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Elvira and the Witches Kids ch.6

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Months ago while babysitting Jeremy and Helga Carion, Elvira Peterson
was tickled, shrunk, asaulted by a mutated aunt, tickled, grown to
three times her normal height, shrunk and then bound. Now she’s back.




Elvira and the Witches Kids

by Mark S. Ogilvie

Part 6

Old potions never die


Elvira Peterson slowed her moped to a stop and took a deep breath.
A chill breeze curled around her, defeating the early evening spring
sunshine. Deepening shadows were growing slowly around her, but none
compared to Carrion Mansion. Weakly lit by the dying day, the mansion
loomed before her, it’s semi-gothic architecture deceptively welcoming.
“Stop it.” she scolded herself. “Houses are just wood and glass and
other stuff.”
If the mansion heard her it did not react. It just sat, as it had sat
for years on the small rise on the outskirts of town. A grey stone
wall surrounded the house, though it wasn’t really needed. Over many
years and after many unexplained occurences (not to mention a few
disappearances) no one in town was fool enough to go near the mansion.
“Well, almost no one.” she whispered, getting off of her moped. But
then, she thought, I really don’t have much choice.
As it had done months before the wrought iron gate opened on it’s own,
but something new had been added to it. A black gargoyle’s face glared
at her as the gate swung back. Pitted and scared by the elements the
face seemed to mutely curse her. Hurrying past it Elvira jogged up to
the front steps. Leaning the moped to one side she picked up her pack
and walked over to the door. Two more gargoyle head knockers stared at
her. She knocked, then took a step back as the sound shook the house.
“Get a grip.” she told herself crossly. “Your not a rookie.” Elvira
was pretty by almost any standard, though not stunningly beautiful by
Hollywood standards. She stood about halfway over five feet, with long
brown hair that was currently tucked into a wool cap. Loose fitting
jeans and a Bruins warm up jacket further obscured a slight but
appealing figure. Her face was heart shaped, with rich brown eyes and
a slightly too small nose over a soft mouth.
The door opened and an extremely tall woman with crimson hair greeted
her.
“Welcome Elivra.” Lillith Carion said, retreating a little to let the
babysitter in. She was wearing a black sequined evening gown and looked
exoticly beautiful. Elvira walked in, setting her bag down near the
stairs. Carion Mansion had not changed in the few months she’d been
away. Infront of her a set of stairs led upward to the second floor,
branching off into the two main wings of the house. To her right was
the entrance to the dinning room, to her left the kitchen. At the top
of the stairs Jeremy and Helga Carrion stood and smiled at her. They
were twins, with the same crimson hair as their mother, his was cut
short, hers long. They both had nearly the same angelic face and both
bright green eyes. Both were wearing orange jumpsuits.
“Nice to see you again.” Jeremy said.
“At full size.” Helga added.
“Children.” Mrs. Carrion said, her tone one of warning as she put on
her coat. “I do not wish to hear of any unpleasentness on Monday. Is
that understood?”
“Yes mother.” Jeremy and Helga said at the same time, in the same
voice. The voice did nothing to reasure the babysitter.
“Here are the emergency numbers.” Mrs. Carrion said, handing Elvira a
small black book. Goodby.”
“See ya.” Elvria said.

