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Post by zeromikethirty » Mon May 16, 2022 12:01 pm

Zoe had had a very long day at work, and with her roommate away for the week, why shouldn't she have a relaxing bath with a twist?
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Just a little something to fill the time.
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The door slammed behind her. Gabbie shut her eyes and took a long, hard sigh. It had been a long hard day. She had put away a large delivery at work, been shouted at by three customers, and had to clean the toilets. Twice.

Opening her eyes, she looked around her snug two-bedroom apartment; loose shoes and clothes littered the floor and the surfaces were covered in opened packages and a stray takeout box or two. Sighing again, she stepped over a stray pair of trousers and made her way to the kitchen.

Zoe promised Aisha she wouldn’t touch her vials when she was away visiting family, but she was sure she wouldn't mind. Besides, it had been a really long day. Dropping her keys on the kitchen table, Zoe kicked aside an empty Amazon box and yanked the fridge door open. The contents were relatively bare; a few bottles of cheap beer rattled around the top shelf, knocking into the half-empty tub of butter, while a pack of open bacon provided a sourish smell. Looking downward, she found exactly what she was looking for.

Aisha was a chemistry student at the same university as Zoe, specializing in medicines where she concocted trial drugs for neuromuscular disorders. However, she often took some of her projects home, more personal projects, bottling them up and stashing them in the often vacated fruit drawer.

Pulling the drawer open, the series of vials clinked together. Zoe thumbed through the mess of glass containers before coming across the one she was looking for; a vial with the letter ‘S’ scrawled across in permanent marker, the blue contents swishing about as she picked it up.

Shutting the fridge, Zoe went to leave, before pausing.

“Screw it, let’s make this interesting.” she thought.

She immediately popped the cork and brought the vial to her lips, draining its contents. Zoe took a moment to feel the liquid warm her insides, before checking her watch.

“10 minutes from now.” She whispered to herself, before placing the empty vial next to her keys.

As she did, Zoe felt the warmth seemingly travel from the pit of her stomach to the tips of her fingers and toes. She cooed a little, immediately feeling the sense of relief wash over her. Then she felt something else; the weight of her clothes shifted ever so slightly; her leather flight jacket felt a little heavier on her shoulders, the restraint of her belt a little looser. She felt her shoes become the tiniest bit roomier as if a phantom had just untied the laces.

Zoe smiled to herself, removing her backpack and picking up the foldable step ladder from beside the fridge.

“Better not forget this, not after last time.” she reminded herself, feeling the ring on her thumb slip a little.

She began her way towards the stairs, her body now feeling simultaneously light yet gooey. With each step, she focused on the feeling of her heavy clothes; the sleeves of her hoodie tickled the back of her hands as they ever so slightly swallowed them. She could feel the tension in her bra lesson with each breath, the elastic of her sock slackening as she made it to the first step.

As she began her ascent, the predicament of her descent began to become more noticeable. With each step, her sneakers grew a fraction, her heel slipping a little more, her toes leaving the front of the shoe as she lifted herself to the next step. Her grip on the step ladder became more arduous as the handle expanded in her hand and the legs drifted lower. She heard a clatter, causing her to look down at her now ringless thumb, not that that mattered as she watched her jacket sleeve engulfed up to its nail.

“I’ll get it tomorrow.” she thought as she reached the landing.

Zoe then banked right towards the bathroom, before staggering a little. Her heel had popped out of her left sneaker, causing her to trip and her watch to slide sloppily to the heel of her hand. Regaining herself, she shuffled inside the bathroom and dropped the step ladder next to the bath. She shoved her watch back up to the base of her elbow, a more tasking ordeal with her voluptuous sleeves, and screwed the taps to run a bath. After the water began to fill, she pulled out her favourite bubble bath and squeezed a healthy portion into the warm water. A sweet lavender scent filled the room as she felt her heavier belt begin to slip on her waist. She hoisted her trousers back up, stuffing more of her tee-shirt back into the waist, and shuffled towards her own bedroom.

Unlike the rest of her apartment, Zoe’s room was surprisingly tidy all things considered. Her desk was littered with film studies textbooks and her trusty laptop, but the floor was clear and her bed was made. She wasn’t an animal, at least not in her own space.

Now inside, she traipsed over to her bookshelf and reached for the switch to her fairy lights. The bookshelf, which was usually just a hair taller than her, loomed a head above her, causing her to stand on her tiptoes to paw for the switch. After a few swipes, she hit the button and the room was full of a warm, orange glow. Now flat-footed, she turned to her full-length mirror to assess the damage.

There stood Zoe, looking more like her pre-teen sister dressed in her own clothes; Her jacket-hoodie combo had now essentially covered her hands, with only the tips of her fingers visible poking from the sleeves. The hem of her hoodie now floated freely at her crotch. Her short dusty blonde hair was askew above the collar of the jacket, which now rested loosely behind the backs of her ears. Her black jeans, which Zoe usually bought a little baggy before, looked deflated and sagged a little on the right side. She always cuffed her trousers just above the ankle, but now the cuffs pooled over her shoelaces, the leg holes more cavernous. Her black sneakers stuck out from her trousers, and when she wiggled her toes she saw they only made a slight protrusion at the base of her laces.

