“Melanie is creating a cure to the curse.”

An uneasy feeling fell upon Scarlet and Kimberly, and Chloe, too, further back from the others. This was good news, but in the upside-down world Melanie had hurled them in, nothing was that straightforward. Every conceivable blessing had an underlying drawback, so when Adrian explained this to them, their first reaction was of dull worry. Adrian felt a pit in her stomach when responded to with silence; she was about to confirm their unspoken concerns.

“But to make it, she needed to remake the potion. Th-That’s what all these curses have actually been for. After five sacrifices, the wine becomes a potion that shrinks people instantly. After she threw it all over Candi, she had to remake the potion at the motel we stayed at. She shrank five random people… and now… this is what she has.”

Adrian looked up, directly above her, where the spray bottle loomed in the confines of the messenger bag. It looked like a test chamber, some high-grade science experiment, the way the speckled fluid splashed about from the motions of Melanie’s walk. Kimberly and Scarlet looked at the product in fear, realizing the potential of this. It truly felt like Melanie had evolved into something stronger, something even more terrifying than before.

“In order to make the cure, she has to mutate the potion, or something. She said she needs five more sacrifices, just like before, and then she can change that potion into a cure that turns people back to normal.”

“Why?” Kimberly countered hard with her doubts. “Is there someone she wants to change back?”

“Me…” Adrian lowered her head, unsure of how the others would react.

“Tch. Seriously?” Scarlet shook her head. “How come she’s doing that now?”

“We… We had an argument, s-sort of.” Adrian brushed back some of her hair, reflecting on how she yelled at Melanie, and how Melanie responded the way she did. It wasn’t what she expected, but it had progressed matters. Finally, she had left an impact on Melanie, even if it meant being lead into this trap. “She wants me to make my own choice. She wants to grow me back to normal, and let me decide what to do from there.”

“... Really?” Scarlet was surprised by how simple that all sounded. “Just… let you go? That’s what she wants to do?”

“I… I guess so,” Adrian muttered.

“So… if you returned to normal, you could go to the police?” Scarlet scuttled forward, more and more interested in this route of possibility. “Wait wait wait, couldn’t you just grow us back to normal, too? W-Would there be enough of a cure for all of us?”

Adrian was still, having to think of an appropriate answer. She couldn’t look at Scarlet in the eyes. “M-Maybe. I don’t know how this works, she does. But, yes… If there’s a cure, obviously I’d share it with you guys. We’d all go back… to normal. And Melanie… Well,” she chuckled, “she’ll… probably go to prison. I don’t know, I mean, after this goes public…”

“Whatever, whatever,” Scarlet shoved that issue aside. “We cross that bridge when we get to it. What’s happening now? What are we waiting for? For Mealnie to shrink some more people?”

“S-Sort of.” Adrian stuttered, about to speak faster than she could think. That next fact pained her to say aloud. “Melanie… She’s making me choose the other victims. The other people to shrink. Chloe was one of the five, so I’ll have to pick out four more people.”

Scarlet grinned, excitedly ready to put a stop to this torture. The way out seemed so close, in a time when all was hopeless. She could almost burst into tears, but all she did was laugh in spurts. “This is great! W-We can get out of here! H-Holy shit, finally some good fucking news!” She looked back at Kimberly, but her expression wasn’t nearly as hyper, so she swung back to Adrian. “So, what? C-Can she grab those people tonight?”

“T-Tonight?” Adrian looked up, finally seeing the light in Scarlet’s eyes. “Those people? W-What?”

“You’ve chosen four dudes, yeah? So all Melanie has to go do is find them and shrink them, and then make the cure, and we’re out!”

“I… I haven’t chosen anyone. N-Not yet.”

“The fuck? What do you mean?” Scarlet gestured to somewhere outside the bag’s walls. “Just tell her to pick four random people, who gives a shit?”

“F-Four random…?” Adrian shook her head. “No! I-I can’t just do that!”

“Fuck off with that, who gives a shit?!” Scarlet scoffed. “The sooner she shrinks some fucking randos, the sooner we’re no longer used as some kind of fucked up sex slave-toy hybrid, for god’s sake. C’mon, Adrian, you can’t hold us back like this!”

“I’m not going to do that,” Adrian stammered. “I-I… I don’t know if I can choose anyone! But especially not--”

“Just grow them back afterwards!” Scarlet snapped. “Who! Gives! A! Shit! I certainly don’t give one fuck about four more people getting to experience this stupid shit! They’ll have no idea what it’s even like because they’d grow back to normal the second Melanie fixes you!” She grabbed Adrian by the shoulders, shaking her as if to wake her up. “Are you listening?! You got a brain in there?! It doesn’t get simpler than this, this is two plus two! You have no reason to feel guilty, idiot! We return them to normal and then we wipe our hands of all this and never, ever talk to each other ever again!”

“Assuming Melanie is telling the truth,” Kimberly interjected, “which she has a flawless track record of.”

Scarlet spun her head around, a glare already beaming at Kimberly. “You think Melanie’s lying about this?”

“No, of course not,” Kimberly said, “I think the little witch that shrinks her classmates and friends to kidnap them and then torture them has had a change of heart and wants to do good in the world. And step one of that is reversing the curse on all of her victims.” Kimberly laughed. “Maybe we can forgive Melanie, too! Why turn her into the police, Scarlet? Clearly she’s learned her lesson!”

“F-Fuck off!” Scarlet growled, but she didn’t have an argument.

Kimberly rolled her eyes and directed herself more towards Adrian. “Listen. This is a trick. It says ‘trap’ all over. Think, Adrian, would Melanie actually do this? She’s in complete control over us. Why would she give that up?” She twitched. “What did she tell you? Did she promise you something?”

“She…” Adrian bit her lip. It wasn’t easy to explain, certainly not to these two especially. “She said she… loves me. She loves me that much, to let me go and make that decision.”