“Okay.” Elvira said, marching up the stairs as soon as the door
closed. “A couple of things to clear up. First, where’s Aunt Petunia?”
“Father took her to a specialist in the old country.” Jeremy said.
“He was a little upset after she tried to eat us.”
“Yea? How did he feel about the two of you mutating her?”
“He said that it was: ‘excuseable youthfull exuberance’ Jeremy said.
“Of course, everyone mutates their aunt.”
“Why are you back with us?” Jeremy asked as they followed her down the
hallway. “I haven’t heard anything about Hell freezing over.”
“I need your help.”
“Our help?”
Elvira opened the door to her old room, noting that they had fixed up
the damage from her last visit. Going inside she threw her pack down on
the bed and turned to them.
“Yea, I’m still going up and down a lot.”
“The formulea is still active?”
“Good work Jeremy!” Helga exclaimed, slapping him on the back.
“I’m brilliant.” he agreed with false modesty.
“Hey!” Elvira protested. “Master mind! I’ve still got a problem.
Everytime I laugh too much or...”
“Engage in intercourse enough to reach an orgasmic level of
satisfaction?” Helga suggested as Elvira faltered.
“Yea.” Elvira said, blushing. “I either shrink or grow, or grow too
much.”
“Well as long as you avoid hillarity and sex you should be ok.” Jeremy
said.
“I’m a teenager Jeremy.”
“I didn’t know you were that promiscuous.”
“I’m not...”
“I hope your carefull.” Helga said.
“What?”
“She’s right,” Jeremy agreed, “the formulea could be transferable.”
“I wonder if her and her partner could grow simultaneaously?”
“Maybe, but I...”
“Enough!” Elvira shouted. Jumping off the bed she grabed the two
children by the throats. “Can you cure me?”
Jeremy hummed to himself and Elvira released them.
Keep your temper, she thought. They shrunk ya last time, who knows
what they’ve worked on since then.
“Was that a good hum or a bad hum?”
“That was a; ‘I’m running out of a air ‘ hum.” he said, rubbing his
neck. “But in answer to your first question: yes I think I can cure
you. But we’ll have to go the lab.”
“The lab.” Elvira repeated. “Okay lets go to the lab.”

As they walked through the corridors of Carion Mansion Elvira looked
around. The place was still the same, high ceilings, dark wood
paneling, a few tapestries and suits of armor. Ahead of her Jeremy and
Helga spoke in scientific terms. It sounded like gibberish. But that
same gibberish had once tickled her into submission, shrunk her, grown
her to normal size and then overgrown her before she had gotten away.
Trusting the two of them again was not the most pleasent alternative,
but it beat explaining things to her parents. Or ending up spending
another night in her little sisters Malibu Stacy dream house.
They came to the end of the corridor and stopped. Elvira braced
herself as Jeremy pulled a sword on one of the armored suits. The floor
vanished and they fell into darkness.

This time Elvira landed on her feet. Getting up slowly she looked
around. Jeremy and Helga bounced up and went over to a computer
console. The console was new, and big.
“I thought you went in for magic and alchemy and stuff.” Elvira said,
walking over to him. The sound of chemicals bubbling and boiling filled
the background, even as chemical scents asaulted her nose.
“I am, but there is no law that says a computer can’t hold a spell.”
he patted the console. “Father got this for me for my birthday.”
“Nice, I got a new hockey stick.” Elvira said, studdying the machine.
It looked like every computer she had ever seen on tv. A keyboard,
large monitor, dozens of dials and switches neatly arranged. Near the
top center was an outline and three empty holes. “Should I be worried
the manufacturers logo’s missing?”
“Not at all.” Jeremy said. “I’ve made extensive modifications.”
“Oh great.” Elvira muttered.
“Just give me a few seconds to call up your file.”
Leaving him to the machine Elvira wandered over to Helga. The little
girl was making a notation on a notepad. Suspended in mid air was a
small ball that looked like green jelly.
“Still working on bringing that doll to life?” Elvira asked.
“We did that already. “ Helga said. “She and Mr. Bear ran of and got
married. Thier on their honeymoon.”
“Oh.” the babysitters mind whirled for a moment as she tried to
picture a teddy bear with the spirit of an english buttler making love
to an animated barbie doll. “What’s that then?”
“A transformation pill.” Helga glanced up at her and smiled.
“Forget it.” Elvira said, backing away. “I’m not ending up as a spider
centaur.”
“That was Jeremy’s experiment.” the little girl protested, a hurt look
comming over her face. “I don’t turn people into spiders.”
“Sorry.”
Mollified Helga turned back to the experiment. Elvira gave her a ten
count before asking the inviteable question.
“What does it do?”
“Either a bird, a mouse or a cat, I’m not sure yet. Jeremy’s the one
who like nice orderly things, that’s why he went into science.”
“And you like things crazy?”
“Chaotic.” Helga agreed.
“Found the file.” Jeremy called. Elvira and Helga went over to the
computer and looked at the screen. A complex chain of chemicals was
dancing across the monitor.
“Pretty colors,” Elvira conceded, “what do they mean.”
“It is hard to say.” he punched the keyboard a few times and the
chemicals danced some more. “Can you tell me the exact moments and
circumstances when the changes took place?”
“Oh yea, it’s not something I foget easily. First time was about a
month after I left the fun house here. “
Elvira sighed, remembering.

