Small Minded

The following morning, the girls woke up at Laura and Grace’s apartment, each with a headache that could’ve killed a rhino. Laura pushed herself up off the couch where she’d collapsed the previous night, and made her way to the bathroom. She peeled off her mud-soaked dress and threw it on the bathroom tile, rubbing her face wearily. While she started the shower with cold water and peeled off her thong, she heard Kate get up and find the kitchenette, fishing through the fridge for something to eat. Laura couldn’t hear Grace moving, figuring she must have still been asleep.

Laura stepped into the cold water and her entire body recoiled, shaking off her sleep with a violent start, “Fuck me!” she lunged to the back of the shower, trying to get out of the cold water, awkwardly reaching around the sprinkle of water to turn up the temperature. Getting the water comfortable, she stepped into the water and let it wash the dirt out of her hair.

Laura tried to remember what her and her friends had done last night to get so filthy, but all she could call to mind was the party, leaving and finding the creepy shack, and that unsettling voice she’d dreamed about. She washed her hair out with shampoo and conditioner, wringing her blonde waves to get all the filth out, twigs and dirt washed down the drain. “Never doing jägerbombs again,” She mumbled to herself, grasping just how much she’d lost control of herself.

Deciding she felt filthy after what must’ve been a night of rolling in mud, she grabbed her soap and lathered up her loofa, spreading the soap across herself, scrubbing her arms and rubbing under her boobs. She washed her feet off and in between her toes.

Finally, when she felt like there was nothing else she could’ve scrubbed, Laura let the water rinse her off, cascading across her shoulders and over her hefty boobs. She shut off the water and got out, drying herself off and wrapping a towel around herself.

Grace had **** herself awake by now, and nodded to Laura as she passed her into the bathroom, stripping off her own dress and shutting the door behind her. “Food…” Laura groaned as she sat at the counter, watching Kate in the kitchenette.

“I found cinnamon rolls, they’re cooking” Kate answered, she didn’t look much better than Grace or Laura did, her outfit just as muddy and her black hair matted. “What the hell did we do last night?” She asked with an exhausted voice.

“Party, forest, shack, I unno” Laura grunted out, “You can borrow some of my clothes.” She offered Kate.

“Thanks, where can I put my suit?” Kate was proudly lesbian, and so made a point of wearing suits instead of dresses, Laura often found herself admitting quietly that Kate looked better in suits than most men did.

“Washing machine?” Laura offered, peering into the oven at the cinnamon rolls. The shower turned on again, and soon after they could hear stifled moaning from inside.

“Charming,” Kate rolled her eyes, “This suit isn’t machine washable, I have to dry clean it.” She pulled the cinnamon rolls out of the oven, Laura checked to make sure Kate’s hand were washed, but if she was honest she was too hungry to care if the rolls had a bit of mud in them. She took one and started eating.

“Leave it on the bathroom floor, I’ll find a bag for it before we go to the mall.” She instructed as she ate. Kate nodded and started taking off her suit. Out of respect, Laura tried not to look at Kate’s nudity as she threw the bundled suit into the bathroom. When she opened the door, Grace’s moans got more audible.

“Grace, food’s ready, wrap it up.” Kate teased, closing the door and going into Laura’s room to find some clothes. Left alone, Laura sat quietly with her cinnamon rolls, trying to remember the creepy voice she’d dreamed about, trying to remember what the voice had said. What curse?

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It took about an hour, but the three friends finally got themselves cleaned up and sufficiently tylenol’d and left for the mall. They dropped off Kate’s suit at the dry cleaners, and Grace and Laura’s dresses since they were there. Then they spent the better part of the afternoon shopping between various stores. Laura had only needed a new shampoo bottle from bath and body works, but ended up buying way more than she’d set out too.

Despite their exhaustion from the previous night, the girls managed to stop at every store they cared to go to, only having to call it when Grace began to complain of cramping in her foot. They left the mall and headed over to the bus stop.

Laura climbed excitedly into the bus, she’d gathered quite the haul on her outing, and was thrilled to get home and sort it into her closet. Dresses and new bras and cute crop tops filled her bags. As she waited for the bus to get to their stop, she filled the space with idle chatter between herself and Grace, Kate seemed quiet for some reason.

Laura pushed a blonde locke of her hair out of her face as she chatted with her friends. She frowned, for whatever reason, she couldn’t forget that stupid dream she’d had. None of them had talked about the events of last night, she’d figured the others had forgotten about it from blackouts. Laura, however remembered the eerie cottage. They’d trashed it in their drunken states, and for some reason Laura was starting to think… what if it wasn’t abandoned?

Suddenly Laura started coughing, something had gotten caught in her throat. She coughed into her arm, trying to get it up, until finally she felt her throat clear.

“Damn girl, you good?” Grace asked, concerned. Both her friends were giving her concerned looks.

“Yeah,” Laura cleared her throat. “Just, something stuck I guess.” She shifted in her seat, something about it was starting to feel uncomfortable, her leggings felt like they kept getting stuck on the seat.

Deciding their friend was alright, Grace and Kate started a new conversation. Laura, however; couldn’t seem to focus anymore, concerned with her shirt that kept shifting on her frame and wouldn’t seem to sit right anymore.

The bus finally came to their stop and Laura got up with the other two girls, pursing her lips in frustration as she had to adjust her leggings for the third time. Why did they look so loose on her? This was her smallest pair.

Choosing to ignore it, Laura grabbed up her bags, following her friends off the bus. Had the steps always been that tall? She started walking with Grace back to their apartment, adjusting her bra straps, which weren’t holding her tits properly anymore. Grace gave Laura a side glance as she fought with her clothes.

“Is everything alright?”

Laura nodded, pulling up her leggings, “Yeah, I think my clothes got stretched out.”

“I think you could use some stretching out.” Grace joked. Laura tried to laugh with her, but stopped in confusion when she noticed Grace was taller than her. She blinked, clearing her eyes, That couldn’t be right, she thought to herself, Grace is shorter than both me and Kate.

By the time they got to their apartment, Laura was struggling to keep her leggings around her waist, and her shirt felt like a blanket. She could feel her boobs just barely sitting inside her cups and her panties were nowhere near her crotch.

She left her bags on the couch as she sprinted to her room, clutching her clothes trying to keep them on. Since when was her apartment this large? Her door handle was bigger than her hand.

“Hey! You better not leave those there!” Grace hollered, taking her own bags to her room.

Laura shut her bedroom door behind herself, having to use quite a bit of effort to pull it closed as she shrank another few inches, her leggings fell to her knees before she caught them and her shirt was starting to engulf her save for the loose collar line that always used to show off her shoulders perfectly. Her shoes had been forgotten in the hallway as she had effortlessly stepped out of them, and now she tripped over her socks, her clothes ballooning out with the wind that filled them as she fell.

Again she shrunk, falling now through her clothes, her head getting stuck in the cup of her bra.

“What’s happening to me?!” She shrieked as she felt the pang in her stomach, she’d grown familiar with it by this point, it happened everytime she lost a few inches. Trapped inside her shirt and her ankles caught in her panties, she felt herself over. Everything still felt the same size, her boobs still a full DD and her tummy tucked shapely above her wide hips. It was more like the world around her was growing and she was staying the same.

Again and again she became smaller and smaller, a tiny figure trapped in her salmon pink top and the polka dot bra inside, covering herself with her arms as any clothes were now too big to offer any covering.

“Grace!” She screamed, her small voice didn’t even carry beyond the folds of her oversized clothes. “GRACE!” She tried to scream louder, but her voice was simply too small. She tried to start moving out of her clothes, feeling the soft fabric against her small skin like a silky maze.