“... So?”

“I think she’s being… genuine. I don’t think she’s--”

“Adrian. Wake up.” Kimberly was not laughing. Nothing about this was funny to her anymore. “She’s bored of picking people out herself, and now she wants to mix it up and have you do the deciding. She wants you to feel horrible for shrinking people. That’s her newest game, the newest way to torture us! She isn’t going to just let you go, sure as hell is not going to let you turn her in or try to cure all of us.”

“K-Kimberly, I don’t think so…”

“Are you not listening?! Adrian! Have you seen this cure? Have you seen it work?”

“N-No…”

“Have you read anything about it yourself in that spellbook she has?”

“No…”

Kimberly massaged her face, wiping her hands up her head and through her hair. “Do you understand, Adrian? This cure does not exist, not until we see it happen. You’re being played like an instrument.”

Adrian felt stabbed. This was not a new series of thoughts for her, she had the same doubts as Kimberly all this time. What burned her the most was the alternative to believing Melanie. If Kimberly was right, and this whole game was a lie, then they would all be trapped, only teased with the possibility of freedom. But if Kimberly was wrong, and Melanie was being legitimate, then this was an opportunity they were wasting, a chance to escape tragically abandoned due to the despairing atmosphere.

Adrian clutched her head. “I… I don’t know…”

“Ignore Kimberly, man,” Scarlet urged. She shook Adrian again, her face nearing closer until their noses were inches apart. “If we’re wrong about this, even then, you’re still not to blame! If four other fucks end up shrinking, does it matter that you picked them?! I already fucked up like that but it’s… it’s not my fault! It’s fucking Melanie’s!” Again she shook her, more crazed than before. “Come on, come on! Just pick four shitty looking people and get it over with! At least we can know for sure if this bitch is serious!”

“S-Scarlet…!” Adrian winced, trying to shrug the other woman’s grip off of her. “I d-don’t know… I mean… you might be right--”

“Adrian!” Kimberly groaned at the circularness of the conversation. “I told you, this is just a trap! You’d be sentencing people to death! There isn’t an escape from here!”

“I-I know, b-but… the cure!”

“There is no cure! None at all, Adrian!” Kimberly moved forward, but a tilt in the bag had her stumble into a crawl. She growled, patience suddenly dropping. “You cannot do this, Adrian. You cannot! If Melanie isn’t forcing you, then do not encourage this!”

“K-Kimberly… I know, alright!”

“You don’t know jack shit, Adrian!” Scarlet butted in. “You think this super-sized bitch is just gonna put her shrink-fest on hold for you?! What, she’s just not going to shrink four more people eventually, with or without your fuckin’ opinion?!”

“I mean, y-yeah, but--”

“Imagine if you were chosen for this!” Kimberly begged. “Or one of us! You’re the one that’s going to have to live with this decision, Adrian! You’ll have to see what Melanie puts those poor people through!” She huffed, “Do not make the same mistake this brat did.”

“Fuck you, whore!” Scarlet spat, her anger being taken out on Adrian’s shoulders with at tighter, sharper grasp. “It’s not you, Adrian, it’s Melanie! Maybe this fat bitch behind me wants to be finger banged by a giant forever and ever, but I’m sick of it! Look at me, Adrian, I’m going crazy, I can’t stand another day of this! We need the cure!”

“I know, I know!”

“You don’t know, you clearly do not know!” Kimberly had come closer, her presence wrestling with Scarlet’s. “Adrian! Scarlet! There is no cure! She won’t cure any of us even if there was!”

“She never fucks around with Adrian!” Scarlet argued. “Why does it matter?! If it’s part of Melanie’s game, then that’s just how fucked up our situation is! None of this -- none of this means a damn thing!”

“Those are real lives out there, Adrian, those would be four real people with real families you’re killing-- torturing! That’s on your hands! What if that’s how Erin got picked?! By one of us--”

Adrian screeched. Her resistance against Scarlet amplified, an eruption of strength having her smack the arms off her shoulders. She stomped and thrashed into a tantrum, harsh spasms that left Scarlet getting kicked in the gut. That one strike immediately had Scarlet rolling back, and Kimberly coiled away just the same, afraid she’d be hit next. They feared her, like a wild animal unchained.

“This is my fucking choice!” Adrian screamed, a strand of spit gracelessly hanging from her lips. She spoke in rapidfire, “Back the fuck off! I could-- I’ll have Melanie crush both of you!”

A lightning bolt of silence hit the three. Only Adrian’s panting filled the gap, as even the vague rumble of the world outside the messenger bag had quieted to an unnoticed calm. Scarlet and Kimberly were mortified by Adrian’s threat, hesitating to even wince in response, not even glancing to each other. As simple as that, the conversation had been shattered with barely a remnant of the discussion remaining. Adrian heaved in fast breaths, but she was trying to cool off, trying to come back down to earth. Her eyes yielded downwards, and the silence continued.

“I… I w-w-want to go home…” Nearly incomprehensible was a crying from further back in the bag. Chloe had been weeping this entire time, but in the break of the heated argument, she could finally be heard. Her wailing, muffled into the black fabric floor, was a haunt onto those that heard it. Up until then, the others had nearly forgotten that Chloe had been thrown into this, a woman none of them knew.

Adrian could feel the impression she had left. Her heart felt more hollow, like she had sacrificed a part of her. She blinked, shutting her eyes away and secluding herself into her own painful thoughts. When she finally moved, as little as it was, so too did Scarlet and Kimberly release their tension, if only slightly.