Zoe’s gaze drifted back upwards, where she could physically see her head descend in comparison to the bookshelf behind her. She caught herself beginning to grin, the vial pulsating a pleasant warmth through her being.
Zoe always liked to shrink into her clothes. The feeling of the world seemingly growing around her added to the pleasurable effects; not to mention it never failed to be fascinating to watch. As she watched another inch drift off her, she felt her heavier belt start to slip a little more. She then made her way to her computer chair adjacent to her desk and hopped into it, giggling with glee as she felt her clothes rustle around her.

Zoe pointed her toes to keep her feet somewhat on the floor, although she had to stretch. She gripped the arms of the chair through thick sleeves and leaned back as the trousers beneath her pulled back into place. When seated, she could feel every fibre of her clothes slide and tickle her skin. She closed her eyes and concentrated, the sound of the running water faintly scored her bliss. She relaxed her legs and felt as her feet lost contact with the floor, allowing them to gently swing with the heavy shoes. So heavy, in fact, that she felt her left sneaker slide gentle off her foot with a dull foot. Opening her eyes, she gazed down to see her blue socked foot hang idle; the soft material was bunched around her heel, the toe limply swinging past her own toes. She then looked to the other still shoe-clad foot and swung it lightly, causing it to rattle sluggishly, her blue heel completely clear of its casing. Pointing her toes again, the remaining shoe clattered to the ground, revealing the other baggy socked foot, almost hidden by the heavier denim jeans. She watched as both feet slipped further into the trouser legs, leaving only the soft material hanging limply from the cavernous holes.

Zoe leaned back into her chair, her scalp nuzzling just under the headrest. She felt as her hair brushed down the chair’s back, before losing contact as her hefty woollen collar pushed through. She felt her sleeves clump up around her still clenched fists, the weight of her jacket on her shoulders seemingly pushing her further downward. She released her grip on the expanding chair arm and let her hands slide gently up her sleeves, reaching where normally her elbows would situate. She focused under the outdoor gear, where her tee-shirt covered her like a warm blanket, and her bra hung half-empty from her chest.

Zoe sank further into her open jacket, which now encased her clumsily, the top of her collar now a good inch above her head. She stretched out her legs and kicked them soft, watching as her feet protrude just at the base of the knees, with the cuffs drooping noiselessly. She could feel the weight of her belt buckle and now the oversized phone in her pocket pinned her to her seat. Looking down at them, she saw the waistline pooled at her lap with large folds situated on either side of her hips.

Zoe cooed softly to herself; she was in a complete sense of calm, the woes of the day completely absent from her body. She listened into the bathroom, where the sound of trickling water was replaced by a deeper sploshing sound of a deeper pool. Taking that as her cue, she brought her legs back down, and with two delicate thuds, she knew that the elastic of her socks had finally lost the battle with gravity. She slipped her arms out of her baggy sleeves, which remained almost totally in place draped on the arms of the chair, and lifted herself from her seat.

Careful not to land on her discarded footwear, Zoe dropped to the floor, and her trousers and boxers immediately plummeted to her feet. She kicked away the useless garment and made her way to the door, before taking one last look at herself in the mirror. If she looked like her pre-teen sister before, she now resembled her when she was around 8 years old; standing barefoot, with only her drooping work tee hanging onto one shoulder like an oversized sleep shirt, she was completely dwarfed by her own bedroom. She now only came up to the arms of her chair and the discarded shoes beside her would work better as a penny board at this point. She smiled again, awkwardly grabbed her towel, and left the bedroom.

While this was not her first rodeo, Aisha and she have had many nights exploring size change in the past, she never failed to marvel at just how different the world looked from this new perspective. Her neck craned as she looked up to the lights in the ceiling that seemed millions of miles away now, and over to the doorways looming above her like the entrances to great halls from a fantasy story.

Once in the bathroom, stepped up on the ladder she had left and assessed the damage. Their water pressure was pretty low in this apartment, something the landlords insisted was not a big enough problem to fix, so the steaming bath was still relatively shallow. At least for a normal-sized person. The bubble bath, however, had provided a large, wonderful-smelling foam that lightly popped as she watched.

“Perfect” she whispered, and reached over and pulled tightened the taps with a little more might than she expected.

The room was now filled with deafening silence, with only the light crackling foam left to fill. She then looked down at herself one last time; Her navy tee-shirt reached just below her knees, and the gaping hole over her shoulder didn’t appear to have grown since leaving her bedroom. The shrinking effects of the vial had finally concluded, leaving her at a neat 3 feet tall.

“And timed to perfection.” she chuckled to herself.

Zoe pulled off the gargantuan shirt and bra, dropping them to the floor next to her, and stepped over the tub’s rim, before sliding into the warm bathwater.

She let out a sigh of pleasure as the suds engulfed her naked body, adding to the gooey warmth in her core. Her brain niggled a little at the fact she forgot to bring her phone to play some music, however, the thought left her as she sunk a little lower into the water.

It was blissful. The perfect remedy for such a long day.

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