Outside Wonderland
by LBP




Part 1

It was a foggy English morning but soon that cleared up into a foggy English day. Celes was enjoying an afternoon away from her family, finally, after spending days on end with them. London had been incredible enough, but family wears thin on her, especially her sister, Rosanna. The family had stayed in a small town outside of London where a family friend had summer home. There wasn't much to the town beyond a few dozen farms and that the area was rumored to be a summer home of Lewis Carrol at one time as well.

Celes had rented a bicycle from a local and decided to explore the countryside which was a stitch-working of dirt roads and paths. She sped across the ragged roads, seeing hardly a soul for miles. At one point, she reached a large willow tree that rested on the peak of a small slope leading down from the country road she was riding. Just on a whim, for the excitement, Celes turned the wheel of the bicycle and shot down the slope at full speed across the moor, howling with the thrill of the ride and practically standing up on the bicycle.

Her joyous attitude gradually disappeared when, in the corner of her eye, she spotted an antiquated cottage below where the willow grew. The old cottage was a compact two-stories it seemed and was overgrown with bright, vivid flowers all around like in all those paintings Celes had seen at her aunt's house in Nevada. She slowed down and titled the handle-bars of the bicycle in the direction of the house. As the bicycle slowed and wobbled, she hopped off gently setting the bicycle down, and approached the cottage. She stepped across the moss-covered cobblestone that led to the door. For as beautiful as the flowers and bright green plants were, the cottage itself had been worn by weather and time. The wood was a decript shade of gray and the glass yellowed and spotty.

She slowed down, cautiously approaching the door. A sudden burst of movement from the underbrush caused her to jump back with a start. It was a rabbit. A white one. The animal dove right in front of her, disappearing into the shrubury to her left. Celes sighed, feeling relieved and foolish, a weak smile cracked on her face.

She grasped the old wrought iron door handle and pulled the withered door right open. She took an abrupt step back, in case of bats or birds flying out. But there were none. She sniffed a laugh, and entered the cottage finding that its insides were very well-preserved. In fact, the home still contained furniture and personal affects. Celes was in awe of the antique interior.

After a moment of strolling around the living area she began actually touching the curtains and faded lavender wall-paper. She reached the parlor and found an large, silver vanity mirror which rested on a low dresser. Celes looked at her reflection in the tarnished looking glass. She was a beautiful young woman, though it seemed no one could convince her of that.

She looked into her big, round, vivid blue-green eyes for only a moment before brushing aside loose tendrils of her shiny, shoulder-length black hair out of her face. She looked more at the mirror than anything else, not giving a glance at her full lips or high cheek-bones. She was trying to determine the mirror's age, even though she hadn't a clue how to appraise things. Her complextion was clear while her skin was pale, it was not pale white but rather had enough pigment to give her a lively color.

She backed away from the mirror taking in more of the home. At the age of twenty, Celes stood at only five foot four and so the old cottage's ceilings felt right to her. She wore a burnt orange hooded sweater which she kept zipped up and underneath that a black shirt which accentuated her small bust of 34 inches. Celes stuck in her hands into the deep pockets of her dark green courdouroy shorts and an idea instantly popped into her head.

She began sweeping her eyes all over the home, grabbing a jewelry box from off the low dresser. She stuffed those into her pockets before heading upstairs to the bedrooms. Once there, Celes grabbed what looked like a music box and also a small silver clock. She then headed downstairs again, finding she liked the downstairs better for looting. Celes spotted a man's hat and gloves on the Ottoman and swiped those, too. Her shorts sagged on her small, lean body with the weight of the object she had taken.

Celes figured that what she had taken would do, lastly grabbing an old book resting on the hutch. She walked out of the cottage, carefully closing the door. Celes pulled the bicycle up and rode back to the town where two days later, her family and she returned to the United States.



Part 2

Two or three days past before Celes actually got around to unpacking her suitcases. Oddly enough, she had taken out the objects she had taken from the cottage already and set them on her computer desk. It was good to be back in Seattle, swapping the fog for the rain. Celes went up the stairs and into her room. Just as she was closing the door, something blocked it. She turned around to find Rosanna's foot lodged between the door and doorframe.

"Have you seen Precious?" Rosanna answered.

"Nope," Celes replied with a smirk and pushed Rosanna back with her hand.

"Well, maybe she's in your room?"

"She better not be, or else I'm going to have four very unlucky rabbit's feet," Celes answered.

"Just let me go in and check," Rosanna answered.

"No, now go away," Celes pushed with all her might on the door.

Rosanna did the same, but in the opposite direction. Celes flew back, landing on her tight little rump with a thump. Rosanna loomed over her. She was a big girl. Only 16 and she stood at six foot. Her measurements were astounding as well, 44-28-40. She tossed a bit of her brown hair over her shoulder and stood, arms akimbo, over Celes.

"Now then, pip-squeak, let me look for my rabbit," Rosanna grumbled.

She looked even bigger from Celes's perspective on the floor. Celes stared up at her for a second, feeling so small and helpless she thought she'd cry. Celes all at once became angry at her sister and kicked a foot up just as Rosanna took a step forward. Celes's legs were too short to hit Rosanna's stomach, so instead her foot collided with Rosanna's big, firm thigh.

"Ooof!" Rosanna blurted out. She looked down and grabbed Celes's foot, "You little bitch!"

She pulled Celes's foot up, pulling Celes up a bit. Celes started kicking at her sister but Rosanna just grabbed her other foot and lifted her upside-down into the air.

"Put me down! Put me down!" Celes shouted, squirming and twisting, trying to do a sit-up in the air so that she could get at Rosanna.

"You've got good abs, pip-squeak," Rosanna snickered. "Why not just ask mom to make me put you down?"

"Shut up, Rosanna," Celes snapped back.

"Does little Celes need her mommy to come rescue her from her big mean sister?" Rosanna mocked.

Celes's squirming had done something, it had loosened her feet out of her shoes. She slipped one foot out without Rosanna noticing at first. But her sister found she had a looser grip on Celes and so grabbed Celes's ankles as Celes was about to be freed.

"Gotcha!" Rosanna shouted triumphantly. "Now what are you going to do, pip-squeak?"

Celes took a long hard moment of thought, looking at her arms which dangled onto the floor. She sighed, then got the breath of air up enough to shout, "Mom...! Tell Rosanna to put me down, please!"

From the downstairs, in the kitchen, came their mother's voice, "Rosanna, you put your older sister down this instant!"

"All right," Rosanna shouted back. She carelessly let go of Celes letting her flop onto her head with a bunch of little thumps and thuds.

"What have I told you about doing that?!" their mother persisted. "Rosanna, you come downstairs right now!"

"But Mo-o-o-om!" Rosanna whined. "Celes was being a bitch again!"

"What did you say?" their mother's voice was closer now. She must be standing by the stairs, Celes thought. "You hard better get yourself down here before I have to go up there, and you will not like it if I have to climb those damn stairs!"

"Thanks a lot, you little bitch," Rosanna muttered, exiting Celes's room.

Celes just lied there in her crumpled position on the floor. She felt no better about Rosanna getting in trouble than when she was hanging by her feet. Even as she heard Rosanna plead her case downstairs, she knew it would only happen again. Celes refused to let her eyes water any, though, it felt as though she should.

She looked up at her desk, scanning over the objects she had taken from the cottage. There was always escape in fantasy, she thought.



Part 3

Celes pulled herself up from the floor using the bed. It wasn't like she was physically incapable of standing on her own, she didn't seem to have the will power at this point. She dragged herself up to her feet and looked at the objects she had taken from the cottage. Immediately, Celes walked to her door, closed it, and locked it. Then she returned to the desk where the jewelry box beckoned her to open it.

The tarnished silver box with dulled pearls decorating it cracked open like a rusty door hinge. There was a musky smell from inside the box and Celes soon saw from where it was coming. Aside from rings and bracelets and small necklaces, there were two brown bottles crammed in the box on the left and right sides. They appeared to have labels tied to them, but the paper had since disintegrated so much they were indistinguishable.

Puzzled, Celes pulled both the bottles out of the jewelry box. It was odd to her because the bottles were corked, and yet the corks had not worn away. Celes sat at her desk chair. She set the bottles behind the music box which didn't play any music. At first she thought it was broken, but she soon saw that it was filled with pastel-colored candies.

She set the box down and looked to the jewelry box again. In the middle of the jewelry was a small withered bag filled with wafers. Celes was even more confused now as she dug the jewelry out of the box and set it on the other side of it. The wafers were now the only thing amidst the old red felt of the jewelry box.

Who would keep food in a jewelry box? she thought to herself. Stranger still, the wafers still looked edible. But Celes wasn't about to eat something nearly two hundred years old. Totally confused with those objects, she looked to the remaining ones. She planted the hat on her head, slipped on the white gloves, wound up the clock, and grabbed the book. The book's pages were as musky as eveything else she had opened and they had yellowed with time. The writing was in English, but in script. The ink had also faded a great deal. At first she thought it was the smell of the pages, but odors usually didn't affect Celes that much. She felt uneasy though, like the room was spinning.

"Girls, dinner!" she heard her mother shout.

Celes set the book down, whipped off the gloves, tossed the hat on the bed and stood from the chair. The strange vertigo had lifted, but the uneasiness remained. The room was somehow different. Celes stood in place a moment, trying to figure out what it was. Unable to put her finger on it, she rushed down the stairs, literally running into Rosanna.

"Hey, watch it, pip-squeak," Rosanna barked quietly, still annoyed with getting reprimanded by their mother.

Celes took a step back and looked up at Rosanna. The busty girl seemed even more intimidating than normal to Celes. Celes didn't say a word and walked into the kitchen where her other was serving dinner as her father sat down.

"Haven't seen you in a while, Celes," her father smiled, picking up the newspaper.

"Yeah, I've been hiding," she answered.

"Heh heh, seems like it," he nodded, opening the newspaper.

"Are you feeling all right Celes," her mother asked. "You look a little thin."

Upon turning around to see her mother, Celes felt a tingle in her stomach and a chill down her spin. She had always been eye level with her mother, now it seemed she was tilting her head back to look her in the eyes.

Her father didn't look up from the newspaper, "She's fine, dear... You're going to make these girls hypochondriacs, Elaine."