“Why…? Wh-What am I saying…?” Adrian muttered, her face in her hands. She hiccupped, her body shaking like it were deathly cold. “I’m--”

Gravity surrendered, and the four women became weightless, as did everything in the bag. It was being placed down rather quickly by Melanie, who had just made it to class with barely a moment to spare. After hustling to a distant corner seat, one of many in the one-level lecture hall, Melanie hunched into her usual low-profile. Like all of her classes, she would maintain a presence that was hard to notice, shying away from all interactions and always managing to avoid contact in some sly style. Her heart pounded, but she was relieved to have made it on time; half a minute later, she would have been answering to Paige, the professor’s assistant, where some kind of excuse would have to be coughed up.

The professor was taking the stage, a platform that stood at the front with a podium and desk atop it, as well as a wide projection screen as the backdrop. If students weren’t already prepared, they were getting themselves arranged now. Everyone knew Professor Bradz was relentless when she wanted to be, spontaneously strict and swift to punish anyone that was bothering her. Getting onto her bad side could occasionally be as easy as tapping a pen, if she decided that day that tapping was the most distracting noise in the world. Melanie was no different in how she respected Professor Bradz, or at least, how she was cautious of her. When she saw her taking stage, she hunched quickly under her desk where her bag was being held between her feet. If she wanted to remain unobserved, she would have to at least look like she was paying attention.

Melanie opened the flap into the bag and peered inside. Her heart thumped when she saw the four women inside, rattled by the trip and the unexpected drop. She smiled, an expression that was meant to be a light apology, as she dug into her belongings to fetch what she needed. The women gawked at her, Scarlet and Kimberly especially shaken after Adrian’s raging, but Melanie herself was unaware of the conversation she had interrupted. After grabbing the poli-sci book, the bag was closed and the women were cast into darkness, so far yet so close to dozens and dozens of students that had no idea there were kidnapping victims among them.

Those very victims were still recovering from what felt like a harsh fender bender. Scarlet was the first to unfreeze, rising onto quivering legs. Kimberly seemed pained from the fall, or at the very least, figured it was easier to remain laid out like she was than to try and stand. Chloe’s moaning had continued again, with small coughs and gags sputtered in between. Adrian, however, seemed the least phased. She remained huddled into her corner, jostled out of the posture she had been in but otherwise looking the same as she did; cold, strained, and reflective.

It had felt like the talks of the cure were over, but Scarlet’s anger rose up again, just enough to speak. “Adrian… What’s it going to be…?”

“Scarlet,” Kimberly sighed. It’s all she could say, a frustrated vent.

“Look. I need to know now.” Scarlet’s voice was no longer furious, but instead forward, direct, somewhat hushed. “What’s the plan, Adrian? I can’t deal with this stress. I need to know if we’re waiting to be cured, o-or… or this.”

Adrian’s answer had to wait, as an audible interruption separated the question from its answer. “Good morning, class~,” a shrill, sing-song voice projected through the lecture hall. Professor Bradz used her greeting to test her microphone, ensuring it was working. “Did everyone sleep well? I see some grumpy faces in the audience today. You could almost convince me the sun burned out.” A few polite chuckles from the most awake students was all this joke, repeated for the third time this semester, could call for.

It wasn’t that she was too energized for her students, but that Professor Bradz’s attitude was more smug than it was cheery. This personality had always made the forty year-old woman difficult to approach, that air of superiority always getting in the way, if it wasn’t her appearance to begin with. The pointing nose, the blonde bobcut, and the gaudy earrings had given her the reputation that she asks to speak to managers, but no student was going to mention that in front of her. The smallest tease had been known to be countered with a severe lash of a comment.

It’s for those reasons why her assistant, Paige, was usually who the students flocked to for assistance. Where Bradz was like looking into the sun, Paige was like a wallflower, just shy of being a floor mat. She hardly spoke up on her own and certainly wasn’t one to argue, so of course the students found her easier to work with -- only part of the reason why she seemed so overworked, time and time again. Even now, seated at the on-stage desk, she was hunched over a laptop, pecking away feverishly. Her round glasses aimed at the screen were pure white from the glare, and two braids of brown hair behind her traced the hump of her back while she worked.

Meanwhile, Professor Bradz had strolled to the middle of the stage, starting up the projector with a clicker and preparing a series of notes in front of her. She then scanned the crowd of students, making mental tics along the way. “Hm. That’s a shame. We’ve almost got perfect attendance today,” she said into the microphone clipped to her shirt. “Only a few empty seats… Well, who’s disappointing us all today?” She giggled, believing others were in on the joke. “Paige? Are you running attendance?”

“Y-Yes,” Paige replied sheepishly. Her eyes went up and down an array of names. “It appears only one person is absent today.”

“Oh, today of all days,” Bradz said, her drama sarcastic. “I hope that student knows that it doesn’t matter if they’re physically here or not, that essay was still due last night by midnight. That’s something we all know and did, right…?” She smiled at the class, again expecting everyone to welcome her humor.

Melanie bit her lip. That essay Bradz had mentioned was definitely not done, definitely not turned in the night before. Of all assignments Melanie was neglecting, the poli-sci essay was certainly at the bottom of her priorities, so woefully ignored that she had forgotten when it was due. It wasn’t just the fact that time was nebulous to her, now that she had ascended from a common college student to a size-changing witch, but the assignment itself -- and the class -- were quite important to how she got to that point in the first place.

“Professor, um…” Paige spoke up, audibly only to the first couple rows of students. Even that seemed too public, and so she stood and closed the distance between her and Bradz. “Professor… The absent student is, well, her. A-Again…”

“Who?” Bradz’s amplified voice made Paige wince, her attempts to keep the conversation private futile. “Oh! The kidnapped one.”

Melanie looked to that empty seat. It wasn’t guilt that bothered her, but nostalgia. Those were, admittedly, simpler times, back when Melanie’s craving to be with Adrian was so limited that just sitting next to her in this one class they shared was intoxicating. She was never able to focus with Adrian so close, less than arm’s reach away. She remembered spying on her handwriting so she could memorize it and then copy it with her own name, she remembered staying behind after class on some days so she could feel the warmth of Adrian’s vacant seat.