“Polly’s hitting me!”
“I am not.”
“Settle down!” Elvira shouted, trying to keep the tray of snacks
ballanced as she moved across the room. Her sister Guinevere held court
on her bed, explaining to one and all how a perfect snowball was made.
Elsewhere around the room a cauldron of little girls sought mischeife.
“Everything alright dear?” the call came from her mothers room, a safe
fortress.
“Just fine mom!” Elvira called back, setting the tray down and pulling
back in time to avoid getting trampled. Impossible, she thought. There
must be more than four girls here.
Muffled; “Thank you’s” were heard.
Elvira closed the door, hoping her mother wouldn’t be tempted to get
out of bed. A broken leg needed time to heal, and she was determined to
give her mother that time.
“Game time!” Guinevere cried out. Where Elvira took after her fathers
side of the family, her sister leaned more toward her mother. Blonde
hair, cute face, arms and legs already surpassing her body, Guinever had
five or six years before growing into the true beauty she would become.
“One game only.” Elvira called back. “And everyone gets to play.”
“Darts.” Polly called out. Polly was the closest thing to a punk ten
year old Elvira had ever seen. She had blue highlights in her hair and
was a little pudgy.
“No sharp objects.”
“Makeovers.” Danielle called. She was the fashion plate of the group,
with great blue eyes and long black hair.
“No chemicals.”
“Doom.” Mary called, she loved either the computer or the tv, and had
the thick glasses to prove it.
“And let you near the computer again? Forget it.”
It went on like that for a while, Elvira rejecting one game after
another. Then Guenivere called out: “Twister!”

“What is Twister?” Jeremy asked.
“You never played?”
“If I had played, I would have known what the game was, and therefore I
would not have asked.”
He’s gonna be a principle when he grows up, Elvira thougtht.
“Twister is game where you place a mat on the floor. On the mat are
different coloured dots. Arranged in a criss cross pattern. A person
has a big color chart divided with parts of the body. You spin an
arrow and it lands on say Blue under left foot. The person on the mat
whose turn it is has to put his left foot on a blue dot. They have to
do it without taking there other feet or hands off the mat. At least
that’s the rules we used.”
“I bet Aunt Petunia could win that game.” Helga said.

The game seemed benign enough. At the very least Elvira thought it
would tire them out. She said ok and a space was cleared. The game
started off ok, with all four girls on the mat and Elvira spinning the
arrow. Soon the mat was a twisted mass of young girls. Then Guinevere,
reaching for a blue dot, brushed her hand against Polly’s foot. The
gigling started, and soon a full scale tickle war was in progress.
Elvira waded into the melee...

“Not a very bright thing to do.” Jeremy pointed out. The babysitter
ignored him and went on.

... and got tripped.
“Get her.” Guenivere shouted.
Eight little hands imediately roamed over her body, none more dangerous
that her little sister, who knew where to tickle. Elvira fought to get
up but it was no use. She was prepared to let the girls tire themselves
out when she felt a familiar feeling come over her. Desperately she
tried to escape, but it was too late. There was a tingling feeling on
her skin, the world was lit by strobe lights, her cloths suddenly felt
loose.
Then it was over and a now miniature Elvira crawled out from under her
cloths to the astonished stares of her charges.

