Laura's Big World

Laura pushed her way out of her shirt, nearly tripping on her bra strap, but making it out and into her massive bedroom. She saw her bed from below, looming like a giant mountain, the carpet seemed so much bigger, the bed looked so much further away than it had been when she walked in.

Laura looked herself over, baffled with the impossibility she was facing, she had shrunk. Her entire body had shrunk to no taller than a pencil, and now she was naked in her massive room. “What the fuck, what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck-“ She crouched down, clutching her tiny head in her tiny hands. It was too surreal to be anything else than a dream, she felt the same size when she touched herself, nothing was smaller, nothing out of place, but the world around her was giant

Her dresser was a towering skyscraper and her desk was colossal. “What am I gonna do?” She moaned in **** confusion, she had shut the door, so that was no way out. The tiny, naked girl was trapped in her own giant room.

“Think Laura…” She paced back and forth over the forest that was her carpet. “Phone! Where’s my phone?” She thought back to when she had entered the room, it was difficult since she had been panicking, but she remembered now, she had thrown her phone…

“Onto the bed…” She groaned out loud.

She dropped to her knees in a mini defeat, her tits bouncing as she landed. That was it then. Unless by random chance Grace came looking for her, she was fucked.

“No. No way.” She looked over to her dresser, the drawers were small enough she could use them as a ladder, albeit a ladder with very large rungs, but she was confident she could manage the climb.

“From up there I can jump to the bed, and call someone.” She resolved to herself, sprinting across the shag carpet, careful not to snag her tiny feet.

It was a long run, Laura was tired by the time she made it over to the dresser, dropping to her ass to rest for a moment, her tiny lungs working to fill her with oxygen. “Fuck… why is this happening to me?” She whined.

Now next to the dresser, she could get a better gage of her actual height, fortunately by luck she was still tall enough to reach the first drawer handle from the ground.

Laura got to her feet and took a breath, this was gonna suck. She jumped up and grabbed the first handle, pulling herself up and planting her feet against the chipped paint of the dresser, she started to heave herself higher, gripping her hands over the top of the dresser, shuddering as her nipples grazed the wood. “Hope I’m small enough to not get splinters.”

Laura heaved and pulled her feet up, grabbing onto the next handle and kept climbing. There were three drawers she had to get up. After getting her feet onto the handle of the second one, she started feeling the pain, her feet hurt from the small footholds and her hips ached.

“Come on Laura. Come on Laura!” She pushed herself upward, setting her feet on top of the second drawer and clamoring for the third with her hands, she teetered and almost lost her balance, feeling the open air behind her before grabbing hold of the third drawer handle and clinging tight, panting heavily with panic.

After recovering from a near **** experience, Laura made the final push, getting to the top of the dresser, she sat down on the edge to catch her breath, rubbing her breast to work out some of the soreness from her pecs.

She looked over to her bed, where she could see her phone on top, but she learned fast she had underestimated just how far her bed was from her dresser. When she was full sized they were right next to each other. But now? It might as well have been the grand canyon.

Laura weighed her options, she was in too deep now, as the only way back down would have been to fall, and that was out of the question. She looked to her left and hope filled her tiny body. Her laptop was there! Right there sitting on her desk. She dashed across the desk to her laptop, then stopped, realizing her next road block.

The laptop was closed. What would have been a light lid was now monumentally heavy and kept her from salvation. Laura kicked the laptop and swore in frustration. She paced the desk top and looked back at the bed, she was going to have to jump, there was no way around it now.

She pushed a few stacked books over to the edge to get herself a little extra height, climbed up onto the stack and worked herself up, pumping her fists and whipping her hair. She had done girls-on-track in middle school, but hadn’t done any training since. Still, she let the knowledge she had done it once carry her forward as she clutched her boobs tightly to her chest and took a running start. She reached the edge and leapt for all she was worth, flying through the air towards her bed.

Laura barely made it, she desperately clung to the side of the sheets as her body threatened to pull her down, she used what final strength she had to pull herself up, gasping now as she collapsed on the massive comforter, a plush dream at her current size.

Finally victorious, Laura stood up and walked over to her phone. “Please turn on, please turn on.” She pleaded as she tried to tap the phone screen, hoping it would respond to her small hands.