If she had felt comfortable enough while surrounded by so many people, Melanie would have smiled into these fond memories. This was an important class, despite the awful professor leading it. That essay she forgot to turn in was the very project the two of them had been working on that fateful day, the precipice into the adventurous life she now lived. Had it not been for this one obnoxious assignment, Melanie would have struggled slightly more to obtain Adrian’s hairbrush.

“Y-Yes,” Paige had continued, “that one…”

“Kidnapped, and receiving a zero on a major assignment. She’s having a bad couple of weeks,” Bradz said callously. Her statement negatively resonated with the students, some even openly appalled, until Bradz’s demeanor shifted to annoyed. “Ohh, it’s just a joke. Lighten up.”

“M-Miss…” Paige tried to reason with Bradz, but speaking up was not her specialty. She could sense that the students wanted her to be their voice, but she was meek before Bradz.

“I guarantee you,” Bradz went on, “she’s not kidnapped. That’s about as real as the bomb threats we get every finals week. Every. Single. Finals weeks.” She shook her head, looking back into her notes. “I’m just saying, people will say crazy things for the sake of gaming the system. I’ve had students fake deaths in the family and I’ve had students fake car accidents. Hey,” she chuckled, “hey Paige, give Adrian five bonus points on her essay’s grade. Those are points for originality.”

Some students giggled and laughed, either tickled by the dark sense of humor or merely trying to push the awkward conversation to its conclusion. Melanie didn’t make a noise, and she thought little of it at all. If that’s what she wants to believe, then so be it, she thought to herself. No one would believe the truth, even if they were told.

Class proceeded relatively normally. Books, journals, and the occasional laptop were popped open onto desks while Professor Bradz lectured to them uninterrupted. As with most of Melanie’s classes, she cared little about what was being discussed or what work she would have to do. The importance of college had faded to the backdrop of her life, a set piece to the strange reality she lived. Instead of writing notes or reading along, she instead daydreamed of the fun she had outside of there, the fantasy she got to live as a giantess. Without realizing it, her breaths had become heavy and warm, but no one was going to notice, and certainly no one would guess that her thoughts were grimly perverted, horrible acts of torture she inflicted upon helpless victims.

Under her desk, of which her eyes burrowed through towards her bag, an idle hand slowly itched between her thighs. Now all I can think about is jerking off, Melanie thought. Her imagination stretched from there, studying the various faces and personalities in the lecture hall. With that mundane spray bottle she brought with her, any one of them could be her next plaything. Instant gratification was a real possibility, now that she had the power to pick a target and freely have them shrunken within that next minute.

But that choice was currently unavailable to her. It was a self-applied limit, she knew, one she could always break if she wanted, but since it was a promise to Adrian, she absolutely wouldn’t. Adrian, she had decided, was going to decide the next victims. While she was committed to that, it didn’t do much to satisfy that urge, the excitement of picking out a new toy.

Melanie… you have plenty of toys, she had to remind herself. She quietly giggled, a noise hidden behind a finger. And one of those toys hasn’t been worn in much at all…

It was a long class, and Melanie dreaded how little any time had actually passed. Bradz was dragging on to the point that Melanie, obsessed and horny, couldn’t distract herself from her own distractions. She softly tapped at the edge of her desk, an idea brewing in her mind nervously. Her leg bounced anxiously, just on the edge of making a shameful decision.

Everyone was flipping their books to an entirely different chapter, which acted as the perfect opportunity for Melanie. While all the page turning was happening, Melanie discreetly peered under her desk. She opened up her messenger bag, briefly wondering how surprising that must be for the women inside, but significantly more concerned with what she was grabbing. Her hand moved quickly, not wanting to risk being caught, because in her grasp was the one woman she could easily identify by touch, still wrapped up in a hair-tie and unable to move.

Chloe screamed, suddenly ripped from the darkness of the bag, and just after she had finally quieted down. Like a claw machine, she was chosen and abducted, taken into a world of blinding light. Blink after blink, her vision cleared, but her panting only accelerated. She would have made more noise, but the swift movements had made her sick. Furthermore, she was presented with something, something to read as soon as her vision was cleared.

Eat me out and I’ll put you back. That was scribbled into a corner of a piece of paper, and it filled almost all of Chloe’s sights. She was pointed right to it, almost like an eraser would be aimed at something to rub away. She read it, twice even, but it didn’t make sense. She had no clue what it meant in that hectic moment, but it affected her as true as the omen it was.

In her fear, Chloe rapidly looked left and right, at all the people around her in this lecture hall. Students, an ocean’s worth of massive, monstrous college students. Chloe screamed, “Help me! She’s kidnapped me! Help!” Yelling as loud as she could, she didn’t comprehend why no one would answer her. Beneath the booming voice of the professor’s speech overhead, there was no way a tiny, insignificant voice like hers was going to be noticed. They were just squeaks, her desperate cries to be saved embarrassingly overpowered by a political science lesson that no one wanted to listen to anyway.

Melanie wanted to laugh like she usually would, but in public, that would be unacceptable. Ironically, that didn’t stop her from taking Chloe to the opening into her pants she made. With her other hand, she had lifted the hem of her jeans and panties, an opening that revealed Melanie’s pubic region like a portal into a shadowy world of curly hair and wetness. Just as it all became tragically clear to Chloe what was happening, she was thrown into it, shoved deep towards the craving hole.

“No! No!!” Chloe shivered, struggling as best as she could in the pinch of a grasp Melanie had her in. It meant little, pushed head-first to where the clothes were tightest against Melanie’s pussy. Any begging she did now was muffled into the very monster she feared, enveloped into the darkness of such a private, intimate location -- the crotch of a creepy, mysterious girl.