"I-I feel fine, Mom," Celes said making a quick smile. She sat down at her usual chair.

"Well, if you say so..."

But Celes didn't feel fine and the butterflies in her stomach multiplied when she found her legs hanging off the ground. It couldn't be, she thought, it couldn't. Rosanna entered the kitchen, taking her usual seat across from Celes at the table. Celes just slouched in her chair, not looking Rosanna in the eyes.

"What's the matter, pip-squeak?" Rosanna pestered.

"Now Rosanna stop that," her mother ordered as she served dinner. "What have I told you about that?"

"That's right, Rosa, not all of us can be Amazons... Believe me, I've tried," Celes's father looked away from the newspaper to give Celes a smile and a wink.

Celes smiled a bit, turning her head away soon after.

"Bud, do you know what your daughter did again today?" their mother continued.

"Oh, Jesus," he answered, nearly folding up the newspaper to look at Rosanna. "What have we told you about that?"

"But daddy, I was just joking around...," Rosanna tried to explain.

"Oh, I see... So how come I never see anyone laughing but you, Rosa?" he countered.

"I can't entertain myself?"

"That's no better than bullying. That is bullying. I told you to stop and I don't like repeating myself."

"I need to you the bathroom," Celes said suddenly. She stood up and left the kitchen.

"See what you did?" their mother added. "You've upset her. It's not her fault she's so small."

"Yeah, that's right, really the only reason you're so tall, Rosa, is because of my side of the family and your Aunt Helen on your mother's side," her father said.

He resumed reading the newspaper.

"So you're trying to make me the freak of nature here?" Rosanna blurted. "Look at the way she dresses..."

"We're not talking about that, Rosa," her mother interrupted. "This conversation is over. You apologize to your sister later on tonight, but not at the dinner table."

***

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Celes leaned on the counter, staring at her reflection. She didn't look any different, but there was askew to her. She looked at her clothes. Her off-white tank top was still fitting as normal. And so were her already loose-fitting dark blue cargo pants. Her black work-shoes were the same, and really the only thing that would boost her height. She pulled on the black belt around her waist, looking at the notches and finding it was no looser than before. She backed away from the mirror.

That's when she saw it. It was in the reflection. She turned her head to the right, in shock, and took a long hard look at the towel rack. It was almost above her head.

"I am smaller," she muttered, the queasiness in her stomach reaching a peak. The towel rack was easily at five feet. Celes had been five four and now she placed herself at four foot eleven. She knew she couldn't let Rosanna find out, and she wasn't sure if she should tell her parents. Maybe she could figure it out herself. It had to be something with the objects she had taken, maybe she could find a way to reverse it.

Celes headed down the stairs to finish eating dinner which she scarfed down with little conversation on her part.

"Are you going out tonight, Celes?" her mother asked.

"Um... I don't know yet," she answered, shoving another forkful into her mouth.

"She never knows," her father almost chortled.

"And yet she almost always seems to go out, so that's why I'm asking, dear," her mother replied.

"I don't know," Celes shrugged. "Janeane's got some family thing to do tonight. So, we'll see."

That seemed to settle the conversation and immediately after she was finished, Celes excused herself and marched up the stairs.



Part 4

Celes shut her door, locking it as soon as she made it into her room. She turned around, heading right to the objects on her desk when suddenly the phone rang, scaring her out of her wits for a moment. There was a pounding on her door a few seconds later, as Rosanna shouted, "Celes! Phone!"

Celes picked up the phone that was sitting on the desk, "I got it!"

She spoke into the phone, "Hello?"

"Hey Celes," Janeane answered.

"Hey Janeane," Celes replied. "I was wondering who the hell would call me about now."

She anxiously looked over at the desk where the objects remained.

"You can always count on me," Janeane said happily. "So, you want to hang out tonight?"

Celes hesitated, "I thought you had some family shit to do?"

"Oh, that's over with, I can do whatever I want now... Anything," Janeane laughed.

Celes didn't find this funny but smiled anyway, "Hm, well, I don't think I'm going out tonight."

"Well why not?"

"Uh, I just don't feel like, I guess."

"O.K., so I'll over there," Janeane persisted.

Celes quickly answered, trying not to sound as though there was something wrong, "No, I think I'm just going to go to sleep early tonight. You know, jet lag."

Janeane was quiet for a moment, "O.K., what is it Celes?"

"Nothing."

"Uh-huh, have you called up your guy yet?"

"He's not my guy and it would be long distance anyway," Celes said almost defensively.

"If you don't call him, he's going to think you aren't interested," Janeane added. "Calling long distance shows a lot of interest."

"Thank you Ann Landers," Celes quipped. "I am interested, but what am I going to say... 'Oh, Hi, it's uh--uh-uh, shit..' Hang up the phone."

"All you need is some confidence."

"Janeane, I hate to be a bitch, but I have to go."

"All right, talk to you later then."

"Sounds good. Bye."

Celes hung up the phone and immediately grabbed the hat trying to re-create the event, "First the hat."

She grabbed the white gloves and slipped them on, "Then the gloves."

She grabbed the clock and started winding it, "Then the clock."

Celes reached for the book and opened to any page and felt a dizziness come over her. She hastily dropped the book onto the desk. It didn't stop. In fact, now she was clearly getting smaller. The clock! she thought.

She pulled the stopped out of the clock, halting the tick-tock but still she got smaller. It was accelerating now. Panicky, Celes pulled the hat off her head, thinking it would make her stop shrinking. It didn't. And when she put it back on, she found it was too big for her head. Celes freaked, unable to figure out what was causing the reaction and becoming smaller and smaller and smaler by the second.

Soon, the darkness of the hat surrounded her. She was trapped. Celes wanted to scream. What could it be? Her hands felt sweaty. The gloves! she thought. She hadn't remembered the gloves. Celes pratically ripepd them off her hands and felt the dizziness subside. She had stopped. Celes ran straight ahead, dropping to her knees and crawling under the brim of the hat only to find the light of the gigantic world that was now her room.

"Oh no... Oh no... Oh god," she said to herself. "What's happened to me?!"

The hat looked like a mountain to her and the expanse of aqua-blue carpeting seemed to be an ocean to her. Celes was no taller than two inches. A rumbling in the distance frightened her. From around the corner of her bed hopped Rosanna's white rabbit, Precious. Celes took a step back in terror. No matter how docile the animal was, one false step of its huge feet could crush her.

"Shit," she murmured. Celes took a breath and shouted, "Go away, Precious! Get out of here!"

The rabbit paused, sitting up on its hindlegs. Its ears perked up.

"Get the fuck out of her!" Celes's tiny shout came again.

The rabbit bolted to the door, unable to escape, and scratched frantically trying to escape the mysterious sound. It was at that point that Celes realized she had locked the door. This was something Rosanna already knew, though. Prepared for the occasion, she pulled the screwdriver out of its hiding place--a vase on the shelf in the upstairs hallway.

Celes looked up to the desk. There had to be a cure in one of those objects. At least, she hoped. The only trouble would be making it up there at her size. She began running to the twisted cord which led up to her desk. Rosanna stuck the screwdriver into the key hole of the door as quietly as possible.

The sound went unnoticed to Celes who tried picking up the pace to the phone cord. A moment later there was the snap of metal on metal and Rosanna twisted the door handle. Thinking she could get a jump on Celes, she burst through the door, an act which caused a huge gust of air to nearly knock over Celes.

The tiny young woman turned around, hearing and feeling the immense footsteps of her sister approaching. Celes's draw dropped at the sight of the teenage girl wearing her blue jeans which were so tight they looked like they'd bust off her big round hips any second. And she wore a white T-shirt which let everyone know where her huge chest was. Rosanna strolled in more cautiously, not sure where Celes was if she wasn't in her room. Celes's eyes widened as her sister stopped a couple of feet away from her and put her hands on her hips.

She had obviously come to Celes's room looking to start trouble. What's more, she was now 220 feet tall...

Celes craned her neck back to look up at the giant girl, "Holy shit."

"Celes... Celes? Are you here?" Rosanna asked the air.

Why did she have to dress like that? Celes wondered. Everyone already knew how tall and sexy her body was. Now she looked even bigger to Celes. And bigger still. Celes became aware of the change. She looked at her hands and at the carpeting below her.

"I'm still shrinking...," Celes muttered with fear.

Celes knew she couldn't let Rosanna see her, there no telling what the girl would do with her now even more obvious size advantage.



Part 5

There was a tingling in Celes's stomach as she watched as her sister seemed to get bigger and bigger and bigger. Celes let out a trembling sigh now that her sister had appeared to double in size.

"I have got to get on that desk," Celes coached herself. She took off running, pushing aside the rods of carpeting as she ran and looking over her shoulder to keep on eye on her 540 foot sister.

Rosanna looked down to see the hat resting on the floor. She had never seen it before, and she had broken into Celes room quite a few times over the years.

"What the hell?" she said in puzzlement.

A light thumping sound made her turn around. It was her white rabbit Precious, banging a paw on Celes's door.

"There you are!" Rosanna laughed.

Celes froze as she reached the telephone cord. Once there, she spun around having not checked on Rosanna's position in a while and fearing she had been spotted.

Rosanna picked up her rabbit, petting the animal gently. Celes saw this and was relieved to find she still had time to climb up the phone cord.

"Awww... You're all scared," Rosanna consoled her rabbit. She started moving to Celes's bed.

"No, not on the bed, not on the bed," Celes pleaded.

But Rosanna's huge body was soon causing Celes's bed to sink. She set the rabbit down on the sheets and let it hop around a bit.

"Ohhhhhh...," Celes moaned regretably. She felt even more helpless than usual. And she also more light-headed. It could have been turning around so fast that caused her disorientation. But more likely, it was the fact she was only an inch tall now and had no previous perpsective like this. Her mind shifted gears, trying to make sense of the new reality.

"What am I doing in the ocean?" she mumbled to herself, looking at the carpet. She was still reaching for the phone cord. "And how come I'm not wet?"

***

Rosanna picked up her rabbit and petted the animal gently. Precious's heart was going a mile a minute after hearing the strange scream with no source in the room.

"Here," she said, setting the rabbit down on the floor. "Go to your hiding place and calm down."

