying, if he said he wasn't enjoying this...more than Agatha would want him to...