Yes, but maybe with a smaller... ego

"Back again, huh?"

"I-I wont lose this time!" Hilda shouts, trying to sound more confident than she really is. Of course the crack in her voice as she says it undermines the whole point.

The brave knight lets out a mighty war cry as she charges at them head on, acting quicker than last time in the hopes that the drow can't cast that same spell from before.

The blonde thief looks worried for a moment as Hilda rushes towards them, but the drow remains unfazed. Instead she wiggles her fingers and says a short, guttural word in her own language.

A strange, pleasurable tingling sensation washes over the warrior as she continues to advance, but something doesn't seem quite right...

Hilda's voice rises in pitch as she continues to move, and... is she taking smaller and smaller steps towards her enemy? She's still running as fast as she can towards them, but, it's like they're getting farther away?

Then Hilda's helmet falls over her eyes, momentarily blinding her. She goes to adjust it, but the thing rolls off her head as if it was too big for her...

She continues stumbling forward as her feet slip right out of her loose, floppy boots. Did they come untied somehow?

And... why does her armor feel so heavy?

A sharp shiver of pleasure courses through her as everything about her body grows more and more sensitive.

Hilda comes to a halt and drops her big, heavy sword as her gauntlets slide off her hands.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MEEEEEE?" She squeaks in a high-pitched voice as her pants slide down her hips, weighed down by the unbearably heavy armor Hilda is, or rather was, wearing over them.

The thieves laugh at our lovely noble, making Hilda even angrier.

"S-stop laughing! Why are you getting taller?" the knight manages to say before an even more powerful wave of pleasure overcomes her. "*OOOOOOO!*" She moans as she tosses her head back... and hits the collar of her suit if armor.

Then it dawns on Hilda; the thieves aren't growing. She's shrinking!

"No! H-help!" Hilda cries as her far too big and bulky heavy armor forces her to her knees.

The drow just smugly smiles as Hilda pitifully extends a hand out to her. Of course the sleeve of her shirt now completely covers her hand and dangles a good 5-6 inches off from it.

"Don't worry, pet, this wont hurt. In fact, you should be feeling quite good about now..." The blonde woman says as her own cheeks grow a little redder.

Hilda gasps as she feels her now-enormous silk panties graze across her increasingly sensitive skin before they slide down to the ground.

Her bra quickly follows as Hilda's eyes cross.

"W-why d-does it feel so g-good?" She gasps as she feels an orgasm washing over her.

"The spell makes you smaller but it doesn't change your body. Everything just gets more compact and closer together. Including things like nerve endings, especially where they cluster together... like in erogenous zones..." the dark elf explains and then sighs. "She's not listening."

Hilda creams herself as the increasingly tiny woman now recedes completely within her suit of armor. Her little hands are mashing away at her sopping wet cunny, and she can't keep herself from mauling her itty bitty titties.

She's maybe 15 inches tall now, the size of the dollies she played with as a child!

Her mind melts away as she stops thinking about her surroundings and the dangerous thieves. Everything just feels too good! She can't to stop touching herself!

"So good! So small!" Hilda moans again and again as she masturbates like mad. The pleasure running through her is more intense than anything else she's ever felt.

She's completely inside her armor now lying atop a bed of sticky silk that used to be her panties. Her high-pitched squeaks and moans echoing through the enormous metal cavern that was once her breast plate.

As the silly sounds of a high-pitched slutty girl continue, the two thieves finally start to move towards the pile of Hilda's belongings.

"Wow, she really took to that one," the blonde says in amazement. "Just how small did you make her?"

"I'm not sure, I just kind of acted on instinct," the drow confesses.

Together, the two lift up Hilda's heavy armor, revealing a blissed-out 4" Hilda moaning away, eyes closed as she continues to fingerfuck herself.

"SOOOOO GOOOOD!" The sweating, heaving, writhing, action-figure sized woman cries as she drifts hedonistically from one orgasm to another.