The rabbit didn't have to be told twice. It bolted out the room and took the corner of the upstairs hall like nobody's business.

Rosanna now knelt down onto the floor to get a closer look at the hat. Her tight blue jeans stretched even tighter on her bent knees and hugged her huge thighs and butt. She carefully picked the hat up.

"Celes? Are you in here?" she asked quietly. "Are you hiding under the bed?"

Rosanna dropped to all fours and peered under Celes's bed.

Seeing Rosanna and the hat in the distance totally threw her mind for a whirl, "Oh my god! Rosanna! You're huge!"

There was no sign of Celes under the bed and so Rosanna turned her attention to the hat again. She lifted it up finding nothing of great importance to it, but instead, saw the tiny white gloves on the floor.

"How did she get so big?" Celes wondered. She looked at her own hand on the phone cord, in a mental stupor. Then it all came rushing back. "No! I'm small! I've got to get up there so I can get big again..."

Rosanna picked the tiny glove up, inspecting them with squinted eyes.

"The fuck is this?" Rosanna said to herself, knowing that Celes didn't own any dolls.

Celes had made up the first few coils of the cord, tiring now that she was using all her strength to climb. About this same time, Rosanna stood, the floor shaking with her huge weight. The phone cord wobbled a little, causing Celes to grip it tighter and make quicker and more long-reaching climbs.

Her sister was now more suspicious of the room. Rosanna set the gloves back down on the floor. She walked to the closet and opened the doors. She vigorously dug through Celes's clothes, searching for any sign of the young woman. Unable to find her, she made a confused yet determined face and closed the doors.

Celes was now more than halfway up the phone cord, and feeling the burn from her fast-paced ascent. She wrapped her legs around part of the wire and used her arms to hang back so she could rest. The dizziness overcame her again. Fearing she'd fall, Celes quickly pulled herself closer to the wire. The sensation ran through her skin and Celes felt the coiled wire becoming too large for her hands.

Realizing she was shrinking again, Celes began her climb up the final quarter of the phone cord praying that there was something up there that could restore her to her normal state.

Rosanna was now pacing across Celes's room. It had become a mission for her. The other side of the room only had Celes's dresser and night stand, but Rosanna still felt the need to check over there. It wasn't as though Celes had too many places to hide and Rosanna hadn't heard Celes leave for the night.

She wandered over to the desk where the objects Celes had taken from the cottage rested. They didn't enter in her mind as something to bother with looking at. Celes had finished the arduous climb up the cord and fell face first onto the hard surface of the desktop with a heaving sigh. She took only a moment to catch her breath before standing so she could begin walking to the objects not to far from her in the distance.

She started walking, but her paced slowed. The feeling of eyes watching her forced Celes to turn around slowly. She saw the titanic body of her younger sister standing in front of the desk. The huge girl didn't appear to be looking down at the time, so Celes cautiously continued walking toward the objects.

But Rosanna caught a glimpse of movement in her eye. She tilted her head down and saw what at first was an oddly shaped bug moving across the desk. However, after a moment's pause, Rosanna realized what it was. She knelt down to get a closer, level look at it.

"Celes!?" Rosanna's tremendous voice echoed. "Is that you?"

Celes stopped dead. Her eyes were wide open and her mouth had dropped open as well. She turned her whole body to see Rosanna's giant face smiling at her.

"Oh shit," Celes barely got out.

Rosanna stood, her gigantic body rising higher and higher over Celes so that Celes gained a true understanding of just how big her sister really was.

"You're so little!" Rosanna said gleefully.

Celes had no idea what to do' running might cause Rosanna to smush her, screaming at her may cause her to act defensively, anything that gave Rosanna the excuse or could annoy her was out of the question. And it was anything that could do that at this point.

"You really are a pip-squeak now!" Rosanna laughed and laughed.

Demeaned and frightened, Celes stood with her legs crossed over each other and her hands behind her back, literally closing up in an effort to feel safe. She used her hand to brush a bit of her black hair behind her ears out of nervous habit. She refused to look up at Rosanna and instead looked at the desktop a bit sadly as Rosanna continued to laugh. A shiver ran through Celes.

'Not again' she thought 'not with Rosanna watching.'

But Celes dwindled and dwindled, the reduction not going unnoticed by Rosanna.

"And you're still shrinking!?" Rosanna laughed. Celes made the mistake of looking up at her sister. Her body seemed to inflate overhead, rising higher and bigger and wider to the tiny Celes, who was now no more than a sliver before the gigantic girl. Celes could only turn her eyes down at the desktop again, about ready to cry at the predicament.

"I must look so huge to you...," Rosanna marveled at her quarter-inch tall sister. "I feel like I'm bigger than the whole world right now."

Rosanna stiffled a laugh, "I guess that sounds silly. But it's like I'm so powerful, I have all this control over you and the tiny little world you're in."

She began thrusting her huge pelvis and hips into the desktop, "Like I can make earthquakes... Or..."

Rosanna stopped the thrusts and leaned over, using her arms and long, flowing brown hair to sheild her. It became black as night around Celes.

"Or make day and night," Rosanna grinned. She leaned back, letting light flood Celes's eye again. "I'm like a goddess to you."

By the look on Rosanna's face, the games had just begun and Celes would be praying for the days when all Rosanna did was hang her upside down by her feet.



Part 6

Rosanna peered down at her minute sister. She chuckled to herself maliciously. To Celes, Rosanna was the equivalent of over a thousand feet in height. Rosanna settled down, her laughter fading to a fiendish grin.

"I can't imagine what it's like for you," she said. "Having a sister who is so much bigger than you; bigger tits, bigger hips, taller and stronger than you."

Rosanna tried ever so hard to not laugh again, "And now this?"

Celes continued to look down the desktop, craning her neck to Rosanna would only strain her anyway.

"I know you were jealous of me," Rosanna continued. "Jealous of my bigger, curvier body..." Rosanna began running her hands across her curves, over her tummy and down her back. She gyrated her body like a stripper, grooving in front of Celes. In a mocking, sensual voice she continued, "Ooooh... Mmmm... I'm the sexy, desirable sister... Mm, with the oh-oh-OH! so big boobs..."

She began thrusting her hips and pelvis into the desk again. The sudden impact threw Celes a few feet back (proportionally), landing on her butt.

"Why aren't you watching me?" Rosanna said in a angered tone. "I was dancing for you."

She rammed her hips harder into the desk, "You ungrateful... little... speck!"

Celes was unable to stand with all the shaking and struggled to get to her feet. Rosanna stopped her barrage and the ground rested enough for Celes to wearily get to her feet, "O.K., I'm really not liking this."

Her huge sister looked down on her with vengeful eyes. She quickly lowered her pointer finger onto the desk right next to Celes. The force and intense speed from the slight act on Rosanna's part seemed like a ton of bricks being dropped next to Celes. She backpeddled away almost stumbling again.

"Get on my fingernail," Rosanna ordered. Celes didn't have much choice and climbed onto her sister fingernail, resting comfortably in the long, concave basin. But Celes was anxious, there was no telling what Rosanna would do now.

She felt herself being lifted, the air rushing around her as Rosanna raised her finger. 'She really has no idea just how big she is to me,' Celes thought. That idea unsettled Celes even more.

"You don't want to watch me?" Rosanna grumbled. "Then I'll force you to stay on the one thing you hate most."

She dumped Celes off her fingernail and onto her enormous bust, her right breast to be exact. Celes stood finding a round expanse of white stretched over Rosanna's huge, firm 44DD bosoms.

"How do you like that?" Rosanna taunted. "Huh? how do you like it?"

She rocked her chest from side to side, causing Celes to collapse to her knees and tumbled over. Celes screamed as she began rolling down the enormous curve of Rosanna's breast, trying to hold on for dear life any bit of fabric she could get. Rosanna tilted her head down to see her tiny sister as she tried in vain to keep herself steady.

"Aww, what's the matter, Celes?" Rosanna said in a mocking motherly-tone. "Are my big bad breasts too scary for you?"

She cupped her hand under her right breast and pushed it up, allowing enough stability for Celes to get on her feet. Celes let out an exhausted sigh. If Rosanna didn't kill her, then her evil games would. Rosanna saw that her sister was on her feet and then let go of her breast, letting it drop with such abrupt force that Celes was in freefall as the grounding below her vanished. It came back a second later, and she bounced against Rosanna's soft bosoms repeatedly. Her sister giggled, then began bouncing her breasts by simply shaking the upper half of her body up and down.

Celes was thrown and fumbled all around unable to hold still or hold on. Rosanna continued to laugh until she her the familiar voice of her mother say, "Rosanna?"

Rosanna spun around, Celes felt as though she would go flying through the air. Luckily, the tiny young woman had a tight enough grip on a bit of the white cotton of Rosanna's shirt. Rosanna was speechless, but it was fine because her mother did the talking.

"Rosanna, what are you doing?" her mother asked with a confused expression. Without thinking she walked toward her mother who was standing in the doorway.

"Uh, nothing," she smiled weakly.

Celes saw her mother, as gigantic as she was, standing before her. She started screaming and shouting as loud as she could, "Mom! Mom! I'm down here! God, please look at me! Mo-o-o-o-o-oo-oo-m!"

"Well, why are you doing it in Celes's room?"

"Um, I was looking for Precious," Rosanna answered.

"She's in the bottom shelf of the linen closet, as always."

***

Celes jumped up and down on her sister's breast, shouting and waving her arms, "Mom! Mo-o-o-o-om! Please!"

She stopped in an instant when things began looking strange. Her mother seemed even more huge than before. Celes realized she was shrinking again, "Oh no... Oh no!"

She desperately cried out to her mother, "Mom! Mo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-om! Please, you have to see me!"

But her voice was too small and she was nothing more than a tiny black spot on Rosanna's big right breast.

***

"Oh," Rosanna answered her mother. "I know-I mean, well because I sent her there."

"I was just curious seeing as how I walk in and you're dancing around like a hula girl."

Rosanna's face turned red, "Oh... uh, I-I'm sorry. I was... I was just admiring my boobs."

She looked down, partly in embarassment and partly checking to see wheer Celes was. She was almost overjoyed when she saw than Celes had actally gotten smaller. As it was, she could barely see Celes so there was no way their mother would be able to spot Celes.