Melanie adjusted her position, cautiously glancing to her side while shivers threatened to ride up from her thighs. Already she could feel the squirming and struggling of Chloe’s desperation. She imagined it to be so humid, the aroma to be so thick and contained -- and she was very right. The atmosphere was unlivable, but Chloe was especially restrained from being able to avoid this embarrassing fate. Not only was she still tied up, but now she was mostly upside-down and pinned in place by the elastic of Melanie’s underwear and jeans. Only one direction was welcoming to her; a mound of flesh, lips that drooled messily over Chloe’s entire body. The more she moved, the more this alien mouth invited her to be swallowed.

Chloe kicked and twisted, putting all her stamina into this thrashing. She screamed no longer, only wild gasps for air on occasion. The fluid Melanie produced was painfully warm, a heat maintained by the tight pressure of her pants. It settled over Chloe, wave after wave, teetering on drowning her outright had she not the room allowed to her to catch her breath. She spat and gagged, fearing the pussy like an encroaching beast. The wetter she got from Melanie’s excitement, the more she slipped into the embrace of the labia.

Melanie adjusted her posture when a bolt of electricity rushed through her core. Her legs quivered, but she had to maintain some grace for the sake of going unnoticed. She held her breath, unaware how her face was slowly burning red. This was a classroom, not her bedroom, but breaking that most basic of social restrictions was a new layer of excitement that Melanie had never known before. I’m masturbating in the middle of class…! she thought amusedly. Even better, it’s with a tiny person…! A tiny human being is basically fucking me, during a lecture…!

Chloe feared for her life. Each following breath felt harder to inhale, and the most minor movements from Melanie would result in her entire prison being shaken by an earthquake. More concerned for her life than anything else, Chloe was unaware that her legs were crossed over a bulbous clitoris, and that her sliding, slippery kicks were highly exhilarating for the massive person. Every time she tried to find some footing, she only made her situation worse, giving Melaie exactly what she wanted.

Chloe gasped when something began hitting her from behind. “Wh-What?! What’s happening?!” she shouted, a question begging for an answer she wouldn’t receive. It hit her again, certainly no accidental bump, but an intended push. Melanie, having slid one hand between her thighs, was quietly tapping at Chloe from outside her jeans, forcing her more precisely to where she wanted. A lazy grin melted on Melanie’s burning face, but Chloe was suffering the real horror of being swallowed.

Despite her best efforts to pull away, Chloe was unable to stop her head from being absorbed into Melanie’s being. She was desperate to breathe, having not adequately prepared herself for the dive she was shoved into taking. Her exhales, containing such precious air, were practically spat into Melanie. Fidgeting, wincing -- all this was what Melanie really wanted, and it encouraged her to seek more.

Chloe knew now how to put a stop to this, to be relieved from this hell. She remembered that message, a demand made up of only eight words that had decidedly set the humiliating task. If she wanted to escape, her only hope was to give in to this woman’s wants, to succumb to this overwhelming, enveloping lust. She had to get her off, using just her tiny, bondaged body, she had to eat out a college student the size of a skyscraper. Every layer of shame was stacked onto her, not unmissed by her conscious; the fact that she was a grown woman turned powerless slave to a girl almost half her age, to how was drowning in the wetness of that same girl’s arousal, but most of all the simplicity of the act she was told to perform. It seemed so easy when it was on paper, but to actually do that -- with her size and all other disadvantages -- she thought it impossible, cruelly unachievable.

She licked the wall that wrapped around her, the flesh of Melanie’s vagina feeling tender to drag her tongue across, but she flinched right away. The taste was undeniable, a somewhat salty and bold flavor no different from the air she was breathing, but more compressed. A long groan cried from Chloe, but she had to continue and try again. Her tongue dragged once more along a ridge she was being slammed into, the finger behind her just as relentless as before in how it pressured her deeper into the swampy cavern. Her back ached, bent in an uncomfortable way, but it was little relief when her posture was fixed, straightened out only so she could more easily slide into the devouring cunt.

All the while, Melanie hunched over her desk. Her right hand sat on her desk, clenching the pen she was pretending to write with using the whole of her fist. She closed her eyes and her bullying towards Chloe stopped, but only so she could control herself. Again, she felt a shiver of fear, aware that any one of her peers could turn around and find it suspicious why she seemed so flustered and distracted. Yet, that very same chill was teasingly hot. The scenario was so shameful and ridiculous that it only made her more turned on.

A wide smile spread from one cheek to the next. I could kill someone just by being really turned on…! She giggled down into her desk; fortunately, Professor Bradz had just made another passing joke about the lesson, and so her amusement blended in seamlessly with whatever laughter the class responded with.

As the minute rolled along, Chloe was nearly eaten. Melanie had her face turned towards Professor Bradz, but she was losing what composure she had maintained. Chloe was dwindling, at least what Melanie could feel of her. Diligent in her desire to be saved, Chloe had been licking all around the internal chamber, unaware but ever terrified of how far she was being plunged. Could she even escape from this if Melanie decided otherwise? That was the deepest her horror went, to be ruined in life like this, as an abandoned sex toy. Melanie had greater imaginations, however, of what she wished she could do; If only she was still shrinking, Melanie thought in a steamy state of mind, and she got smaller… and smaller… until she was dust… swimming in a single droplet of cum inside me…!

The pen fell onto the desk, almost rolling away. Melanie’s hand was tense, itching at something in the air until it settled into a firm grasp on her desk corner. Her eyes widened in a spark, but she closed them just as swiftly, huffing a hot breath down to her chest in a hunched posture. Her legs were spreading slightly, but they had only so much room under the table. Not even her other finger was necessary, yet it remained where it had been like a lock. Chloe was essentially a living vibrator, dedicated to this miserable role she was given for it was the only chance, thin as it was, that she could be freed, and as such, she did her job well. Melanie nearly chuckled, covering her mouth a now-empty hand. The wanted climax was coming, coming closer, it was all her mind could think of--

“Miss?” Paige’s voice was soft, nearly too soft to be an interruption. Melanie almost didn’t notice, but she had in a spook. Paige equally trembled back, pulling away her hand that had just grazed Melanie’s shoulder from behind. “Sorry,” she whispered, not wanting to distract anyone but the one student from the ongoing lecture, “but you look really red. I noticed you breathing pretty hard, too. Do you need the infirmary?”

