Into the Vanessaverse

When Vanessa had a spare moment from her scheming, mischief and calisthenics classes, she loved to window shop. The Magic Market was the perfect dimension to do it, being the primary mecca for sorcerers and witches to hawk their wares to other similar-minded spell crafters.

The open-air design was nice too.
On such a day, Vanessa glided across the ground leisurely, examining the new stalls. Nothing really stood out to her just then, however, all the same products. She was fine on alchemical goods, for instance, and her soul jar was still half full. Or was it half empty?

“Excuse me?”

A sudden voice jolted Vanessa from her daydreaming. She looked around, partially out of caution for an ambush. Yet to her surprise, she saw nothing around her. No other individuals in her line of sight.

“Down here.”

Baffled, Vanessa looked downwards obediently, and found the voice’s source. It was a kobold, a blue one, much shorter than herself for certain. No wonder she wasn’t visible, then.

“Aww, look at you,” Vanessa cooed, bending down to inspect her new onlooker. “Aren’t you adorable? Am I giving off dragon vibes again and you want to serve me? Yes you do, yes you do!”

The kobold bristled, stepping back in mild irritation. “Please don’t patronize me,” she said. “No, I’m not looking for a dragon, I’m looking for a sale.”

Vanessa blinked. “Hmm?”

The kobold sighed. “Have you noticed what you’re standing in front of?”

Vanessa lifted her head as she stood up straight, taking a good look at where she was exactly. In front of her was a small vending stall, albeit one that looked strikingly minimalist. There wasn’t even a table in place. All that was there was an ornate and exotic rug, complete with several elaborate lamps resting atop the rug. A sign was placed on the wall, reading “Geniefication Station”. The witch could easily piece things together from there.

“So, you’re a genie kobold?” Vanessa asked.

“Of course,” the kobold nodded. “My name is Tumbeh, and this is my stall. We make everyone’s wishes come true, quite literally.”

Vanessa nodded in understanding and appreciation, recognizing the effort it would take to run a genie-themed stall in this magic economy. But then she laughed.

“Adorable,” she said, her dismissive nature grating on Tumbeh. “Unfortunately, darling, I am Vanessa. Also known as the most powerful spellcaster in the known multiverse. Anything a genie can do, I can do better.”

With Vanessa breaking one of the cardinal rules of basic convention courtesy-do not mock a vendor’s wares-Tumbeh internally sighed to herself. So much for a sale, she thought. That ego, however, could do with a right cracking-down. She forced a smile, already plotting in advance for her payback.

“Well, you haven’t seen my genies,” Tumbeh insisted. “May I interest you in a demonstration all the same?”

“Sure, sure,” Vanessa waved off. “Absolutely. It would be good for another laugh.”

We’ll see who’s laughing last, Tumbeh thought to herself. She was skilled with magic, no doubt; a flick of her wrist, and she could wring Vanessa dry. But where was the fun in that? Why not prolong Vanessa’s comeuppance, and have it be her own fault to boot? Now THAT was a scheme to be proud of.

The kobold merely walked onto her rug, gesturing to her many lamps. “Each one may contain a unique personality,” she said. Technically not a lie; most were empty, and she lived in one herself, so there may indeed be a unique genie. “Once you give the lamp a rub, your genie will come into creation, ready to serve.” Again, not lies. Not technically, anyway.

Once more, Vanessa gave a dismissive wave. “I know how a genie lamp works,” she said. Nevertheless, she browsed the wares idly, examining them all. Nothing she hadn’t seen before, she supposed. Though the light purple one caught her eye. Yes, that purple metal gleamed in the sun, a beacon of energy in a tiny package. If she were going to window shop anything, it may as well be that.

“It’s even my color,” Vanessa dryly quipped, picking up the lamp. It felt incredibly light, lighter than metal should have been. This wasn’t anything new, of course; genies weighed practically nothing when condensed inside a lamp. Still, it did make it hard to tell if anything was actually inside of it. Could be a scam. There was only one way to tell for sure.

She started to gently rub the side of the lamp, feeling how smooth it was. Clean, untouched, like new. Yet try as she might, no matter how much she rubbed, the lamp remained still. No movement or smoke spewed out. Not even a spark of energy. It was indeed empty.

Vanessa turned her head to look at Tumbeh, unamused. The kobold continued to smile endearingly, seemingly oblivious to the witch’s mood shift.

“Is this a joke?” she asked Tumbeh. “It’s empty.”

Callously, she dropped the lamp to the ground, hearing a satisfying TINK of metal hitting the ground, even through the rug. She glided closer to Tumbeh, annoyed.

“So much for genie power,” she said. “You can’t go around conning people like this. That’s my schtick.”

Tumbeh said nothing through Vanessa’s scolding. She didn’t even flinch. She just…smiled. The unbroken expression was starting to unnerve even a trained sorceress like Vanessa, who started to lose steam from the sight alone. A breeze had started up, too, giving the witch a chill on her back…

Something was very, very wrong here.

The breeze picked up, feeling ever stronger. Curiously enough, it was moving away from Vanessa, yet only her back could feel it. Like the suction of a vacuum, even. It…It couldn’t be.

She whipped her head around, seeing nothing but feeling everything. She was sure that purple lamp had fallen to its side, so how was it standing upright again? And that suction…surely it wasn’t the lamp’s doing, was it? For such a tiny structure to cause so much pressure, it was clear she misjudged a genie’s potential, drastically.

Tumbeh finally broke her silence with a shrug. “Hey, you dent it, you buy it,” she said. “Or in this case, you work it off.”

Vanessa’s worry and fear turned to irritation as she glared at the kobold. “Why you–” she demanded, trying to dive for the genie. Her legs, however, refused to press forward. If anything, she started sliding backwards with each step, her hands clawing at the air. Her lower body felt weak, immobile.