"They're just so big and bouncy, you know?" Rosanna smiled a little. She put her hands on her hips and stuck out her chest, making them look even more impressive.

Her mother gave her an odd look, cracking a bit of a smile, "I suppose."

"It's like, 'cause, Celes doesn't really have boobs as big as me. And I'm bigger than a lot of the girls in my school, too."

"I see."

"Sometimes, I wonder if they'll get any bigger, you know?"

"Rosa," her mother chuckled. "If you get any bigger, you won't be able to fit through the doors."

Rosanna laughed at this, over-dramatically so she could shake her chest around and send Celes flying about, screaming.

"Vanity is not a good thing," her mother smiled. "But I understand what you're saying. I'll spare you the whole 'your body's changing' speech if you just go to bed and stay out of your sister's room."

"O.K."

"O.K., goodnight, Rosa," she leaned forward, kissed her daughter goodnight and left the room.

Rosanna looked down, her chin at her neck, to see the tiny dot which Celes had become.

"Looks like there's less and less of poor little Celes," Rosanna snickered. She put her fingernail to Celes. "Hop on."

Celes climbed in and Rosanna set her shrunken sister onto the desktop.

"I'll be back in a bit, just til mom thinks I'm asleep," Rosanna grinned. "Then I'll be back with a magnifying glass, so don't move from that spot, pip-squeak."

Rosanna smiled, waving at her tiny older sister. As she turned, she noticed the open box full of pastel candies and grabbed one, thinking they were mints. Rosanna popped the candy into her mouth as she exited Celes's room.

Now was Celes's chance. She had become one-eighth of an inch tall but figured if she ran she could still make it to the objects before she shrank again. Well, she figured. Celes took off running finding that the objects now seemed thousands of feet further than before.

As Rosanna entered her room, she felt a sudden dizziness overcome her. Everything seemed different. A moment later her body, clothes and all, zipped down to no more than two and a half inches. It took a second or two of blinking for Rosanna to realize what had happened. She screamed at the top of her lungs and then past out due to intense shock.



Part 7

The hard pale expanse of the desktop had worn the tiny Celes out. She panted, gasping for breath as she fell to her knees. Her arms shot out in front of her to keep from falling face first into the desktop. Celes lingered for a long moment, balancing on her hands and knees, her butt propped slightly up in the air. The desktopwas moving closer to her face. The dazed young woman realized she was shrinking again, now she'd be no larger than one-sixteenth of an inch tall.

Refusing to shrink down to nothing, Celes used all her might to push herself off the ground and keep running. She made it no more than a dozen ungraaceful steps before stumbling face first onto the ground and passing out due to exhaustion.

Celes had a horrific dream. She was standing in the street outside her house. The world around grew and grew and grew. The neighborhood children playing with their mothers watching them all began running after Celes. Their giant footsteps shook the earth so much Celes thought it would break apart. She tried to run back to her house, but it was lifted off the ground by a pair of giant fingers. Celes turned around, the world changed, everything grew bigger and faster. The earth at her feet became denim from Rosanna's tight blue jeans. The moutains in the distance rose as Rosanna sat up and grew larger. Her mountainous chest became the sky which was dressed in white from her T-shirt. Celes panicked. She was unable to escape her immeasurable sister. She could hear Rosanna's laughter like thunder. Celes looked to the clouds, finding that Rosanna's one open eye was the Sun. Turning her head to the other horizon, Celes saw Rosanna's other eye as a full moon. Rosanna's laughter got louder and more forceful. She began growing bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger. Poor tiny Celes was being surrounded by the woven fabric mountains of Rosanna's jeans. The crests soon enveloped her and Celes gave out an infintisimal scream before vanishing in the blackness of the valleys.

Celes's bright blue-green eyes exploded open. But she did not hurry to sit up. The sound of voices around her made her uneasy.

"I say, what ever do you think it could be?" the first voice said. Celes couldn't tell if it was male or female.

"You're asking me like I'm a bloody biologist...," the other voice answered.

"The supposition was you could lend sone insight. Must you be ever so denfensive?"

"Quite."

"I see," the voice answered.

Celes quietly and discreetly rolled off her side and onto her back to get a better look at the speakers. She was shocked and amazed to find that they weren't human at all. They were bug-like creatures, dark gray in color, with potato-shaped bodies. They had six arms and six legs each and two fat antannae swept back on each of their head just aboce their big black disc-shaped eyes.

Celes gasped a quiet breath, looking at her hands and body. She had shrunk in her sleep. Looking to the horizon, she saw that the objects were even further away.

"Well now, it looks as though our mysterious stranger has awakened," one of the bugs said.

Celes quickly turned her head to the bugs.

"You there, yes, you I say," the first bug said to Celes. "Perhaps you can settle a squabble for us..."

Celes sat almost petrified, wide-eyed at the creatures.

"Could you tell what you are?" the first continued.

"I'm very very small...," Celes muttered.

"Well, we're all rather small here," the first one replied, a bit disappointed with the answer.

"Poor bastard, no wings, no antannae, and now no brains...," the second said under his breath.

"D!" the first hissed. "Mind your manners for once in your life and bite your tongue...!"

The first turned to Celes, "I'm ever so sorry, he's a bit of a rascal."

"Uh-huh," Celes answered vacantly.

"Oh, don't go on making excuses for me, you pompous wanker," D shot at the first.

"Well who in the name of Saint Peter's holy ghost is going to keep that acidic little mouth of yours in check?"

"You know as well as I both our mouths are acidic, its how we digest food for God's sake...!"

"Oh my god... I've finally gone crazy," Celes said to herself. She stood up, pacing around a bit. "That's just great..."

"C," said D. "I belive its talking to itself."

"Well that's because we're talking to each other and we have not yet properly introduced ourselves," C answered. "You there! So sorry about the informalities. I say, my name is C and this rapier wit is D."

"My name's Celes," she answered.

"An unusual name, I must admit," D replied.

C gave him a dirty look which D simply shrugged at in all honesty.

"We were pondering what sort of animal you were," C explained. "If its no offense, would you care to tell us?"

"Sure," Celes shrugged. "I'm a human being."

C and D looked at each other.

"That's no kind of animal I've ever heard of," D said.

"Nor I, but there is no reason to point that out, D...," C reprimanded.

"Your constant rebuttle is going to get us hallumped one day."

"Like the time we ran into that Jabberwock?"

"Oh, pick the one instance it was my fault, why don't you?"

"Jabberwock?" Celes muttered. "Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dum over here..."

A smile crossed her face. She now knew what to eat once she got to the objects. The bottles were too big to open. But the wafers, if anything like the story, those cookies would make her grow.

"Hey, I've got to get to that music box over there," Celes interrupted the bickering bugs and pointed to the distance where the objects rested like a bizarre mountain palace.

C and D looked to each other, then back at Celes.

"Why?" D inquired.

"Look, I wasn't always this small. I was really really really really really big. Really," Celes paused, questioning her choice of words for a moment.

"Well, what happened?" C asked.

"I don't know exactly, but I know I have to get to that music box to get back to normal."

"Normal?" D seemed to challenge. "Tell us, how big were you before this... unexplained phenomenom?"

"Compared to now, I was huge," Celes held her arms out.

"Bigger than a Jabberwock?" C asked.

"I guess," she shrugged.

"Bigger than a golf ball?" D asked.

"I was so big I could hold a golf ball in my hand," Celes answered emphatically.

C and D froze, looking at each other with astonishment. They couldn't imagine something that immense. D's eyes became slantly for a moment, as a smile cracked his lip-less mouth. He looked to C. C also cracked a smile.

"It would appear our friend has played a fool on us...," C nodded.

C and D laughed a loud while Celes stood there offended and confused as to why they didn't believe her.

"But I do think you mean, played us for fools," D answered.

"Oh, heavens no, my good D," C replied. "For if we were played for fools, we would have fallen for it. But you see, we figured out it was a fooling, and so the fool was only played upon us."

"I see now," D answered. "But your only flaw in that logic is that 'we' solved nothing. It was I who figured it out, so you were quite the fool."

"Must you always, you achtrocious bastard?!" C remarked.

"Guys!" Celes shouted. "Or things! Look, whatever the fuck you are, could you please just help me get to the goddamn music box?"

"Well, not if you're going to ask like that," C answered.

"No," D interrupted. "I like it when other people tell windbag over here to shove a sock in it."

"Oh bother," C sighed.

"Besides, I'm quite interested to see a creature large enough to hold a golf ball in its hand," D smiled.

"You kidding me, right? Celes asked in a dry tone.

"Not in the least," D replied.

"Just take me to the music box and I'll prove to you that I was that gigantic."

"Um, not to be rude," C added. "But, um... You're dwindling."

Celes looked down at her body, and at her hands. She was shrinking again. The bugs who were once here height now seemed double that as Celes shrank to half her former size.

"Shit," she squeaked. Celes clasped a hand over her mouth in shock. Her voice was so tiny it scared her. She slowly moved her hand away, "Oh no, no... I can take being bounced on Rosanna's breasts, I can take not being seen by my own mother, I can even take talking to bugs... But the voice is too fucked up to let slide."

C and D looked at each other, now even more unsure of just exactly what kind of creature they had met.

"What's the fastest way to get over to that box?" Celes asked.

C looked down at the half-pint Celes, "Well, we can run rather fast with twelve appendages and all. You can ride on my back."

C got down on all legs and D picked Celes up like a child and placed her on C's back.

"Thank you," Celes said, unprepared for suddenly being carried about.

"Shall we race?" D asked C, getting on all legs.

"Can we ever not?" C replied.

"Old Filmore rules," D added.

C sighed, "Fine..."

"Off we go then!" D shouted. The two bugs shot across the barren landscape of the deskstop. Celes dug her fingers into C's rough backside in an effort to hold on. The wind blew back her black hair and pushed her the same direction. Despite all the inconviences, the music box was getting closer and at the time, that's all Celes cared about.



Part 8

After a few minutes, Celes got used to the constant gusting wind that nearly tore her off the back of the bug-like creature she was riding on. It didn't take long before the little woman began feeling even littler. Celes felt a tingle rush up her spine that made her eyes pop open wide. Her full lips parted slightly, unsure if she would be loud enough as she dwindled smaller on C's back.