Melanie coughed, caught in a triad of high-impact emotions. The fright of being acknowledged, the sudden need to come up with an excuse, and the digging inside her, the heated eruption she was on the verge of that now had to come to a screeching halt. “I-I’m… It’s…” She stuttered, then took a long breath that ended in anxious, passive giggles. “It’s the… allergies… th-the p-pollen…”

“Ah,” Paige smiled, “they’re hitting you hard.”

“Yeah…”

“Um, well, if you need to run to the restroom, you should. Maybe get a drink of water?”

Melanie swallowed. “That’s okay… R-Really.”

Paige stepped forward to the next row of desks, keeping a pleasant expression on Melanie. “School is important, but so is your health. I’ve forgotten that more than once.” With that wholesome advice given, Paige continued to the front of the class, checking in on other students along the way.

Melanie could finally exhale. The heat that had been swelling inside of her like a vortex of fire had finally burst, just as Paige had left. She hunched forward even more, practically resting on her desk but in the guise of digging through one of her bag’s many pockets. In truth, she was melting from the overdue satisfaction. Delayed as long as she could, Melanie had been on the edge through the entire conversation, since Chloe of course had no idea that there was an interruption to halt for. Even after her orgasm, which had washed all over Chloe’s pathetic shape, the tiny woman continued to lick and kiss, unsure if that was enough.

Melanie sighed, and lifted her self up off her desk. She brushed at her hair to fix it, happily refueled with a sense of clarity. She wanted to laugh still, feeling Chloe’s persistent squirms. Actually, if I took her out… She assumed something misfortunate could happen if she tried to free Chloe, especially after Paige’s interference, and ambivalent about the matter anyway, she decided to leave her there. It was amusing, at least, to play with Chloe like that, to keep her in the dark and to break that promise. These things don’t deserve promises, she settled to herself, not like Adrian.

Under her desk, she patted at her crotch, able to feel the little nubs that were twitching feet. If she keeps at it, I might get riled up all over again… But she couldn’t afford that, she dismayed. The tread to the bathroom to clean herself up was already going to be awkward as it were. Soon enough, Chloe would tucker out, inevitably drained between the effort she put in and the pressure exerted over her.

Though only a passing thought for Melanie as she vaguely tuned in back to the lecture, it was a living nightmare for Chloe. She didn’t understand why she wasn’t being released, not after the volcanic reaction she felt she had rightfully earned. She grew angry, she yelled and berated Melanie for being a liar, but she went unheard by anyone but herself, her begging only falling back on her as a reminder of how powerless she was. After so long, she began to feel faint from the sweltering temperature. Please, God, don’t let me die in here, she prayed.

For nearly an hour, Chloe was trapped inside of Melanie. It wasn’t until class ended that Melanie thought to free her, and even then, she would wait until the lecture hall had emptied out a decent amount. While the rest of the class was quick to pack up their items and exit, Melanie would lag behind, taking her time finishing up the last of the notes she wasn’t going to study. Once her row of seats was vacant aside from herself, she lifted open the front of her pants and withdrew Chloe. The tiny woman was drenched in a slimey coat, sputtering and gasping for treasured air. Though Melanie enjoyed the sight, she couldn’t cherish it out in the open. Her bag was already open and waiting for Chloe, and so she was deposited back in with the others without a word.

Melanie took that second to loom over her captives, offering them a pleased smile. Had she the privacy for it, she would have thanked Chloe for the help getting through a painfully boring class. However, just before she could close her bag and hoist it to leave the building, she was beckoned to. “Melanie!!” Adrian’s voice yelled out, a diminutive squeak that Melanie loved to hear.

But Melanie was still cautious. She kept her back turned towards the front, hiding away from the stage Professor Bradz and Paige still idly occupied. She peered into the bag, then offered a finger down to the corner Adrian occupied. She gestured to her, asking her to climb on. Adrian did so, with a few reservations, and was lifted to the mouth of the bag, just close enough for Melanie to listen to.

“Yes, Adrian?” Melanie hummed. It felt so sneaky, being able to speak to the love of her life in such secrecy. “D-Did you notice what class we’re in? It’s--”

“I know. Professor Bradz.” Adrian stated it bluntly. Her tone was unusually flat, something Melanie noticed right away. Her smile faded, sensing a serious aura from Adrian. “I want you to shrink her.”

Melanie was confused at first. There in the lecture hall, speaking to Adrian from within her bag, wasn’t how she expected to obtain her first bounty. She had been prepared to be scolded for abusing Chloe, so this was a pleasant surprise. She snickered, even doubting that she heard Adrian right. “Y-You want me to… shrink her?” Melanie got even closer to her bag, pushing the limits of how inconspicuous she looked.

“Yes. Shrink her.” Adrian was honest and to the point. Her expression had no life; she felt no pity nor pride in what she was asking for. Having made her declaration so confidently, it was in fact a strike on her heart, a wound that she was unfeeling towards. Kimberly’s arguments echoed through her head, telling her again that she was condemning someone to death, but that was a fact she wouldn’t be burdened by. She had made her decision.

That decision tickled Melanie in a way she never expected. She bit on her own smile, ideas of all sorts coming to mind, but she didn’t have the time to daydream. “... Sure,” she finally replied, and back into the bag Adrian went. The conversation had to be brief, as Melanie had already concocted an opportunity to fulfil this wish of Adrian’s, a service she was ecstatic to make well on.