The suction kicked in to a fierce intensity now, focused squarely on Vanessa alone. Her legs started to quiver and shake, like freshly-made gelatin. Then, to her surprise, they began lifting off of the ground outright-and even worse, started stretching. They extended themselves farther and farther, their width rapidly decreasing with every inch of length added. They tapered into a fine point, no larger than fishing wire, before reaching the lamp’s spout. She could feel her legs sliding in piece by piece, her incredibly tiny frame feeling every square inch of the inside.

“Nngh…No!” she called in desperation, flailing ever wildly in a mad attempt to break free, to escape. It was far too late for such thoughts, however; all the flailing did was amuse Tumbeh, who watched Vanessa’s karma play out with barely-restrained glee.

Vanessa’s legs slipped through the miniscule opening with ease, and for every bit that entered, more of her began to stretch out, much as her limbs did. Her waist compressed upon itself; a century’s worth of pleasure forcing itself through with the tightening of her loins. She couldn’t help but moan despite herself, the intensity far too much to withstand. All the while her body was slowly being tugged closer to the lamp, the rod reeling in its catch.

When she was close enough, even with half of her body squished inside an unknown void, Vanessa clamped her hands onto the lamp itself. She started to push on it, hard, anything to force leverage and get some break. Try as she might, no such leverage came, her hands gently sliding across the surface as she dwindled ever closer.

Then it got to her breasts, the largest asset she had. The moment they collided with the spout entrance, the entire suction was immensely slowed. Not even such a powerful energy could easily squeeze the boobs of an eldritch entity, it seemed. The suction was still present, however; it was only a matter of time before it finished the job.

Tumbeh loomed over the witch now, her size no longer a disadvantage. She smirked at Vanessa, who could only stare up, helpless to resist.
“Alright, point made,” she pled. “I’m sorry. I get what you meant when you were talking about your genie powers. Now could you–“

Her request for salvation was interrupted when Tumbeh planted a dainty foot against Vanessa’s head. She looked up, staring at the exposed sole, just long enough for the kobold to start pressing against her. The extra force, plus the lamp taking up an even stronger suction to compensate, started moving Vanessa’s breasts, and they too began squishing into near-nothingness to properly fit her new prison.

She could only gasp as the rest of the process went incredibly quickly, the rest of her mammary a memory. Her arms slipped against the metal lamp, before losing grip outright, slurped into the spout like two individual noodles. Her neck started compressing, silencing Vanessa fully. She was forced to upturn her head, holding her breath and puffing her cheeks all the while, left with no other defense from her inevitable entrapment.

When Vanessa’s head finally started to feel the effects of intense stretching, her perception of time became even more warped than it already was. Her senses blurred, her vision blank; she could only feel the sensation of someone squeezing her head like a stress ball. Tighter, tighter, being pulled down and down, until–

POP!

With that last sound, Vanessa had vanished into the lamp, nary a trace exposed. Nothing physical, anyway. The lamp remained stationary, but it did seem to shimmer more, a faint purple glow around every visible surface, and a wisp of purple smoke now emanating from the tip. Tumbeh smirked, picking up the lamp by the handle.

“Impressed yet?” she asked. “My wares are top-notch, aren’t they? More powerful than your own skills, clearly.”

Vanessa did not answer, nor did Tumbeh expect her too. A genie inside a lamp had no awareness of the outside world, usually-the kobold was a rare exception. Time, too, had absolutely no meaning, thus the heavily compressed witch could be trapped for a millennium and still be under the impression she was just captured minutes prior.

Tumbeh wasn’t that cruel, however. Nor was she feeling as malicious as Vanessa acted. A bit of mischief, some hard work, and she’d cut the witch loose. Not that she’d tell her that.

The kobold began rubbing the lamp gently, watching as the small wisp of smoke started heavily intensifying, spraying out more clouds than a fog machine. These clouds started condensing in one spot, as the rest of Vanessa started sliding out.

The end result was an exact reversal of her entrance; she started out small, a mere string being tugged out of her prison, before swelling up large and thick, same as her proportions prior to entering. One notable difference, however, was her choice of wardrobe. No longer was she sporting her Gothic dress; instead, an ornate black bikini ensemble was on her body, with her hair tied back in a sporting ponytail. Gold bangles kept the hair in check, in addition to wrapping around her wrists, a symbol of her newfound servitude.

Vanessa looked over herself in shock, equal parts amazed and horrified at what she had become. “W-what did…” she demanded, before trailing off. Certainly the “Geniefication” part of the Station was not a lie. How far did it go, though? “What did you do to me, master?”

She clamped her hands over her mouth, as Tumbeh giggled. “As advertised,” she merely remarked. “And I really did outdo myself, didn’t I? Capturing an eldritch entity in one of my bottles? The magic community is gonna FLIP over this.”

She pondered what could be done next, with Vanessa at her thrall. “Well, seeing as I do have some wishes on call…” she said. “Vanessa, I wish you would advertise my business with a smile on your face.”

Absolutely not, Vanessa would have said normally. She was shocked, then, when her face contorted into a smile, thoughts of rebellion and escape giving way to servitude and obedience.

“Your wish is my command, master,” she said cheerfully. “I shall ensure you have plenty of shoppers at your beck and call.”

“Good,” Tumbeh waved off. Vanessa flew down the market, her lower half remaining attached to her bottle all the while, a metaphysical tether. Best to keep track of her current lodgings, after all. With her power, there was no question she could make good on her wish.

Tumbeh smirked, sitting down on her rug, legs crossed gently. She waited for the next passerby to arrive, drawn by the allure of genies and mystical treasure, perhaps enraptured by the idea of becoming a genie themselves. It was what she lived for. It was what she deserved.

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