"Oh... Uh... Um... C?!" she shouted. "I think... I think I'm shrinking again!"

"Faster, then, I suppose?" he shouted back.

"Please!" Celes pleaded.

The bugs shot off faster, Celes practically dug her fingers into the creature's back to hold on. Once the race to the music box was over, the bugs stopped. D lifted gently lifted Celes off C's back and set her down on the ground. She was no taller than their knees now. A shiver came over her as she stared up at the two big bugs. Celes shrank smaller, watching as they loomed over her like two huge parade balloons. She was now no taller than their ankles.

"My dear, if you don't mind me saying so, you've become quite petite," C remarked.

Celes looked at her hand, mystified and panicky, "It's happening faster...!"

"This will be one spectacular sight, you know, watching this tiny little thing become a humongous creature," D said.

Celes ran to the smooth, shiny side of the music box trying to find a way for her tiny body to squeeze in.

"That was totally uncalled for," C reprimanded. "You're going to upset our friend here."

"Oh, so place all the blame on me, why don't you? It's not my fault the situation has deteriorated," D answered.

"I've had just about all I can take of your mouthing off today--"

"I say, do you smell that?"

"What on Saint Peter's green earth...?"

"It smells like the time we had that unfortunate run in with the--"

C and D turned around and screamed, "Jabberwock!"

That made Celes turn around to witness a hideous beast with bulging yellow eyes and sticky orange skin. It's eight, thin, crab-like legs balances its long snake-like neck which held a head with jaws like a shark's. Compared to the two bugs, it was the size of an elephant. To Celes, it was too big to imagine.

The Jabberwock slugged a leg at C, sending him flying backward toward Celes. C hit the music box, his weight cracking the side where Celes stood closest to. She could hear D being cruched into as the poor bug screamed for help. Celes couldn't see over C's body and found that it was becoming bigger alongside her. Fearing her shrinkage would continue, Celes ran into the tiny crack created by the impact and was inside the box.

The jewelry was far too large for her to worry about and she easily mavigated toward the wafers in the velvet bag at the center of the box. She could see the towering above her like some strange pagoda. Celes ran to them, readying to bite one of the cookies. But the tower suddenly stretched further and further away. Celes slowed down realizing that her shrinking body was causing her to be more distanced.

She panted, feverishly looking around as the world grew bigger and bigger and bigger around her.

"Its not stopping...," she mumbled. "Why isn't it stopping...? Why isn't it stopping?!"

Germs and bacteria passing around her watched her for only a moment.

"What's that?"

"No idea."

"You think it's edible."

"I wouldn't try it... Could be dangerous."

Their voices disappeared and Celes found the darkness of the room opening up. There was an enormous expanse of dark blue orbs all around her. She stood on the uneven orbs until they became too big for her to stand on and she had to remain on one. Celes was becoming more and more frantic, she finally burst out in an anxiety attack, "I'm just going to keep on shrinking and shrinking and shrinking! Until I'm so tiny there won't be anything left!"

Tears streamed down her face and she put her head in her hands, only to feel a slight discomfort in her pointer finger. She curiously looked at her fingernail, finding a bit of white fluff under it. She pulled the bit out and let it fall, watching as it grew bigger and bigger beside her. Celes's mind suddenly spat out an answer, "The gloves!"

It was fluff from the glove, still causing her to shrink. She watched as the horrific white ball grew beside her, it gave off some sort of shrinking radiation to her. Celes ran at the ball, which was now ten feet around to her. Running at full speed and shrinking smaller and smaller as she neared the fluff, Celes shoved with all her might. It sent the fluff ball off the edge of the huge atom.

Her shrinking had stopped, but Celes slipped through the electron cloud of the atom. Acting quickly, she grabbed on to the "edge" of the cloud trying to hold on as best she could. There was nothing but darkness below her, only the tiny dot of the nucleus which seemed billions of miles away. Her hands felt like they were holding on to soap suds. Celes lost her grip, and plummetted down to the nucleus, screaming. And screaming and screaming. Finally, she gave up on the whole idea of screaming finding it was only making her hoarse and the fall would probably take forever at the rate she was going.

"How the fuck did I get here," she asked herself. "If I ever get out of this atom, things are going to be different..."

There was an intense pull on her body. Celes felt as though her clothes were going to rip off. The pull of the nucleus was accelerating her fall. Celes closed her eyes, deciding now was a good time to resume the screaming bit as the nucleus got closer and closer. Celes felt a cool gust come over her, a tingling heat around her skin. Fearing she'd burn up, Celes decided to make peace with whatever God she had been neglecting, "If it's Jesus, or Allah, or Buddha, or just plain God, or even if we were all fucking wrong and it's Satan! I'm sorry for anything I ever did to piss you off!"

A moment later Celes collided with solid ground, feeling an unmistakable quaking around her. She stayed there a long moment, flat on her belly, her eyes covered by her hands. She opened her eyes, searching through her fingers like they were bars. There seemed to be mountains, cliffs, and canyons all around her. Uncertain, she removed her hands from her face and used them to push herself up.

Celes stood, surveying the landscape. Everything seemed normal, Earth-like. There were trees, lakes, houses in the distance, open pastures. Unable to believe this, Celes turned around as though there was someone behind her to comment to. Confused, she looked forward again.

"I'm in Indiana?" she said with sarcastic bewilderment.

A flock of tiny winged gorillas went slowly past her eyes. Celes stared at them with dead-pan amazement. The absurdity finally reached a climax when one of the gorillas bringing up the rear turned to her and said simply, "Hey."

Then continued on its way. Celes shook her head rapidly, almost ready to grip her temples like her scalp was coming off.

"Oh! This all makes such perfect sense now! I've gone fucking insane!" she shouted.

Maybe it was the slightly tilted angle of her head, or the fact that the winged gorillas had put things in perspective by being so small. It could have even been the fact that Celes was finally thinking about where she was instead of just seeing it. Whatever the case, Celes now realized she was fifty-four miles high.



Part 9

"When did this happen?" Celes said to herself in a loud whisper as she looked down the long expanse of her body to the distant ground below. The huge young woman breathlessly glanced at the scenery below. The houses and farms were no larger than the little green houses on a Monopoly board. Surprised of her new size, Celes carefully thought about her next move, seeing as how her impact from the fall had created a nearly circular mountain range.

She lifted her tremendous foot out of the thick dirt and rock, setting the big black treads of her shoes outside the mountains and into a rocky desert. The earth quaked with the slight movement on her part. She could hear the rumble echoing lightly in the distance. An unexpected smile ran across her full lips. Something about this new size titilated her.

Celes lifted her left foot out of the rocky valley she had created and slammed it down into the freedom of the desert on the other side. The ground shook more violently than before, the echo resonating with a boom. A shiver went down her spine. A good shiver. She crouched down, resting her elbows on her knees and balancing on her toes so she could get a better look at the village that lay at the edge of the desert. The buildings were medieval at best, and the people were dressed much in the same way. The tiny, tiny folk didn't seem to notice the enormous face peering down at them in the busy shuffle of their town. All it took was the passing glance of one merchant to the skies to check the weather. He stumbled back, people laughing at him. But they saw his eyes fixated on the heavens. Those eyes that had ben filled with laughter turned to the sky and their laughter turned to screams and hollers.

Celes smiled so much so that her teeth showed, probably frightening the miniscule people even more. She laughed, watching as they ran. Without thinking about it, Celes cupped her and dug her fingers deep into the earth in front of the village. She plowed the rest of her hand deep below the ground causing a monumental earth-shaker that brought all the people to their knees and threatened to topple buildings. Celes pulled her hand straight up, ripping up the village and much of the earth under and around it as well.

Those people who had made it to the outskirts in time were knocked backward only to watch the incredible sight as their village was uprooted by the giantess. A mountain of dirt below the homes and businesses trickled some chucks of earth down at them. Celes carried the tiny village to her face, watching as people ran to the edge and then ran back when they realized there was no ground below them for a couple miles.

The giantess stood from her crouched position, rising higher and higher to the people in a movement so simple to her. At her full height of fifty-four miles with the tiny village and acres of earth in her hand, Celes felt like she never had ever before. She was unstoppable. She was insurmountable. She was more powerful than she had ever felt, ever. The super-huge young woman laughed whole-heartedly, the minute shakings of her body causing the tiny people to be spilt around in the village. A few of those people tumbled off the edge of the load Celes was holding. She saw them plummet and held out her right hand directly below to catch them. A few of the tiny people bounced into the palm of her vast, soft hand. They stood, unharmed and relieved to not have been flattened by the fall. Celes's laughter faded, a big smile still on her face.

The people in her hand were tinier than she could have ever imagined. Unless she was looking right at them, they would look no different than grains of sand to her. She then remembered the torment Rosanna had put her through. With a guilty sigh, she lowered the village back into the hole she had dug and slipped her hand out. Celes peered down at the tiny people in her hand who cowered, fearing what the giantess might do. She contemplated licking her hand clean of the tiny folk, and shook off the repulsive idea. As small as they were, they were still human, right?

Celes pondered just exactly where she was as she tilted her hand gently so that the people could roll into bales of hay safely. Before the fall, she remembered standing on the atom. 'Inside an atom?' she wondered. 'How is it I'm able to breathe?'

"I say! You there!" a man voice shouted, it was as though he was speaking through a megaphone.

Celes didn't hear it at first and dusted off her hands, standing back to her full height.

"You there! I say again! You there!! Are you deaf or ignoring me!?!" the man's voice shouted.

Celes squinted, looking down toward the mountains she had created she saw a tiny man dressed like Marco Polo, well what Celes thought Marco Polo would have dressed like. Celes bent over, not quite able to see the annoyed little man.

"Ah! Very good!" he shouted. He was speaking through a megaphone. 'Odd,' Celes thought, considering how medieval everything else looks here.' 'Then, again,' she shrugged, 'I'm inside an atom--how reasonable is that?'

"What in blazes do you plan to do about my house!?" the man shouted.

"What house?" her mighty voice answered, it pushed the man backward and shook the mountain he stood on.

Startled by her voice, Celes was embarassed to say anything more.