“P-Professor Bradz…?” Melanie knocked on the door that was open a small gap. It was the professor’s office, one that she shared with a pair of other teachers, though in the room currently was only her. Melanie hovered outside the room, seeing that she was busy at her laptop.

“Yes?” Professor Bradz chimed, not looking up from her screen. “Did you need help with something?”

“Err, s-sort of,” Melanie mumbled.

“Well, get in.” Professor Bradz rolled back in her office chair, turning it to face Melanie and wave her in with a half-smile. Melanie did so, keeping a nervous clutch on the strap of her bag. She couldn’t look at the professor, so she glanced elsewhere, bouncing from one corner of the room to the next.

Melanie cleared her throat. “I-I came by t-to talk about-- uhh, well, m-my essay, m-ma’am, I… I didn’t--”

“You didn’t turn it in? Oh, boy,” Professor Bradz rolled her eyes and giggled aloud. “And? What does coming to me to tell me about it do for either of us?”

Melanie slouched. “I just… wanted to explain…”

“You can explain, but that won’t save your grade.” Professor Bradz crossed her arms, her stance a fortress. “You had weeks to finish it. What could have possibly distracted you?”

Melanie continued into the room, quietly holding the door handle behind her so that it closed without noise. It was natural, not wanting to discuss her classwork and grades out in the open. “A-Actually, i-it’s not that I didn’t do it… I have it with me… p-printed out.” She opened the main pouch of her bag. “I-I’m sorry, I just th-thought that you wanted them printed, not s-submitted online…”

Professor Bradz groaned and scratched at her temple. “This is why it’s important to read the assignment entirely.” She shrugged. “Let’s see it. I suppose it’s better to have proof you did something, at least.”

Melanie dug through her bag, searching deep for what she wanted. Professor Bradz waited, eventually relaxing more in her seat. When she did, Melanie attacked. She equipped the spray bottle stashed within, and in a snap, she had it squirting a thin trail of red mist. Albeit messily, she had hit her mark, and was met with a furious reply.

“Ohh! Wh-What the…?!” Professor Bradz raised her arms, defending herself from anymore splashes. She scoffed multiple times, wiping her face and hair. “What was that?!”

“Shit! I-I’m so sorry!” Melanie apologized, shoving the bottle back into her bag. “Th-That was an accident!”

“Ugh! Yuck! What is this?” Professor Bradz scoffed, over and over. The liquid was slightly sticky and its odor harsh, the worst combination. From a corner of her desk, she pinched a handful of tissues to help clean herself. The red splotches she saw on the sheets did nothing to ease her. “Seriously, what was in that? Is this one of those energy drinks?”

“A… science project…”

“And why is it here, in your bag?!” Professor Bradz shook her head. “Do none of you students think nowadays?! Ugh…! Young lady…!” She twisted in her chair, beginning to reach for another set of tissues, but she had then recognized the scent. It was wine, no doubt. “Alcohol? On campus?”

“It’s not what it seems,” Melanie said, not dishonestly.

“Do you have permission for this, young lady?” Professor Bradz blinked, leaving a pause in what she was saying. She held her head, fevered with annoyance. “I am… so disappointed… I’m so…” A small groan, more of a growl, passed under heavy lips. She spoke in slurs, “... Tired, all of a sudden…”

“Y-Yeah?” Melanie stepped closer. “H-Have you been working a lot?”

“Yes, I-I have… but…” She sighed, and corrected her falling posture in her chair. “And then… then all this. I’m so sick of this. It’s always… I-It’s always something.”

Melanie nodded, willing to keep Bradz company with an expectant shine in her eyes. She could see it, just barely starting to work. Her potion was activating, just like it had for Chloe earlier that day. The curse was slowly taking effect, and Bradz’s height was being eaten away.

Professor Bradz adjusted her posture when she felt herself slipping in her seat. Her head was swirling, an effect she figured was from particularly potent alcohol. She glared at Melanie, finding her to be so unhelpful. Be that way, she thought, and she reached for another pair of tissues, only this time, her fingers swiped at nothing. They were out of reach now, at least from the way she was sitting. She managed to grab one, but only with a decent stretch. It didn’t feel right, but neither did the migraine.

“Okay… I think I must be allergic to… that. Whatever that is,” Bradz said, mostly mumbling as she gazed into the red of the tissue swabbed over her forehead. “Melanie, what was in that? I-It’s making me dizzy.”

Melanie hesitated to answer, and didn’t. She stared at Bradz with an agape mouth, slowly moving closer. Her hands felt grabby, already greedy to snatch up her prey.

“Okay, I need a doctor,” Bradz groaned. She stood up, but nearly stumbled. “Young lady, I demand that-- that…” All the authority in the professor’s tone was dropped when she was faced with her shifted reality. She choked on her next word, a shiver almost having her collapse backwards into the swivel chair she had just gotten out of, now as tall to her as a bar. Right in front of her was Melanie’s lap, and looming overhead, her hungry eyes, an expression that lacked the shock and horror Bradz was feeling.

“You should sit down, Professor Bradz,” Melanie said, a suggestion bordering on a threat.

Bradz stuttered in fear, but her emotions welled up with a jolt of adrenaline. She knew something was wrong here, something was wrong with Melanie, and so she jet, dashing to Melanie’s side. She withheld a scream, hoping to at least first reach the door -- this couldn’t be real, she worried, this had to be some allergic reaction like she had initially thought -- but she wouldn’t make it that far. Despite an earnest lunge to grab the doorknob, she was pulled away, strangled into Melanie’s arms while her own were left flailing.

“Let go!” Bradz yelled. She pushed backwards, headbutting Melanie into her gut. It was a decent strike, but it only made Melanie take the struggle more seriously. Melanie lifted her up into the air, leaving small legs kicking in desperation. Before she could shout again, a huge hand covered her mouth, as well as most of her face. The scream she had prepared was muffled into it, her lips forced closed as she was unable to cry out for help.

