With the next morning came the sound of more aircraft overhead. These most likely were American fighters flying up the valley looking for targets. They poked around for a few minutes looking for something juicy to shoot at and I assume they found nothing, for the sounds faded off into the distance quickly. I was now aware of something else; my naughty wicked Grandmother was down underneath the covers kissing my belly and inching closer and closer to my schwanze-wurst. She took it up in her mouth and sucked me rotten for several minutes until I gasped and filled her mouth with one-night's sleep-worth of stored-up hot salty egg-whites. She grinned up at me and gulped down loudly, apparently enjoying her breakfast in bed!
Presently she crept up to the top of the covers and kissed me and taking my still-hard cock in her hand, guided it to the entrance of her furry pink sex. With a swoop, she pushed the head of my member and her face registered an open-mouthed staring moment of accommodation, followed by a smile as her cunny took the friendly breakfast sausage into her nest and adjusted itself to seat it properly. She began to move up and down. We fucked for several minutes until the old girl let out a loud moan and I felt a second release come boiling up from my balls to spout inside her. Half a minute of panting later, she rolled off me and said staring at the ceiling,
"I knew you had another one inside you hiding in those loins, I just had to grind it out! That should perhaps hold you and me for a little while. Alright, no sense laying here...we have animals to feed!" We got up; dressed, and set about feeding the animals in the barn and making sure they had enough water. Then Oma stepped into the kitchen to put ersatz coffee on the stove for breakfast. Like most places our village didn't have a real coffee bean to be found anywhere, so the blackish powdery substitute was all Grandmother had - curtesy of the rationing program. We were fortunate enough to have plenty of hen's eggs for breakfast and a few potatoes. This was a benefit of being in the country as opposed to the cities where you not only had to worry of the bombers overhead, but also of the constant scarcity of EVERYTHING making even a crust of bread a treasured item to be hoarded away from the eyes of others.
While we ate we listened to the radio set with Oma's magic to forbidden broadcasts. The Allied radio programs had wonderful music and the news was not all rants approved by Dr. Goebbels going on and on about "ultimate victory". From what we could hear and piece together...the Americans were very close now, we guessed two or three days away. It filled me with a bit of dread despite Grandmother's efforts to calm me. She could see I was getting nervous hearing the radio and she switched it off and put it back in the cupboard.
"Let's play another game Stephan," she said- trying to take my mind from things, "I think you will find it interesting. It is more magic lessons for you...can't let your powers atrophy when they are becoming SO strong!" She led me to the center of the room, away from all furniture. She stood back from me, pointed her wand...and muttered,
"Whiskers and tail, small furry one!" I suddenly felt the entire room (including Oma) growing to enormous proportions...I also found my clothes replaced by hair and fur. The room continued to grow and grow and then I realized, I was shrinking! When the process finally ended, I stood below my grandmother who looked a hundred feet high by my estimate. She fetched a hand mirror from a shelf and held it down to me. I was immediately startled and recoiled momentarily in terror at what I saw, but I was robbed of the power of speech ;
only a few squeaks could escape my mouth, -
I was a MOUSE! Oma could see how frightened I was and she set the mirror down and pointed the wand at me saying,
"Whiskers and tail, small furry one, make him a man and the spell is undone!" The proportions of the room began to change and Grandmother began to shrink from the size of a towering giant, back to the little old woman I knew. The room was as I remembered it as well, and I was back to normal size. It didn't diminish my feeling of angst though; I swayed uneasily on my legs teetering until Oma rushed me over to a chair and sat me down.
"Well, well! You HAVE had a proper fright haven't you!" she exclaimed, concerned but laughing slightly, hoping she hadn't traumatized me too terribly.
"Oma! What was that?"
"A spell of transformation. I made you a mouse. You can do it to yourself; you need is to focus on the animal or plant you wish to be and then recite the incantation...you can even say it in your mind and not speak but I sometimes speak just to focus and concentrate. I figure it is another way to help you hide. Anyhow, are you alright?"
"Yes, just I wasn't expecting it. ...
So I can do this THING to myself?"
"Yes of course. It takes a lot of concentration but I think your natural powers are able to make it work," she said before she suddenly realized she needed to sit down herself as well. She plopped down into a chair next to the table and continued,
"Wheew! That reminds me...I've forgotten what a drain it can be and it took a little bit out of me! Transformations can sometimes make you feel light headed - especially if you are casting the spell. How about trying the invisibility spell! Let me rest for a moment."
I practiced making myself visible and invisible sitting at the chair. With a little practice I found I could snap it on and off like a light-switch. Oma sipped her substitute coffee across the table and beamed at me proudly. I figured a transformation spell would be good for getting into and out of tight spaces and all, but invisibility...especially if I could just stand still and not move...would work the best to help me hide!
"Hurrah Stephen! Hurrah! Much better; it's only been a day and your control is more adept! I was impressed at your ability to control your seed in myself and those two ladies in the high meadow but now I see...other attributes of you are coming along splendidly!" We let out a mutual laugh of self-congratulation, me patting myself on the back for being a quick study and her for being a skilled teacher! Our happiness was short lived however as we heard the sound of a car coming down the street and approaching Oma's house. She hurried to the window and looked outside through the curtains quickly as it approached and she muttered a word I still remember today and shudder at the thought,
"Gestapo!"
"Oma, but your spell yesterday on the woman and the soldiers...they were to say it was a clerical error and that your name was Hilda Bauer not Hilda Baumer!"
"No time to figure out what happened," she said in a voice laden with distressed hurry as she moved my coffee cup to the sink with my plate to make it look like only SHE was having breakfast, "those men will tear this place apart and you being invisible will only delay things until you are bumped into!"
"I can run to the fields, make myself invisible there too!"
"No," she said suddenly finding a plan in the back of her head and seizing her wand from the table, "I will make my stand here for you...and you...will hide but you will be much smaller," she said looking at a hole in the wall at the floor next to the stove."
"Grandmother, no!" I said as I tried to get my hands up to stop her. I wanted anything but that disorienting feeling again, however she was too quick! Her wand flashed with a flick of her wrist,
"Whiskers and tail, small furry one," she commanded. The next thing I knew, I was shrinking back to the size of something fit to run through the hole she had spied. I looked up at her; transformed into something small and furry and squeaking in alarm.