"The one you flattened not more than a few minutes ago with that mind-boggling girth of yours!" he shouted.

Celes looked at her body, she was skinny as ever, but she supposed to the tiny man she looked differently. Or maybe he was just being a prick. Celes started to get mad as he continued to berate and accuse her.

"Your senseless belly-flop has totally leveled any hopes of moving my furniture into my new house and turned my once majestic view of the countryside from a cliff top into a re-hashed desert scene out of a bad novel!"

The tightness around Celes squinted eyes had reached a boiling point. Her temper was a short-fuse anyway just by living with Rosanna for so long, and this little man was pushing all the right buttons with his tone.

"Now what do you plan to do about it, you slack-jawed, over-grown, over-fed Gargantuan-ette?!"

Celes took a moment to take a deep breath, closing her eyes slightly, ready to approach the situation calmly and rationally. After all, he was no bigger than a flea to her.

"How the fuck did you expect me to know I was going to fall on your house on your property?!" Celes roared. Her immense vocal cords shattered the mountain and the tiny man with his megaphone slipped backward falling with the rocks and boulders. Celes caught him in her giant palm.

"You think I'm some kind of a fucking psychic?! How the fuck was I supposed to know you just bought it?! And do you think I'm that much of a fucking bitch where I'd purposely go after your house!? I don't even know who the hell you are!" the force of her words was literally driving the tiny man into the crevices of her hand. And the shower of hot, humid air from her mouth soaked him as well.

Celes stopped her enraged rebuttle. The tiny man picked up his megaphone, clearing his throat, and putting it to his mouth. He seemed to hesitate as he said, "No, I guess not..."

"Right," Celes nodded. "It was an accident and I'm sorry for that, but don't start bitching at me for shit I didn't do on purpose."

"Yes, well... Ahem," he muttered in the megaphone. "I'll have to remember that."

***

The Queen leaned over the rail of her balcony immersed in the gigantic vision that stood on the horizon.

"Dearest...!" she shouted. "Come look at this!"

"What is it, my Queen?" he asked from the other side of the bed.

"It's a girl... An incredible girl... A huge, phenomenal, gigantic girl!" the Queen replief with glee.

"Is she pretty?" he asked meekly as he shuffled out from around the bed and hobbled up to a stool alongside the Queen.

The Queen's enjoyment was halted by the King's comment. She turned slowly to the diminutive, three foot man and back-handed him off the stool.

"That doesn't matter!" she barked.

"...of course not," the King coughed in a sickly tone.

"That girl knows the secret... She must. And if I get her, I can persuade her to tell me...," the Queen smile fiendishly.

She spun around, "Jack!"

A wiry man with a moustache and a bald head poked his head into the Queen's chamber, "Yes, your highness?"

"Get your brother Mr.Spade and assemble a hand to retrieve that...," the Queen pointed out the balcony to the huge figure of Celes standing on the horizon.

Jack's eyes were wide in dry amazement, "Alrighty..."

"Go now!" the Queen shouted.

"Should we take the mini-van or perhaps something... um... bigger?" Jack asked.

"Take a limo," the Queen grinned.

"A stretch?" Jack added.

"I'll take care of the seating arrangements! Just get her!" the Queen rasped.

"Yeah, this was a good career choice," Jack muttered as he pull his head out of the Queen's room and closed the door.

Jack looked down the long hall, finding his brother Spade talking with three masked men all in red; Six, Five, and Ten. Spade was bald like his brother and just as lean, but he didn't have a moustache. He had a goatee.

"Hey," Jack said as he approached the group. "Her royal coronary wants us to haul some chick back in a limo."

"Fucking finally," Spade replied. "Is she hot?"

"Yeah, she's a real looker...," Jack answered. "But that ain't the problem."

"You always got to ruin it for me. What's the problem?" Spade folded his arms.

"Have you looked out any of the windows on the east wing lately?" Jack said smugly.

***

The Queen yanked a candlestick out of the wall, and a large cannon-like laser rolled out from behind the fireplace. It had a seat for the operator of the weapon and a series of controls. The battery was already warming up as it slowed alongside the Queen and stopped. She tossed the broken candlestick to the King.

"Dearest, have them replace that!" she ordered.

The candlestick hit the King square in the nose, he fell backward hitting his head on the bedpost.

The Queen jumped into the seat, and for a woman of her size that was an accomplishment. She was eight foot four, her measurements somewhere around 52-32-52, with long, toned legs. Those curves were stretched into a reddish-black catsuit and shrouded with a royal robe the same color and trimmed with black fur. Her black boots boosted her up to eight foot seven. The Queen tossed aside her raven hair and then pulled up a scope so she could aim with her fiery hazel eyes at the gigantic Celes.

The laser cannon buzzed with power. The Queen pulled a trigger under her hand in one smooth movement. A yellow-green blast burst from the cannon, racing toward Celes. Celes turned in time to see the band of light hit her right between the eyes. Instantly, Celes felt a familiar sensation. Dazed, she watched the mountains rise over her and the trees become forests. The tiny man with the megaphone who had been in her hand was gently placed on the ground. Soon, Celes was proportionally back to her normal size of five foot four compared to the man who was five foot eight.

Her eyes darted around. She blinked quickly, unsure of what had just happened.

"One of us needs to lay off the ale," the man muttered, dropping his megaphone in disbelief.

Celes looked down at her body, then back at the man, "Does this kind of thing happen a lot here?"

"Does what happen? Gigantic young women becoming normal sized in simply a second? Oh why yes, that's common place! As you can see, I'm not frazzled in the least...."

Celes gave an equally sarcastic glare to the man, shaking her head ever so slightly, "I should've crushed you into that mountain-side when I had the chance..."



Part 10

There was some good that came out of the sudden change in Celes's size. She able to hold somewhat of a normal conversation with the man whose house she had crushed. He explained he was a scientist and told Celes about the inventions he had given to the Queen. The house Celes had demolished was a gift from the Queen. According to the man, not many people were treated well by the Queen. So when the black limosine rolled up alongside them and Spade and Jack stepped out along with their masked, numbered friends, the man became a bit nervous.

"You there," Jack ordered at the man. "State your name and business."

Spade took a good look at Celes and in his deepest voice said, "Hi, there..."

Celes nervously waved back.

The man got on his knees and simply said, "I am in the service of her royal majesty for all time."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah...," Jack muttered. "What's with you and the girl?"

"She fell on my house..."

"Lucky bastard," Spade muttered, looking to Celes again. "Enjoying your stay in the Queen's realm?

"Well, aside from all the other shit that's happened, yeah I guess," Celes shrugged. She was too busy looking at the imposing masked men.

Spade noticed she wasn't looking at him and turned around to look at the guards as well, "Don't worry, they're partly for show. They won't hurt you."

Jack turned around, looking to his brother, "Hey, are we leaving witnesses?"

"God no!" Spade shouted over Celes.

"Right...," Celes answered. "Why are they out of order? Five, six and ten? Shouldn't it be seven?"

There was the sound of unsheathing metal, a scream from the man and moment later the sloshing swipe as Jack removed the man's head.

"We don't ride with Seven any more," Spade muttered.

"Why not?" Celes asked quickly, realizing the man was dead and becoming concerned for her own life.

"Because seven ate nine," Jack answered in a business-like tone, walking up behind her. He had already cleaned his sword. Spade raised an eyebrow, seeing the half-standing, headless corpse which fell with a thump onto the ground. Spade took this chance to put his arm around Celes and lead her to the limosine so that she would not see the body.

Once inside the limo, Celes felt all the eyes on her. She glanced around at her traveling companions for the moment.

"So, I see you're not much of a talker," Spade grinned. "Ain't nothing wrong with that..."

"There will be when I don't answer you back," Celes muttered. She was surprised at her own words. After all, she knew they had just killed the Marco Polo-dressed man. Spade squirmed in his seat at the remark and Jack chuckled, then laughed whole-heartedly. This caused an up-roar of laughs from the masked, numbered men. The whole car was laughing right up to the castle's huge double-doors.

"Watch your tongue around the Queen," Jack smiled. "Or you might lose more than your head."

Celes nodded. She was escorted out of the limo and into the castle, through a long corridor and into the Queen's court. There were already people standing against the walls. They were well-dressed and some of them looked like children. Jack and Spade walked away, leaving Celes alone in the middle of the court.

Trumpets blared and out-walked the three foot tall King. He jumped up on his smaller throne and shouted, "All kneel, her royal highness enters!"

Everyone in the room dropped to their knees, as did Celes, who had her head tilted up so she could see the over eight foot, busty, leggy woman walk in from behind the curtains. She stopped, looking out at the bowing crowd and said, "You may rise."

The spectators did, as did Celes. The Queen approached her with a smile, "So, you're our new guest?"

"Uh, um, yes, your highness" Celes answered, tilting her neck back to look the Queen in her eyes. The Queen's supremely ample bust was hard for Celes to see past.

"I remember you being a tad larger earlier, though," the Queen smiled.

Celes nodded, "Well, yes, I was."

"Tell me, how was it you were so big?"

"Well, I, I got really small," Celes replied.

The Queen chuckled, "Well, I can see that...!"

There was a laugh allowed from the crowd until the Queen gently raised a hand up, and they stopped.

"But how is it you became so large?" the Queen asked again, placing her hands on her firm, wide hips.

"Like I said, I shrank. I got really really tiny," Celes tried to explain, but the Queen's patience was running out.

"I understand that," she said, more anger in her tone than before.

"No, I don't think you do, because if you did--"

"Silence!" the Queen barked. "The gun!"

The King pulled out a laser gun from behind the Queen's giant throne and tossed it to his wife. She caught it effortlessly and pointed it at Celes. Celes noticed that the crowd was becoming very unsettled, but not allowed to leave.

"Now then," the Queen grumbled. "Are you going to tell me how you got so huge or not?"

"But I did!" Celes protested.

The Queen aimed the gun at her and pulled the trigger. At once, Celes felt herself contracting. She looked up to find the Queen looking bigger and bigger and bigger, taller and taller and taller, wider and wider and wider on her sensual curves. Celes only two feet tall next to the more than eight foot Queen. She suddenly realized the people in the crowds around her weren't children, they had been shrunk!