“Shh, shh,” Melanie urged. Although she was more than twice the professor’s height now, the shrinking woman still had enough weight to cause problems. At the very least, Melanie knew of the uphill battle Bradz was challenged with. “Calm down, j-just take it easy…”

Bradz yelled with the breath of a newly stoked fire. She realized, all at once, that she was in peril. Her heart started to race, despite it feeling weaker, her body all around so much more fragile than it was just a minute ago. The horror dawned on her, her eyes split wide open, I’m being kidnapped. I’m the next to be kidnapped.

From Melanie’s grasp, Bradz was able to rip her head away. “Help--” she was just short of crying, but Melanie regained control over her again. It was becoming easier to handle the woman, a natural result as she continued to shrink. No longer was Melanie just statuesque with how much height she had over Bradz, she was quickly becoming goliath. Where a hand was once needed to silence Bradz, it eventually became just two digits. Try as she might to break free, Bradz was always losing, her body hugged tight against Melanie’s despite putting forth her maximum effort. It was so annoying, it made Bradz fume with an anger she could only express in panicked moans and yelps.

“That’s right. You’re shrinking,” Melanie chuckled. She was able to catch what little breath she had lost, now able to restrain her professor with just two hands. “You’re getting so small. Hehe, I must look pretty big, don’t I?” Melanie turned Bradz towards her, dining on that expression the shrinking woman had displayed; a primal fear, unvented fury, bundled under pink-red flesh that wanted to burst.

Bradz was about finished shrinking, nearing the height that Adrian and all the others were dragged to. At that point, Melanie freed Bradz’s head from her grasp. She could scream, and she did, but Melanie knew that such a tiny voice couldn’t get far. She was amused at what Bradz did with this freedom, the initial scream for help that quickly changed to pleading.

“Y-Young lady! Y-You…! What are you doing?! Why are you doing this to me?!” Bradz begged, stradling Melanie’s fingers for safety. The drop below, which she had glanced down at, was unnerving. This was her office, but now it looked like a dungeon with a fatal plummet expecting her. Melanie twitched, throwing off any semblance of balance Bradz had managed.

“My name is Melanie, cunt,” the giantess said. Although she spoke in a relatively hushed voice, it was no less divine to the miniature person she held. Her insult especially stung, a harsh word that the professor had never been directly called by any student, much less one that towered over her. “You’re coming with me. You’re going to be my pet from now on.” She held Bradz directly in front of her smiling lips, so close the professor’s hair was being swept back by the gentle huffs of air. “Just like the others.”

The others? Bradz denied the truth that she had just assumed. This had to be a karmic nightmare, she had to have passed out at her desk by accident and now she was dreaming of herself being kidnapped by this student. Who even was this girl? This creepy, unsettling character that held her was one she barely recognized, a shadow that sat in one corner of the lecture hall and never once spoke up. It was baffling, even maddening, to think that a girl that weak seeming was behind the kidnapping plaguing the town -- and that she was now the latest victim.

Bradz was outraged. “Fuck you! You’re not getting away with this!” she screamed. Melanie didn’t answer. “You won’t! You f-fucked up, you screwed up so bad! You’re going to regret this!” These mighty words stood confident until a single giggle from Melanie knocked them down like straw. Bradz shivered into the fist that held her, trembling in the midst of the brutal grip.

“Ooh. Feisty.” Melanie sneered, observing Bradz carefully for an extra moment. Like all the others, she wanted to play with her new toy right then and there. A curious thumb groped Bradz’s body, pressing into her breasts and squeaking out a shrill cry. For now, she would have to resist those temptations. “If you were a better teacher, I have a feeling this could have been avoided. Ah, well.”

Another mission complete. As simple as that, another person had been shrunk on a whim -- not even a wait to endure. Melanie had won her prize, and she was ecstatic to show her off to Adrian. This was her catch, after all, the target she had specified. Melanie was giddy to reveal the results, but she couldn’t do that in the professor’s office. In fact, paranoia crept on Melanie, as she twisted around to look at the second entrance. Multiple professors used this one office, and it was possible any of them could walk in from either door. It was time to leave.

But one item did catch Melanie’s eye. Just as she was about to deposit Bradz into a pocket, she noticed the professor’s laptop, lit up with an array of students and grades. The potential was too much to ignore, so Melanie wanted it. She closed the laptop and lifted it into her arm, a feat of great strength as far as Bradz witnessed, as well as an additional criminal act to add to Melanie’s streak.

“We wouldn’t want to forget this,” Melanie hummed, making sure that her theft was on display for Bradz. “I’m sure we could find some really exciting things to do with this.”

The door opened, and Melanie quietly exitted. She looked down the halls, wary of any eavesdroppers, but with the laptop hugged into her arm, she had too much to risk to slowness. If she was caught rushing off with a faculty laptop, everything could be ruined. Luckily, no one was in sight, and it seemed like a clean getaway to leave the building. She had not just a new laptop to work with, alongside all the permissions allotted to a professor, but a fresh victim to orientate. Anders Library was her next destination, a safe haven now that Candi’s investigation was done and over with.

Despite all of Melanie’s cautions, however, she would not be able to smoothly integrate herself into the shadows unnoticed. She had slipped, and she had been heard. Noticed. Watched and listened in on. While she was teasing Professor Bradz for shrinking, the entire time, there had been a single, scared witness. An assistant, a few years older than Melanie, that had stepped into the office from the other entrance, only to immediately step back out. What she glimpsed at was more like a movie than another mundane day at work.

Paige couldn’t believe her eyes, even after she wiped her glasses clean, but her fascination was objective. Although her thoughts raced with the worry of getting caught, she still had made up her mind. Where Melanie went, sneaking about like she always did, Paige would trail her, always one corner away, tracking her across campus.

Paige knew what she saw, and she knew of the opportunity this meant for her.