“I take it your sister was surprised.”
“No kidding.” Elvira said.
“What did they do?” Helga asked.
“Well first I had a fun time explaining what was going on. Then I had
to convince them I wasn’t a toy. Finaly I spent the night modeling
Malibu Stacy outfits. Got to sleep in her dream house and worked my way
back to full size the next morning in the bathroom.”
“Tickling or masturbation?” Jeremy asked.
“Masturbation.” Elvira said blushing.
“What did you tell your sister?” Helga asked.
“I told her about you two, and that the effect wears off after a couple
of hours.”
“Why not tell her the truth?” Jeremy entered some more data into the
computer.
“She’s way to young.”
“We know.”
“But we’re more advanced than normal children.” Helga pointed out.
“Advanced isn’t the word I’d use.”
“When was the next time?”
“Well after that night word was out. “ An ironic smile graced Elvira’s
face. “Within a week I was the most popular babysitter in town. A
couple of parents even had a bidding war over me one night. Every kid
wanted to shrink me and play with thier new doll.”
“And you thought we were unique.” Jeremy said.
“Wrong word kid, wrong word. “ Elvira took a deep breath. “Well a
week after the party Polly and her little brother got me. They threw a
blanket over my head and kept tickling until I was small. After that I
spent the next few hours trying to stay afloat in their bathtub. Had a
dicey moment when Polly pulled the plug. Then there was the delightfull
time I had with Mary’s brother. He tied her up after I was shrunk and I
had to recite lines from: ‘Peter Pan’. Two weeks later I was
babysitting Danielle. She crawled under the couch and slapped two
handcuffs on my ankles. Once I was small I spent an hour behind her
radiator finding her lucky necklace, as well as two dollars in change,
five baseball cards and a nice mouse named Jerry. ”
“Did he say anything?” Helga asked.
“I was making the last part up.” Elvira told her.
“Shouldn’t do that.”
“Over the past few months nearly every kid in town has tried to shrink
me.” Elvira said, ignoring her. “A few have tried to take pictures
too. Mary taped me down on her scanner and I was nearly sent out on the
internet. All I need is for some kid to give his parents proof and...”
she paused, searching for the consequences. “Well I don’t know, but I
don’t want it to happen.”
“Have you grown overly large at all?” Jeremy asked.
“Once.” Elvira said, blushing again.
The only sound for a moment was the hum of the computer and the gurgle
of chemicals.
“Oh all right.” Elvira said, giving way to the inviteable. “Teddy and
I were making out after practice, we got a little hot and the next
thing I know I’m giganta again.”
“He must have been very surprised.” Jeremy said.
“Not really. We were under a tree and when I grew I slammed him into
it, knocked him out. By the time he came too I gotten myself back to
normal size. Lucky we were near the practice rink so I had a spare set
of cloths.”
“How did you manage to tickle yourself into shrinking again?” Helga
asked.
“Held my feet over a floor buffer set on low.”
“Inventive.” Jeremy said. “How far did he get before you grew?”
“What?”
Jeremy leaned back, a thoughtfull expression on his face.
“Well were you actually...”
“He was just feeling me up.” Elvira exlclaimed. “One hand on my
breast. Satisfied?”
“Left or right?”
“Hand?”
“Breast.”
“Right.”
“There is a pattern.” Jeremy’s fingers flew over the keyboard and the
display changed to a different molecule. “What we have here is two
distinct reactions to two serperate stimulea. Possilby because you were
exposed to two different forms of the serum. I think I can solve the
problem, but I’ll have to do some test.”
“Should I get some samples?” Helga asked, holding up a pair of pliers
and hedge clippers.
“No, for this we’ll have to use the table.”
“Not that I’m going to like the answer to this,” Elvira said, “but what
table?”
Jeremy operated a control and part of the floor in the center of the
lab dropped away, taking a table full of experiments with it. There was
a pause and then a table rose from the floor. It was ten feet long,
with a universal ball joint for a base. A slight humanoid depression
lay in the center. Though big enough for a normal human, metal polls
for arms and legs extended from the side. The gleaming chrome and
black metal seemed to stare at her.
“Just take your cloths off and lay down.” Jeremy said. “We’ll do the
rest.”
“Trust us.” Helga said.
Brother and sister smiled at her.

{will Elvira be cured? Once they get her onto the table will they
even try? Stay tuned.]
 
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