The Queen barely turned her neck down to see Celes. All Celes saw was the long, huge figure of the Queen's body and beyond her huge tits, only her eyes and the very top of her head.

"You're only making this harder on yourself. Now, were you big before?"

"Yes," Celes nodded frantically, fearing how much more smaller she'd become.

"And how big was that?"

Celes would answer anything, just so long as she didn't shrink any further, "I was so big, I didn't even know your kingdom existed. I was less than a pin head to me...!"

Perhaps Celes said too much, for the Queen was practically salivating at the idea of that kind of enormity, "And so how was it you were so large?"

"I don't know... I was always that way...!"

"Liar!" the Queen zapped Celes again.

"No, please!" Celes shouted, but she was already getting smaller and smaller. "Doesn't anything in this fucking universe make things grow!?!"

At two inches, Celes had gone right back to her original predicament. But her own words had given her an idea.

"Now then tiny one," the Queen said getting down on her knees. "Tell me how to become that big or I will continue to shrink you until there is nothing left, like this!"

The Queen held the gun up suddenly and pulled the trigger repeatedly at a finely dressed, svelte-figured blond haired woman who shrieked in horror as she shrank and shrank and shrank and shrank before the people and disappeared.

"Alright!" Celes shouted. "I'll help you! But I need the gun you're holding!"

The Queen looked at Celes suspiciously.

"Do you want to get big or what?" Celes added.

The Queen leaned forward, putting her giant face right in front of Celes, "No tricks, or I'll stomp you into the marble."

Celes nodded and the Queen set down the gun, and stood, letting Celes make the needed adjustments. Celes hopped around the huge laser gun, searching for anything that could be used as a reverse switch. And there it was, on the underside of the handle, "I knew it..."

It was s simple white switch that was set on 'shrink', Celes pushed it in with all her might to 'grow'. She hopped around some more, pretending to fiddle with more of the instruments on the gun. Then she looked up at the Queen, "Done!"

The Queen knelt down again to pick up the gun.

"Now all you have to do is fire it at me and it will reflect back and you'll grow!" Celes explained.

The Queen smiled. The people in the court were banging on the doors to be let out. She pointed the gun at Celes and fired. Celes was unprepared to feel herself expand and in only a couple second was standing at thirty feet over the dumbfounded Queen.

"You tricked me!" she rasped.

"Yep," Celes answered and grabbed the gun, trying to pull it from the Queen's hands.

"Give me that!" the Queen shouted.

"Let go!" Celes shouted back.

The gun went off in the Quuen's face. She stumbled back, growing even as she fell onto her big, tight and round butt. She watched in awe as the court shrank and shrank, her head rising to the ceiling. She looked to the screaming people around her, seeing that she had sat on a good deal of them. Some of their arms were still dangling and fighting to get free.

Celes had stumbled back, too, and saw that the gun had fallen from both their hands. To her amazement, the gun was big enough for her hands, "Its growing with us?"

Not one to pass up the fortune of the defying laws of physics the gun was displaying, Celes reached for it, only to find the Queen's hand was there as well. THey struggled to gain control of the gun.

"Stop it, you bitch!" Celes roared. "I need that to get home!"

"You insidious little wretch!" the Queen shouted. "As soon as I'm large enough, I'll make you nothing more than a splatter under my boot!"

Flashes from the gun went off back and forth, Celes felt herself getting bigger and bigger and bigger. Her head pressed up against the ceiling so tightly, she was almost afraid her neck would snap. The Queen was also growing, to Celes's dismay. What's more, she was on top of Celes in an effort to wrestle the gun free. It was more incentive for Celes winning, if she didn't the growing Queen would smash her flat.

Their expansion flooded into other parts of the castle, their growing bodies knocking down walls like they were made of paper. The people who had been in the Queen's court, fled in the crevices created by the downed walls. Celes was becoming more and more frustrated with the Queen's merciless fight to wrench the gun free from her hands. Celes figured she should just give her what she wants.

"Here, dumb ass!" Celes growled. She pulled the trigger, letting the blast hit the Queen in the eyes. The blinded Queen gripped Celes tighter for only a moment until she felt the need to rub her eyes. Celes quickly kicked the growing woman off her. The Queen busted through the very top of the castle, her huge breasts making short work of the stone construction. She and Celes could be seen in the distance by the peasants and nobles of the land alike.

"Run for you lives! It's the Queen! She's become a giantess!"

She continued to grow, her knees filling the castle, destroying it and then spreading to the gardens and lands surrounding the castle. Celes had dove away, spreading her two hundred foot frame across the countryside. She was still growing when she heard the tremendous stomps of the Queen's boots coming up behind her.

The Queen had become a behemoth, reaching farther into the sky than Celes could see. Her mammoth proportions were so expansive they blotted out the light given off by the electrons spinning around the nucleus. The Queen's enormous bosoms bounced as she approached with a wide swing in her hips. Celes felt tiny again, though she was now five hundred feet tall compared to the mountains and homes around her, the Queen was so big Celes was no more than an ant at the tip of her boot.

"I can't let her get out of the atom...," Celes coached herself. She saw the gun in her hand, "Hey, wait a minute..."

Suddenly, everything wasn't so bad. Celes pointed the gun right at her own face and pulled the trigger repeatedly, compulsively. She stood, feeling her body expand quicker and quicker. As she grew, she changed the settings on the gun. Celes backed away from the Queen who immediately tried to snatch the gun away from Celes. But Celes doubled, then tripled, quadrupled in size in only a few seconds.

"Nuh, uh, uh...," she warned, waving a finger at the Queen. Celes's head poked through the electron cloud of the atom. She was almost twice as huge as the Queen. Celes fired the gun at her, and the immense blast from the giant-sized gun sent the Queen hurdling down smaller and smaller and smaller. She watched as Celes's big black work shoes became super-huge mountains and bits of gravel next became super-huge mountains. She vanished into an even smaller world where her humongous butt flattened a whole seaside city and caused an overwhelming tidal wave.

She saw that the shiny skyscrapers and glossy buildings looked like no more than teeny shavings of silver and glass. The Queen stood, marveling at how incredibly over-sized her body was. She carefully took hold of a fallen tower of a skyscraper and peered into it with her immense eyes. The people inside were so incredibly tiny to her they were barely noticeable as moving objects. The Queen laughed loudly, "At last! I'm huge!"

In the meantime, Celes had surpassed the electron cloud. She set the gun back to 'grow' and fired it repeatedly at her face. She climbed out of the atom, finding that the molecules and elements quickly wrapped together around her to make the normal world. It was like having the world move from smaller to larger in fast-forward. She realized she was still in the music box, or what she had designated as the music box. The jewelry soon proved too much of an obstacle and the seven inch tall Celes pushed the lid open, growing as she did so.

Relieved she could return to normal, Celes climbed out of the box and waited to stop growing so she could gauge her height properly.



Part 11

The desk top wasn't as bleak and forboding as it once had been to Celes. She looked at the objects, figuring out how they all fit into the original story. There could be some intruiging possibilities to all those things, Celes pondered as she stretched taller. She became aware that she was almost two feet tall, and so, Celes climbed off the desk. She slowly grew to a height of three feet and stopped.

"Hmm," she murmured, looking at her small stature in relation to the rest of the room. She wasn't sure just how big another blast from the laser gun would make her. Celes didn't want to bust down the entire house. She figured that she didn't have to give herself a full blast from the gun. Maybe it could just be a little squeeze from the trigger.

Celes aimed the gun at her body and carefully, barely tugged at the trigger.

"Ooh!" she shot up, almost hitting her head on the ceiling. In wonderment of her new size, examined the rest of the room. She was nearly eight feet tall. She was too big for her bed, too big for any clothes but the ones she was wearing. She was taller than the doorway, taller than Rosanna. That comparison set lights and alarms off in her head.

"I'm bigger than Rosanna," Celes smiled. She looked at the gun, then at her enlarged body. Celes quickly turned around, checking the clock. It was one forty a.m., her parents were asleep. She carefully unlocked the little door to her room. With a cautious step, Celes bent down and slipped through the doorway. Her heavier weight caused the floor to creak, and so she took slower, more decisive steps.

The door to Rosanna's room was open so Celes made it a point to be as quiet as possible. But, upon poking her head into the room, she saw no sign of her sister what so ever. Confused and curious, Celes walked in. She stopped, looking around at the different posters and clothes lying around Rosanna's room. It was all very different from Celes's room.

Rosanna had been unconcious for the past couple hours, but the light rumble of Celes's heavy steps were enough to bring her out of the shock-induced slumber. Rosanna had forgotten she had been reduced to two inches in height. Even after opening her eyes and blinking them clearer, she didn't seem to realize her situation. That is, until she saw the blanket she was using was really one of her socks.

The shrunken girl looked up, finding that her bed towered over her like a five story building. Unable to remember how she got so small, Rosanna frantically stood up, panting and spinning around to look at the huge world aroudn her. She caught a glimpse of Celes, who stood with the gun behind her back, searching for any sign of Rosanna in the room.

"Oh my god... Celes...?" Rosanna was barely able to get the words out. She back away from her giant sister.

Celes caught the movement below her, and took a jolting step back, thinking it was a mouse at first. A second glance and Celes realized it was her sister, "Rosa?"

She was confused at the sight, but also wanted to smile. She decided to hide her enjoyment, and carefully used her long leg to shut the door behind her. Rosanna was frozen in place, staring up at her giant sister.

"What happened? How did you get so small?" Celes asked, reaching down to grab Rosanna.

Petrified, Rosanna watched as Celes's huge hand spread open and moved closer and closer. Inevitably, the enormous young woman's fingers snagged Rosanna by the hips. Rosanna gasped for air, looking around in a panic as she was carried higher and higher to Celes's face.

"Rosanna? Are you okay?" Celes asked the frightened little girl.

"You're so big... How... How did you get so big?" Rosanna said in disbelief.

It occurred to Celes that Rosanna would believe anything she told her. And, it also might be a better idea if Rosanna thought the whole thing was a dream.

"Why, because I'm your BIG sister," Celes smiled. She caefully tugged the trigger of the gun lightly. The blast caused her to grow before Rosanna's eyes. Rosanna nearly lost it as Celes's fingers got larger and larger around her. Celes made sure to loosen her grip on the girl, so not to crush her.

Celes found that she was too big to stand any more. She leaned against the door and slid down til her butt rested on the floor. She made sure to keep a little space between her back and the door, so she could keep the gun hidden from Rosanna's view. Celes was now fourteen feet tall, her legs stretched across Rosanna's room.

"I'll always be bigger," Celes continued, letting Rosanna rest on her belly. Celes tugged the trigger lightly. The blast caused her to grow unexpectedly bigger and faster than she anticipated. Celes was careful not to let her facial expression give away her own surprise as she filled the room at 23 feet.

Rosanna stood on her sister's flat, toned tummy. The little girl was ready to cry. She turned around, looking across Celes's long body and seeing how her huge sister had covered most of her room. Rosanna spun around to look back at Celes. Celes was sitting up, looking down at her own tummy where Rosanna stood.

"But... But you're bigger than my room!" Rosanna shouted, unable to comprehend the situation. "My room's bigger than me!"

"Because you're the little sister," Celes smiled. She tugged on the trigger again. And instantly, she knew it was definitely too much. Celes grew so big she had to bend her neck down and her shoulders pressed against the ceiling. She bent her knees, finding they hit the ceiling, too.

"Celes! Celes!" Rosanna screamed, she stumbled back, landing in the middle of Celes's belt buckle.

Celes could hear the floor creak with her weight as she grew. Worse, she had dropped the laser gun behind her and it now rested under her big butt. Celes had to be careful so not to put her weight on Rosanna's bed, or else she'd break it. She did a fairly good job keeping herself from wrecking anything else; the stereo, the dresser, the armoir.

"Celes!" Rosanna cried. "What's happening!"

Celes knew she had to get the gun back now. She was almost 40 feet tall and crammed into Rosanna's room. At the same time, she couldn't let Rosanna know it was anything more than a dream.

"Nothing," Celes answered, shifting her body so that she could slid down. But that was impossible because her knees were already stuck against the ceiling. "I've always been this big."

Celes folded her legs on top of each other and turned so that she could place her shoes against the other wall. Now she had enough room to manuever her large body. Her movements made Rosanna even more nervous, "What's happening?! Are you growing again?!"

"No, there just isn't enough space in this tiny little room of yours," Celes answered. She set her head against the door and grabbed the gun without taking her eyes off Rosanna. Rosanna had been knocked backward by that last shift, and landed in Celes's crotch. That gave Celes enough time to try and change the settings on the gun. But she found it couldn't be done unless she was looking at it. Her fingers were too big.

Celes had to think of a way to get Rosanna's eyes off her. She watched as Rosanna climbed up and onto her belt buckle again, "You've got to stop growing..."

"What are you talking about?" Celes asked innocently. "I've always been this big."

"No," Rosanna protested. "As much as I can remember, you were always this big."

Rosanna held a hand up to about where the top of Celes's head was compared to her.

"Well, little sister," Celes answered. "Your memory is wrong. I've always been this way and you've always been so tiny you had to live on my stomach and gather food for me?"

"Huh?"

Fearing that Rosanna wouldn't buy the dream-changing scenario, Celes decided to step it up a bit more.

"But I see you haven't anything for me this time," she said. "You know what that means..."

"N-no...," Rosanna answered as Celes reached for her tiny sister, her fingers working like careful tweezers. Celes was surprised to see that at their sizes, Celes was one hundred and ten feet tall compared to Rosanna. She gently lifted Rosanna who was firmly, yet precariously caught in the very crevice between Celes's fingers.

Celes opened her mouth as far as it would go.

"Celes, Celes... what happens if I don't have food for you?" Rosanna cried.

"I eat you," Celes replied, and shoved Rosanna toward her huge mouth.

Rosanna screamed with all her might, finally losing her breath and fainting again.

"Whew," Celes said. She set the tiny girl down on to her bed. Celes grabbed the gun and carefulyly used her fingernail to switch the setting to 'shrink'. She still had a problem, though. Her fingers were still too big to pull the trigger. She tried using two fingers at a time on either side to move it.

There was a sudden blast and Celes was reduced to her original height of five foot four. She looked around the room, pleased with her accuracy. She blew on the tip of the gun like she was in a Western and pointed it at her tiny, unconcious sister. She changed the settings and pulled the trigger.

The sleeping Rosanna grew and grew to fifteen feet tall, her huge butt right in Celes's face. Celes stepped back, surprised with her over-estimating.

"Okay, let's try that again," Celes muttered. She reversed the setting on the gun and tugged the trigger. Rosanna became her former height of six foot one. Celes smiled, "That's more like it..."

She was about to blow on the tip of the gun again, when she noticed for the first time a battery level reading. Confused with this new development, she examined the gun as she walked out of Rosanna's room and into her own. The charge had run down on the gun. A little red light flashed signaling that it needed a new battery.

"Aw, shit...," she said, opening the back of the gun up. The battery, or what was supposed to be a battery, was some piece of machinery Celes had never seen or heard of before. She stuck the unit back in and closed up the casing. She turned the gun on her waste basket and fired. But only a few sparks shot out. The waste basket shrank, hung in mid-shrink, and then returned to normal size. Celes pulled the trigger again and again, but the device was as useless as a children's toy now.

She tossed it into the waste basket. The gun fired again, shrinking itself and the waste basket down to nothing more than half an inch. Celes carefully walked over to the tiny trash can and lifted her foot. She brought it down hard, cruching the two things out of usefulness. She made sure to twist her foot around, and grid the parts into dust.

Celes figured she didn't need the gun anyway, not when she had all the other objects from the cottage. She thought about shrinking Rosanna, day by day, just by putting a little bit of the stuff in her food or drink. Or maybe, she could make herself grow, day by day, until she was taller than Rosanna. But then, she hesitated, everyone would be suspicious. Rosanna might even figure it out. Celes didn't want anyone but herself and whomever she chose to reveal the objects to to know about it. God forbid someone were to take them away from her to study in a lab or mass market them. Celes stood over the objects with her arms folded. If she really wanted to enjoy the new objects, she'd have to devise a system so that nothing could go wrong on her part.



Part 12

There was an old, unused chemistry set in the back of Celes's closet. She opened it up and took out the two eye-droppers that had come with the set. Then she dug around in her desk drawer for a big black marker. Once she had the necessary tools, she sat grabbed the bottles and sat down on her bed. She carefully pulled the cork out of the first brown bottle, finding she had to yank it out. She stuck in the eye dropper, sucked up a bit with it, and looked at the strange liquid which was as brown as the bottle's glass. Hesitantly, she dripped some on her tongue and then watched the room for her change. After a moment, Celes saw the room shrink around her as she gradually grew larger. Her growth was slight and she only became six feet tall.

Celes smiled and wrote 'bigger' on the bottle with the marker. She then wrote 'smaller' on the second brown bottle and uncorked it. With a little bit from the 'smaller' bottle, Celes returned to her normal height. She stood up from her bed, and set the bottles down gently. She looked at them for a long moment, remembering the thrill of towering over the village in the atomic world. She reached for the 'bigger' bottle and grabbed a handful of the wafers from the box.

Celes quietly rushed out of her room, careful to close the door and tip-toed down the stairs. She snuck out the backdoor, and stealthy made it across the back porch without creaking so much as a splinter of wood. Excited the prospect of becoming huge again, Celes ran across an open feild that lay behind the suburban house. The land had not yet been bought and so the neighborhood was still quiet. She stopped running when she saw that the houses were nothing more than lights behind her.

Celes shoved the wafers in her mouth. She chomped on them ravenously, bits of the them falling out from the sides of her mouth because they were still fairly whole. She uncorked the bottle. Celes placed a hand on her hip and in a lustful romp, closed her eyes and chugged down the liquid, still crunching on the wafers. She could feel her body grow slowly with each chew and tiny swallow. She suddenly felt her body jolt. Celes opened her eyes, placing a hand on her tummy, and quickly corked the bottle as she swallowed the lump of liquid soaked wafers. She was steadily growing, but her body began to tremble with growth. She slipped the bottle into her pocket just as went into a full blown expansion.

She was almost frightened, watching as the field quickly shrank around her, the houses seemed to move closer and the coulds in the sky moved liked a lowering ceiling. Celes felt full. She could see and sense her whole body spreading out in all directions. Bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger was all she could think about. She nervously turned her head down so that she could see her expanding, stretching body as her size continued to increase without any sign of stopping. With a pant of anxiety, she looked up again, looking all around speechlessly while she continued to grow and grow and grow and grow. Her shoes filled the field, and leveled trees hundreds of yards away.

A feeling of vertigo spun in Celes's head, she held her arms out to keep her balance. She stretched taller and taller and taller and taller. She wondered if it would ever stop, fearing she'd crush her house. Those thoughts came about just as her growth slowed and eventually stopped. Unsure if she had really stopped, Celes glanced her eyes around, checking to see her size in relation to everything else. Once she saw she was no longer growing, the next difficulty was her enormity.

"I'm gigantic...," she gasped, her voice boomed and startled her. She slapped a hand over her mouth and carefully turned around, checking to see where her house was in relation to her 26 miles of height. Her house was no more than a few yards from the heel of her foot. Not wanting to wake anyone up or demolish her parents' home, she took a couple small steps forward. She heard and felt a crunch underneath her shoes. Celes paused and looked down, seeing that she had flattened a few dozen acres of forest. The enormous young woman lifted her foot gently. She saw she had mashed a forest ranger observation station into the ground.

Celes quickly and quietly placed her foot down as though it would cover up the guilt. She didn't even know there was a station out there. How could she? Before, she was too small to even know the forest went that far.

'Wait,' she thought, 'what do I care? I'm big! What are they going to do? Arrest me?'

Celes looked at her body again. She even felt huge. She stood looking at her body for a long moment, loving herself more and more with each passing second. For the first time in a long time, Celes felt vain. She smiled and took a step away from the homes so she could explore the tiny planet. Each step resonated with a monstrous boom and she could feel her humongous weight shift.

The cities lay around her, nothing more than flickers of light between patches of thin highway and lumps of forest. She wondered what all those iddy-bitty people must be thinking. Those who were up on a Wednesday at 2 in the morning.

'They're probably high or think I'm part of some really good trip,' she c